Prologue

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    The wind howled through the windows, allowing the frosty manor to become as cold s ice. A certain Malfoy could no longer stand the unwelcome feeling of the dark manor.The door slammed with a bang as the ice crunched beneath the young Malfoys boots. It was to be his first year at Hogwarts, yet all he could think about was a certain green eyed scarheard. Yes, the Harry Potter would be going to his school in the same year. Although most wizards worshipped his ground for Voldemort's defeat as he was a baby,  Draco couldn't care less. This boy was his heart and dream but he knew that Malfoys didn't love they were cold,conniving, and vicious. So as the ice crunched beneath boots, Draco withered into the muggle world. Sitting alone on a bench was a sizable boy, green eyes just as Potter's yet this boy was wearing scraggly clothing along with broken shoes.

      Draco carefully walked over to the broken boy and sat by his side, glamour in full place. The boy fearfully reared his head towards Draco, calculating his every move.

   "Are you going to beat me up too?" The boy cried a crack in his words.

"No, why would I?"

"Cuz imma freak, my uncle says so anyways. And my cousin, he says I ought to be beaten up more for my disgraceful existance." The boy mumbled tearfully.

"I know how you feel, my parents beat me up for non perfection. They say I should act as if I'm normal even though I'm not."

The green eyed boy slowly lifts his hung head to show trails of tears running down his beaten bloody face.
He slowly emerges a beautiful smile looking at me with a sympathy simply reserved for me.

"I'm not who you think I am, I'm afraid of being me so I will not show my real face" The teary eyed beauty stated.

" Nor will I yet it seems we both someone to understand us for us and not our identity. What say we be friends?"

The boy smiled a little more gracefully and nodded his head. And that was how it all began, a true friendship between two outsiders wanting to fit in. And to this day we remain anonymous to one another.

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