The sun started to rise over the dew-drenched hills. A teen watched
this beauty from a window seat, pain etched in his azure eyes. Faint
shadows of sleeplessness could be seen under those striking eyes. Bruises
of all colors would be found all over his arms and torso, hidden from the
world, and even from the boy himself.
When movement could be heard in rooms down the hall, the boy jumped into his bed, hoping that no one would try to wake him, especially not his father.
Luckily, that morning his father was in too much of a rush to attempt to wake the boy, or to even send a servant up to wake him. His mother was abroad, as she usually was when not required at a social function with her husband. She hadn't even been present for her sons last two birthdays, not that he blamed her. When she did live with the boy and his father, his father did worse things to her than a few bruises.
Hours later when the sun was directly above the house, the boy rolled out of bed, dressed, and fixed his blonde hair. Today was the day that he had to buy new books for his next term at school. He found a note attatched to his owl and read it, relief running through his entire body. He slowly descended the stairs, stopping at the bottom.
"Wendy!!"
Immediately, a woman appeared in the foryer in front of the stairs.
The boy looked at her, his eyes previously innocent, sad, and alone, filled with scorn and his mouth curved into a smirk. "As my father requested for you to accompany me to Diagon Alley, I would like for you to be ready to go in ten minutes."
The woman looked at him hesitantly, "Me, sir? I don't-" The boy gave her a sharp glance. "Yes, sir. I'll be ready momentarily, Master Drac- Master Malfoy."
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On the other side of the Atlantic, a girl rose at the same moment. Whereas the boy was rising late, she was rising at 8 a.m. She looked out of the small window of her apartment, happy to see that she had slept through the night.
She rose slowly, trying to het rid of the kinks in her neck. Her bed was so spartan, it provided little comfort, but it was all she could afford, on the run as she was when not at school.
And hard business it was to keep herself hidden from her father and those she once called friend, who now cursed her name. Unfortunately, she couldn't return to make amends for fear of her father killing them all.
She looked over at the calender on her wall. Today was the day she found out if the magic school she had attended for the past two years granted her permission to participate in a foreign exchange program!
She leaped to her dresser, pulling out a shirt and pants. It didn't matter what she pulled, it was all black. It all fit her mood recently. Anyway, all the black made her red hair stand out. She looked into the small mirror in her bathroom after she finished brushing her hair and teeth.
"Alright, Willow, it's time to get the ball rolling."
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A/N: That's it... my first chapter of my first fic.... It's a little over descriptive, but it will get better... I plan to have many twists and turns, people might not be who you think they are, things might not be what they seem.... cliche stuff like that... heh... umm... R/R and I'll keep going until the fic dies...a violent death involving a rabid raccoon with a sharp ball point pen to the... ahem.. I digress... Tell me if it sux... seriously... As you can tell, this is a BtVS/HP fic, and there are probably spoilers for all of BtVS, and up to book 5, but... well... I don't like the characters that get killed... ::sob:: so they are still alive... whether or not they make appearences.... will come later... dum dum dum.
When movement could be heard in rooms down the hall, the boy jumped into his bed, hoping that no one would try to wake him, especially not his father.
Luckily, that morning his father was in too much of a rush to attempt to wake the boy, or to even send a servant up to wake him. His mother was abroad, as she usually was when not required at a social function with her husband. She hadn't even been present for her sons last two birthdays, not that he blamed her. When she did live with the boy and his father, his father did worse things to her than a few bruises.
Hours later when the sun was directly above the house, the boy rolled out of bed, dressed, and fixed his blonde hair. Today was the day that he had to buy new books for his next term at school. He found a note attatched to his owl and read it, relief running through his entire body. He slowly descended the stairs, stopping at the bottom.
"Wendy!!"
Immediately, a woman appeared in the foryer in front of the stairs.
The boy looked at her, his eyes previously innocent, sad, and alone, filled with scorn and his mouth curved into a smirk. "As my father requested for you to accompany me to Diagon Alley, I would like for you to be ready to go in ten minutes."
The woman looked at him hesitantly, "Me, sir? I don't-" The boy gave her a sharp glance. "Yes, sir. I'll be ready momentarily, Master Drac- Master Malfoy."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
On the other side of the Atlantic, a girl rose at the same moment. Whereas the boy was rising late, she was rising at 8 a.m. She looked out of the small window of her apartment, happy to see that she had slept through the night.
She rose slowly, trying to het rid of the kinks in her neck. Her bed was so spartan, it provided little comfort, but it was all she could afford, on the run as she was when not at school.
And hard business it was to keep herself hidden from her father and those she once called friend, who now cursed her name. Unfortunately, she couldn't return to make amends for fear of her father killing them all.
She looked over at the calender on her wall. Today was the day she found out if the magic school she had attended for the past two years granted her permission to participate in a foreign exchange program!
She leaped to her dresser, pulling out a shirt and pants. It didn't matter what she pulled, it was all black. It all fit her mood recently. Anyway, all the black made her red hair stand out. She looked into the small mirror in her bathroom after she finished brushing her hair and teeth.
"Alright, Willow, it's time to get the ball rolling."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: That's it... my first chapter of my first fic.... It's a little over descriptive, but it will get better... I plan to have many twists and turns, people might not be who you think they are, things might not be what they seem.... cliche stuff like that... heh... umm... R/R and I'll keep going until the fic dies...a violent death involving a rabid raccoon with a sharp ball point pen to the... ahem.. I digress... Tell me if it sux... seriously... As you can tell, this is a BtVS/HP fic, and there are probably spoilers for all of BtVS, and up to book 5, but... well... I don't like the characters that get killed... ::sob:: so they are still alive... whether or not they make appearences.... will come later... dum dum dum.