Chapter 1
It's been a few weeks since Draco arrived in this exact time. She doesn't know what exactly happened that prompt here but what was clear was she had done it. She had died to protect her baby from the impending doom of his fate. But one thing wasn't clear, it's going back to this place once again.
The place she had woken up to was by the time that they were shopping for school supplies in what she had assumed was in her second year.
Draco looked at herself- himself, he corrected, in the mirror. He grinned, satisfied with his lovely reflection. With his platinum blonde hair that shines under the moonlight and to his fair and milky white skin that'll make any girl jealous, he nodded, giving himself a thumbs up and a pat on the head.
"Father, I believe that I've bought all the necessary things for school. Where else are we going?" Draco asked raising a brow as they turned to the corner that screams 'I'm illegal' and 'this is the criminal area', which is pretty stupid if you ask him.
Thinking back, everything feels incredibly stupid in this world. Who even asks 11 year old children, or even academy children to fight a war? What happened to the adults who are supposed to protect the children?
Draco had lived a total of two lifetimes and he was confident to say that he had grown from an impudent punk into a lovely and gorgeous adult with a sweet angelic child.
Drew grimaced, thinking about his baby Cale. He couldn't help but think how much he had hurt him by leaving so early...
“do not touch absolutely anything"
His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp tone of his father as he just simply nodded. It seems that they've arrived.
He looked around the store, chills creeping down her neck as all of the dark miasma that's covering the entire store. It's not dead mana yet it is evil enough to cause harm to people.
As his father went on about his business, he couldn't help but stare confused at the iron coffin in front of him. His ancient power surged throughout his body as he saw multiple rings of life in front of him.
There's a person hiding on the coffin and their time is twisted. He frowned, glaring at it with sharp eyes. He was about to touch it when his father's stick hit his hands.
He gasped in shock. "I thought, I specifically told you not to touch"
His father's voice carried pressure as he glared at him. Draco scoffed, this is the father that he used to do everything to please before?
"Pardon me father, I was simply enchanted by this particular thing"
He said as his father merely continued on his business talk. He went closer to the thing, his father's eyes boring into him as he echoed the words, 'I'm not touching anything, merely looking'.
"hey, I know you're in there", he started, with an overly sweet grin. In turn, the person inside the thing was about to spoke as he interrupted him. "I-, Malfoy it's me-"
"stupid. Shut up, we'll leave at any moments now. Are we clear?" he asked as he sent a 'You-wouldn't-need-more-explanation-right?' expression to the person. The silence served as an answer as Drew went on and formed a plan in mind.
Slowly but gracefully, he walked towards what seems to be the most precious merchandise in the store (which is something that holds the largest amount of evil miasma) and slapped it on the ground with a shit eating grin on his cute face as he watched his father's stern and angry expression.
"oh, I'm very sorry father, I didn't mean to- oops" another item was dropped. Draco knew that he's pushing his father's button too much here but he can't help but give his father some sort of payback since he felt shitty chasing after his recognition that he now deemed as worthless.
"...it seems that it is time for us to depart." his father's words was short as he practically dragged him out of the store.
"what is your problem child! I specifically told you to not touch anything yet what did you do? The complete opposite!"
At this time, the words coming out of his father's mouth sounds like rubbish for Draco as he listened nonchalantly, thinking of ways of how to go back to the person stuck in the coffin.
Suddenly, his saviour arrived as his eyes glistened like stars. There just stood or rather there's just someone walking towards them in a very slow and serious manner but at that time, Jour couldn't help but think that the very familiar person was the coolest at the moment.
Without thinking much, he ran forward to give his godfather a hug. In this world, the one that he misses the most was his godfather who has understood him and acted like his father countless times better than his own.
"it's been a while, uncle Severus, I've missed your presence" he spoke, voice sounding softly as he recalled of all the things that the man had done for him and his sake. This time, he'll make sure to make his god-father happy and protect him.
"Hmm...nonsense child but I feel inclined to ask what is your business here?", of course, their not yet close this time... Draco pouted at the thought but simply watched as his father and godfather talk seemingly going somewhere he particularly doesn't care. Instead, he whispered to the wind who in turn graciously listened to him.
It took a lot of convincing and brainstorming before he was allowed to roam freely. He went straight to where the wind is telling him to go as he was met with a crowd surrounding a familiar boy that he just can't quite place who.
He strides towards the crowd confidently and cooly before swiping in the hand of the boy. "He's with me so scram" he just simply mumbles, knowing just how much weight his words carried.
As they went through some twists and turns, they arrived at the bustling and lively street, Draco immediately turned around and pinned the boy on the wall. They stared eye to eye, grey eyes to beautiful green eyes as the boy spoke first.
"what the bloody hell Malfoy!" he yelled and Draco finally knew that he got the right person. The one in front of him right now was undoubtedly Harry Potter, the boy who lived and the one that kept calling him 'Malfoy'.
"Harry Potter, aren't you even grateful to my benevolence? Stop acting like a cornered rat, it's disgusting..." he mumbled with a sickeningly sweet smile unlike the words that came out of his mouth that sent shivers down Potter's spine.
"first of, I mean no harm. I simply wish to greet my fellow classmate so no need to put your guard up", Draco started letting go of Harry Potter as he arranged and dusted off his clothes. "second ...-
-hmm, sure enough it is twisted", he mumbled as he once again looked at the rings of Potter and sure enough that his time is twisted or rather will be twisted. He wondered which god would be the one responsible for the fate of this child.
Seemingly hearing his words, Potter frowned looking at him confused. "don't mind my words too much Potter. You wouldn't understand it." he said as he heard a growl come out of the lips of the boy who lived.
Draco ain't bragging but was merely stating facts. No one, absolutely no one would understand what he said nor would anyone have the knowledge regarding the wisdom he holds about time.
With that, he swiftly turned around and walked away, leaving a rather confused and enraged Potter.