Seven-year-old Draco looked around with wide eyes. He had seen the brightly colored tent from his bedroom window and was curious to what was going on. Draco knew his father would never approve of him going to see what the muggles were doing, but Draco was curious. He had decided to sneak out – and he was he glad that he did.
All around Draco were muggles doing incredible things. Some were on strange contraptions with one wheel on a string high above the ground, while others were flying through the air doing strange tricks. He saw muggles shot out of odd tubes with a loud "BANG," muggles spinning on a wheel while someone else threw knives at them, and even some creepy muggles with red noses and strangely colored faces. Draco wanted to avoid those. They seemed crazy. However, what amazed Draco the most was the muggles who were playing with fire. He knew that wizards could do what the muggles were using magic, but the people in front of him did not have that advantage. These muggles almost seemed to be part dragon with the way they were swallowing and breathing fire without getting burned.
When Draco left the circus that day, it was with a new respect towards muggles. He had seen them do incredible feats with no magic whatsoever, things he could barely believe were possible without magic. While he may forget his respect as the years went on, Draco would always have that one night of amazement to look back on and wonder – maybe, just maybe – muggles weren't as bad as his father had always said.
Thank you for reading this! I would like to give the tumblr blog "Harry Potter Fanfiction Prompts" credit for the prompt I used for this ficlet.