Chapter One
Not all of us are lucky enough to get closure, not all of us are privileged with a second chance.
Draco Malfoy may not have had a honest second chance, but he made the best out of it.
Today, 2 may 2000, marked two years that the Second Wizarding War ended and it had been 3 months
that Draco Malfoy started working as a potion professor at Hogwarts.
He not only felt he had to prove himself towards the whole wizarding community , but also to himself.
This was his way to make up for his past, his mistakes.
Malfoy put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward on his desk, his head in his hands. Having
everyone hating you was one thing but needing to work with Potter was the second.
After all, he and Potter never truly made up. Malfoy frowned while breathing out deeply, he wrote
Potter a letter, apologizing and explaining everything. But he never got a reply from any of the letters he
wrote.
Draco just sighed and shook his head as he stood up to start his potion class.
He became very good with Potions at a fairly young age. This could be because Snape favored Draco and
might have given him extra help in his class. So to Draco it was no surprise that he actually ended up
back at Hogwarts.
"Stuart, love, what's wrong?" Stuart moved his slender body to Draco before crashing into him, hugging
him close, "Here, let me clean your face." Draco said and wiped his tears away with his handkerchief
while checking his 6 year old brother for injuries.
"I don't want to stay alone in the room." The six year old had explained sobbing, clinching on to Draco
even tighter.
"I will bring you to elementary school when you are ready, promised."
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For the first time since Malfoy had known Potter, Draco saw Harry's green eyes widening and his mouth
dropped open when he saw Malfoy casually standing in the Potion Class.
"Malfoy, you are the last person I expected to be here." Harry's voice was still the same as Draco could
remember, hoarse yet soothing.
"Well that's not very nice of you, Potter, is that all you could think of with that big head of yours?" Draco
snapped, crossing his arms before breathing out deeply, "I apologize , that was uncalled for." He said,
stepping closer to Potter.
Change was painful, swallowing his pride and aiming for goals less higher , wasn't in a Slytherin his
nature.
But from the day that Draco had laid eyes on the 6 year old boy, he knew what he had to do. The last
thing he wanted was for little Stuart to ever feel the way he felt during his days at home and even at
Hogwarts. Draco knew that Stuart needed a good role model in his life, but why did that had to be
Draco?
Harry bit his lip, feeling how the anger slowly disappeared, "I suppose so," Harry said, thinking about
how Malfoy had written in his letters about how he will show Harry that he changed in his letters.
Maybe this was going to be the start of something great, he simply nodded at the pale, skinny man with
cold grey eyes before leaving.
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