Time is a funny thing, really. A little or a lot may happen in this time. A life may be saved and a life may be destroyed. Happiness may shine through, or sadness may flood in. Two weeks is plenty of time. Many see two weeks as just a fortnight or fourteen days or three hundred and thirty six hours or twenty thousand, one hundred and sixty minutes. But to some, it was so much more.
It's been two weeks since Hogwarts began again.
It's been two weeks since Harry Potter had his life changed by the gods.
It's been two weeks since Draco Malfoy was submitted to a destiny by their power.
From appearance, they knew they weren't right for each other. They were shadow and light, fire and ice. But in the world of magic and by the hands of gods, appearance meant nothing. Because yet, they couldn't keep themselves away from each other. In their younger years, they fought, bickered and argued, but once again, it was the force of ancient magic in their veins that thrived to keep them together. Or that's what the gods planned for anyway. And the thoughts and actions of a careless wizard (or two) cannot hope to compare to the ways of the ancient magic.
William Shakespeare, great grandson of Merlin Emrys, had once said; "To be, or not to be? That is the question."
It's been two weeks since they discovered that their paths are forever intertwined.
It's been two weeks since they last looked at each other.
It's been two weeks that the gods' magic erupts inside of them.
It's been two weeks since their angelic and demonic powers were revealed.
It's been two weeks since they discovered they were Mythical Soul Mates.
This is a story of love, hate, lust, and everything in between. There is a reason why the mortals dare not interfere with the gods. Because the gods know what they are doing, and it's for the best. Tell that to Harry and Draco, they'll be thrilled to hear it.
"Next time you're crying,
don't come running for me,"
He shook his head and sighed,
"Who am I kidding?
I'll always be here for you,
Even if you're no longer there for me."
'To be or not to be? That is the question.'
A/N: Well that's the prologue so far, I guess. I would update since I'm keeping this 'chapter' nice and simple, but I'm due for a party in ten minutes which as you can see, I'm not at yet. And yes, I know Shakespeare wasn't a descendant of Merlin, but I'm making it that way in my story.
Read and review, because I'm still deciding whether to continue or not.