A Thousand Years

By: Starborn Angel

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns the world of Harry Potter. Ann Brashares inspired this story, it was loosely based on hers.

A/N: Please bear with me, this is my first Dramione fic. A huge thank you to independentwriter-137, my beta.

Prologue

What are you living for?
Everybody needs something
Fighting for something
I know what you're fighting for…
Cause we all… want love

In his first year, Draco Malfoy elegantly sat down the familiar boat that would take them to Hogwarts for his 'first' day. He wrinkled his nose. "Don't they ever clean these things? Surely we pay enough to have them cleaned," he complained. He saw his classmates roll their eyes and the other Purebloods wrinkle their noses as well. Then, feigning an air of superiority, he jutted his chin up and smirked.

He's coming home.

As Draco strutted down the hallways of Hogwarts, he was not surprised that he knew every turn, every hiding place in the ancient castle. He knew the perks to opening the Room of Requirement. He even knew about the Chamber of Secrets that was located under Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He even knew how the wailing ghost died.

How he knew this, at eleven years old, baffled him. But he was used to it. He estimated that this must be his third time to be enrolled as a student in Hogwarts in his entire existence. Draco smirked at the thought. Another lifetime of showing off what he knew. But he had to slow it down, or it would raise suspicion. People like him are rare, but they are around, nevertheless. It's not hard to spot someone like him, he thought.

The girls near the entrance to the Great Hall were whispering and smiling when he passed by. He hid a smug smile. That's what it takes to be a Malfoy, his father had said. He still didn't understand what it really takes to be a Malfoy, and how important their family was to this society, but he didn't really mind it much. He was young, and he would take what he can get from this life.

"When you go to Hogwarts, you'll know how important the Malfoy name is," Lucius had told him viciously.

He knew that he was lucky to be born in such a prestigious family in England. Last time, he lived under the bridge for 30 long years with his family in Turkey, until he got stabbed to death by his elder lunatic cousin, who was now incidentally his young uncle Rabastan Lestrange. Now that he thought of it, his deranged cousin came back to life more quickly than he did, making him older than he was. Not surprisingly, he was still a lunatic. Also, the animosity between them hadn't ceased. Draco still hated Rabastan with a vengeance, like the earlier version of him; Adil hated his cousin, Faruk.

If only his uncle knew. Draco shuddered at the thought. He lived as a muggle back then, and he was more than relieved that he could feel magic coursing through his veins again. Merlin knew he hated living as a muggle and anything but a pureblood. Half-bloods and muggle-borns have bad if not worst reputation in the wizarding community.

They say that when you are attached to the place - or even the people - you would be born again close to that place or person. Now, being alive again in England, was great. He had missed his home - it was his first birthplace, after all - and he hadn't lived here for over a century.

Lucius and Narcissa were a bit cold as parents, but they would do for now. He always thought, I'd get another pair of parents soon enough. This was usually why he didn't want to get attached to people much, because it always didn't end well.

And how he knew that it wouldn't end well, he knew perfectly well.

They would always forget him, but he would always remember them.

You see, Draco has the Memory. He can remember - though not perfectly - everything that has happened since his first life.

And his most vivid memory was her.


A/N: *Deep breath* Well, how did that one go? So... Yeah. Please, let me know if I should continue. :3 Song is from Rihanna's We All Want Love. Happy holidays x