A/N so literally this has been in my head forver. Ive had this idea for a very long time and never actually got around to typing it out. I don't own anything. And im not sure if i should continue. Review and tell me?
Draco stomped through the streets of wizarding London cursing his entire family and all of his friends. It was his twentieth birthday and they had thrown him a surprise party. He hated surprises. He liked being in control, and you had no control if you were surprised. Blaise had mentioned a night at their favourite club and that's what Draco thought he was in for. He imagined himself drinking too much Firewhiskey and hitting on pretty witches. He didn't think he would walk in the doors to have a hundred of his closest friends screaming 'Surprise!' at him and throwing handfuls of confetti at his face. He left immediately.
He was storming down Diagon Alley when he felt a small hand tug on his robes. He stopped in his tracks and turned to stare at the violator. It was a very old and weak looking witch. She was hunched over and wrapped in a thin black cloak. Her hair was like black straw and her nose was long and hooked. Her knarled hand was still tugging on Draco's expensive dress robes.
"Please, sir," She croaked, "Please, I beg you, a few knuts is all I ask!"
She shook small tin in front of his face and he shoved her away from him in disgust.
"No, you hag. Please leave me be. I am not in the mood to be generous." Draco said coldly.
"I'm sick, sir! I'm terribly ill and dying! I need the money for food and medicine!" She begged.
"Leave now before I make you." He growled.
"Sir, if you don't find it in your heart to be generous, you will regret it." She warned.
"I said go away! You will get nothing from me!"
Suddenly she transformed in front of his eyes form a hideous hag to a beautiful woman. Draco gasped. She wasn't – she couldn't be – human. Her hair was the colour of spun gold and rolled down her back to her waist in waves and curls like an ocean of honey. Her eyes were the colour of midnight and were now glaring at Draco coldly. She was tall and slender and her gorgeous body was draped in a loose white dress that hug her perfect curves and highlighted her best features. Draco dropped to his knees in awe. Tears were springing up in eyes from sheer shock at seeing such a heavenly creature.
"Forgive me." He murmured staring at the ground.
"Draco Malfoy I have seen that there is no kindness in your heart. Your heart is made of ice and stone. It is shrivelled and diseased and dying slowly. You are selfish and cruel and don't know how to love. So I'm going to make you as hideously ugly on the outside as you are inside." The woman said with a voice like fire.
Draco started upwards, "No – wait!" But it was too late.
She had waved her arms to the sky and then to Draco's body and performed magic on him without the aid of a wand. Suddenly he screamed in unbearable agony. It felt like his body was being set on fire and shredded to pieces at the same time. He doubled over in pain and screamed until his throat was raw. When the pain was finally over he was hunched, panting on the ground. She was still standing over him.
"There, Draco Malfoy. You have one year to find someone to love you despite your looks. Even though your face now reflects your heart, if you fall in love with someone and they return your love, you will go back to normal. However, if you do not find love within that one year, you will stay this way forever." She whispered darkly.
"Please, take it back! I'm sorry!" Draco cried but his voice sounded foreign. Instead of smooth, his voice now sounded rough and hoarse, as if he was gargling rocks as he spoke.
"It's too late. You should have been kinder. I'll be back on your twenty-first birthday." She said and vanished into thin air. But not as if she had disapparated. It seemed as though her body was slowly and quietly fading away until it was no longer there.
Draco looked around him. It was amazing that no one noticed this whole event on a crowded street on a warm evening. But it seemed like the mysterious woman had put some sort of spell around him so that no one could see him. He stood up and his movements broke the spell. Suddenly a woman saw him and screamed. The man next to her shouted and reached for his wand. Draco desperately disapparated to his home in fear and shame.
He opened the front door and walked into the sitting room to find his mother and father sitting by the fire and talking quietly. The both turned to look at who walked into the room but instead of looking happy as Draco expected, both of their jaws had dropped in horror.
Lucius reached for his wand and stood in front of Narcissa.
"Get out of my house, beast!" He shouted at Draco.
"No father! It's me! It's your son!" Draco pleaded.
Lucius paused for a moment and seemed to study him.
"Draco?" He said slowly.
"Yes! I don't know how this happened! Someone cast a curse on me! She wasn't quite human; I don't know what she was!" Draco cried.
Narcissa stood up slowly. "You are not my son." She said. "Leave my home, creature."
"Mother, no!"
"You are not my son!" She screamed again and Draco ran from the room, heartbroken. He was so sure his parents would believe him. As he ran through the hallways of his home, he happened to pass a mirror and froze in shock.
His body was warped and misshapen. His shoulders were hunched and his head completely bald. All of his skin was covered with bumps and hideous marks. His teeth were crooked and yellow and his left eyebrow bulged over his eye. His body no longer fit into his robes so they were ripping and stretching. His lips were chapped and cracked his nose was bent and stumpy. The only thing that looked the same about him was his eyes.
He gasped and shielded his eyes from the gruesome reflection. "I'm a monster." He whispered.
He apparated to the only place where a person might believe him and not try to kill him. He knocked on her door and she opened it holding a small child of about two years old with lime green hair.
"Aunt Andromeda." He mumbled. "I need your help."
"Draco?" She asked cautiously.
He nodded miserably.
"What happened to you?" She asked in horror.
"It's a long story." He whispered.
"Well, then come inside. You're safe now." And she ushered her beastly nephew into her tiny cottage and shut the door firmly behind him.
A/N so this was the sort of not quite almost first chapter but mostly a prologue. Please please please tell me what you think and if i should continue or not! This was really an experiment and if i don't get enough reviews, ill just stop. I want to hear your opinions so please review!
