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Prologue

The chill of the night that had pierced him only moments ago was now non-existent to his blistering skin that sweated as he ran down the street, breath racing as if he had been running a marathon.
He looked behind him fearfully and turned back only to smash into a mail box and tumble to a fall.
The cold pavement sizzled against the bare, scorching skin of his back and for a second, the welcomed sensation made him want to stay; to not get up and run further.
He knew they were getting close.
But he knew another thing too.
If it meant his life would be saved, he would run from a fight but never would he just lay there and give up.

So he stood up once more, but his head began to spin from the pain of the fall and he almost lost his balance.
The sound of sliced air made him vigilant and he turned back to where he had been running away from but with barely any time to react, all he could do was stand in shock as a throwing dagger stabbed into his hip.
He moved his pained stare from his wound to where the dagger may have come from but his vision blurred and he knew he had to move fast.

Without thinking, he walked up the path of the home in front of where he had fallen.
His steps started to bend sideways and his sight lost more focus as he climbed the stairs that led to the porch.
He lifted his free hand, the one that wasn't enveloping his bleeding wound, and banged his fist against the door with any energy that he could gather.
He blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying in vain to clear his sight and inhaled a raspy gulp of air when the door opened.

If he had been able to see, he would have noticed the short, wide eyed brunette who had opened the door.
He would have also seen the child, merely a baby, who she held tightly against her.
If he had been able to comprehend anything, he would have heard her asking him his name.
He would have heard her gasp at the sight of what happened next.
With a dazed swoon, his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell forward, his body contorted into the inhuman shape of the porch.

And that is how, on one fateful night, Draco Malfoy ended up on Hermione Granger's doorstep.

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