Disclaimer: all characters belong to jk rowling and this is going to turn
into SLASH
Sorry for the long wait... but I was writting Klausuren (german highschool
tests) and generally had very much to do
I changed the story a little bit but hoe that whoever is reading this still
likes it
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Prolog
He stands infront of his mirror and gazes at his reflection. His eyes are are sad and look old. He is only 23 and yet his eyes could belong to someone over 100. As he turns the silver badge in his hands he rembers...
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Chapter 1
Throughout his whole life he had never felt so alone. Standing on the packed Platform 9 ¾, Blaise Zabini felt utterly lost. He had come to Kings cross Station without his parents and now he could't help feeling jealous of the other students who were standing with their familys. He ran a thin hand through his hair, making it stand up on end. Being a firstyear, he knew no one and so, simply boarded the Express.
Looking for a deserted compartment he crashed into an older student with wayward hair and dark eyes. "Sorry, I... didn't mean to..." "S'okay." Helping Blaise up, the student introduced himself. "I'm Terence Higgs. I'm a 3rd year Slytherin. You look sort of lost; do you want to come back to my compartment? Blaise nodded, happy to have found at least on seemingly friendly person. "So, what's your name, kid?" "Uhm, Blaise. Blaise Zabini. I'm from Oxford, by the way." "Blaise. That's a nice name. It doesn't sound very english though." "My family is from France." They continued down the corridor, discussing their various relatives and familyhistorys. When they reached the compartment, Blaise could hear loud voices mingeled in argument. Terence opened the door and immediatly silence returned to the compartment.
Blaise gazed around and found his eyes drawn to the thin boy at the window. The minute that he looked at him he felt that the boy was different. The whiteblond hair was slicked back, pronouncing the boys sharp features. The boys eyes were a clear iceblue thatsparkled like frozen water. His robes looked expensive and were expertly tailored. Looking down at his own slightly faded robes and the tips of his scruffed shoes, Blaise felt inadaquate. Suddenly he recognized the kid. He was staring at Draco Malfoy. The boy his father could not talk about enough. A good and decent son, a student of the Dark Arts. Blaise gaped. He had always thought that Draco Malfoy would have black hair and evil menacing eyes. This pure, silvereyed boy could not be the perfect son of Lucius Malfoy. Draco turned towards Blaise and their eyes met for a split second. Blaise was able to see what usually no one else saw. A deeprooted lonlieness eminated from the iceblue eyes. The darkhaired boy smiled at Draco encouragingly, silently wishing Dracos troubles away. Something as beautiful as Draco should not suffer.
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Prolog
He stands infront of his mirror and gazes at his reflection. His eyes are are sad and look old. He is only 23 and yet his eyes could belong to someone over 100. As he turns the silver badge in his hands he rembers...
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Chapter 1
Throughout his whole life he had never felt so alone. Standing on the packed Platform 9 ¾, Blaise Zabini felt utterly lost. He had come to Kings cross Station without his parents and now he could't help feeling jealous of the other students who were standing with their familys. He ran a thin hand through his hair, making it stand up on end. Being a firstyear, he knew no one and so, simply boarded the Express.
Looking for a deserted compartment he crashed into an older student with wayward hair and dark eyes. "Sorry, I... didn't mean to..." "S'okay." Helping Blaise up, the student introduced himself. "I'm Terence Higgs. I'm a 3rd year Slytherin. You look sort of lost; do you want to come back to my compartment? Blaise nodded, happy to have found at least on seemingly friendly person. "So, what's your name, kid?" "Uhm, Blaise. Blaise Zabini. I'm from Oxford, by the way." "Blaise. That's a nice name. It doesn't sound very english though." "My family is from France." They continued down the corridor, discussing their various relatives and familyhistorys. When they reached the compartment, Blaise could hear loud voices mingeled in argument. Terence opened the door and immediatly silence returned to the compartment.
Blaise gazed around and found his eyes drawn to the thin boy at the window. The minute that he looked at him he felt that the boy was different. The whiteblond hair was slicked back, pronouncing the boys sharp features. The boys eyes were a clear iceblue thatsparkled like frozen water. His robes looked expensive and were expertly tailored. Looking down at his own slightly faded robes and the tips of his scruffed shoes, Blaise felt inadaquate. Suddenly he recognized the kid. He was staring at Draco Malfoy. The boy his father could not talk about enough. A good and decent son, a student of the Dark Arts. Blaise gaped. He had always thought that Draco Malfoy would have black hair and evil menacing eyes. This pure, silvereyed boy could not be the perfect son of Lucius Malfoy. Draco turned towards Blaise and their eyes met for a split second. Blaise was able to see what usually no one else saw. A deeprooted lonlieness eminated from the iceblue eyes. The darkhaired boy smiled at Draco encouragingly, silently wishing Dracos troubles away. Something as beautiful as Draco should not suffer.
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