Does anyone know what happened that fateful evening? Only two people were there, but neither is around to tell the story. Passed on through the generations, the story of two enemies, both bound for greatness, both destined to walk the same path. Can they overcome the societal pressure to hate each other and save the world? What will happen on the way?

This story begins as any other story does; on a stormy night, but this night is September 1st. The first day of term for those students who go to Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry. A young lady with fire for hair, and a young man with a heart frozen by his home. The two ran into each other, both having just come from fighting with their families, neither knowing this would be the beginning of the end for them.

"Watch where you're going Weasel!" shouted a blonde, pale faced young man.

The "Weasel" simply looked up at him, tears streaming down her face and uttered a meager sorry to the handsome boy. She then turned and jumped onto the train, running to the last compartment and locking the door with a simple alohomaora.

Draco's pov:

Who was that? She seemed familiar, and she was crying. But why would a beautiful girl like her be crying? I need to know. She got on the train and headed to the back, so I'll start there.

Draco headed to the back of the train passing by the slytherin compartment, no linger feeling welcomed there since he broke off the engagement with his now ex-girlfriend. She was the entire reason that he was arguing with his parents to begin with, which made him despise her even more so. He passed other carriages as the train began to move, including the dream team's carriage. They all looked happy enough. In a way that I don't think I will ever be.

Boy was he wrong. If only he knew that his happiness lay just ahead of him. Not far from his own grasp.

Draco finally reached the end of the train and halted in front of the door to the car. He knocked gently twice and entered without permission from the passenger, not really caring either.

Ginny's pov:

Why can't they just leave me alone? They just don't understand that I do not want to be around them. I more miserable in my own home than anywhere else. How can that be, when just last year I loved it there. I have changed so much since last year. I feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I can't believe I actually cried back there. Everyone probably thinks that I'm just a big baby now and that I can't take anything, but all I do now days is argue, with anyone and everyone.

Who is at the door, I wonder?

Normal pov:

Draco slowly slid the door of the compartment open to reveal a young red head with puffy eyes from where she had been crying. He shifted his gaze from this beautiful young girl and sat in the seat opposite of her.

"Why are you in here Malfoy?"

"The same reason you are." He elaborated no farther leaving a very perplexed Ginny.

"And why is it that I am in here?"

"Well, you should know, you are the one in here," he said with a cool voice, a slight smirk appearing at the edges of his mouth.

"Well let's say that I don't and you tell me why I am in here."

"You're hiding."

Two simple words, although she knew they were the two truest words she had heard all summer. Though she wondered how he knew that.

"How did you know?"

"I saw you on the platform while your family was yelling at you. No one should ever have to go through that. I should know." What! Did I just admit that? Stupid, Stupid.

Ginny got up and moved to sit next to Draco.

"Thank you." He was genuinely at a loss for words, though that had never happened to him before. How could she have such an effect on him? How could she affect him in this way?

While Draco sat sorting through his own emotions, the fiery red head sitting beside him had the same thoughts reeling through her head. Neither knowing this was the beginning of the rest of their lives, and possibly the end of the beginning too. The two sat that way until the train came to a hault when Draco silently got up and left the compartment, Ginny followed him after a minute or so, ready to face the world.