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Assistant: Title: Underwater
        Author: Bananaconda12 Bananaconda12 
        Chapter: 1/4 
        Summary: Since he was 8, Draco Malfoy had been under what is now considered the most complex glamour and one of the longest last imperious curses in all of wizard history.Lucius had wanted the perfect image, and when they found out Draco was a submissive Veela, he put Draco under an imperious. When he was 11, the glamour came.One night the summer before 5th year, Malfoy Manor was raided by the ministry and Lucius’ wand was broken, ending both the Glamour and the Imperious.Harry sees Draco and thinks he’s the prettiest thing to ever exist.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Glass or Crystal?
    

    


  

  
  
    
    The summer sun filtered through the tall glass panes of King’s Cross, catching on soot-specked rafters and casting a drowsy golden glow over the station. But Platform 9¾ pulsed with a magic that made the air feel different—like the breath right before a storm, tight with possibility.Harry Potter stood still, just past the barrier, as the noise of trunks, owls, and the chatter of returning students washed over him.Ron and the twins had moved ahead to help Ginny lift her trunk, but Harry lingered where he was, towering over the crowd, broad-shouldered and grim-faced beneath the fraying edge of his black hoodie. The summer had lengthened him more—broadened him. His presence drew glances now, not out of fame, but sheer size. He looked older than his fifteen years, and felt it more.But he wasn’t paying attention to the people watching him.He was watching someone else.A flash of pale blonde caught his eye—white-gold, like light on the surface of water. Harry’s breath caught.Malfoy.But… not Malfoy.Not the boy who used to spit slurs in dark corridors. Not the swaggering aristocrat with sharp smirks and quick insults. This figure was unfamiliar.Delicate, almost otherworldly.Draco Malfoy stood near the edge of the platform, and it was like he’d wandered out of a dream. He looked smaller than Harry remembered. Much smaller. Barely reaching the shoulder of the tall boy beside him—Zabini, if Harry wasn’t mistaken.Draco’s frame was impossibly slight, wrapped in soft dove-gray robes with a high velvet collar and silver stitching that shimmered when he moved. Which… wasn’t often. He stood as though the ground beneath him wasn’t familiar—like he wasn’t quite sure how to trust his own feet. His movements, when he did shift, were hesitant, too slow, like someone remembering how to walk after being still too long.It wasn’t that he looked ill, exactly—he was glowing, in a strange way. But there was a fragility to him that struck something deep in Harry’s chest. The kind of beauty that made you worried.His skin was pale porcelain, his lips flushed like rose petals, and his eyes—God, his eyes—were blue like something out of a fairy story, too wide, too bright, catching on the morning sun like cracked glass.And he looked… lost.He touched his fingertips lightly to his temple, blinking slowly, as though the world around him was moving too fast. Harry couldn’t look away.Zabini was near, dressed as if for a private opera performance—navy coat with a high collar, dark gloves, leather boots that looked cruelly expensive. He was watching the crowd like a hawk, radiating cold, protective energy. Every time someone’s gaze lingered too long on Draco, Zabini’s expression darkened just slightly.Harry felt his stomach clench.From behind a polished trunk, Pansy Parkinson fussed with something in Draco’s satchel—likely a handkerchief or one of those ridiculous sachets Draco used to carry—and murmured something to him. He turned toward her slowly, nodding, his fingers twitching like he wanted to hold something but didn’t know what.The posture was wrong, Harry realized suddenly. Draco used to carry himself like he owned the ground. Now, he stood like someone unsure if the earth would hold his weight.“Bl@@dy hell,” Ron muttered beside Harry, having finally caught up. “Is that—Malfoy?”Harry didn’t answer. He was too focused, too stunned.Ron squinted. “Looks like he’s been… shrunk. Did someone hit him with a Permanent Reducto?”“It’s him,” Harry said quietly, not turning away. “But something’s… happened.”It wasn’t just the size. It was the way Draco moved. Every step was like a waltz half-forgotten. Graceful, yes—but strange. Like he was dancing through water. Like he’d been asleep for years and had just woken up in a body that didn’t quite fit anymore.Draco sneezed suddenly—small, high-pitched, twice in rapid succession—and immediately pressed a crumpled tissue to his nose, eyes watering. Pansy looked concerned and fussed over him, tucking his scarf closer around his throat.Harry’s chest ached inexplicably.“He doesn’t remember anything,” came a voice behind them—Hermione, who had just arrived with her hair in a tight bun and her prefect badge gleaming. She said it softly, and when Harry turned to her, she added, “I read it in the Prophet. Or at least, that was what Zabini told the press.”“What do you mean he doesn’t remember?” Harry asked.“His father… apparently kept him under the Imperius curse for years. To keep him quiet. Compliant. They didn’t notice how deep it went until the Aurors took Lucius in for questioning. Draco’s memories are scrambled. He barely remembers Hogwarts at all.”Harry swallowed.Ron frowned. “Why the hell would his father—?”“Control,” Hermione said tightly. “He was trying to shape Draco into the perfect heir. Zabini called it being ‘kept underwater.’ Like he was only half-awake for years. The real him’s just… surfacing now.”Harry’s gaze drifted back to the pale boy by the train.Draco reached for the owl cage Pansy was fussing with and fumbled, nearly dropping it. Zabini caught it easily, but Draco flinched at the motion, blinking rapidly like the sudden gesture startled him. His whole body was a study in contradiction—aching grace and fragile uncertainty.And Harry could not stop watching.He stood there, silent, while the train whistle shrieked in the distance and the rest of the platform stirred around him. Watching a boy who had once been his enemy—now transformed into something ghostly and gentle and achingly unfamiliar.A boy who didn’t remember him.
A boy who looked like he might shatter if the wind blew too hard.Harry had faced monsters. He had seen death. He had survived curses and a childhood under the stairs.But nothing had ever shaken him quite like the way Draco Malfoy looked in the sunlight that morning—beautiful and broken and floating just beyond reach.'
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