Rabastan had never been good with directions. More than once he had been lost in his own home, so it came to no surprise when the younger LeStrange brother got lost in the corridors of Malfoy's Orphanage.
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(Malfoy's orphanage)
Today had been a special day for said orphanage. Today, on 6th March 1987, 2 children of unique mindset and special magical abilities would be chosen. These children will be adopted by a pureblood family chosen by the Dark Lord himself .
...And Rabastan wouldn't be there to see it.
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(Orphanage inside)
It wasn't the first event that Rabastan had missed because of his problem and it won't be the last, he knew. Rabastan wondered round the corridors of the orphanage aimlessly, pretty sure he was walking in circles (He was, but let's not demotivate him).
"You are lost," Rabastan jumped as he heard the voice (In an un-pureblood like manner, but again let's not demotivate the poor man) come out of nowhere. He turned anti-clockwise towards the sounds origin (and yes nowhere does have an origin) and came face to face with a boy who could't be older than 7, curled in front of the window, reading.
"Am not!"
Well no one can blame Rabastan for his outburst, can they?
The boy closed his book, twisted his body and got off his place in front of the window.
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(This is what his sitting position was like)
"Pity, more people should get lost these days. It always helps them discover a new path." the boy's eyes gazed up at the man and they were gorgeous . Looking at them felt like getting hit by a hundred Avada Kedavras, normal people might not understand their beauty, but Rabastan wasn't a normal person. No, he was a wizard and that, ladies and gentlemen, made all the difference.
"Why are you here?" Rabastan surprised himself by asking the question. The green eyes blinked and dazzling smile graced the child's lips.
"I am searching," Dark unruly hair covered the boy's green (gorgeous) eyes and wasn't that a tragedy.
"Searching for what?" the boy started walking and Rabastan, having no other choice, followed him.
"I don't know, I won't know until I find it." For a 7 year old the boy was pretty good at talking in riddles.
"So you are lost." Rabastan concluded.
"No, I'm afraid I'm not to the point of being lost yet." the boy took a left turn and continued walking.
Ugh, did the boy not know how to hold a proper conversation. Like a proper one where Rabastan could ask the boy the direction to the dining room and flee where the Dark Lord could protect him. "Shouldn't you be in the, you know, 'the choosing ceremony'."
The boy gave Rabastan a look. The look clearly spoke the words 'are you an idiot' and believe me you do not want to get a look like that from a 7 year old boy. "If I should have been then I would have been, it seems I wasn't supposed to be their so I'm not."
Riddles, ugh... (If only the man had known the Dark Lord's true surname, If only)
"So, what's your name kid?"
After a short pause ",Harry."
"Just Harry?"
"We are in an orphanage I don't think that surnames really matter here."
"Oh." Yes, it was quite the oh situation. "Rabastan"
"Huh?" Harry stopped walking and looked at the man
"Rabastan LeStrange," Rabastan stuck out his hand for Harry to shake and the boy slowly shook it.
They continued walking until they reached a door on which Harry knocked thrice and then it opened to light.
Years later this meeting will become the reason for Rabastan's imprisonment in Azkaban, years later it will become the reason for the Dark Lord's strange fascination towards Harry, but that will be years later.
