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Title: Storm Fandom: Harry Potter Character: Draco Malfoy Genre: AU Rating: PG STORM Introduction all started with a promise made by two young , one to the other, a few years ago. a promise exchanged for blood pact, their love would last even after death. Years later that promise is being fulfilled. CHAPTER ONE On the banks of the lake, beneath the great oak tree, there's a shadow on the horizon. It 's the figure of a person, wrapped in a cloak. His face is turned toward the sky, the features can not be escorted, because it covers a wide hood. His posture makes us understand who is watching what happens. The atmosphere is charged with electricity. something is about to happen. Nature is preparing to unleash his immense strength. In the sky rain clouds are gathering, chase each other, merge and form one dark mantle over the waters of the lake near the castle of Hogwarts. The wind began to shake the trees. The clouds begin to dance and form a vortex that turns ... turns louder and louder. The waters of the lake, under the pressure of the wind, begins to form ripples. These joining form of the waves crashing on the shore of the lake. Figure until then real estate, the steps towards the shore. A gust of wind knocks the cap that hid the young features: hair color of the wings of a crow, deep green eyes. In his study the sky seems to find something or someone. Nature is unleashed, resulting in a furious storm. This does not seem to worry the young. On his face slowly appears a faint smile that is accentuated with the raging storm dela. The young man, in the chaos if he saw a face. steel-colored eyes, hair the color of the moon, diaphanous skin he was there. Jack's body to his face. The wind seems to focus off the ground, a thick mist envelops the body so as to create the wall to the outside world. The shape sparì.Improvvisamente with the same speed with which the storm was created, this stopped. waters, the trees, the sky returned to a state of quiet, but no trace of the young. A whisper floats on the wings of a gentle breeze, we can distinguish some words and a name, "The Promise ... ... promise has not been forgotten ... ... ..... Draco Harry ..."," Yes "