Breaking Reality (Draco x Harry)

And The Break Has Been Made

Authors Note: By the way, I have a tumblr! yep!  Ok, sorry for wasting your time, here's chapter two:

And the break has been made...

The sound was crisp and real. Almost too much so. The words echoed through his head. Never ending, like the buzz in his ears and the thumping in his chest.

"My name is Draco Malfoy"

For a moment, his muscles seized up, watching the seconds click by. He had to come to it, as he stared at the contraption, he wasn't doing anything useful with, by the looks of it, the last week of his life. Part of him wanted to scream, part of him wanted to break down. But there was a much more.. positive action. Acting like he'd never seen nor saw any of this before. After all, he was "the boy who lived" and definitely not "the boy who collapsed when he met Draco Malfoy for the first time". The boy in front of him smelt strongly of mint as he spoke yet the rest of him of reeked of expense cologne. Not the sort you'd usually give to a child. Harry looked up through his eyebrows, one of which was raised. Sparking silver met emerald green before diverting his vision from his eyes to his out stretched hand back to his eyes. A signal of clear scepticism. The boy didn't flinch. Nor did he acted phased by this in anyway. Raising his head slightly, the boy had a slight grin about his own face as Harry hung back reluctantly, one eyebrow still quizzical as the boy did not falter. As if he had been practicing this moment for years, his smile not to broad, yet potentially welcoming. Now he was at his full extension, it was clear there was less than half a centimetres height difference between them both.

The hall was dimly lit with only candles for lighting, creating many luminous shadows that plastered themselves to walls firmly. The dust was practically invisible, but Harry knew exactly where it collected most in every known inch of this castle, so would everyone here in a matter of years as the cold breeze flew through the hall and down the stairs.

"I'm Harry Potter.." He went to shake his hand gingerly, remembering that Ron would be stood behind him. What was he doing? He was potentially mucking up the whole time space continuum thingy. For what? His own selfish gain. His hand was warm and firm, clearly a leader. Harry was not going to be follower. He was not another Goyle or Crabbe.

"I can make choices myself." A nerve twitched above his left eye, the piercing steel grey pigment being half revealed and half covered in a rather strange wincing way. The movement became quite prominent in the dim candle lit alcove. but he remained smiling, as long as Harry returned his wide grin in an almost Cheshire cat way.

A tall woman who stood by the stairs peered down at all of the students, taking them under her watchful gaze one by one. Each stumbling up to where she stood in front of a pair of great and all inducing example of doors. The corners of her mouth curved as the looked at them all in a sceptical way. Within seconds each and every last one of them had quelled to silence in the power-wielding presence and mysterious smile etching it's way across her pale and wrinkled way. But only ever so slightly compared to when Harry had last remembered meeting with the dear woman who he loved like Hogwarts itself. If anything, she was the living embodiment of all that the vast 'scapes and crumbling towers represented. Her eyes glistening green below the rim of an emerald hat. It was how much she would physically age over the next seven years. The stress levels rising more than anyone could imagine.

She took a step forward, before magnificent performance that each and every student within would grow to love. The way it took breathe away in seconds, "Welcome to Hogwarts." No one ever dared to speak over her, she was so bold and daring in a way no one could compare, "Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses." Harry had forgotten what it felt like. What it felt like to be so innocent and unknowing. Forgetting all that he knew about the castle in a few seconds, he even noticed Malfoy pay attention in a way he had never seen before. His smug expression that he knew more about the castle gone. As clueless and mesmerized as the rest. "They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family." Family. Something Harry had never experienced before that day, a day he almost took for granted. A day he was given the beautiful chance to relive once more. But who would be his family? Would time repeat itself or would changes be made? "Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup."