Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
           
In the perspective of Draco 
                          
        The rain splattered down onto the window, creating a soft tapping noise as it hit the surface. Outside, the sky was gray and covered with clouds. Lighting stuck the ground and people covered their heads with their cloaks as they rushed to find shelter. Behind the rain covered window sat a boy, a young boy about 16. His hair was platinum blonde and he rested his head on his hands which were cupped underneath his chin. His face reflected a sad look and his eyes swam with tears. A soft tap on the door caused him to shake his head and wipe away the newly forming water in his eyes. He sat up and watched as his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, walked into the room. She was dressed head to toe in black and her face, much like his own, also wore a very solemn expression. 
"It's time" she said, reaching her hand out. He stood up and took it in his own. Together they walked into the hall and down the stairs, where the rest of the crowd had gathered, all in black, facing the front of the room in which her casket lay.