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There’s a place—a dark place, an enchanting place—where everyone who feels like they don’t belong is made to feel welcome. Where they can explore parts of themselves that they never even knew existed. Where they get to hone their desires, sharpen their creativity and let their talent flourish. A home. A home for the unwanted and the undesired. A home for a majestic group of entertainers—performers—who had learned long ago how to bottle their own fame and brew their own glory.
Draco knew the moment he stepped into Cirque of Abyss that he was home. That he would become one of them, a performer. He would be the main attraction, the reason for the crowd, the stamp on the ticket and the success of the show. It would be his name that they would chant, it would be his name that would caress their tongues as they left the circus and it would be for him that they would come back night after night, seeking more—always more.
The whisper of the wind would call them back and he’d greet them like a friend, grant them entrance and let their spirit come alive, just so that they could watch him. Remember him.
The whole world would remember Draco Malfoy.
Not because of his father or his mother. It wasn’t his surname or his heritage that would take up residence in their mind.
In a world of fast moving fame, fleeting gossip and unmemorable people, Draco would never be forgotten. Name lit in the fuel, as bright as the flame and as deadly as the fire.
The whole world would remember who he was.
A performer.
The performer.