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Warning: Are you homophobic? If so run, run far away and never return! (sorry, I had a lion king moment! Hehe.can you imagine Scar telling a whole room full of homophobic people to run away and never return? Hehehehe)
Chapter 1: A Break in the Day (Snape's POV)
His long greasy hair hung over his eyes and mingled with the steam from the cauldron. This was the part of the day that he enjoyed most. No lectures to give, no messes to clean, no questions to answer, and best of all no annoying 7th years to bring back unwanted memories. It seemed that Potter was improving that skill as he got older. The more Snape saw of the Golden Boy the more he looked like his father.
::Crash:: "Dammit! That was a brand new vial too! Leave it to Potter to distract me during the making of a sleeping potion." He was needing those more and more often now. It seemed as if every night he was haunted with dreams of a certain brown eyed, brown-haired Gryffindor. But of course none of the dreams would come true.James was dead. And maybe if he had turned against Voldemort sooner James could have been saved. Of course he would still be married to that mudblood, but it would mean he was alive. And stupid Potter has to prance around everyday flaunting the fact that he's alive, the only Potter alive. And as if that's not enough he feels the need to inflict pain on the one boy who really needs friendship. The one 7th year that has a fate worse than death. The one child that.
"Professor, please, I'm sorry to intrude it's just that he's written me and it's about the game. He's coming and if I don't catch the snitch, well you know what he'll." Speak of the devil.
"Mr. Malfoy please calm down and speak at a reasonable speed."
"Sorry uncle Sev, it's just that my father has written me."
"I see, then this may take a while. Why don't you have a seat?"
"Yes sir. You see, there's a Gryffindor/Slytherin match in two days and my father is going to be there."
"Then you should have sufficient support from the stands."
"But he wants me to win." No, really?! I mean come on, this is Lucius we're talking about.
"Then win."
"But it's Gryffindor. Slytherin has never beat them in a match. And my father has already told me that if I don't win I shall be truly sorry." That bastard! Leave it to Malfoy to beat his son over a Quidditch match.
"Well then it looks like my evening is not as free as I had thought it to be."
"Sorry sir?"
"I know a thing or two about Quidditch also, and no godson of mine is going to be defeated by a Potter in front of family." Why am I doing this? I mean, sure I used to be captain of the Slytherin team, but didn't I promise never to play again after James got hurt? Didn't Draco have a full summer of practice? Shouldn't he be more than ready for this match? [Shouldn't you be more concerned with Draco's welfare than some old pact you made with yourself?] Damn conscience.always does have a good point.
::sigh:: I suppose I should go get ready. Looks like I wont get a sleeping potion tonight.
"Well, what are you standing there for? Go get your broom."
"R..Right. I'll meet you out there then." He always was a sweet kid.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- - tehe! First chapter done! Anyhow.this is a prelude to Child's View. It's basically the story about everything up to that point. You don't have to have read Child's View to understand this.in fact.Child's View will give away the ending.but whatever. Unlike Child's View, however, this will be Harry/Draco piece. Only later will you find out who the Mystery Girl is and how Lilith comes into the picture! Have fun! Vampel
Warning: Are you homophobic? If so run, run far away and never return! (sorry, I had a lion king moment! Hehe.can you imagine Scar telling a whole room full of homophobic people to run away and never return? Hehehehe)
Chapter 1: A Break in the Day (Snape's POV)
His long greasy hair hung over his eyes and mingled with the steam from the cauldron. This was the part of the day that he enjoyed most. No lectures to give, no messes to clean, no questions to answer, and best of all no annoying 7th years to bring back unwanted memories. It seemed that Potter was improving that skill as he got older. The more Snape saw of the Golden Boy the more he looked like his father.
::Crash:: "Dammit! That was a brand new vial too! Leave it to Potter to distract me during the making of a sleeping potion." He was needing those more and more often now. It seemed as if every night he was haunted with dreams of a certain brown eyed, brown-haired Gryffindor. But of course none of the dreams would come true.James was dead. And maybe if he had turned against Voldemort sooner James could have been saved. Of course he would still be married to that mudblood, but it would mean he was alive. And stupid Potter has to prance around everyday flaunting the fact that he's alive, the only Potter alive. And as if that's not enough he feels the need to inflict pain on the one boy who really needs friendship. The one 7th year that has a fate worse than death. The one child that.
"Professor, please, I'm sorry to intrude it's just that he's written me and it's about the game. He's coming and if I don't catch the snitch, well you know what he'll." Speak of the devil.
"Mr. Malfoy please calm down and speak at a reasonable speed."
"Sorry uncle Sev, it's just that my father has written me."
"I see, then this may take a while. Why don't you have a seat?"
"Yes sir. You see, there's a Gryffindor/Slytherin match in two days and my father is going to be there."
"Then you should have sufficient support from the stands."
"But he wants me to win." No, really?! I mean come on, this is Lucius we're talking about.
"Then win."
"But it's Gryffindor. Slytherin has never beat them in a match. And my father has already told me that if I don't win I shall be truly sorry." That bastard! Leave it to Malfoy to beat his son over a Quidditch match.
"Well then it looks like my evening is not as free as I had thought it to be."
"Sorry sir?"
"I know a thing or two about Quidditch also, and no godson of mine is going to be defeated by a Potter in front of family." Why am I doing this? I mean, sure I used to be captain of the Slytherin team, but didn't I promise never to play again after James got hurt? Didn't Draco have a full summer of practice? Shouldn't he be more than ready for this match? [Shouldn't you be more concerned with Draco's welfare than some old pact you made with yourself?] Damn conscience.always does have a good point.
::sigh:: I suppose I should go get ready. Looks like I wont get a sleeping potion tonight.
"Well, what are you standing there for? Go get your broom."
"R..Right. I'll meet you out there then." He always was a sweet kid.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- - tehe! First chapter done! Anyhow.this is a prelude to Child's View. It's basically the story about everything up to that point. You don't have to have read Child's View to understand this.in fact.Child's View will give away the ending.but whatever. Unlike Child's View, however, this will be Harry/Draco piece. Only later will you find out who the Mystery Girl is and how Lilith comes into the picture! Have fun! Vampel