A/N & Disclaimer: This story is based on an idea I had used 7 years ago in a Junior High School writing/computer literacy class. It involves reincarnation, true love, and most importantly, Draco Malfoy!! The Plot is MINE, the characters however, are not. Please R&R and enjoi!!
CJ
Eighteen-year-old Draconis couldn't believe his luck. For as long as he could remember, he'd had everything he ever could have wanted, and more. Lucius, his father, made sure that his heir was want for nothing. Clothes, companions, schooling, the list was endless. It had all come to an end the day the Ministry of Magic decided to conduct a surprise raid at the Malfoy estate. It was whispered that the number of Dark Arts books found in Malfoy Manor rivaled that of the Great Library. A fine of four million galleons was instituted on the family, and Lucius Malfoy was sentenced to a term of no less than two years in Azkaban prison. The name of 'Malfoy' was in disgrace. They were shut out of all good society. Looking back, Draconis found it hard to believe that a mere thirty minutes could have changed his life so drastically.
Marissa Blackheart-Malfoy was unused to disgrace. She came from a highly respected pureblood family, and was used to being loved and respected by all those around her. The indiscreet behavior and imprisonment of her husband caused her to examine her life more thoroughly. Coming to the conclusion that there was no way to redeem the family's honor, she had hanged herself. It was very simple: a belt taken from her husband's closet provided her with an escape fro the land of the living. It was his wife's death that had caused the infamous Mr. Lucius Malfoy to turn to drink. Although he had never really loved the girl he had married, they had suited one another. She had been the perfect hostess, and a loving mother to their son…and now she was gone. What had started out as a simple glass after the evening meal had turned into half a bottle by lunchtime. Within a year, the family fortune had disappeared, and they were forced to sell the manor. His father unable to work, Draconis had found himself with the need to find employment. Now at the hardened age of one-and-twenty, he was working as an apprentice to an elderly ring-smith. He did his best to support his father, but Lucius' drinking problem quickly drained Draconis' wages. No sooner would he get his pay, Lucius would have it spent. There were days when the filthy waters of the Thames River looked extremely inviting, and it took all of his will power for Draconis to refrain from throwing himself off one of the many low, stone bridges that lined the water.
Only sleep brought deliverance, but the dreams of haunting brown eyes made his nights seem shorter and his days that much longer. He'd never forget those eyes...Or the day that she had stepped out of his dreams, and into life.