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(First Name) (Last Name) became his first real friend then his worst enemy.

Draco Malfoy became her first real friend then her worst enemy.

Rich and poor, sophisticated and unrefined, parented and parentless... they are complete opposites.

Despite these circumstances, both hold the keys of each others fate in their hands. Through their choices, they have the power of saving or completely destroying one another. Only they are capable of changing each other lives in ways that neither of them could have possibly imagined.

And neither one can survive without the other...

A/N:

Hello everyone! I'm not quite done with all of my changes yet. I just decided to spoil all of you by publishing at least the very first part of the many changes and additions to the story. I hope all of you like it! Tell me what all of you think! I would love to hear from you! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Thank you for sticking with me this long! I know all of you have been waiting patiently to see what happens next. I really appreciate every single one of you! I never thought this story would be liked by so many people!

Sorry for the full story summary at the top of this chapter. It wouldn't all fit in the summary box.

Without further ado, here is the new first chapter of the story!

Chapter 1: The Orphan

It was a cloudy chill November night in London. The street lamps illuminated buildings, streets, and sidewalks all over the city. Nobody could hide inside the darkness unless they hid in the shadows of the cars or the alleys. The fact comforted anyone who walked down the sidewalks at night. Rightfully so given the circumstances.

During the last couple of years, it's been hard for anybody to feel safe. Until a week ago, strange things were happening all over England. An unusually high number of people are missing. Reports of dead bodies lying around in random places skyrocketed seemingly overnight. Several others have even dropped dead in the middle of crowded sidewalks. It's easy to tell that it can't be a mere coincidence. Too many people have died in similar circumstances.

The police ran extensive investigations into each situation but to no avail. No one knows who killed any of them or why. They aren't even sure how any of the victims died. None of them had a single wound on their bodies or internal signs of medical complications. The expressions on their faces showed they died of fright. What frightened the people in the crowded sidewalks was anyone's guess. They were out in broad daylight. Considering the circumstances, it was amazing no one saw the perpetrators in the act. Whoever the killers were, it was clear they were extremely dangerous.

Just thinking about it made people nervous.

The words Turner Street were on a green street sign at each end of one of the many roads. It was usually busy. At this later hour though, the street was empty except for the small handful of cars lining its curbs. Seeing as it was the heart of London, it was also eerily quiet. The silence ended only when the wind periodically blew through the branches of the few trees on the sidewalk.

Many tall four-story brick apartment buildings with shared walls went along its edges. At the front of them, four windows lined the top three levels to let light into the rooms. It was easy to tell where each apartment complex ended and the next one began even though they all looked like they were in one building. Each one had separate chimney stacks sticking up on the roof, entrances at the bottom level, and house numbers. Different small businesses also took up the bottom floors making it easier to tell them apart.

At the end of Turner Street was another road perpendicular to it, Mulberry Street. Almost all the buildings on it looked exactly like the ones on Turner Street. There was only one exception at its center, right where Mulberry and Turner intersect.

It looked much like the others. The building had four stories, a brick exterior, a chimney stack, and windows that lined the front of each floor. After that though, the similarities ended. Unlike the others, it didn't have shared walls with the other buildings near the property. A tall brick wall went all around the large properties border to surround the structure at its center. The building was four times the size of the others and had fifteen windows on each floor. A set of large concrete stairs led up to the dark wooden French doors at its entrance. There was only one entrance to the property, a tall iron gate at the edge of the sidewalk positioned in front of the main doors. At the front of the building, there was a large playground hidden behind the wall surrounding the property. You couldn't see it unless you walked up to the front gate and peered through it. The words "Bray's Children's Home" were on a plaque screwed into the brick wall.

Everything was quiet and still until two loud popping sounds rang through the air. They came from the opposite end of Turner Street where two men were now standing. It was as if they had appeared out of thin air.

One was a tall old man with blue eyes and pale skin. His long white hair reached down to his hips and was as long as his white beard. Anybody could mistake him for someone's grandfather. His choice in clothing though made him stand out. He wore a strange, expensive looking long sleeve dark red robe and a pointed hat of the same color on top of his head. His clothes would remind anyone of the usual depiction of a wizard. He didn't seem like he belonged there.

The other man was younger with greasy shoulder-length black hair and obsidian eyes of the same color. He was only twenty-one years old. His pale, sallow skin though made him look much older. He also had a hooked nose. Dark circles were under his eyes as if he hadn't been sleeping. Unlike the kind looking man next to him, he had a cold and indifferent expression on his face.

His black robes billowed behind him when he stepped forward to stand next to the other man. They were strange looking like the older man's as if he also didn't belong there.

"It would appear Hagrid hasn't arrived yet," the old man said as he looked around the neighborhood.

"Are you sure it was prudent to send the child with him Albus?" the black-haired man asked. "Surely there are safer ways."

"I am sure, Severus," the old man whispered with a nod while he stared at the large building at the other end of the street. "I would trust Hagrid with my life."

Albus pulled a strange object out of his robe pocket. It looked like a cigarette lighter. A click came from it as he opened its lid. He pointed it at one of the many street lamps around them before something strange happened. Somehow the light coming from it flew into the object and disappeared. He repeated the same thing to all the other lamps as they made their way towards Bray's Children's Home. By the time they made it to their destination, Turner and Mulberry were both covered in darkness.

Both men were silent for a moment as they stared at the orphanage.

"It's a shame," Albus said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "I never thought that I would be forced to do something like this. If only she had someone, a relative, that I could give her to. It pains my heart to send her to an orphanage."

"Neither of her parents had any living relatives," Severus informed him. "There's nothing else we can do."

"If only they wouldn't have been at the wrong place at the wrong time," Albus said with a sigh. "Fate can truly be a cruel mistress."

The low rumbling of a car or motorbike broke the silence that formed between them moments later. As the noise from the engine in the distance gradually grew louder, they looked up and down Mulberry and Turner for any signs of a headlight. All that greeted them was darkness. When the noise became loud enough, they both looked up at the sky and noticed an oversized motorbike descending towards the ground.

"It looks like Hagrid's here," Albus said.

When the tires of the motorbike hit the concrete of the road a few apartments away, the tires screeched from the impact. Hagrid eventually came to a stop in front of Severus and Albus then turned off the roaring engine.

"I presume the child is safe, Hagrid?" Albus asked.

"O' course Headmaster," Hagrid said in response as he looked at a small pink bundle inside his sidecar. "She's right here, safe and sound."

Hagrid stood up and picked up the small pink bundle with his garbage lid sized hands to cradle it in his massive arms.

It wasn't hard to tell, even from a distance, that Hagrid was unnaturally large. He easily towered over Albus and Severus, two full-sized adults, when he stood at his full height of eleven feet six inches. He was also three times as wide as they were. Even his boot covered feet were both the size of a medium-sized dog. The child he was holding in his arms made his size even more apparent. She was a great deal smaller than he was.

Hagrid had shaggy medium-length black hair and a thick beard that covered half of his face. His warm looking dark brown eyes were staring down at the pink bundle in his arms. He was wearing an overcoat made of moleskin that had many pockets. Underneath it, he had on a red long-sleeved shirt under a worn brown vest. A black belt around his belly held up a pair of baggy dark brown pants that covered his lower half. Although his clothes didn't look as strange as Albus' or Severus', they were still out of place in the middle of London.

Albus stepped towards him and took the bundle out of Hagrid's arms. A baby girl with (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair peered up at him with a tired expression on her face. She had tear stains on her red cheeks.

If it wasn't for her exhaustion, Albus knew she would still be crying. It was clear she wasn't happy. He couldn't blame her. The poor girl went through an extremely traumatic experience a week and a half ago. It was nothing short of a miracle that she was still alive. She hasn't had a restful nights sleep since that fateful day. All she wanted was the comfort of her parents. Unfortunately, he couldn't give her what she wanted. Her parents were gone. They died that same day.

He and his associates all investigated the incident and tried to decide what to do with her. None of them wanted to give her up to an orphanage. They came to realize though that they had no other option. As Severus had pointed out, her parents had no living relatives. The girl was an orphan in every sense of the word.

He turned around to face the orphanage and took a step towards it with silent dread.

Albus took extreme caution while choosing an orphanage to place her in. A part of him though still feared what might become of her. Was he doing the right thing? Would she learn to understand love or would she end up like a certain boy he had come to know? Was he dooming her to a horrible future by handing her over?

They were questions and thoughts that had been swirling inside of his mind since they made their decision. He had heard that the orphanages in London had changed slightly since the 1930s and 1940s. From what he had observed though, the treatment of the children depended mostly on the people in charge. His only hope was the fact that the woman who was in control at this particular orphanage was kinder than most. He spent most of yesterday watching her and observed how she had treated the children under her care.

The front gate creaked as he opened it and entered the property. Severus and Hagrid stayed behind and silently watched him as he walked up to the front steps. His pity filled blue eyes were glued to the child in his arms while he slowly walked up the stairs. When he made it to the front doors of the building, he hesitated for a moment then crouched down to gently place her down onto the porch.

"Goodbye (First Name) (Last Name)," Albus said to her as he placed an envelope on top of her small stomach just as she closed her eyes and finally fell asleep. "Good luck."

He gave her one last fleeting glance then stood up and walked away from her. When he made it through the gate leading into the property, he took out his light stealing object and a stick.

"We'll meet you back at Hogwarts," Albus said to Hagrid. "Be careful on the way there."

"I will," Hagrid said as he nodded his head in understanding.

Hagrid walked back over to his motorbike and sat down before starting it up again. The engine roared to life and only became louder when he pressed on the gas pedal.

Albus waited until Hagrid was soaring through the sky before he pointed his stick at the doorbell of the orphanage. A burst of light shot out from its tip and hit the doorbell. Someone turned on the light to one of the rooms on the bottom floor moments later.

It was all the evidence he needed to know someone heard the doorbell.

He quickly opened the lid of his light stealing object with another click. The light it stole flew back into the lamps and began to illuminate Turner and Mulberry once more.

"Let's go, Severus," he said softly after giving the orphanage one final look.

Albus and Severus then suddenly vanished as if they weren't there in the first place. The only proof of their existence was the small child they left behind.