Disclaimer: I don't own either series. This is purely made for fun and enjoyment for all.
Prologue:
Two will swap
Ending a world different from their own
Yet still was the same
One will brought before falling
Another will be brought after falling
Both will suffer
Both will be connected
One is here
Another is there
Chosen, not by choice
But, by circumstances
That lay before them
Both will preserve
By a cost or by a reward
Chances will appear for him
The one who tried to fly from death
A chill went down his spine, the words spinning in his mind. What did it mean by that? He knew from the last line, that it had to be about …He-Who-Must-Be-Named. Only his name meant 'flight from death' directly. But, what about everything else? No matter. It is not that important anyway. Perhaps, it was nothing. Or maybe it was something. He clutched the paper in his hand. Looking up in the shelf he found the paper, he paused. What if this was true? Then, he should be hiding it. Telling his father, or his mother. Someone, someone who was for the…
He didn't want to tell them. He didn't want them to know. Something tells him, deep down, that if he revealed anything of this; well, and he could end up changing the future drastically, not in a good way. Maybe, he could tell him? The hero? The one he both envy and admire the most? He did not want to follow his father's footsteps anymore. The right thing to do was to tell…the one who defeated…
Yet, he didn't want to tell him either. Learning this, he realized that he was not supposed to tell anyone at all. His father never found this paper, no matter how many times he was in this library. However, he found it with no problem at all. There was something bigger in this. Something more sinister following and watching behind the corner, and he knew that it was not something to mess with. His stomach clenched, the same way it did a long time ago, when he had been a child, meeting a wimpy-looking child at the robe shop. Only, the instinct back then was to avoid the boy, to make the boy hate him. Now, it was feeling to hide the paper, only reveal it when the time was right.
His gut feeling was what led him to be rejected at the train, to be a slave of a madman. Yet, it was also the thing that allowed him to see the error of his ways. It helped him learn and grow; to not hate, but rather to accept.
Draco smoothed the paper, placed it back in the book, and turned around. He paused for a bit, before leaving the library. The book laid innocently in the shelf it was on.
A/n: So, how was the start? Honestly, this story idea just popped in my head one day and I immediately set off to write it.
Anyway, see you in the next update!
