Author's note: Hey guys! All right, this is NOT my first fan fiction. I am experienced in writing, the only problem I have is that English is not my mother tongue. My teacher always praises me, but I think he exaggerates. Anyway, this is the first fan fiction I upload here, however, a friend of mine and I, we write a parody on several series, including Harry Potter and LotR. I think that she wants to put it on ff.net. But, be warned, it's German. So, now you think I'm German, right? Well, I don't want to be, so don't blame me… I'm babbling, now the prologue of my ff. Oh and the pairing is: Draco/OC. Her name will be revealed in chap 1.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (or Draco ~sob~) however I do own my original characters, which will be included in this story. The girl in this story is an original, so I own her and I'm proud of it, cause I really love her (pleaze don't misunderstand me, okay?).
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Prologue
The Hogwarts train came to a halt at the platform 9 ¾ that was crowded with students, first years up to seven years. It was September 1, a hot day with the sun burning like there was no tomorrow and no breeze to cool down the air, if just for a moment.
One girl waited at the end of the platform looking unaffected by all of this. As the train stopped she walked with an elegance over to the train, which already screamed dark-arts. Her long hair was up in a high ponytail. In contrast to the looks of everyone else here she seemed to be… well fresh and not sweaty. On the second look one had to wonder where her luggage was, she hadn't anything but the bag over her shoulder, which wasn't big enough to hold all her belongings. The people around kept away from her, they already felt strange just seeing her, she was powerful and her aura felt like pure ice, she shouldn't be angered, everyone agreed on that.
Somewhere else there was a young man, boarding the train with a horde of other people behind him. He was tall and had handsome features but his eyes were cold, uncaring, daring everyone so he could show them their place: Beneath him! The black robes he hold in one hand showed the Slytherin crest and as he neared a compartment at the end of the train he also put on his famous smirk, already identifying him as a member of the most influential wizard family on the whole earth. He, of course, was a Malfoy! The youngest member of the family, turning eighteen in exactly thirteen days. The people behind him didn't dare to walk near him, they were afraid of him, he shouldn't be angered, everyone agreed on that.
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Author's note: So, what do you think? It's short I know, but it's just the prologue. The first Chapter will be longer. I promise. Please review even flames are welcome. Bye, Scarlet Clover…