Harry and Hermione touched a book, adorned with the words: Beauty and the Beast. The book glowed and they were sucked in.
Hermione and Harry screamed.
"Belle," said her father. "You should marry Gaston. He's..."
"Dad, you don't have to tell me a million times. I know!" cried Belle.
"He's mean. Papa, I'm going."
Belle jumped onto her family horse, Phillipe and rode away into the night.
The Beast was friendless and lonely until a lone, sweet voice filled his castle.
"Hermione," he whispered to himself, his green eyes lighting up in wonder
"Hello?" asked Belle.
The Beast revealed himself. His bottle-green eyes met Belle's brown eyes.
Both had a moment of Dae-ja-vu.
"No, it can't be," thought The Beast. "It can't be Hermione."
"And may I ask, what your name is?" asked Belle.
He was jerked back to his senses.
"I don't have one." mumbled the Beast.
"Can I call you... Harry? It's just that... you remind me of someone called Harry."
"Is that so?" asked Harry.
"Yes," replied Belle. "My best friend. My name's Belle."