Chapter 1: Doubts

"But then he had to stop himself. He always had to stop himself when he dreamed too far. He had to remind himself where they sat – he at Slytherin, she at Gryfinndor. She was beautiful and generous and kind, but he was sitting on the wrong side of the fence for that sort of thing. The most beautiful woman on his side of the fence was Bellatrix Lestrange, and she was deranged. He also brought to mind that Hermione was a Mudblood and he was a pureblood. She was inferior in his family’s eyes – a waste of wizarding talent – but when he looked at her, his soul looked right past her flaws. He knew it was a mistake, and sometime in the future he would regret it. But he had to love her; he didn’t give himself a choice..."