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You were born beneath silver, among serpents, shadows and stone, with a name that carried centuries and a future already known. He grew amongst wildflowers, with trembling hands and a gentle heart, never knowing that courage had been there from the start. You were taught to fear the darkness. He learned to grow within the light. Yet somehow, beneath the castle, your paths crossed one quiet night. Between whispered words and wildflowers, between green and scarlet skies, you began to see something neither of you could disguise. Perhaps some things are not meant to remain the way they were grown. Perhaps even a Malfoy can find somewhere to call home.