Prologue- Draco
I was a monster, influenced by so many people it was too hard to remember who I really was. But, then again, who I was happened to be the reason I was stood at the top of the stupid, fucking tower in the first place. Voldemort's bum-chum, precious in-breeds, pure-blood prejudiced prick, scummy serpents. These were all the things that a Slytherin was regarded as by the rest of Hogwarts. But what if we weren't born like that? What if we had no choice?
'Draco, what the fuck are you doing? Come away from the edge, you'll die!'
Carefully, I turned to face the boy who rescued everyone, who tried to save me...who turned my life to shit. His strikingly green, almond-shaped eyes were widened in shock, and as he took in what I was about to do, they suddenly filled with a hurt that I was all-too familiar with.
'That's the point, Potter.'
Slowly, I drew out my wand from my back pocket.
'Draco, please. Don't do this. Get down and we'll talk it out. Please, Draco, for me. I love you.'
I pointed the wand at his now tear-stricken face.
'OBLIVIATE!'
As his eyes slowly unfocused, I bent down and kissed the top of his scarred forehead.
'I love you too.'
I closed my eyes, and fell...