Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene
~* 40 Years Ago *~
"LUCIUS!" came a roar from the east wing of Malfoy Manor. Eleven year old Lucius Malfoy sprinted up the alcohol bottle be littered steps to his father's room.
"Yes father?" Lucius asked timidly.
"Now, Lucius. Tomorrow is your first day at Hogwarts. I believe that I have taught you as much as I know, but I want to leave you with one last word of parting advice," wheezed Malfoy Sr.
"Yes, father, what is it?" Lucius asked wondering what type of Dark Magic he didn't know that could be learned in the matter of a night.
"I want to tell you that when you get into Slytherin, and you will, that it would e in your best interest to stay away from all Gryffindors. If I were to hear that my only child was …….slumming…..with the likes of them, I must warn that the consequences would be terrible, " Malfoy Sr. said, pausing briefly, " I must also warn especially against befriending the Weasleys. They are a particular embarrassment to the wizarding world. Mark them by their dirty poor clothes and red hair. If I were you, I'd make a special effort to especially hate them."
Lucius stood there, taking all of the information that had just been told in.
"Now leave my room. I cannot stand the sight of you much longer," Malfoy Sr. rasped.
Lucius Malfoy sprinted from his father's quarters with only one thought on his mind.
"Weasley."
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
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"Now goodnight my little brave knight," Donna Weasley said to eleven year old Arthur Weasley, "Your father's going to come up in a few minutes and tuck you in. Sleeptight."
Arthur snuggled himself under his covers and waited for his father to come up the stairs. Soon, he heard heavy footsteps and his father came into his room.
"Now Arthur, are you excited for your first day of school?"
Arthur nodded.
"I'm excited for you too. But before you go, I want to warn you. Although I encourage you to make friends with everyone you can at school, I must request that you stay away from Lucius Malfoy. He's a bad apple son, and I'd rather you not associate with him. Now with that said, have a great year and I'll see you in the morning. G'Night."
Arthur Weasley snuggled himself under his covers and prepared himself for his upcoming day thinking only of this Lucius Malfoy.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
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Ginny Weasley was in trouble. She was lost in a thick forest and sure to be found by Deatheaters. It had begun innocently enough. She and Michael had snuck off into the woods for quick snog after they had gotten back together midsummer after her fourth year. She had gone over to his house and they had snuck off into the small thicket that was behind his house, but mid-snog, she had heard a tree branch snap. Before they had known it, they were surrounded by Deatheaters, presumably after her because of her link to Harry Potter. They had both taken off, but Michael had veered off towards his house and Ginny had tripped and rolled down a hill into a deeper patch of woods. she had run as far as she could go, but now she lay, deep in the woods, collapsed on the ground with blood running down her legs from all of the cuts she had just gotten. Hearing a twig snap, she tried to get up off the ground, but couldn't will her legs to move. As if in slow motion, she saw a man, dressed in all black, from head to toe, walk towards her. Ginny tried to scream, but the scream got caught in her throat as the man took another step towards her. Ginny started to cry as the Deatheater took another step towards her; he was now in reaching distance.
Ginny closed her eyes as tightly as she could. She was going to die.
The Deatheater took another step.
Ginny opened her mouth as to scream, but before she could squeak anything out, she felt fingers close over her mouth.
"Be quiet if you want to live," a voice behind the mask said.
Ginny started to cry harder.
The Deatheater grabbed her and pointed his wand at both of them. Ginny was certain that she was about to die. But instead, she felt a pull and when she opened her eyes again, she discovered that she was at the end of a deserted street in Hogsmeade.
"What?" she asked, looking at the Deatheater.
The Deatheater started to walk away.
"Come back!" Ginny shouted at his retreating form.
Ginny, filled with anger, ran up to the Deatheater and pulled off his mask. Icy blonde hair filled her eyes as she gasped.
Draco Malfoy.
Draco turned towards her and grabbed her hand.
"I am a spy. Only you and Dumbledore know," was all he said, glaring at her. He turned swiftly on his heel and Disapparated, leaving Ginny alone and very confused because she was sure that she had felt a strange twinge of fire go up her arm when Draco had grabbed her.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
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Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge, break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life:
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parent's strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parent's rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage:
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
William Shakespeare's
Romeo and Juliet
