Title: Even if i die, it's you.
Genre: angst/ general Pairing: dunno but i think this is going to be a drarry.
Note: this is my first HP fic. So this would either caught your attention or just blah.
This is an AU, so please... Keep Calm. This is where you can unleash your wildest imagination through writing.
Prologue:
Heart broken and horrified at her husband's decision on forcing their only son Draco to commit murder by killing Dumbledore and planning on taking him the dark mark, Narcissa decided this is enough.
It was risky, since her sister and the other death eaters are in their manor as well as the dark lord. However Narcissa managed it somehow, it was either pure luck or they didn't care since Voldemort and the war is important and sees her and her son as a mere pawn in the war, but she didn't care.
Cutting off all the links that may tie them up on being a Malfoy behind her husband's back with a help of few trusted connections she still has when she used to be a Black, was worth it.
However...
A few days before her dear child supposedly kills his headmaster, she immediately took her son to live in the muggle world for a while. Selfish she is, but her son's well being and future is more important than the prestige and wealth than they used to live. She is a mother and she would want the best for her son who was mislead by Lucius.
Meanwhile, Draco struggles at his new environment but seeing his mother more content than she was in the manor, he thought this is for the best. Leaving everything behind while the war is starting to brew, he took a step forward towards the light and learned that most muggles wasn't that awful than he thought them to be. It was like in the wizarding world except the concept of magic to them is fiction.
Thus he needed to learn their way of living, which seems to be easy except for their bizarre fast and evolving technology which he still trying to grasp its idea so he wouldn't make a fool of himself. The war had ended and a few years later he never expected to see a familiar face that he had been wanting to forget ever since he left.
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