Disclaimer: Characters are at first JKR's. Now they're mine; the ones in this story. The plot also belongs to me. But bless Mrs. Rowling, for her brilliance. Enjoy.
Prologue
Introduction to a New World
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The rain fit all of their moods perfectly. The dark clouds raged in the sky, as their hearts did in their chests. The water beat down on their shoulders, beseeching them. No, the drops whisper as they splash lightly onto skin and earth. This is wrong.
The boy...man with eyes of blue sapphire is shaking, but as he is the strongest is the physical sense, he shields the other three of his group. In this moment, though, even the strength is faltering.
The woman with eyes of dark topaz, the smallest and brightest of the group, holds both of her companions by the arm. She is the flame that represents spirit and knowledge. She clings to her companions and thinks and hopes.
The one with eyes of molten silver looks anxious. The most emotional of the four, yet the emotions are often hidden behind a mask. Now though, in the face of cold and emptiness and fear, his feelings are clearly displayed.
The leader, with eyes of emerald, is watched by all. He only has to figure out how to make this less painful. And he can't. The rain lands softly on his midnight locks and kisses him in sympathy. We know, they sing gently. We understand.
They are alone in this moment, the four jewels. The agony that is to take place minutes from now is nothing to this moment. As the leader's strengths look to the leader, tears and rain are joined.
He looks at them. "I love you."
The response of the man with ember-colored hair and sapphire eyes states, "Me too, mate." And backs down.
The spirit and knowledge hidden behind topaz eyes kisses him on the cheek, takes the hand of the man with sapphire eyes, and with a, "We love you, too," is gone.
Silver and emerald remain. Silver and emerald eyes lock. Embrace is a word that pales in comparison to the beauty of their touch. Brushes of lips, joining of hands, and mouthed words say not what they should.
'I love you.' It should not be so hard. They both know what is being said, but it is not said.
It is told in every move they make, so why is it not heard?
Silver eyes, raw with emotion pull back first.
"Don't tell me you love me, Harry."
Emerald eyes burn with fear, emotion, and hope.
"Save it for me, for when we see each other again."
Emerald eyes show the same feelings as seconds before.
"As you wish, Draco."
And so emerald, called Harry, leads silver, called Draco, into a larger clearing.
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The agony of minutes ago is released. The agony of now is fresh and alive.
As they enter the silence of the clearing is turned into the silence of waiting.
Harry and Draco move to the center of the clearing.
It is time to begin.