Greetings and good fortune to all you out in the virtual world! I am the Silver Muse, a name that I truly hope you will become familiar with. I've written many stories, and inspired far more, though never under my own name; but that's about to change.

I'm pleased to present to you my first story. Placed in the Harry Potter Universe, this story is largely about Draco Malfoy, and the younger slytherin generation's fight for freedom. Please be duly warned that this story will eventually become slash. That means that two boys will fall in love. If you have a problem with that I suggest you evolve and come back later.

Remember that I own only the plot and maybe some of the terms and ideas, everything else belongs to the author, and whoever else has a legal claim to it.

You can't sue me anyway; freedom of expression, remember? It's not as if I'm claiming royalties.

Read on and enjoy, reviews of all kinds are always welcome.

Waiting No Longer

Prologue

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…When the sun goes down

And the moon is high

I can't control the flood of all these tears inside

And if they only knew

They'd be so surprised

I'm just a good pretender in a great disguise…

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An excerpt from the diary of Draco Malfoy:

People think they know me, just because they know my family.

Potter and his little Gryffindor friends think I'm an evil, conniving, spiteful little Malfoy. And that's true, to a point.

My father believes me to be a loyal minion of the Dark Lord, just like him. He never once asked me what I wanted. Not that I'd tell him the truth. Mind you. I value my life far more than that.

Even my godfather Severus makes his own assumptions. He thinks I'll grow up to be a spy like him, just because I haven't reported what I know about him to my parents.

 

Dumbledore seems tot think the same, although I think he doubts it more that Sev does. It's just as hard for him to get past the whole Malfoy bit as anyone else.

Because of these people I act the way I'm expected, the way I believe will allow me to survive. But perhaps surviving isn't enough anymore…

How many of my friends have I lost? How many families torn apart by a battle that has been going on far too long? Each side shares equal blame; in my eyes. Aurors and order members kill deatheaters and their kind whenever they can; and the deatheaters kill them and their families. No matter the reasoning, the end result remains the same. Death.

And how many of my friends hide themselves away, just like me? Pretending to be ignorant, or cruel; prejudiced, or sadistic? Never showing their true potential, their true talents, because they fear for their very lives.

I wonder what the great golden boy of Gryffindor would think if he knew that I love muggle music, or that Vincent and Greg are skilled in art and writing, respectively?

I wonder how he would react if he knew how much I detest the idea of the dark mark?

It's up to me now, and them. All of us. We have to make a decision, and it has to be soon.

It's time for us to take our lives back…

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Yes, it was short, but please try to remember this is only a prologue. There will be much, much more to come.

The lyrics at the beginning were from Martina McBride's song – 'A Great Disguise'

The Silver Muse