Chapter 1: Prologue: No Hogwarts for You!

Fate

Prologue

Naked bodies were twisting on the bed, fighting for the position of being on top. Of the two lovers, the blond one was the one who ended up on his back. He found he didn't mind as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, having no other thought but "keep going".

When holding as tight as he could to the sheets wasn't enough, he let go and focused on the ruffled up, black hair instead. The unexpected softness made him explore, letting go and grabbing again and again. He accidentally tugged too hard when nipples-gently-scrapped-by-teeth was too much and moaned when he felt a chuckle vibrate on his chest.

Then… it stopped.

Gray eyes opened to find out why but found green eyes already locked onto his.

Draco woke up.

Draco Malfoy had been born with a Seer's sight. Though his powers had manifested early on, his parents had only become aware of his gift after he turned the age of four.

Lucius and Narcissa had beamed with pride that the heir of the Malfoy fortune possessed such a highly sought after and rare gift, one that would bestow even more prestige to the family name.

Draco's visions manifested while he slept and through his dreams.

For the past six years, a house elf held the duty of viewing Draco's dreams from the night before. There was a checklist created by Lucius that the elf had to look through before he deemed it important enough to escalate to the masters of the manor.

While naive 1o year old Draco was having breakfast with his parents, a house elf was clutching her ears in panic, having viewed the pornographic dream.

Lola stumbled over her long tattered dress as she approached the grand crystal doors of the dining room. Looking through the door, Lola saw Master Lucius thumbing through the paper, while an elegant and poised Mistress Narcissa ate.

Lola knew her duty but showed tact by crouching in the fetal position in a corner next to one of the doors. She was to wait until breakfast was over.

Bosie the House Elf, though he meant well, saw her lying on the floor and began to weep, thinking her dead. It was a common occurrence in the Malfoy Manor for a House Elf to touch a cursed object. Boise was the type of House Elf that was quick to jump to conclusions.

When breakfast was over, the Malfoys were met with a scene as House Elves were staring at Lola in wonder but silence. Bosie was already put in a deep sleep from the Head Elf Corny.

Narcissa turned her head sideways, "Lola? What's the meaning of this?" All house elves turned at the presence of the Masters and bowed, all ears touched the floor.

Lola head popped up from her knees, "Mistress!" She weeped. The other house elves, with their heads still low, gave each other a side look and popped away.

"I do as you said, Mistress. Masters!" She bowed. "I have seen things that cannot be unseen! I have waited for you and said no word to no one else. I is sorry for making you feel unpleasant!"

Narcissa, who was still beside a curious Draco and concerned Lucius, gave her husband a look.

"Lola, take Draco to his room. Keep him entertained."

Husband and wife side-alonged to the pensive room. The pensive was only big enough for one person to view, thus Lucius went first.

The beginning of Draco's dream started with a young Draco, sitting in a corner of a stone dungeon, staring at a wooden door. Beneath the door, Lucius saw red and orange, as if there was fire was burning inside the closed room. Lucius turned to look at mesmerized Draco, who was walking towards the door, right hand out, ready to open it. Which he did.

And what Lucius saw afterwards was a mix of patroni and birds, people he did not know, and a blond man, perhaps in his twenties, at Diagon Alley, seeing a man through a window shop. The man had black hair.

Then the dream turned into a path Lucius did not picture it going to. He was seeing his son committing vile acts with the same man he had seen in the Qudditch Supply Shop. This time, however, he saw two very important physical traits that revealed the identify of said perverse wizard.

Paled, Lucius wanted to see no more and stepped away. Narcissa gave him a look as she took her turn.

Her son… with a man?

"Lucius?" She asked tentatively, still keeping her distance, but worried about the fact that he hadn't blown up the pensive yet. He was showing his anger, his face had changed from the initial sickly complexion to one that was red with rage.

"Notice something peculiar?" He spit out. His right hand's knuckles were white from grasping his cane too hard. The other hand was helping him keep steady as he held onto the stone wall behind him.

"It's a man…"

"YES IT'S A MAN, NARCISSA! I was talking about the scar! That bloody scar!"

"You mean…"

"This is a good thing… a good thing… we just have to make sure they never cross paths." Lucius was now rambling off to himself. Rage gone, hysteria took over. Narcissa kept her distance.

"He's going to Durmstrang."