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It Began


Some choices that are made change our world forever.

This is something I say from experience. I've seen those choices and their effects or should I say consequences. Those consequences are what brought me to this.

Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm here to tell a story, my story, a story that you probably won't believe, but that's ok because at least you will know. I am hoping you will pass my story on, and everyone will know how love did in fact save the world.

Sit down and get comfortable, because this is going to take awhile.

I am Draco Malfoy, and my story starts in what seems to be like a distant memory now. I was seventeen and was going into my seventh year at Durmstrang, yes Durmstrang. Don't question me this is my story. Anyway, Father had sent me there even after my mother protested adamantly. When he enrolled me, he told her that Durmstrang was better than "that muggle-loving-old-fool's sanctuary for mudbloods" although Hogwarts didn't stay that way. It had been quite some time since the Dark Lord had come to power. I believe it was my first year at Durmstrang that he obtained the Philosopher's Stone from Hogwarts, and killed Dumbledore. The schools were kept open, under the Dark Lord's control, of course. I was like a king at school, being the son of the Dark Lord's right hand man had its perks. The girls fawned over me, not that I cared much of them. Many families tried to arrange a marriage between me and their child, many boys and girls tried to engage in a long term relationship with me, and some men even tried to buy me from my father for pleasure. All of which were turned down. I was uninterested in other people; I just didn't care, until the night that would change my life forever.

I was trying to relax, and I was going to curse the next sorry son-of-a-bitch who sent me an owl, fire called me, or Apparated over "just to chat." It was my summer, damn it! If I wanted to just lie out on a grassy hill and gaze at the star then, by Merlin, I was going to do it! I came home for the summer every year. England was like a tropical paradise compared to the Durmstrang scenery. I could stay out late and only have to put on my cloak at night. It was nice to not have to bundle up in my warmest clothes, just to walk to my classes. While I was in England I spent as much time as possible outside. I had just taken a liking to midnight stargazing out in a meadow that wasn't owned by my family. I was getting up to head inside when I noticed an almost completely hidden door that looked as if it would open into the dirt. It was so well hidden that I had been very near to lying on top of it. Some people call it snooping and some call it being curious, but whatever it was, I found myself opening that door. The room was filthy and smelt strongly of who knows what, but I paid no attention to the filth nor the smell. I couldn't pay attention to anything but those scared emerald eyes. Those eyes said so much. They told me of pain, neglect, fear, loss, and the worse kind of sorrow. In the moments that I stood there looking into those eyes, I felt compassion for another human being, something I had never felt before. His eyes darted around looking for an exit, or maybe some form of defense. When he looked about ready to burst from fear and adrenaline, I tried to calm him down.

"It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you." I tried to use the angelic look that I would use on my mother when I was younger. It was hard, since I hadn't used it years, and he didn't seem all to convinced.

"What do you want?" His voice was cracked and barely above a whisper as if he hadn't used it in years.

"Do you live here?" I couldn't believe that someone so incredibly beautiful could be found, literally, in a hole in the ground.

"You didn't answer my question." He was stubborn, I could tell. I knew he was trouble, but I didn't care. I gave him the patented Malfoy smirk.

"Well…first I wanted to find out what was behind that door, and now I want to know if you live here." He looked me over, probably wondering if he could trust me. Which, of course, he couldn't… well… he shouldn't. He decided to answer my questions shortly, so as to not give away too much information.

"For now." I didn't know why I was still there. I should have run home and got my father and some of his Death Eater friends to check out the door, but I had been foolish. Now I do not regret my choice, not in the least. There was something about the boy that stood before me. He was not dressed properly; in fact he was more in rags than anything else. He wasn't clean, but it seems understandable since he was living in a hole. Most people would disregard him in a second, but I knew there was something about him… something special.

"Are you hungry?" I had no idea why I was being nice to him. I just knew that I couldn't see someone like him disappear.

"You have food with you?" He looked hopeful. I couldn't blame him. He probably hadn't had a good meal in years. The problem was he was probably a fugitive from the war, and I was about to break the law.

"Actually…I was thinking that I could sneak you into the Manor, for a nice, warm, fresh cooked meal." He looked hesitant, but I just had to convince him. "Look, let me be frank, if I was going to turn you in to the Death Eaters, wouldn't I have got them before exploring a mysterious door? I'm offering you a warm meal, take it or leave it."

His hunger had obviously won because he nodded and followed me out of the hole. I took him through a passage I had found as a young boy, so I could sneak in and out without detection. I took him to my room and ordered Dobby to bring him something to eat, while I ordered him to bathe. He looked as if he hadn't bathed in years, which was probably the reasoning behind his lack of resistance. I gave him a set of my own clothes to wear. When he was all done he came out in my slacks and polo shirt, looking extremely delectable. I had never been really interested in anyone in the way I was interested in him. He drew me to him, and I was happy to come. He looked better than I could ever imagine. The green of the shirt setoff his eye, I could now tell that he did in fact have a tan, and his hair was no longer held down by grease, but was a charming unruly mess. He nervously flattened his hair and shuffled his feet.

"There," I said with a charming smile. "You look so much better now."

He smiled shyly back at me. "Thanks." He mumbled. "I do feel a lot better now."

Dobby then came back with Shepherd's Pie and pumpkin juice, and because he was my most faithful elf he promised to keep watch for me. After the green eyed boy had finished eating, I decided to ask him more questions.

"What's your name?" He fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, and flattened his hair.

"I can't tell you." He said as he continued to fidget, and looking around shiftily.

"My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy. Ha! Now it is common courtesy for you to tell me yours." I said smugly. The thought that he would ignore manners hadn't even crossed my mind.

"If I tell you, you'll have me killed." He said as he looked at the shoes I had given him.

"I have broken the first Death Eater law, tonight, more times than I can count. It would be nice to know the name of the person I am breaking the law for. You can't just be the boy with beautiful green eyes, now can you?" I pleaded with him with my eyes. He didn't know how big of a deal this was for me. He is the only person I have ever done anything for, besides myself. He looked back at me with those eyes that were my downfall.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He looked down at his shoes again. All I could do was gape. This was the boy the Dark Lord was after, the boy that was at the top of the Dark Lord's most wanted list. If he were ever found, I would be in so much trouble. I knew all of this, but the only thing I could think about was how much pain he must have been through. His family, friends, schoolmates, and teachers had all been hunted down and murdered, and he had watched it happen. I went to him and wrapped him in my arms, to which he struggled against for a second before giving up.

"I promise," I whispered into his ear. "That I will keep you safe, and help you win."

He looked up at me with his big green eye with wonder.

"Why?" He said with an innocent confusion. Although he seemed wary of my motives, he leaned into me hug and tentatively wrapped his own around me.

"I'm not sure." I said as I pulled him tighter. "All I know is that you will win, and I'm going to help you."

He opened his mouth to respond, but Dobby popped into my room.

"Master Draco!" He said with a wild panicked look about him. "Hurry, your father is--"

I jumped away from Harry, and was about to tell him where to hide, when my door burst open and five Death Eaters came in.

"Good work Draco." My father's silky voice came from the leader.

Harry turned to me with wide startled eyes. "No." He whispered. "No, you can't! You promised!"

The Death Eaters took a hold of him, but his eyes never left mine. The green orbs were accusing me of a betrayal I hadn't committed. The Death Eaters dragged him toward the door of my room. I was stuck to the spot, stuck holding his accusing gaze. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at me. The Death Eaters around us were talking, but I could only hear my own heart and his cries of: "No."

"NO!" He screamed as he was nearly at the door, for the first time since his capture he struggled. "YOU PROMISED!!!! YOU PROMISED, AND I BELIEVED YOU!!!"

Tears were running down my face, but didn't care. I watched them pull him away, and was left alone in my room with only Dobby to see me grieve. I fell to my knees and stared at the door they had taken him through.

"Master?" Dobby said as he placed a hesitant hand onto my shoulder.

"I failed." I said softly. "I failed him. I let them take him away, and I did nothing. I failed."

"But Master," Dobby said softly. "Dobby is knowing a way he can help sir."

I looked up at my elf with some hope in what he said. I gripped the small pillowcase he was dressed in, and pleaded with him. "How, Dobby? What can we do?"

He looked hesitant, but answered me anyway. "It is old magic, Master Draco. Magic that is unheard of by most, but us house elves, we is knowing. Master Draco can be changing what has happened by changing the past sir. Master and Dobby is to use their magic together to be going back and changing a single moment. It is hard, but Dobby will try, Master."

"Please Dobby!" I begged. "We have to!" He nodded to me and took my hand.

"What is it we are to be changing Master?" Dobby said softly.

"School, I want to go to Hogwarts." I said confidently. "And this time, I'll keep my promise."


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