In a world far from our own, in a kingdom ruled by divinity, Angelic rulers sit high in their beautiful crystalline palaces in the sky, separated from the rotted, corrupt ruin of their kingdom below, assured in their deluded imagination of the state of their rule by their agents and bureaucrats. As the land spirals into collapse, some brave men and women decide that they have had enough. They rise up in rebellion against the royals and their agents, and people from across the land flock to their banner. From out of nowhere, a powerful magi of little renown, one Harry Potter, joins their cause. He quickly rises through the ranks, his humble charisma, natural leadership and sheer power winning the rebellion major gains, and bringing the men and women it consisted of closer together. With him as its blade, the rebellion achieved victory after victory, striking deeper and deeper into the heart of the land, closer and closer to the capital above which the crystal palaces of the angels hung in the sky.
They seemed unstoppable. At least, until Harry was captured. In a sting operation, he gave himself up as a distraction, so that his comrades could escape. They watched as he was clapped in irons by the royal army, and taken away. They believed his life was forfeit. Yet, Harry was not killed as the rebellion believed. The King, having heard of general unrest, demanded that the captured perpetrator be jailed in the royal palace itself. Despite what the officials wished, the king’s word was still law. Harry pleaded to see the king, to argue his case and to tell him of the state of the kingdom below. Yet his pleas and truths fell on deaf ears, as the angelic nobility remained content in their delusion of prosperity and happiness. It was in the jail that he first laid eyes on the woman named Fleur Delacour. The daughter of a minor noble, a friend of the crown prince, and the new captain of the royal Knights, she had been inspecting the jails of the palace when they met. Again, and again she would come, yet they said not a word. Until suddenly, they did. Neither remembered who said the first word yet when they began, they couldnt stop.
They spoke of their lives. She spoke of the seemingly forced happiness of the royal court, and he of the ruin of the kingdom below. As they talked, often late into the nights, she was broken from the delusion by the truths that flowed from his mouth. Tolerance turned to friendship, which grew into respect, from which blossomed admiration. Yet, one day it was all broken. In a daring raid on the palaces themselves, the rebellion, that had heard of Harry's survival and captivity, threw its all into securing his freedom. As they fled the palace, Fleur’s shocked and saddened face stayed at the forefront of Harry’s mind. During Harry’s captivity, the rebellion had believed he was dead, and he had become a martyr. Yet with his freeing, he became an icon. A symbol. And the rebellion began to strike harder than before. Even as the uprising raged on, Harry kept contact with Fleur. Through letters, secret messages, clandestine meetings, they keep in touch, even as the rebellion wins ground. And, one day, after much too long yet way too soon, it all comes to a head. The final fight. The storming of the crystal palaces.
I can see this ending one of two ways:
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Fleur defects to the rebellion with her family, their caring for their people finally overcoming their loyalty to a blind throne. The royals are deposed, and the Delacours are crowned as the new royals, a new parliament is established, and the crystal palaces are lowered to the ground, touching the earth once more after centuries. Harry and Fleur get married, the ultimate sign of acceptance of the new regime, with the princess of the angels and the face of the rebellion tying the knot in the flower gardens of the new grounded royal palace. (Happy Ending.)
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It all comes to a head in the final battle. Despite knowing of what the kingdom has become, Fleur’s loyalty wins. A final fight takes place, Harry, face of the rebellion, versus Fleur, the captain of the royal Knights. Their lives, their causes, hang in the balance. Eventually, after a hard fought battle, Harry wins, and tears roll down his face and his love’s as he takes her life, her final words to him being: “I love you.”
The palaces are grounded, the royals deposed and exiled, and a new parliamentary government takes hold. Yet Harry returns to that battleground every day until he dies, keeling where his love had breathed her last, and weeping. (Bad end, sort of.)