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“It could be a scar - stretched tight. Draco, come here, look properly!” Lucius reached back and caught his wrist; he was so close to Potter that even in the darkness, he was able to see the other’s familiar green eyes, “What do you think?”
Draco rocked back onto his heels, “I don’t know,”
His attempt to back away was halted by his father’s hand on his shoulder, “Look again, Draco,” Lucius hissed in his ear, “Look again,”
Fear spiked in Draco’s gut. He looked into green eyes, and this time he saw resignation. Potter knew that his courage had failed even before Draco did.
Draco took a shuddering breath, and whispered, “It’s him.”—
Draco awoke on the fifth on April at the beginning of the Easter holidays of his final year at Hogwarts not knowing that today would be important. Not knowing that today, Harry Potter, undesirable number one himself, would be dragged to the Manor’s front doorstep, and bring with him the pain of Draco’s greatest mistake.
Draco awoke on the firth of April. Draco awoke on the fifth of April again. And again. And again. -
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You could understand their confusion. You were just as lost as they were.
You could understand their actions. You would act out just as they did, were the roles reversed.
You could understand their anger.
...But you couldn't understand their hatred.
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The Red Soul has enough and runs away after being beaten with a hockey stick one too many times.
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I turn around, and slam my forehead into the deck as I fall to my knees. “Please, god, I know the last time we talked I told you to suck an egg but what the actual fuck. What did I do? Is this because of the gay thing? I’ll stop I swear I’ll knock it off just please—”
“What are you talking about? Why were you swimming all the way out here? What’s with your weird clothes?” The Boy, whom I refuse to name on principle, starts rapid fire shooting out questions while wiggling his way across the tiny boat to me.
“This is actually happening. Oh my god this is real, what the shit…” I turn around from my position on the floor to see The Boy crouched inches from my face. I give an undignified yelp and scramble as far back as I can without tipping over the edge.
He gives me that bright grin and announces “I’m Monkey D. Luffy! I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” Then he cocks his head to the side. “Who’re you?”
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Longing for adventure is childish. The world is a dangerous place and the only thing you should need is a haven. Forget about anything else.
Or so they say.
When your dream seems unreachable and you all but surrender yourself to a questionable fate, it only takes one willing hand reaching out to turn your world upside down. Only one question remains.
Are you willing to take it?
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Let's join a journey of self discovery and friendship. And some rude awakenings.
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“Okay…Fiddleford,” he clears his throat. “Mind explaining why you’re knocking on my door at—” he pauses to glance at the clock behind him, “eleven at night.”
“I don’t…I don’t know.”A stranger shows up on Stan's doorstep in the middle of the night. A smart man would slam the door in his face. Stanley, however, has never claimed to be one.