This is one of my FanFics…hope you enjoy it!

Rating: PG-13 (for violence and language)

Spoilers: All five previous books

Shipper: Draco/Caydence; Draco/Hermione; Ron/Hermione; Ron/Caydence; Harry/ Ginny

Summary: Being a victim of the Dark Lord, a new 'muggle' girl finds herself able to go through the brick wall between Platform Nine and Platform Ten at King's Cross Station. From there, she enters the lives of hundreds of witches and wizards, slowly allowing her past to unravel and brings everyone on a crazy, mind-twisting adventure. Not everything is what they seem...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, only the ones unfamiliar to you, like Caydence Bellator and others. The rest belong to J.K. Rowling.

Prologue

A white-blond haired, gray-eyed young man sat on a cold, dark rock, overlooking the deep, crystal blue lake that sat in front of him. A large, pink tentacle was seen in the darkness, skimming the water below as he took a deep breath. The Sorting had taken place not too long ago for the sixth year, but he wasn't in the Great Hall like everyone else. He couldn't believe it. It wasn't even his full day at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and already it was a disaster. He knew that this year, his sixth year, was absolutely going to be the worst one ever. Without a doubt, he even felt it. And he absolutely hated the fact that no one believed that he had changed for the better. No one.

Well, perhaps that's because you still act the same you idiot! A part of his mind told him.

Yeah, well, imagine letting your guard down and showing that you're not the same. Do you know how humiliating that is? You'd be worse than a Mudblood! The other part of his brain screamed at him. The boy silently nodded, knowing he could not let his guard down. He could not let anyone know that he was not the same cold, mean boy last year.

Yet, perhaps remaining the same is better! Why change? Am I kidding? No, I will never change…The boy finally concluded.

He had absolutely no one to talk to: no friends, no family- no life. His eyes traveled to the edge of the cliff that was only a few feet ahead of him. He could do it. He could jump off the cliff…he could kill himself. And no one would know. No one would even bother to look for me… He thought with disgust.

It seemed like only yesterday when he learned that, once again, his father had escaped from Azkaban. The whole summer seemed sort of like a rebirth for him…like a revival. He would sit in his room almost for three hours everyday, and just write. Scribbling furiously, anyone would find his nose in a black book, describing all the things that had bothered him in his past years. He wrote all the things that he had regretted doing. He regretted being a total, absolute ass to everyone. He regretted trying to follow his jerk-of-a-father's footsteps. He regretted acting as if he were the best and that no one would beat him in anything. He regretted saying anything to anyone, especially the muggle borns. After only a week, the three hundred-page book was filled till the end of things he absolutely hated and regretted doing.

It took him five straight hours to re-read what he had written. And after those five hours were up, he placed the book down on the desk he was sitting at, and took a look outside. The weather was absolutely beautiful and he could hear small robins chirping away. And that's when he realized: he was going to change. This was it. From this moment on, he was going to be an entirely different person. He'll treat others with respect…he wouldn't make mean and nasty comments to every single sentence that people said…he would be an actual gentleman: a new Draco Malfoy.

However, everything he wanted to be wasn't so easy. In the next few minutes, after he had made that vow, a sharp crack was heard in his bedroom. Turning around, he saw his father, grinning snidely, who had apparated. Draco's heart stopped for a quick second as his father had asked, "What, son? Not happy to see me?"

Draco didn't know what to do. Half of those pages were filled to the brim of things about his father. This was the exact person that he wanted to get away from. Draco knew that if his father were stuck and trapped in Azkaban, that it would be a lot easier on changing who he was. But now, that was impossible.

"Father…" was all Draco had found himself saying.

"Well, I'm glad to see nothing's changed in your room…" His father had said, randomly.

"Um, yeah…" Draco said, beginning to move himself to the left to shield the black book.

"Yes…except for…" Lucius Malfoy began to walk toward his son. Draco stood up quickly, hoping to distract his father, but Lucius reached around him and grabbed the precious black book that Draco had been writing in and reading earlier.

"What's this?" Lucius had asked.

"Nothing…" Draco mumbled, reaching for the book. Lucius struck Draco's hand down and took a step back. With fear residing in his eyes for what seemed like forever, Draco had watched his father open the black book and read what his son had written. Lucius' face had turned from curiosity and anxiousness to rage and hatred.

"Can you…explain this…?" Lucius had growled, taking steps toward his son. Draco began to cower away, banging into the desk behind him. Lucius had read everything…everything that Draco hated and regretted…everything about his father. Lucius was the main reason why his son had become the horrible wizard he was today…and Draco wrote that on the last page, along with the vow to change. Unfortunately, Lucius read that part…
Draco blinked tears away from his eyes, sitting on the rock, still remembering what had taken place after. He tried to remember everything. He tried to recall every moment that had occurred. But he couldn't. Perhaps it was because his father beat him so badly after he finished his steps toward his son…

Draco had woken up on his bedroom floor. He couldn't remember what had happened…or maybe he knew and didn't want to recall it. Dazed and confused, he slowly began to lift himself up. That's when he felt it: a warm liquid touched his hands as he squeezed it out of the white carpet with pressure. Looking down, he almost screamed. He was lying in a pool of his own blood. The white carpet now had a large circle staining it, as big as half his body. Draco looked his arms up and down and saw that there were three cuts: one long gash down his right, upper arm, one deep cut across his left, lower arm, and one slashing across his left, upper arm. Several purple bruises were also seen. Draco began to feel a little dizzy and brought his hand up to the back of his head. Trembling with fear, he took the hand and put it into the line of his vision: matted with blood. Lifting up his shirt, which was also spotted with blood, he saw that he had two gashes across his stomach and a large, black bruise right by his left rib cage. He brought his hands up to his face, trying to rest his head, when he snapped his fingers back. They, too, were covered in blood. Draco felt his face and realized that there was a medium-sized cut under his right eye. Applying pressure to his left eye, he felt it swollen and stinging. That definitely was going to be black. What exactly had his father done to him?

Cautiously standing up, he was relieved to know that his legs were fine. Only his left ankle shot slightly with pain as he began to walk. Striding over to the full-length mirror on his door, he stared, wide-eyed and mouth gaped open at the horrible condition he was in. He sincerely looked like the Knight Bus had run him over. Everywhere he looked, it seemed that his natural skin color was red with all the blood. Even his hair was red from the blood that seeped through the back of his head. No, he couldn't take this anymore. In two days, he would return to Hogwarts. Why would he have to wait those next forty-eight hours in his house, where his father had easier access to him? No, he almost died that day…he wouldn't wait for another round.

What took like forever, but in reality only forty-five minutes, Draco finally managed to clean and clear all the cuts and blood from his body. If he wore robes over his arms, he would look perfectly fine. Well…except for the cut under his right eye, black left eye, and swollen lower lip. "But, other than that…" He had snorted.

Draco's eyes dried from the tears as a cold wind blew against him. After that, he remembered everything he had done. He recalled packing all his belongings into his trunk and taken the Knight Bus to one of his best friend's house, Gregory Goyle. He remembered going with Goyle to Diagon Alley two days ago and meeting Vincent Crabbe and Pansy Parkinson there.

He remembered how, for some odd reason, more girls were gaping at him than usual. Even Pansy had complimented Draco's appearance. He smiled to himself, remembering that he actually felt thankful for working out over the summer. He had to admit: he looked a little older, with his shoulders broader and his abs and arms starting to obtain a muscular form. At least that was a plus to his miserable life.

He remembered going with Goyle also, yesterday, to King's Cross Station and boarding the Hogwarts Express. He remembered bumping into Hermione Granger accidentally, as she was coming out of her compartment, and him uneasily remaining speechless. Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy were in a compartment, two down from where he stood. Hermione had looked him square in the face, hatred and disgust filling her eyes.

"Um…sorry, Granger…" Draco had surprisingly said, unknowing of why or how he came to do it.

Hermione stopped short and looked curiously at the boy. Draco mentally kicked himself. What was he thinking? Apologizing to her? He said he wouldn't let his guard down!

"What, Mudblood?" Draco daringly asked, realizing that she was still staring at him.

The girl's expression went from curiosity to hatred. "Move it, Malfoy…" Hermione had grunted at him. Draco refused to move.

"What did you say to me? You filthy little…" Draco began.

"Shut up…" Hermione snapped, moving to the left and walking briskly down the aisle. Draco whirled around and took his wand out. Pointing it at her, he began to mutter a hexing incantation.

However, suddenly, he felt very tired. Too tired to do anything anymore. He took a deep breath, and forcefully brought the wand down to his side.
"The filthy Mudblood isn't worth getting a detention the first day…' he thought.

Shrugging it off, he began to move again, and noticed eyes, from the compartment she had come out of, staring at him, very dagger-like. He didn't even bother to see whom they belonged to.

Draco took a deep breath again. The next hours…the ones that only took place a few moments ago…they were fresh in his memory. Draco wanted to delete it from his past…he didn't want to remember what had happened. But he did…he could never forget it…

Draco's eyes closed as he still sat on that cold rock, remembering what had happened in the Great Hall…

…To Be Continued…

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