A/N: Well, here it is my first ever fanfiction, not including the horrible poem fanfiction I did earlier. But that doesn't count, so technically this is my first. This is just the prologue so don't get discouraged I'm pretty sure the next chapters will be longer and better. Also, I'm pretty sure you're going to get confused on who's talking so let me just tell you to be patient and wait for the next chapter and it should be obvious who the first two people are. : D I got the title "Magic" a recent Korean (yes, Korean) drama and the characters reminded me of Draco and Ginny that I just had to use it. Not much of it's based on the drama though, the name, how the character's act, the coin draco has, and something else that will come up in the future are probably the only things that are based on it. Anyway I better let you get on with the story before I go on an endless of an author's notes. : D
Disclaimer: Obviously since I'm doing a disclaimer this means I don't own everything.
A/N 2: Before I go I would like to thank my beta, UniquelyDefined, for doing her job, betaing (I'm pretty sure that's not a real word), and listening to my on-going nonsense about my ideas for this fanfiction. whispers Even though she wasn't listeing to a word I was saying. : D
Magic
I was sitting out in the open with my head high with the breeze blowing through my hair as if it were twirling it around into braids. It was Saturday morning and I was sure nobody in the castle was up besides me. I was sitting on a cliff with the clear blue water under me and the mysterious blue mist of the vast sky above. It was still chilly outside because it was still in mid-October although I thought it was one of the best times of the year. It was the time of the year when the water was calm, the skies were pale, and the trees were filled with color and emotions, and most of all Halloween. I know it's childish to be looking forward to an event as silly as this, but it was Hogwarts. I was about to ponder on the thought of love when an owl flew by me making me lose my balance and making me almost fall down. I looked up at the sky just about to yell at the bloody bird until I saw at least a hundred owls flying up above me. It was like a pattern mesmerizing me, hypnotizing me into the October sky. When I finally came to my senses I wondered why there were so many owls. Of course, but have I been out that long? It doesn't matter I need to go inside for breakfast anyway. I was on my way down the path, but turned back to look at the scenery and the owls zooming about in the sky. Now that was true magic.
I was sitting on the edge of the lake hidden from view, just how I like it. I was pretty sure though that nobody else was up besides me. I love to sit all alone in a beautiful scenery just thinking without anybody to expect me to be something I'm not. It was like I was free and everything was peaceful. I took off my shoes and threw my cloak on a rock next to me. I shuddered as I put my bare feet into the freezing water, but it felt relaxing. I took out my coin and twirled it around in my fingers observing the outline of a star on it. My mother gave it to me when I was young and I didn't know what was so special about it. I didn't care though it was a treasure to me. I closed my eyes and felt the coldness rush over me. I always liked being in the cold, it made me feel relieved and it was just like the personality everybody thought I was like. Maybe I was, but I wasn't arrogant and rude like how they say. I flipped my coin around trying to figure out what was different about this until I saw a something moving. I saw red flames dancing around with the owls. Owls? Great, just when I was about to relax it's already breakfast. If my fellow Slytherins found out that I was here, actually, if the whole school knew that I was here then my reputation would be ruined. I never really liked my reputation. I still don't want anybody to find out. I got my cloak and my shoes and was walking barefooted up the path until I saw the flames again. I looked back and they were gone, but it was like magic to me, whatever that was.
"This is going to be interesting. They would make a prefect pair for my, once again, ingenious idea. Simply magic."