A/N: Here's the first chapter. I hope you like it.

Chapter One: The Seer

Diagon Ally was filled with people rushing in and out of stores, scurrying about for the holiday season. A dark cloaked, platinum blond man walked down the middle of the street, staring determinedly ahead, fixed on one destination only. Some of the people surrounding him looked on with disgust upon their faces, while others nodded and smile out of politeness.

One man with little white hair, one tooth, and a long pointy nose and chin, whispered to another man almost the same as him. "Eh, I don't know why them ministry people didn't send him on to Azkaban with those other Death Eater sum. Think about it, the wars over and there's still one of them nasty Malfoys' among us."

"Eh," The other man said. " I heard from some people in the three broomsticks that that young Malfoy was a good one now. Heard he done a lot of good things for that ministry."

" Yeah well, he's still a Malfoy, and we can't trust them Malfoys' for one minute. Never know when they'll turn on you. Pure evil they are, pure evil."

However, Draco who heard all this bad talk about him and his family just continued to walk down the street towards his destination. He made no notion that he heard, nor that he cared, because he didn't care anymore. That was the past, which was no more.

Madam Veronica's house of your mind, future, and palm reading shop was set way at the end of Diagon Ally in an old building that was falling apart. Draco walked up to the door, took out his wand, tapped on all five points and the middle of a star on the door, and walked through the door as it opened. The door shut slowly behind him.

He took a few minutes to look around and take in his surroundings. Down a narrow hallway, straight across from him, was a room, barely lit with beads hanging down as a door.

In the room he was standing in a couch set up against a wall to his right covered in a cloth with stars and moons on it. Around the room were stands with crystal balls, jars of animals, and skeleton heads, and other body parts. There was a rack of books that told how to read a persons mind, palm and future, plus a few ingredients and books for potions and spells.

Draco took off his toboggan and walked over to the counter in the corner of the room to the left. The lighting was very low, and a few candles glowed on the top of the counter. A young woman with fire engine red hair set at the counter writing on a piece of parchment. When Draco approached she looked up and smile warmly at him.

"Hello, welcome to Madam Veronica's house of your mind, future and palm reading, are you Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes ma'am. I have an appointment."

"Yes, yes go on back. Madam Veronica is waiting on you."

"Okay, thank-you." Draco walked down the hallway and through the beaded door.

"Ah, Mister Malfoy, so good to see you. Come, come, have a seat." Madam Veronica, a middle aged woman with dark black hair, and huge bulging black eyes jumped up to meet Draco as he entered the room. He shook her extended hand and took the seat she offered him right across from hers. In the middle of the table was a large crystal ball.

Draco didn't take the time to look around this room as he did in the lobby. He wanted to get right down to business.

"Mister Malfoy, what can I do for you today? Would you like me to take a look at your palm, tell you how and when you'll die, or would you like for me to try and contact a dead relative for you? That's something new I have just learned to do."

" No ma'am, I have something else I would like to discuss with you at this moment. As you know my father was killed during to war of good and evil. He left in his will to me the Malfoy fortune. Only he left certain rules I must follow before I can obtain the full amount of the fortune. One of these rules was that I must marry before my twenty-second birthday. That is, however, less than a year away, and I was wandering if maybe you could help me find out who my true love is, so I can meet her and marry her as soon as possible."

Madam Veronica looked at Draco for a long time. Searching his face and reading his mind for any ulterior motives. Finally she spoke. " Mister Malfoy, you do know that love cannot be rushed. It must form in it's own time. Love is a very delicate thing."

" I know this, that is why I must know now. I do not want to marry just any woman to gain money. I would like there to be some love involved."

"Okay Mister Malfoy. Please, place your hands into mine and stare into this crystal ball. I want you to concentrate hard on what it is you want answered."

Draco fixed his gaze onto the ball and thought hard on what it is he wanted. Madam Veronica began muttering things to herself and rolling her head around. Draco couldn't help smirking a bit at that.

She stopped almost suddenly and her eyes snapped open. She looked at Draco a couple of moments then began. "I have seen who it is you will spend the rest of your life with. You will sir, spend the rest of your life with this woman. Love will generate from you, that friends and people you have known for a long time will not recognize or even believe."

"Who?" Draco whispered.

"You will meet this woman soon, at a party possibly. A Christmas party."

"Zabini's Christmas party on Friday?"

"Yes, there you will meet this woman. You will know as soon as you see her who it is."

"But who is it? That's my question."

"Ah, that Mister Malfoy I cannot tell. You must find out on your own."

"Damnit!" Draco pounded his fist on the table. "Some help you were." Draco took out his wallet and threw some money down on the table and stormed out the door.

"Soon Mr. Malfoy, soon you will know."

Draco apparated outside the Malfoy manor gates still fuming from his appointment. Cursing under his breath he took out his wand and flung the gates open with a spell he said. He wasn't watching where he was walking tripped over something that was lying on the ground.

"What the…?" he mumbled then looked down. Taking out his wand again he whispered "lumenos" (eh, right?) and bent down to see what was there.

A slight gasp escaped from Draco's mouth. There lying in front of him was a young woman, no older than him, with dark brown hair that spread out around her in clumps, and long dark lashes. This woman seemed strangely familiar, but he couldn't place exactly where he knew her from. She looked like someone had beaten the crap out of her, and her breathing was shallow. She was weak, so weak…she appeared dead.