•Lucy Evans, radiant of confidence, fiery hair, fiery temper. Good heart, soft but strong, unapologetic and honest. A free spirit, uncontrollable, unpredictable and unconfined. The type of woman you go to war beside, not against• •Sawyer Thorton, loyal and kind. Supportive and empathetic. Easy going but stern. The best souls are the ones that went through hell and still remained pure. Grow from experiences that were meant to break you• >Lucy Evans, adopted by Aberforth Dumbledore when she was a baby, grew up in the Hogsheads in Hogsmeade. Small town, familiar faces, the best childhood a girl could have. She grew up to be brave, to be strong and to stand up for her beliefs< ~Hogwarts won't know what hit it~

Harry Potter has his mothers red hair and his father's hazel eyes. He constantly gets told how much he looks like his mother. His eyes have little flecks of green that remind him of something from when he was a baby - and he can never quite pinpoint what. When he gets his letter to Hogwarts he finally finds out. He meets a boy called Draco Malfoy, and despite a misunderstanding (and something about a weasel?) They become fast friends. A few years later they decide that just isn't enough. Harry can't stop thinking about Draco's stormy eyes and Draco simply adores Harry's freckles. (Just a PSA for the hardcore fans, this won't follow much of the original story and will most probably be filled with non-canon things that will be canon for this fic. If you find any mistakes that seem way too out of reach, please tell me and I'll alter it.)

"Potter. Are you awake." "Yes Malfoy what the bloody hell is so important to wake me up at 2 in the morning for?!" "Whats your favorite color." "Green." Harry said rolling over so his back was facing the blond. "Oh" "Go to bed Malfoy." •Updates every few days, the writing gets better after the first few chapters, I promise•