Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark violation is intended.

Added note/disclaimer: I also use quotes from other places. If you find a quote that wasn't cited, please notify me.

A/N: This one was given to me by a friend. Love ya! Gave me a great plot!

I am rewriting the whole thing. So, for those of you who were readers of my friend's story, then, here's what I've made it be!

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

1. THIS IS A SLASH! EMPATHSIS ON SLASH (BOY/BOY love)

2. This was written before, but it was given to me, and I rewrote it as I saw fit, MEANING, I kept some things, but changed some things around.

3. My usual Warning Labels will be added on the second Prologue, because I'll update the minute I finish the actual story.

4. The chapters will be LONG! (I think Prologues are the shortest things on this story)

"What we call the beginning is often the end."

Prologue:

Game Over

Draco Malfoy stood in the darkness. He had always been in the darkness.

Except, somewhere, he had gotten a glimpse of goodness.

Now his world was in shades of gray.

"Kill them," said his father's cold voice.

Draco lifted his wand and he prepared to make the first kill he would ever make in his life.

We are not trying to gain complete dominance. We are only trying to make our world safe. We are not terrorists; we are people on a mission to save, not to destroy. We will be great and we will show Muggles who are the true people in power. We will never fear them. They will have to hide from us. They will fear us. We are fighting for a just cause …

Draco couldn't keep the chant going in his mind.

Just how are you saving the world? This is needless torture of innocent people! They might be Muggles, but they're still human … we're human! Draco's conscience cried out.

"No!" said Draco, the word ripping itself out of his throat before he could stop it. "I won't do it!"

Lucius's pale eyes glittered, "You dare?" he whispered.

Draco took a breath, swallowing hard.

"I dare," he said much braver than he really felt. He wanted to laugh hysterically. He was breaking free of the chains that had bound him. He was breaking free of the chains that had bound him to the loyalty of his family.

His mother was very likely dead – for her betrayal of secrets that should remain unsaid and his father was a maniac following an even bigger lunatic.

"I won't do it," Draco said, feeling a little better, "It's wrong. We mustn't do this. There's another way. I know there is."

"With whom?" his father sneered, "Those pathetic fools? The Light Side?" Lucius laughed a cruel laugh that chilled Draco's soul, "No, no, my dear boy. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it. I'll not have my son be among the weak. Straighten your spine, boy, and kill them. This is no time to be squeamish."

"I'm not being squeamish," said Draco softly, "And I'm not weak. I'm doing the right thing for the first time in my entire miserable life. I refuse to kill them. They are human. I'm human. Human compassion is all that we need to make peace. This is a cruel war fought for no reasonable cause. They have a cause. And if I must die for it, I'm joining their side."

"Very well," Lucius said, "I can remarry. I am certain there will be plenty broodmares among the pureblood families once we win. Such as Ginny Weasley, for example."

"You're sick," said Draco, taking a step backwards. "You're really sick."

xxx

For Draco Malfoy, his existence became one of hell. He was tortured to the point of death and brought back. It went on for a time, until Lucius came home one day, and storming into the room, where his son lay broken, he spat out the curse that would kill him.

Draco had known it was coming. He had known death would be inescapable. It would be certain and so it was certain now. He was going to die.

However, he made a wish, one last desperate wish.

I wish it were different.

As he died, the clock struck the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the night, and the world was changed, suspended within a heartbeat.

– T. S. Eliot

A/N: I'm keeping the basic plot, but I'm writing it in my style. Seeing as the story made you head back into time … My chapters are going to be fairly long. But the plot – the one I received, was so good, I absolutely loved it, that I'm keeping that. It's got a twist …

But it's a snap-plot. It's got power, and it's definitely unique. So, for those of you here reading this because you read it the first time around, then sorry for changing it. But I've got my style and they've got theirs. I don't actually know how different it is, though, but whatever. It's my story now … I guess.

Also, the usage of Faerie is misused (according to my source) since Faerie is supposedly a place not a people. Sídhe is the people. Translation of that is Faery, which are the people. (The spelling is taken from "the Stolen Child" of W.B. Yeats.) So, yes, some of this is changing into my style, my ideas. But I will be keeping things, as you'll see. I'll try to make the real plot a little clearer.

Citation/Disclaimer(s)/Reference:

1. "There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it." – J.K. Rowling, Quirrell. (Honestly, you can't tell me you don't remember that one!)

2. The 11th minute of the 11th hour of the night – SUPERSTITION! This is where the cliché phrase "the Eleventh Hour" came from. This can be grammatically corrected by saying "the last minute" (I still think that's another cliché, but whatever.) Ancient people believed that this time of the day (night) was the time of Wishes and dreams. That's why it's called the Wishing Hour. (But then, you already knew that, didn't you?)

P.S: I'm posting this part of the story up right now because I, assume, since the original story was taken down, some of you might be looking for it.