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The Art of Learning and forgetting [1.2]

Title: The Art of Learning and forget
Author: ladyvoldie
Beta: SIREM challenging
: mirita23 ( Challenge ) (Read challenge only if it is very curious, please. I do not want unwanted spoilers)
Disclaimers: All characters and the world of Harry Potter belong to Rowling. The idea of Miri, and narration, mine. XD
Rating: PG-15 for now
Warnings: Alternate Universe Summary
: Art, they say, goes back and forth while the clock is ticking, as human society elapses along ages. Periods of light and dark ages. One arises from the other, then fall again. Is a constant to and from optimism and pessimism that never Pora avoided. Draco Malfoy will learn that lesson very far from Hogwarts.

Prologue - Part 1

Before Christmas the third year, Azkaban was attacked and freed all the prisoners escaped. But nobody knew the truth that was behind the whole affair.

Draco knew. Lord Voldemort was gathering again to all its allies and subjects who had a time, several years ago, and which had largely ended up in Azkaban.

The physical conditions of many of them were so deplorable that they had to be abandoned spot, while others fled as they could, both were real Death Eaters as normal criminals that Azkaban was also full.

Not everything bad in the world were Death Eaters.

Draco cared very little what happened, he was tired of the insistence of his father and close on the upcoming war and all that it entailed for Ely around him.

But when he received a letter, one morning before his return home, telling you that christmas the pass with his mother in the Tunisian capital, began to mosques to Lord Voldemort and two dozen Death Eaters have taken over your living area and your entire house.

fugitives did not want intruders entrenched in his house, much less that he had to leave to let them do whatever they had to do .

But neither had occasion to discuss it before compulsory march to a place full of dirt and sand. He did not see at any time that his mother, Narcissa, complained about it. As always.

On the return trip on the Express, at Hogwarts, something changed.

had just Pansy order to shut up and went out of the compartment where fellow seemed to be more stupid than usual. He had shoved the weasel whelp without hearing their outrage.

had traveled by train to the end, looking for an empty wagon in which to think about what was happening everywhere lately.

In one compartment was Professor Lupin, leaning against the window, fast asleep. Draco had been standing in the doorway, watching the smile that shone unusual extrañae on his face.

Professor Lupin had started teaching at Hogwarts this year, organized after the scandal last year when they discovered the enormous assembly that Professor Lockhart had done. He was replaced in Defense Against the Dark Arts, giving his study a remarkable improvement.

was a man of middle age and some gray-haired, looking as affable as his way of being, and impartiality I did not seen much in Hogwarts. He had won the affection of his students almost the first day, and the infatuation of many partners. Even Slytherin students had softened at the words of castañoy manners.

had discovered that Professor Snape and Professor Lupin had been fellow students at Hogwarts, and another one in Slytherin in Gryffindor.

His chief house had been dropped were not best friends, exactly. But Draco was able to deduce that any enmity of the past had been diluted over the years, so much so that they could take tea together in Snape's office, where Draco had found the first time.

thing that had surprised him at the time, was the appearance of Professor. Gradient was more physically than his age should be. Sagging under eye wrinkles that still did not stop shining, gray hair in a mixture of old style and innocent rebellion, and all the air off the passage of time gives unhappy people.

But Draco had been presented as a pretty powerful image.

smiling now, sleeping with a look of extreme happiness.

Draco was glad deeply unhappy man. At least, someone could be happy in the chaos that was beginning to hatch.

But to get to school and begin classes again, he saw that something had changed dramatically in the atmosphere of that place. Snape was the focus of the bad vibes, Lupin, the receiver.

Something had happened, and Draco soon discover what it was, thanks to their art of persuasion.

-Sirius Black - had growled the Professor of Potions, when he managed to tease out what fly had stung.

Oh. Ya ...

sabíaa Draco Malfoy what concerned, not for nothing was the son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black, cousin of the alleged murderer and Sirius Black Death Eater.

who, curiously, had also escaped from Azkaban after the assault the Lord had ordered.

things would get interesting between Snape and Lupin thereafter. Because Draco was fully convinced, the good humor that Professor Lupin had acquired, with great likely cause tremendous moodiness in Snape.

The joy that emanated from Professor Lupin in his classes, he was spreading among their students, to reach a temporal point of unreality that puzzles the mind of Draco place. That made no sense. The world was about to be shaken with a huge destructive force, and Lupin could blow his students with his presence.

was especially uncomfortable.

had to end the year living with the terrible mood had taken hold of Snape and the continuing confrontations that had taken place with Lupin.

One day I asked the Professor of Defence which was what made him be so happy and sad at the same time. He had asked after school, putting their best expression and pleasant smile.

had also added an innocently flirtatious tone.

His attempts to flirt fell from the Tower of Astronomy with the last answer I had ever expected.

Professor Lupin slowly changed expression as he looked intently, his eyes calmed and dilation only slight Draco informed that a man's thoughts were floating beyond the physical.

Draco could tell that was one of the few times in his life, in which he was totally transparent.

"If Harry would continue studying with us ... party as you ...

again and killed that damn kid, getting in the way of Draco that he could do nothing to remove it from your life. And all the love possible that the teacher had won in Draco, was destroyed in that instant, and so on until the end of the course.

The head of Slytherin had broken into their common room shouting at the wind that Professor Remus Lupin was a werewolf, and had been all this time undercover with the help of Dumbledore. Also made clear, with a more moderate tone, he was personally in charge of restraining the beast with a potion every full moon.

The news was a major impact, and the teacher had to resign. Draco came to him just in time to say goodbye.

"Professor Dumbledore gave me a chance to work, and I have spoiled. Professor Snape is the right razóny show rejection ...

Draco had stood firm in the first person who had touched her hard heart.

"You have been happy giving class, is not it? Well that's what matters. Should give a shit if me or the other ... we hate to be a werewolf. I recognize that I'm ill at ease having been a teacher without knowing its nature. But it is you who should stand firm to their rights, I was disappointed.

surprised the former professor's face startled Draco, who tried to not seeing her legs tremble as the largest softened.

"You're right, Mal ... Draco let out a sigh. But now I have other things to keep in my life, more important things to fight for my rights, to tell you the truth, I doubt that is in reality.

It ended

to pack quickly, without looking at the boy, who had moved away to make room for walking free.

"I should not say that Mr. Lupin prof ... but ... Take care, shelter away from Hogwarts, things are not as pretty.

The man was still below the threshold of the door before turning to see the guy who advised him about the war that smelled close.

"And I should not talk to you about it. But I see that you are different ... you're still young. You can choose before it is too late.

was the first person who told Draco Malfoy that he could choose his future. As if it were that easy, as if the act of "choosing" something existing outside.

Draco had no choice, no one had given that right, nor was it ever questioned. His family had a belief, expressed anonymously by methods too radical, but those were the foundation of the family, who had been in existence for many generations.

Who could diríaa a Malfoy go against his family and what it means? Simply, Draco did not know that "choice."

Spend the other side? For what, why die? It was stupid.

Because he could not be on either side, if not congenial either. So I would rather stay put.

At home, at the end of this course, preferred to have heeded his own warning, and have stayed at Hogwarts as much as I could. Within its walls, where nothing happens, where you could still live without problems.

The Lord had left during that year he had missed, but the atmosphere was full of dark magic, curses unforgivable of secret meetings late into the morning, and hissing words emerged from the mouth of the being that was rising from the shadows.

Because that person could not be human. This presence that left floating in the air could not come from an ordinary magician.

was the breath of a monster that destroys its fire wherever he goes.

might have to rethink that of the sides. But in any case would have the opportunity to elect one of them.

During that summer, news of the wizarding community had taken an upward path. Death Eaters seen in public places, attacks on important institutions, murders of great diversity of wizards, squibs and muggles. Sirius Black pleaded not guilty after a few years in prison ...

Too shock ...

Nothing to worry about. The following year would be the sea of busy.

The Quidditch final between Ireland and Bulgaria ended with a Death Eater attack at night, this time with no fatalities.

The fourth year with the Dark Mark began flashing on the cover of The Prophet.

An old Auror would be the new DADA teacher and Draco did not like at all to see in person. I knew who he was by his father, but seeing him sitting at the table of teachers did not like at all. It would be very different from one year earlier.

good thing he could see it coming at the time, was the Triwizard Championship, which was not canceled due to the insistence Dumbledore to make clear that Hogwarts was safe enough to be able to carry out on their land.

next thing he saw that Draco would be good that year, was chosen from Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff sixth year. Captain and Seeker of the Quidditch team.

had never noticed much in his life, but when he saw it rise, after being elected by the cup, a sudden thought Draco seized.

"This guy will make us win," He was admired for its serenity and strength that gave off your look. And that smile that he dedicated to all Hogwarts to reach the podium.

rush to adventure against a dragon [know which particular], with all the risks, to get an egg, not worth it at all. But if this implies that Diggory go to next phase with a smile on his face, and cheering the whole Hogwarts, then it's worth it minimally

When we finally found only in the locker room, after a session of praise and flattery, and a moment too corny with Chang, Draco approached him holding out his hand.

"I'm Draco Malfoy. Congratulations on today's test.

Diggory stared at the hand that had been laid, and then stared at him.

"I know who you are.

Draco was not stupid, I knew I receive a negative, so he came down the arm, but not stopped smiling. To get him accepted Diggory.

"I'll be cheering, I would like to be friends. And you will notice that I'm worth.

That was the beginning of a relationship forged soon. Diggory Draco knew he was not welcomed by his family and would be difficult to prove that his intentions were sincere. He also knew that it seemed a game for power. The Malfoy always go with the winners, and Cedric was, and would be very soon. But Draco loved him for it. It would be his friend.

For Christmas dance, achieved its goal. He had approached him, a moment when Chang disappeared from the scene and he could leave Pansy Parkinson.

He had come into the library, on the Quidditch field, in the hallways. Always approached him, gave him good morning, and asked if they could speak a private moment. The Hufflepuff always gave evasive, turning around and walking away in the opposite direction.

This time, he went straight to the point. But not before being educated.

"Good night, Cedric, was struck with a perfect smile. Dame an opportunity now or you out to dance to the force and your girlfriend is ashamed of you.

Good. There had been too sensitive, but I was tired, queríaa Diggory in his private circle. Not friends, not private. Something real.

Diggory looked at him and the scene was quite peculiar. Draco combed and with a full suit snob, and Cedric just princely, and a foot higher than Slytherin.

"Well, I thought you asked was the opportunity just to dance replied warily, looking around slightly.

The surprise then was Draco, who blinked a few times and shook his frown.

- Why do you take me?

Diggory smiled and gave him a chance. But only one, he said.

Draco And it worked perfectly for weeks, and managed to convince one afternoon when they went to the bathroom of the perfect after a friendly meeting of Quidditch.

spoke of petty as they watched the dragon egg Cedric had not been understood. Draco asked permission to take it and took it to the water with them then it happened. Chirp water came nearly breaks their ears.

- Sirens! She exclaimed, quickly removing the egg from the water. They looked at each other, surprised. Draco smiled. You have to dive to hear them.

Cedric The happiness of discovering the secret of the egg was so much like Draco to know who had helped the other into something. But when I figured out that something very dear to the contestant was in danger under the lake, the joy of Cedric became extremely concerned that almost leads to hysteria, if Draco had not subsided.

-Dumbledore would never allow such a test if I knew that is dangerous. Do not worry. You'll get there without problems.

The Hufflepuff suddenly calmed down and hugged Draco sighed.

"Thanks" he muttered, I think you've earned the opportunity I gave you. Draco.

Hearing his name coming from him, he was made Slytherin. I had done.

That was the beginning of his friendship with the Hufflepuff sixth grade, who became his companion out of sorts, and in a way, his teacher or older sibling.

The second test suffered almost own skin, watching the calm waters of Black Lake, who hid the danger and distress that must have felt there below. And almost fainted when finally, after nearly forty minutes of waiting, Cedric's head emerged water accompanied by that of Cho Chang, his girlfriend.

Draco had to calm a hysterical Hufflepuff was still fear going under the lake for weeks. More hysteria happened to the blond, who no longer knew how to take these ideas head that had been formed after the second test.

Finally, one night had to console him after a scene uttered Cedric Chang, in which she tried to keep their relationship was broken.

For your safety . It was the base that Cedric used to prevent some other danger could happen to the girl because of her. If love puts you in danger, I prefer not to.

For a couple of months, Draco had a great time showing off to be next to Cedric, when Chang was close, until one day you Cedric stopped feet.

"I left because he loved her. I still want to, so do not brag so much, baby Slytherin.

He spent a couple of days without getting the attention of Cedric, who was beginning to be vital for the day diaa Draco. I needed was something more than friendship for him. It was something really important. The first thing he wanted Draco truth and had chosen so. I was not going to throw it overboard with his jealous behavior.

- So I do not want? Asked one evening when he found it in a corner of the library, studying.

had rehearsed his appearance for hours in front of the mirror. Achieved soften the hearts of more to that simple question, and sorry eyes, and nervous hands. Obtained some results.

-Me do not play that, Draco pulled the books with a sigh and motioned him closer, and suddenly sat down on his knees. I want you, too, but no problem, because you can defend yourself and do not need my protection, right?

had sounded too macho, but Draco cared very little at that time. She was saying that he wanted, and could be at his side, no problem ...

nodded slowly and let the hand Ely Hufflepuff lead him to his lips.

Yes That was more than friendship. Were the teacher and student. The winner Hufflepuff and Slytherin selfish.

and his strange relationship almost ended when, in the third round, the contestant from Hogwarts arrived first in the cup.

ooo

The war had begun openly. He had been incubating within the secret circles hiding the old districts of London, to Malfoy Manor, his own house, Azkaban devastating to sink beneath the icy waters of the North Sea.

Finally, after years of reorganization preparacióny few could glimpse, Lord Voldemort had attacked before the world. And had chosen the worst time that Draco would never have imagined.

All Hogwarts was an explosion of screams and joy from just before that the young Cedric Diggory managed to reach the cup in the center of the labyrinth that had covered the last and worst of the tests of the tournament.

Draco was biting his hands inside as he watched from the stands outside, against all kinds of beasts, spells, tools and dangers, and overcoming the chosen Durmstrang, Viktor Krum, and rendered as a candidate for Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour.

was about to lose consciousness by emotion retained when, just at the time that the Hufflepuff took the cup in his hands, there was an explosion in the same place so strong that the heart of Draco, for a moment, stopped pumping.

Before it reached the minimum expected response time, with its griteríoe hysteria, dozens of figures appeared on the scene, coming from the nothing.

Lord Voldemort to the head.

Within seconds, the hills of Hogwarts became a battleground between the Death Eaters, Teachers, The Order of the Phoenix freshly gathered, and even students superiors, who joined them with some further delay a batch of dawn, unable to enter Hogwarts because of the protections of the place.

The official report was presented to society, several days later, said Cup tournament had been bewitched, to function as a gateway. When the Hogwarts student took was activated, giving permission to half of the army, if not entirely, of Death Eaters, using the element of surprise, attacked without hesitation.

not yet understand how Cedric Diggory had survived. He had been the explosion with his body and then was dragged, trampled and kicked by a wave of dark magicians fell on him. Luckily, no one bothered to finish with him.

But the young man took three and a half weeks to awaken from unconsciousness in which it had plunged since the attack.

While those weeks passed, disgust and revulsion took Draco's mind, to whom this attack, like most Slytherins, had , has taken off guard. Well I could have warned his father that he was aware, or are hiding, or left the scene. Did not even have time to do something, had been transposed in place, eyes wide open looking at the labyrinth had been destroyed, while his companions ran everywhere.

-Cedric ...

In one stroke, Hogwarts was almost won, but was saved. Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was released to the public the whole of England, after more than a decade of silence, during which the vast majority of magicians believed that the dark wizard had disappeared from the face of the earth.

Because they did not know about the Philosopher's Stone stolen in the first year, or how it was used, on whom and with what consequences. Nobody had known that for years, this man had recovered all its power at home of one of the most influential families in the wizarding world.

For those more innocent people in the community, Lord Voldemort had fallen from the sky. For others, it was a moment they had waited in fear for years, and, with their wands raised, managed to fight time, stopping the feet of what had happened.

War II had begun.

Dead innocent counted by hundreds, in combat deaths counted by tens. Dumbledore's army, resistance was lost in a matter of time.

And Draco had not moved a finger in those months, except to go to see Cedric in secret, as they could. Until I stopped going. I could not see it in that state.

did not have the courage or strength.

Everything around him began to crumble, losing the sense of being and existence. They were all figures on a space and irregular. There were no backgrounds, no solid ground on which to rest, not even a horizon, an end to cling to hope.

was all so primitive. Fear. The struggle. Death.

His hatred and disgust.

war exists only in the cavernous wall, there is no firm road on which to move forward. An unknown space and time, were the eternal pure land stained with blood, and drawn by fingers sore and full of sores and wounds.

Finally, when the existence of his being left to be worth something, Draco chose.

could not be part of everything that was happening, he was afraid. Being in the dark side in who would win the war or yes, who razed wherever pass, diaa day.

could not go there. Feeling fear, disgust and hatred.

had matured to the poor. Finally, Draco begins to recorded knowledge of a layer of plaster over your skin. No longer bones ache, and not scratch the walls or stain color of death.

Finally, choose the protection, eleccióny own thinking in itself. Whether it's real what Draco begins to believe, it does not matter if wherever you go is where you go or if we will once gone will be what to do.

A personality forge an unbreakable plaster mask, a new life.

End of Prehistory
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