First Hp Story, I don't own Hp :( But i do own Euphemia and those who are involved in her world. :D Please let me know what you think. Thank you for your time.
Five year old Draco Malfoy stands before a large group of men, who say they are there to teach him. All dressed in dark cloaks, harden expressions etch to their faces. He looks up at his father with his beautiful hue gray eyes. Like any child wanting to be reassured by his father figure; Draco does not get what he wants. He is picked up and taken to a room where they await to teach him ways to harm another.
"Stop your crying boy!" One of the men screams at a crying Draco.
"Papa!" He tries to hide behind his father only to be pushed forward to watch a beaten man die.
Across the world,
Young Euphemia watches her sister, Synthia, pack her items in hast; trying to avoid making noise. Silent like a mouse, Euphemia peeks at her sister's concerned features. Zipping up her duffel bag up, Synthia rushes to the window and throws her bag out. Rushing back, Synthia leans over her baby sister and kisses her forehead.
"I'll miss you, Phemie, but I promise that I will write to you. I love you." With that Synthia rushes back to the window and sneaks out of the house and into the night. Leaving a five year old girl confused on why her sister left her for her boyfriend. Didn't she love her anymore?
