Chapter One
"Can I borrow twenty quid?"
"Fuck you Rodney ya' still owe me ten from…"
The London street was busy and colored different shades of grey with pops of color that would wiggle or warble past and then be gone much too soon in Luna's opinion. Luna, a little girl of six, was sitting on a bench next to an old man waiting for the bus. She looked to the newspaper in the man's hand and was disappointed to find the pictures weren't moving; that was Luna's favorite part.
"Shlush," the shave ice stained her lips red and spilled over on her pale chin and splattered over her hands. She was such a tiny thing. Skinny and bright. She was a star from far away.
"Luna!" the voice of a mother yelled out. The little girl abruptly threw the cold confectionary on the ground and jumped off the bench in one flowed motion. She was a fairy as she ran down the streets of London. Her bright yellow dress with dark falcons printed on the layers, fluttered around her; she was a tulip. Or was she?
"There you are. You're all red and yellow. You're a canary!" said the mother as she swung Luna into a hug.
Luna wasn't a star, or a fairy, or a flower, she wasn't even a bird. Luna was a witch.
"Her name was Miguel, she called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy," Draco's mother liked to put on records when his father was away.
His father thought it was muggle, so Draco would sneer and call it muggle, and his father would look so proud. The truth was though, he loved them. That was magic; a piece of time, that Draco could hold forever and bring back to life whenever he wanted. Well, whenever his father was gone. The sound of Narcissa's heels clapped along to the song as she chased her son down the halls. The walls were old and sleepy. They were waiting to fall apart and chip at the fringe; though that damn laughter kept them up all their lives. He giggled a child's giggle, because he was six and everything was okay.
"I've got you, you weasel you!" as she twirled and twirled them to the sound of the music Draco had never been happier. No magic, just simply happy, muggle (sneer), fun.
But Draco wasn't a weasel, and things wouldn't be simple and muggle, because Draco was a wizard.