Chapter 2

Parchment rustled in the wind and looked upward to cold eyes. The face which kept them, was tired and pale. The hues of ice blue which were never seen filled with emotion of compassion, now clung to tiny tears. A shaking hand picked up the paper in disbelief, but no matter how much he wanted it to say different, the words still remained the same. The office around the figure, was dark and desolate, giving off an air of hatred and power. This man had always wanted power, and now he had it. Draco Malfoy was the new Minister of Magic, and everyone beckoned at his call. But at this moment, he felt weak because Hogwarts new teacher's roster read the names of all faculty members. Only one name seemed to hold its self apart from the others; Carrie White. For almost eleven years, Draco was able to be free of all emotions and forget the one person who turned his world around. If that day in lat July had been different, would he be where he was today? Carrie wasn't one for power, never wanted to rule over anyone or anything. She had even turned down the position of Quiditch captain for the Ravenclaw team. In those days, Draco was soft to select few and it was only because he loved Carrie. Everything changed because of how she thought and how Carrie made him feel. Darkness consumed his soul quickly, as the tears were pulled back. He wouldn't cry or be weak, he would go to the school at the beginning of term to give his usual speech to the faculty and forget Carrie's presence and existence. A curling, twisted grin replaced the expression of guilt and depression, as he stood from behind the large oak desk.
Rain rapped gently against the windows of the Ministry, leaving steaks and water marks against the cool glass. The area where Draco stood was dark and cold and every time he breathed the window would fog a moment. The halls beyond his office lay silent and desolate, for it was already after twelve and most had gone home to their families. Draco had no family to speak of; no wife, children, and his parents hadn't spoken to him in ages. Time breathed by slowly with haunting and chilling bursts. The air in the office sat flat and dry, and withdrew from all movement. All happiness was stripped from the walls and floor, leaving gloom and hate to cover everything. And on nights like these, with the cold bitter rain, Draco was forced to think of things he tried so hard to forget. The floor boards creaked, as another lifeless soul pushed open the dark wood door and peaked its head inside. He didn't move from the window or even turn or cough to acknowledge the presence of who entered. A sigh escaped from the other, who walked nonchalantly toward the window, eyes shifting from the window and Draco.
"No matter how long you stare out there, the piece of paper isn't going to change. No matter how much you want that name to disappear, it will still be there next time you look at it." A voice finally shattered the silence with no grin or smirk to follow, and she simply cleared her throat to continue. "Go home, get some sleep, and think about what your going to say to the new staff members to Hogwarts. If you want my opinion, thinking about what used to be is a waste of what could be and what is." Draco, again didn't move or make a noise in agreement or dismay. Minutes of silence passed before he finally turned to the girl with a nod and simply walked from the office. He dare not utter a word, not wanting to fight or argue because in his mind, all he had was the past. His future already lay in front of him, and there was nothing or no one could do to change what would happen. He was the minister of magic, the ace high, the one with all the power and that was his future. But his past held something else, something beautiful and fresh. And as he laid down at home, shutting those hues of deep, emotionless blue the past remained clear in his mind.
Dawn peeked over the roof tops, peering in through the windows with calm, easy eyes. He had been awake for hours and sat in front of the fire still thinking of his speech to the new faculty members, but most of all what he would say when she appeared in front of him. Draco couldn't take the risk of being mind blown and stunned in front of everyone and decided that speaking with her before would be the best thing to do. This meant taking the train, for he knew already she couldn't use magic to appear at Hogwarts. Somehow a smile managed to fall across his pale, cold face. He had dreamed what she would look like, everything still the same; each strand of deep, dark hair, piercing green eyes, and of course that smile. Standing from the chair, he quickly grabbed his cloak and made his way to the train station, with hopes of seeing her on the platform looking stunning and smart, wrapped in her own light.