A Weasel To Remember
By: GinnyofMirkwood
Disclaimer: I do not own A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks nor Harry Potter characters. This story is a mixture of Spark's storyline and Harry Potter Characters. The opinions are my own.
Prologue
When I was Seventeen, my life changed forever. I know that there are people out there who wonder what could have possibly have happened to me, when I say that. They look at me as if they cannot begin to fathom what happened to me. Though I seldom have to explain because I've lived here my whole life and most people either know my story or would be too busy to sit and listen to it. My story can't be summarized in a few short sentences; It can't be put into bright and easy to read package either. Despite the fact that forty years have passed by, the people that were with me that year at Hogwarts, accept the fact I talk little of this. My story in a lot of way is all of their stories as well because they all placed a part in it. It was I, however that was closest to it. I'm fifty-seven years old, but even now I can remember every little detail from that year, despite how insignificant. I relive that year often in my mind, bringing back a strange mixture of happiness and misery to my heart. There are moments when I wish I turn back the hands of time and save myself the agony, but in doing so I would take away the joy as well. So I've learned to accept the past and let it guide me forward, as it wills. Today is September 12, and as I go to leave my house, I glance around. The sky is brilliantly blue. My eyes wander to the trees and I see that they are changing into shades of red, yellow, and orange from their usual green. The wind is blowing and I zip up my jacket. With a sigh, I feel the memories flooded back again. I close my eyes, and feel the years go in reverse, slowly pushing my life backwards. As if I am looking through someone else's eyes, I see myself turn younger. I feel my wrinkles disappear. My youthful vigor, and my childish ignorance returns. 'That' year is approaching. And then suddenly the world changes just like me. Things are like they use to be. Diagon Alley looks like it used to. The headline still called for fear of the Dark Lord's return. I open my eyes and I see Hogwarts out before me. I stare at it as if it is alien to me for a second, but I know exactly who I am. I am Draco Malfoy, and I am seventeen years old. This is my story; I promise to leave nothing untold. You will laugh and then you will cry. That's your warning.
AN: Chapter 2 will be up soon. It will be more of my own work since It will get more into the world.
Disclaimer: I do not own A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks nor Harry Potter characters. This story is a mixture of Spark's storyline and Harry Potter Characters. The opinions are my own.
Prologue
When I was Seventeen, my life changed forever. I know that there are people out there who wonder what could have possibly have happened to me, when I say that. They look at me as if they cannot begin to fathom what happened to me. Though I seldom have to explain because I've lived here my whole life and most people either know my story or would be too busy to sit and listen to it. My story can't be summarized in a few short sentences; It can't be put into bright and easy to read package either. Despite the fact that forty years have passed by, the people that were with me that year at Hogwarts, accept the fact I talk little of this. My story in a lot of way is all of their stories as well because they all placed a part in it. It was I, however that was closest to it. I'm fifty-seven years old, but even now I can remember every little detail from that year, despite how insignificant. I relive that year often in my mind, bringing back a strange mixture of happiness and misery to my heart. There are moments when I wish I turn back the hands of time and save myself the agony, but in doing so I would take away the joy as well. So I've learned to accept the past and let it guide me forward, as it wills. Today is September 12, and as I go to leave my house, I glance around. The sky is brilliantly blue. My eyes wander to the trees and I see that they are changing into shades of red, yellow, and orange from their usual green. The wind is blowing and I zip up my jacket. With a sigh, I feel the memories flooded back again. I close my eyes, and feel the years go in reverse, slowly pushing my life backwards. As if I am looking through someone else's eyes, I see myself turn younger. I feel my wrinkles disappear. My youthful vigor, and my childish ignorance returns. 'That' year is approaching. And then suddenly the world changes just like me. Things are like they use to be. Diagon Alley looks like it used to. The headline still called for fear of the Dark Lord's return. I open my eyes and I see Hogwarts out before me. I stare at it as if it is alien to me for a second, but I know exactly who I am. I am Draco Malfoy, and I am seventeen years old. This is my story; I promise to leave nothing untold. You will laugh and then you will cry. That's your warning.
AN: Chapter 2 will be up soon. It will be more of my own work since It will get more into the world.