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A New Age Comes: Frightening Beginnings
Chapter One
I can remember it well; that first time I saw him, the first time our eyes met. It was an experience unlike any other. Yes, truly an experience.
To all the others, only words were exchanged, and rather less than polite ones at that. But to me - and, I'm not certain, to him as well - it was so much more than that.
Before our eyes met, I remember being curious. I found it intriguing that I was now in the presence of the man who fathered one of the most annoying people I had ever met. Various thoughts passed through my mind upon seeing him. Chief among them were that Draco must have inherited his sneer and supercilious manner form his father. And then there was the rather darker curiosity. I had read once that he had been a Death Eater.
That was the last thought I registered before I heard him mention Voldemort. The timing was uncanny. Naturally, I had to say something. He turned toward me then with a look of pure disdain. It was when his look met my defiant expression that it happened.
Our eyes met, and I was suddenly stricken with the most bizarre and powerful feeling. I'm still not certain that calling it a feeling can adequately describe it. I was consumed. My vision tunneled. All I could see were his eyes. It was not pulled into them. Oh no, it was nothing as simple as that.
I was on fire, but it was not painful. The flame seemed to ebb and flow through me, as though it were an ocean. Electricity also coursed through me, energizing me and rejuvenating me, releasing me and binding me, creating me and destroying me. And I was spinning, but also stationary. All I could see were his eyes even as I felt a nearly magnetic pull toward him. Not toward his eyes, but to him.
It was all of him, the good and the bad, the strength and the weakness. In that moment, I knew every bit of him, knew him better than all others, knew him better even than he knew himself. Thoughts, feelings, memories, decisions, motivations; all of it passed through me. And yet, it was so fleeting that none of it stayed within my memory. I was left only with the knowledge that it had occurred and that this man was indescribably important. How or why this was so, I hadn't the faintest idea. It just was.
Then, just as suddenly as it had happened, everything was back to normal again; at least, to all outward appearances. I, however, stood there, in the middle of Flourish and Blott's, in a state of shock. Nothing that had just occurred made any sense to me. I couldn't believe what I'd just felt. It was so very intense and confusing, and my twelve yard old self had no idea how to handle such a disturbing occurrence.
Luckily, I did not have much more time to contemplate it. The fight between Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy provided a most welcome, albeit mortifying, distraction. And, once the distraction occurred, I grasped hold of it. I told myself that I would only let go of it once I was calm and alone, and therefore, better able to think about it as clearly as possible. It was a new puzzle that needed solving, but at that moment it was a terrifying puzzle.
Not long after that, I parted ways with Harry and the Weasleys and returned home with my parents. It wasn't until that night, when I was supposed to be sleeping, that I finally allowed myself to begin analyzing the day's events. Needless to say, I didn't get very far. While I was quite intelligent and logical at the time, I was still too young to be able to comprehend even a small part of what had occurred.
So, I read and re-read every single magical book I owned, searching for any one hint or vague description of what I experienced. It wasn't until a few days before term was to begin that I finally abandoned the desperate, fruitless search through my beloved books. I then determined that I must wait to utilize the Hogwarts Library. I'll admit that I was quite impatient for term to begin so that I could renew my attempts at solving this puzzle.
That, however, was not to be. The boys, the Chamber of Secrets, and a petrifaction had seen to that. By the time it was all over, I had researched very little in regard to my puzzle. And for a few of the years that followed, I thought of it less and less. I never truly forgot about it, but, after a time, the memory of it had taken on a dreamlike quality. That is, until our eyes met again.
A/N: Hello readers! I hope you have enjoyed this new story of mine so far. It was one of those that snuck up on me and decided that I wouldn't work on any of my other stories until it was written. Anyway, I hope that you will all enjoy it and please excuse the fact that I borrowed a little bit from the movie. Now, this story will only be a few chapters long. It's more of a prequel to a much longer story that is still in the works. Nevertheless, please let me know what you think. Though, do have some class about it and don't flame. Flaming and constructive criticism are not the same thing. Constructive criticism is welcome of course. Until next time.