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Prologue
Draco couldn’t breathe. Well…he could it was just a bit difficult to do so. Here he was, at the tender age of eleven, and it had happened. The door to the robe shop had opened and in walked a boy, most likely his own age, with hair blacker than the darkest night and eyes greener than any gem he had ever seen. It was him. At age eleven he had found him, the person he was meant to be with for the rest of his life. He had heard about soul mates from his parents but he had never really thought it would feel like this.
Though it was uncommon to recognize a soul mate before the age of sixteen it wasn’t unheard of. “Um…is anyone here? I need school robes.” Draco’s eyebrows furrowed. He was standing just a little ways off from the boy, he should be able to see him. “Madame is getting more fabric for my robes, she’ll be out soon.” The boys head swung in Draco’s direction and Draco gasped. His eyes were even more stunning when they were directed at him.
But…there was something off about them too…they looked…hazy. “Hello…” the boy said timidly, not really making eye contact. “Hello.” Draco replied. At the sound of his voice the boy moved closer in his direction. “Please, keep talking.” he said with a hint of desperation in his voice. “Um…how come?” He moved closer still. “Because I can’t see and I don’t want to run into anything.” Draco gasped and his heart fell. No wonder he wasn’t acting like he had finally met the love of his life, although, from what Draco was told of early recognition, they would be friends until they were old enough to understand what sexual functions were and how to do it properly.
“Here, hold out your hand and I’ll guide you.” Draco said as he got off his stool and closed the distance between them. The boy smiled timidly and offered a shy thank you as he did as was asked and was situated on a stool. “There, don’t move though, or you might fall.” The boy looked in Draco’s general direction and smiled brightly. “Thank you. I’m Harry, Harry Potter, you?” Truth be told, Draco wasn’t sure how much he cared that this was The Boy Who Lived. He was much more fascinated at the hand he had stuck out to shake. Draco smiled and took it, shaking it with all the enthusiasm he had wrapped up in him and replied “Draco, Draco Malfoy.”