Prologue
At Nerezza Manor, the sun had just said its goodnight to its friend, the moon, when Teodora came gliding barefoot down a short, dirt path. The girl grinned ear to ear when she noticed that each flower on either side of the dirt path began to bloom, each emitting a colourful fluorescent light. At last, the girl came to a halt when she reached the end of the path. Before her was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. There was a garden, with various sizes of trees and bushes, different species of flowers that not every human even knew existed. As if on cue, every specimen began to bloom as soon as Teodora's eyes laid upon them. All along the hedges, different patterns of butterfly wings could be seen fluttering. In the center of the garden, a large water fountain, with what looked to be an angel as the centerpiece, stood. An inviting pink glow emitted up from the water, causing Teodora to slowly make her way to the fountain. The girl sat down, blissfully taking in her surroundings.
Snapping out of her daze, Teodora heard a slight rustle from behind one of the hedges. She stood up slowly, making her way to the hedge. "Who is there," she asked warily. No answer. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," she added after a few moments of silence. Just then she heard a dark, spine tingling chuckle. A boy who looked to be about her age stepped out from behind the hedge. Hair as white as a bone, eyes as blue as the stormiest of oceans, and a menacing smile was what the boy greeted her with. Teodora took a few steps back, having to admit that she was a little frightened.
"Me, be afraid of a little girl?" The boy's lips twisted into a smirk, hoping to get a rise out of the girl for calling her 'little'. However, Teodora was used to being called 'little'. She hadn't even reached five foot. So, to his dismay, Teodora only blinked.
"Well, good for you," she replied with a smile. The boy looked quite offended by this, believing that Teodora was trying to be sarcastic. Teodora was anything but the sarcastic type. Besides, she was only nine, and at that age, she hadn't the vocabulary to make such remarks to anyone. Noticing his expression, she continued on. "My name is Teodora." Teodora dared to extend her hand out to him.
"Malfoy," was all he said. Malfoy glanced at her hand, looking as if the girl had rubbed it against something highly contaminated. Teodora frowned a little, popping out her bottom lip in an unintentional pout.
It was in that moment that Malfoy really looked at the girl. Teodora's eyes were the size of the moon, and were a calming shade of sea-foam green. He couldn't tell what exact color her hair was, because of all the different colors from the plants reflecting off of it. She was quite a bit shorter than him, and when it finally came down to it, he just couldn't resist the pout. He clasped her hand sheepishly, looking defeated.
A/N: Alright, so, this is my first fan fiction. So, please leave a review! Thank you!