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Summary: Draco is being pressured to join the Death Eaters, but he's not sure if he wants to. All that is truly stopping him is a memory from the past telling him to wait for the one he will love. But who is his true love? Slash. HP/DM
Warning: This is slash. If you feel offended by that, please don't read.
Chapter One- Draco's Memory
A light snow swirled down trapping the Earth in a winter world. The entire landscape looked like a snow globe. It was impossible to see a few feet in front of you because of the sugary flakes that relentlessly fell from the heavens.
If looked a little closer, beyond the snow and ice, a solitude figure could be seen traveling. If looked even closer, you could see a fair complexion, marked only by a slight crimson that came from the cold. Light blue eyes scanned the horizon as though looking for something. The figure appeared to be frail and thin. Thin blonde hair the color of moonlight bordered the face, and swayed just below her chin. She was buried in an emerald cloak that did little to keep the cold away.
She was walking down the path from her home, unaware of the frigid weather. Despite the fact that the path wasn't visible, she knew where she was going. It was a path she had walked a million times in all conditions, on all occasions. Her mind wandered back to the reason she was leaving, and she shook it away.
She was leaving and that was the right thing to do. That was all that mattered now.
Not far behind her, a younger boy was racing through the snow, trying desperately to catch up with her. He was breathing hard, unable to see the girl he was searching for. His cheeks were rosy, and he shivered slightly. He cried out her name and listened as the white curtain around him swallowed his voice. He was scared. He knew he shouldn't be out here, but she couldn't leave. He wouldn't let her.
He screamed her name out again, and suddenly the shadow of a person came into a view a few feet in front of him. A new wave of energy filled him, and he ran faster. He grabbed her hand, but before a coherent word could come out of his mouth, tears were streaming down his face.
She was still as she felt the gentle tug on her hand. She didn't move, she didn't look as she felt a lump move into her throat. She could hear him sobbing for her to stay. She turned to him, and knelt gently in the snow, ignoring the cloak that swam around her thin frame. She rested her hands on his shoulders, and he rubbed his eye with a fist.
"Draco..." she whispered gently. "I can't stay."
He raced into her arms, breaking into a new fit of tears. She embraced him, letting him cry into her cloak.
"Y-You can't l-leave." he hiccupped.
"I have to." she replied gently. "I can't stay here any longer. Father doesn't understand me. If I don't leave, he'll hurt you."
"No he won't! You've fought before and things have always been fine." the nine-year old protested.
The older girl pulled him closer to her.
"This time is different, Draco. Things will change now. I want you to promise me something though, okay?"
Draco swallowed his tears, cuddling closer to the warmth of the fifteen-year old. His heart was hurting; he could feel it shattering in his chest. She was the only person he loved. And she was leaving him.
"Draco, promise me something." she repeated, pulling him away.
His darker eyes hit her light ones, and he nodded, not pulling his gaze away.
"Promise me, you'll always fight for what your heart believes in." she put her hand over his chest.
"My heart?" the young Malfoy repeated.
"Your heart. When you find the one you love, the one that is the other half of your soul, always fight for them. Always wait for that person, and never fight unless it is a fight your heart believes in it."
Draco listened with every molecule of his being. He didn't fully understand, how would his heart tell him to fight? And what kind of fight? Like a duel?
The girl smiled slightly as she saw the perfect innocence shining out of his eyes.
"You won't understand now, but I promise you, you will one day. But can you promise that Draco? That you will wait for the one that is meant for you?"
"I promise."
She kissed him gently on the cheek, and stood.
"And this is what I will promise you. We will meet again. But for now... Draco, you must go home. I'll watch you from here. And never forget your promise."
The Malfoy looked over his shoulder as he slowed walked back down the path. The girl was growing fainter and fainter as the snow engulfed her. When he couldn't see her anymore, he looked forward and fled. He knew his father would be angry upon his return, but that didn't matter to him right now. He had the meaning of his promise to ponder over for now.
When the girl was sure that Draco was safely inside, she turned and began to walk slowly back down the path once more.
"Good-bye Draco..." she whispered into the falling snow.
Then she was gone.
*~~~~~~~~*
Eight Years Later
The seventeen-year old Slytherin Prince awoke as sunlight fell across his face. He brought his hand up to block to light and blinked a few times.
He had had the dream again.
Draco sat up, rubbing his face, trying to rid himself of the remainder of sleep. He looked out the window, sun shining brightly in a sea of blue, cotton candy clouds dotting the sky. Heat was already pouring into his bedroom, warming his cold skin.
The weather was just the opposite of what it had been in his dream.
He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, and stared at the floor, thinking for a few moments.
Draco hadn't forgotten the promise he had made eight years ago on that day. Not that he understood it any better at seventeen than he did at nine.
He hadn't found that person for him to love yet. Sure, he had dated, but he didn't think that counted as the love she spoke of on that day. He hadn't experienced that rush of completion when he was another person. There had never been that sure angst of just needing to be around another person.
And what fight had she been speaking of it?
Draco was getting more and more confused as he just sat there thinking of it.
It all came down to one thing. He didn't know how to keep his promise, and she still hadn't kept hers. He hadn't even heard from her the day she had left home.
He let out a sigh as he pulled his body from the bed. Draco grabbed a pair of pants from the dresser and pulled them on, still annoyed by his lack of answers. He padded down the stairs, noting the silence of the house.
His parents had never come home last night. They hardly ever came home anymore. Ever since the resurrection of the Dark Lord in his fourth year, they were always out.
But things were changing now... He had just turned seventeen a few days ago, and was days away from beginning his final year of wizarding school. Not to mention his father was urging him to join the ranks of the Dark Lord and become a Death Eater.
Draco wasn't really sure if that was right for him though. Sure he had preached about the fact that he hated Muggles and Mudbloods before Voldemort rose again, but those were his father's words. And now that death was actually occurring everywhere, it had really opened Draco's eyes to the facts that a lot of innocent people were disappearing every day. Even if they were Muggles and Mudbloods.
But then again there was the way that his father put things. That 'nothing could be gained by not joining the Dark Lord.'
Draco sighed again as he began to make himself some toast.
Why did things have to be so confusing now?
Author's Note: Well there it is, Chapter One. Please review or email at vegetaztwin@hotmail.com