Prologue
Second chances
An explosion rocked through the castle making the professor drop his goblet as he turns the ruby liquid staining his periwinkle robes,
"Well now that was a waste..."
Reaching down he picked up the dropped goblet placing it on the desk as he straightened groaning one hand on the small of his back as he stretched hearing a click he let out a pained 'Ohhh' before stroking his beard.
Right on schedule there was a knock on his door looking up he waves his hand and the wooden door swung open but rather than being a worried student standing there, there was a figured dumped very unceremoniously at the doorstep frowning the headmaster walked forward recognising the white blond trademark even through the soot and blood that clung to his unconscious form.
Casting a levitation charm without uttering a word the professor brought the boy to his desk clearing it as the limp Slytherins form gently settled there.
"Now my boy let's have a look at the damage done here then" using his wand the head master cleaned the boys soot covered body mending his charred cloths, once the teens face was cleared of the sooty mast the headmasters breath was stolen down the left side of the handsome teens usually unblemished pale skin ran a horrible burn crinkling the skin much like a rumpled up news paper, but this was bright red and healing quickly into a scar on the boys face due to the headmasters magic.
Now the ageing man understood why the slytherins golden boy had been left as he had instead of being taken to the hospital wing, he must have been involved in whatever had happened in the castle and dumped by his 'friends' or would accomplices be the better word here thought the head master just as the wooden doors were thrown open yet again a very harissed looking professor McGonagall.
"Headmaster there is a situation in the great hall...potter and his f..."
The breathless witch fell short as the all too innocent looking silver haired man before her looked up from the unconscious boy lain out before him.
"Am I interrupting something professor...wait isn't that Malfoy?" She whispered walking forward her breath catching as she saw the scar. "Oh my goodness professor his is hurt we must get him to poppy right away..." Looking up at the calm looking headmaster she sighed she knew that twinkle in his eye all too well. "But with that looking I am guessing that will not be necessary."
Looking shocked the headmaster placed a hand on his chest acting taken aback "Minerva! Are you insinuating that i have a devious side whatever next?" The headmaster grinned his false act all too clear to the elderly witches gaze.
"Yes." The female witch replied dryly.
"Oh my sweet Minerva, you know me too well." Returning to his previous train of thought the professor returned to his unconscious charge. "I believe we have been given an opportunity here my good friend look at this boy he is ripe for change and we can help him hurry grab the hair dye we must give this boy a second chance, a chance to make his own destiny."