Prelude

Draco's POV

I had been born with gifts. I wasn't sure how to use them exactly, but I was minutely aware they were there. The first time I used them I had been ten years old. I saw my father strike my mother so hard across the face that she fell to the ground unconscious. I automatically rushed to her side. I stared directly into my fathers' eyes and commanded him to freeze. I didn't know why he listened to me –he never had before- but at that moment I didn't care. I quickly called a house elf to take Mother to the hospital, then ran as fast as I could just in time for my father to wake and chase after me.

Kryztal's POV

I had no idea that I had gifts until my uncle came to visit our estate. I was only ten years old when he stumbled in completely drunk and murderously angry. He caught sight of me sitting on my mothers' favorite Persian rug and ran forward, seized me by the hair, and dragged me to the middle of the room where he began to brutally beat me. I screamed and pushed my hand in front of my face when a jet of light shot out of my palm and threw my uncle away from me. My father ran down the stairs and scooped me up in a tight hug. I clung to him, crying my heart out.