Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. All the rights, the characters, fictional names and places, belong to J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing.

Incomplete story. I'll be trying to update frequently, but I'm a student, so it's gonna be difficult. Thanks for your understanding :)

Prologue

In a far away land, there once lived a young boy around the age of sixteen. His name was Draco Malfoy. He was your average day-to-day kid, without any special outward appearance, that most of the other guys his age had when they were at the beginning of adulthood. Draco was more of the awkward shy kid, who was into creative things like coming up with complex adventure stories or reimagining old folk lore as elaborate reenactments. Close mates weren't his thing, and the company he had wasn't really what he had imagined "friends" would feel like. No, Draco was a solitary person with a special kind of personality, that no one seemed to understand or cared enough about to pay attention.

He comes from a family of pureblood wizards and witches: The Malfoys. His parents were both associated with the dark arts and the people that followed such magic. Draco wasn't like them at all. Lucius, his father, was a close friend of you-know-who and had a nasty character: Snobbish, abusive towards Draco and the household staff, arrogant, oppressive, manipulative, narcissistic and many more things. One time, Draco witnessed his father kick his servant, Dobby, several times against his head for bringing him the wrong stamp for his post. His mother, Narcissa, on the other hand, was the complete opposite: Charming, delightful, caring, creative, humorous empathetic, sympathetic, etc. Draco could never quite grasp how they found each other, or how they could stand either's personalities. Perhaps it was because his mother never interfered in his father's affairs, or perhaps his father was fascinated by her nature, or perhaps they just complimented each other. Who knows.

Looking into the mirror, before he goes to class, he sees a bleach blonde, dimple faced, grey eyed, slender young boy, who just wants to fit in with the popular kids. Other kids, like the perfect Gryffindors, always insult him with harsh words like "spoiled brat" or "pure-blood my ass", and it really truly hurts. Putting on a brave face, trying to look tough, is a real challenge and in order to endure the day, he goes through his daily mantra in the mornings: Facing the mirror, squinting his eyes, going full-on Salazar Slytherin, he reminds himself that all words said by other people, will wash off like water off a duck's back.