[If you love someone, let them go. If they return they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.]

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(You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.)

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Prologue

Sometimes, life just happens.

There's no reason for it and it's just the way it is.

You can't predict it and it's almost impossible to control.

Of course anyone is free to make plans for their future, plans that they strive to stick with, plans to live for, plans to abide by during the course of a person's life.

But the plans are just an outline of someone's hope, a wish to live in their ideal world.

We can make plans, but if life doesn't approve of them, then you're screwed, because in life, even in your own solitary life, there are other people making choices that control you.

It's like being controlled like a puppet supported by strings and sticks.

And while Draco and Harry were the puppets, there were many other people behind the scenes controlling how they moved for other people to see.

All controlled by the sly and cunning Life who always seemed to take a special interest in those closest to us.

How had things come to this? Draco felt his body freeze up instantly as he locked eyes with Harry from across the train station. The very person who he had not seen in almost two decades was now standing only a couple of feet away looking just as shocked as Draco himself felt.

It was cruel.

They had not seen each other, they had not written to each other, and they had tried their best to not think of each other, but they both held an intense desire to at least glance at the other person's face just once to douse the little potent fire burning inside of them which they could not do, which they refused to do.

And today, after all of the years of silent pain, silent questions, silent wistfulness, today in one tiny split second of chance, the two people had locked eyes with each other for the first time in 19 years causing a familiar feeling stirring slowly within the murky depths of their bowels.

How had things come to this? Harry locked eyes with the seemingly cool and calm looking man standing across from him at the train station filled with other people going about their own businesses. With every breath he took, his lungs grew heavy and it felt as if there were invisible weights dragging his chest down. It had been so long.

Years had passed.

Years had passed and both persons had managed to barely suppress the memories of the other's existence.

Barely.

It was a thing of the past, nothing else, and yet here they stood.

Opposite ends of the road, a hurricane passing through each of their hearts as their eyes locked onto each other. Old emotions now raw and dangerously potent because of their recent awakening from an almost eternal slumber swept through Harry and Draco as they stood rooted to their respective spots on the platform.

It was a curious feeling.

Such chaos and such craziness erupted from inside of them, but on the outside they were calm. It was like a storm had been crammed into a tiny glass bottle and forced to stay within the small confines of the container.

Why now?

Malfoy was the first one to acknowledge the other person with a slight nod of his head, and deeming that sufficient enough to greet Harry, he then turned to watch as his son silently make his way into the train that was about to depart in a few minutes.

And the moment was gone.

Just like that.

Harry blinked and looked away from the two people feeling his strength seep out of his bones, so that was it. He focused his attention on his kids and his godson clamber noisily into the metal train as it started up. He felt Ginny's hand slip into his own as they both waved to their kids with smiles on their faces.

Hogwarts.

The one word itself was able to bring back so many memories.

The one words itself was so powerful that he could actually feel his heart pulse and throb painfully.

Had he already grown this old?

Old enough to feel the fangs of nostalgia?

And as Harry watched the train slowly begin to build speed as it slowly began to pull away from the station, his mind began to slowly bring back memories of his past as he turned his back to the leaving train and walked away with Ginny and his daughter.

He could feel Draco's gaze lightly touching his back as he grew further and further away from the person that he had once given his all to.

The steam from the train filled the station giving it an eerie quality as the white vapor gently hid Harry from the slate grey eyes that Draco possessed, and once the steam cleared as a gust of wind blew through the now almost empty station, Harry was gone.

Disappeared, vanished, almost as if he had never been there in the first place.

Draco blinked once and turned to walk away from the station hand in hand with his wife. Memories of his past began to unfurl their great wings to fly.

They would lead the way, they would show Draco the images and memories that were so deeply and so elegantly engraved into the thick walls of his mind.

And as he took a breath of the cool air surrounding him, his thoughts pulled him back into the past and he could remember everything as clearly as if it had happened only a few days ago.

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New storyyyy :] so what'd you guys think?

So prologue is done, I'm not sure what to think about this story-

To tell you guys the truth, I have so many things planned for this story and I'll admit that the hardest part of it was coming up with the title...who knew that titling a story was so difficult .

Reviews are welcome and I hope you stick around until Chapter 1 is up-

…sorry I still can't get over how hard it was to title this story…