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Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy: The truth behind the story PrologueAllright. You're doing this on your free will. You asked me to tell you my story, not minding if it was too long, too sad, too catastrophic. Too beautiful...
If anything, my story was beautiful.
Do you regret it?
No. Never. It was love. And love is never regretful. Love is worthy. Makes you fearless. If you're not willing to love whole-y, then you're not loving.
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And now I understand you can even die for it. Just now I understand...Pause.
Are you really ok with this? I mean, I'm just trying to help you. You don't have to-I'm fine. It's ok.
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Now where should I start?From the start, I think.
Smiles.
Allright....
Silence.
...It all started seven years ago, just after I had completed eleven years old..
I wasn't very different from now. A little too short for my age and a little too skinny, too. But I couldn't be happier. One night I had discovered I was a wizard and in the other, I found myself wondering through Diagonal Alley, with this giant guy- which came to be my dear friend Hagrid – to buy magical supplies to use in the classes I was going to attend at Hogwarts, my new school. A wizard's school.
I was amazed with the whole cenario. The people around me, their clothes, their behavior... And though I had never been at that kind of place, I felt myself at home. With people like me. I felt like, suddenly, I was no longer the freak that the Dursleys made me believe I was. I was someone, with the rest of my kind, in my magic world...
.: Diagonal Alley, Seven Years Ago :.
"Amazing..." I said between sighs, while my eyes observed every new thing before me. We just left Gringotes. It made me laugh the way the people dressed, with those funny hats and thick cloacks, walking by me just like I was one of them, not miding I was an intruder in their incredible world. Actually, I wasn't an intruder. I just hadn't got used to that fact.
We had bought almost everything I needed and I was very surprised with all the money my parents had left for me. I was rich without even knowing.
"Might as well get yer uniform." Said Hagrid while I was still admiring my surroundings. He excused himself to go to the Leaky Cauldron and I had to go by myself to see Madam Malkin. I was a bit nervous.
The woman I was about to meet was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. "Hogwarts, dear?" I heard her ask and when I thought of answering she kept. "Got the lot here – another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."
My breath was caught in my throat, my eyes went wide and my heart raced as I caught sight of the most beautiful person I had ever seen. There he was, in the back of the shop, with pretty pale face and smooth blond hair, having his robes being pinned up. It was love at first sight.
"Hullo", he said. His voice was silky and I was frozen. "Hogwarts, too?" I hadn't realised I was gaping. I gathered all the strenght I had, and nervously answered.
"Yes." That was all I managed to say. I felt like touching him.
"My father's next door buying my books..." He kept on talking but I didn't pay attention. All I could do was get lost in his grey, yes grey, silver eyes. I just wanted him to keep talking as I thought I would never get tired of his voice. His lips were rosy and not too thin, but looked tasty. My eyes traveled to his body and again, he was perfect. Slimmy and elegant, delicate and fragil. I found him pure beauty. Odd, that is, because I didn't think I liked boys.
I stood there daydreaming about him, when I was snapped back to reality. "Have you got your own broom?" He asked me again, and once more I could only answer no. My replies were almost authomatic. First, 'cause I didn't really know what he was talking about. Second, because it was hard to look at him and not get dazzled.
He went on saying something about houses and Slytherin, and I couldn't undertstand a word. I felt embarassed.
"... look at that man!" He said pointing to the front window where Hagrid stood with a huge icecream. And I was finally able to talk more than monossilables.
"That's Hagrid." Ok, two words are good. "He works at Hogwarts." Four!
"Oh, I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?" He said in an arrogant tone that I didn't appreciate it.
"He's the game keeper." I replied.
Then he said something about Hagrid being savage and I was getting more and more surprised with the way he spoke of my friend. Was he always like that? But I ended up finding him beautiful even when sneering.
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?" Oh. That so did not fit him.
I was about to answer, hoping I wouldn't scare him and make him stare at my scar with google eyes, when Madam Malkin said I could go. And somehow I didn't know how to stay. I mean, I wanted to, but Hagrid was outside waiting for me and I was just...
I was just yearning for the time I would meet him again.
TBC?
A/N: What do you think? Should I go on? I know this chapter was short, but don't worry, it's just the prologue. The next ones will probably be quite long, since I have a lot to write.
Anyways, I'll post next chapter depending on the reviews I get. Let me know! ^.^