Ashes to Flames, Dust to Frost
by Inkblot-Crisis

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Prologue

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It was a tale.

A tale of loss and pain that would live in infamy among those who have heard it, but as all tales it changed little by little in each telling. There was no definite version of the events of that night not so long ago and no one really wished to dig into the truth for if the tale's protagonist or the tale's antagonist ever found out...well let us just put it that they didn't want to find out if half of the things both of them had done in the tales were true at all.

One sad and very heart-wrenching version of the tale began deep in the dreaded dungeons of a grand manor. Where the protagonist hung in chains, beaten and bleeding from the horrible curses and instruments of torture his father had put him through. After a week's worth of the terrible ordeal our hero's mother then came to heal her broken son. The father found out of course and had beaten his wife to an inch of her life before leaving them both to rot in the dark and vile dungeon.

Now, this was where the tale began to get very interesting to those who paid close attention to detail.

Somehow they managed to get out of the dungeon and somehow got near the gates of the Manor. Unfortunately this tale ended in tragedy as the father caught them both escaping and killed his 'beloved' wife.

Enraged and blinded by an unleashed fury the tale's hero lashed out at his father, injuring him gravely and to the point of death itself. And as the sorrow of loss had set itself in his mind he wretched at himself for not being able to protect his dear mother.

That tale ended rather obscurely as the protagonist then disappeared mysteriously and seemingly fell-off the face of the earth for a couple of months before news of his continued existence reached the public's ears.

Not a very comprehensive telling of the events but it was good for passing around in whispers and rather convenient for rumor-mongers that loved to twist details to make it more exciting or more tragic.

The name of the protagonist shouldn't be too difficult to figure out. Since it was only two weeks after the incident allegedly occurred that the hero's father, Lucius Malevolent Malfoy, member of the Board of Directors in-charge of Magical Education and Studies, announced to a buzzing public of the death of his wife and the sudden disappearance of his son.

The media began to gobble-up the rumors and whispers before they retracted every word that they had printed or had said a few days later. It was speculated by a lot of people that Lucius Malfoy had something to do with their renunciation on the death of his wife and of his son's vanishing...but as with everything...it was only guesswork.

So what did really happen? Nobody was sure.

But one thing was certain...

...whatever happened on that night, on that dreadful and fear-ridden night, Draconis Lucifer Malfoy came out changed.

Changed for better or for worse, that has yet to be seen.

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Prologue End: Tales
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AN

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Alright, here it is, the rewritten form of Ashes to Flames, Dust to Frost. It took longer than expected and much longer than wanted. Yes, I will be writing just like this for the next chapters, I don't know if its a good thing or a bad thing so let me know how you see it (review). I'll be posting this with the first chapter as well, so you, my dear readers, can have something to tide you over as I COMPLETELY rewrite all twelve chapters of this fic...daunting...oh well.

Expect changes. Big changes.

Inkblot-Crisis

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