Prologue
Krystian Malfoy is done with life.
The fact he was so tied with his family made the fact he wasn't even sought into slytherin much worse. Sure, Ravenclaw wasn't a bad house which his father constantly reminded him of, but he never missed the displeasure his grandfather showed whenever he came to their house.
Of course it was just natural that his older brother, Scorpius, would be the favorite. The perfect Slytherin heir. At least, nobody ever openly said it to him but he always knew. There's a saying within the noble pureblood families about children, 'An heir and a spare.'
Krystian was the youngest, so it was obvious he was meant to be the spare. The unimportant one. Only there take over in case anything happened to Scorpius. The backup plan. But no more wallowing in self pity. Krystian started the day, his morning routine, breakfast lessons the monotonous tasks he did every single day.
It was about 4 PM when he was finishing up Quidditch with this friend Evan, despite being different houses they always seem to be with each other, basically joined to the hip. There was some light flirting coming from both boys, but Krystian would never admit he had feelings for his best friend. Soon he was changing out his Quidditch kit in the change rooms. He was mid sentence when he stopped, a strong feeling of nausea washing over him, he felt faint, unwell, he was going to- need to to sit down.
"Tian? Are you ok?" He heard Evan say but it was distant.
Krystian's vision was blotchy. What was going on? He felt himself rest his hand on Evans shoulder, but he was barely aware of what his body was doing anymore, his mind was in a different place. He couldn't see, and then he could feel himself falling and falling and falling.
-1976-
His eyes were closed, but they began to open as he came into consciousness. There was something heavy lying on his chest which he registered quickly.
"Evan? Why the fuck are you lying on me?"
He managed to mutter groggily, but the other boy didn't reply. Fully awake now, he moved to push his friend.
"Ev?"
Evan jolted awake with a start
"Tian? Mi a fasz!"
"Could you like, get off me?"
"Basszus, Sorry"
Evan moved off him and they both sat up, before Krystian finally registered that they weren't in the changing rooms anymore. They seemed to be in a random corridor.
"Did you, like, move us?"
"No?"
"Then how are we here?"
"I don't know! Magic?"
"Haha very funny."
They both turned that heads when they heard footsteps. There seemed to be people approaching them, as the footsteps were getting louder and louder.
"If this is Scorpius I'm going to cry."
It wasn't Scorpius. A group of guys were walking past when one turned around and stopped. He had round, goldish glasses, which Krystian was sure he'd seen before.
"You two okay?" The stranger said.
"I think so, me and meu amigo, and I are just a bit confused." Evan replied to him.
"Meu Amigo? Do you speak Portuguese?" Stranger asked
" Sim!"
"I'm Portuguese!! Você esteve antes? Você já experimentou comida local? Qual o seu nome? Tenho um nome inglês porque nasci aqui. Isso é tão legal!"
"Prongs, you're rambling, and not even in English." Another guy said.
"Shit sorry."
"Do you know where we are?" Krystian asked.
"Hogwarts?" Another said.
"Well yeah, but like where in the castle?"
"Near Gryffindor Tower."
"Right... Who even are you guys?"
Stranger 1 turned to him again,
"That must have been so confusing! Im James, thats Sirius, Remus and he's Peter!"