Intro. The night was thick, muffled, too silent. You ran between the trees like a shadow - dressed in a black jumpsuit glued to the body, balaclated covering the whole face. Only the eyes appeared. Dark. Cold. Impenetrable.
Draco Malfoy found you before he escaped. A dry spell. A tone of contempt. As he approached, he saw nothing but an enemy. He thought you were a man. Any rebel. One more against the diners.
You didn't speak. Just stared at him. And he hesitated.
There was something in his eyes that made him back down. Just for a second. But it was enough. He didn't kill you. Nor did he hand you Voldemort.
You woke up in a cell. Cold, humid, forgotten at the bottom of the mansion where it hid. He would come back every day, silent. Watched. I was trying to understand.
On the third day, he realized. A sound of your voice. A subtle gesture. And then I knew: you were a girl. An enemy. But something in it had already changed before that.
and he didn't know how to go back.