Author's note: I actually came up with the idea for this story a few years ago, and never got around to fully writing it. This story follows Draco in his sixth year at Hogwarts, and a girl that he ends up falling for. I've already got a pretty good idea of everything that I want to happen in this story, so hopefully updates will be pretty frequent. I know the prologue is short, but let me know what you think of it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters aside from my OCs.
PROLOGUE
Draco
I'd always looked up to my father. He was an impressive man - powerful, he had connections. I'd always seen him as loyal. Loyal to the Dark Lord and his cause, yes, but more importantly I thought him loyal to our family. To my mother. He wanted to protect us, I'd thought. When the Dark Lord vanished, my family was safe. My father put on a good front to the rest of the wizarding world. Now I know it wasn't to protect us - my mother and me, but to protect himself. We were just an asset to his image.
I hadn't know that then. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to be like my father. Like I said before, I'd looked up to him. Admired him. So of course, when offered the chance to redeem his reputation and to get him out of prison, I had been more than willing to oblige. When the death threat was later placed upon myself and my family, there was no backing down. I thought I would be doing the right thing. My family would be safe, and we would be one step closer to restoring power to those who deserved it.
Your beliefs, your values; those usually come from your family. I was raised thinking I was above others in more ways than one: I was a wizard, I was a pureblood, and I was a Malfoy. I was taught that being a wizard meant that you were better than anyone that wasn't, and that being a pureblood meant you were better than wizards who were half bloods or muggleborns. My father told me that we - those who were of the purest magical blood - were meant to have the power. Why should we have to keep our world a secret from the muggles? We were stronger than they were. We should be running the world, not them. We wanted the power, and the glory that came along with it.
It's funny. You're given all these ideas when you're a kid, and it shapes how you view others, how you view the world. You tend to surround yourself with people who think the same way you do, and you oppose those who don't. Humans are a stubborn breed; we don't change our morals very often. But occasionally, something comes along, and shows us a new perspective. It's like a kaleidoscope: the picture seems perfectly defined, and then all of a sudden, in one motion, it changes.