And waiting for Hogwarts, again?
‘Ah.. so this is the end.. this is how I die.’ Draco thought, the blood dripping from his face. After the war ended he thought everything involving him and his family would be normal, like it was before everything happened, when they were okay, but he was wrong. His father and him are likely to go to Azkaban and his mother with them, but I guess he won’t make it there. He looked up to his mother, she looked away, not being able to bear looking at him. He then looked up to his father, who grit his teeth and then hit him once more. Everything went black, the nothingness overtook everything as he felt numb. At Least those who detest him will finally be at peace…
(3 years old)
He woke up once again with the worst headache of his entire life, but he saw his parents and they looked younger.. Happier.. is this a dream? Or perhaps his last moments? Is this what they mean when they say your life flashes before your eyes? Wait, why does his face feel wet? Oh. He’s crying.. “Oh! Dragon, what’s wrong?” Said Narcissa and Draco suppressed a flinch, he closed his eyes as more tears fell down.
(4 years old)
It’s been quite a while, throughout this year he made many theories, the most plausible one being he was sent back in time. If his theory was correct he had a few goals, he could make them when the time comes. He went over his imaginary notes once more, ‘it sounds about right.’ He thought. Time to play the waiting game.
(5 years old)
It’s been two years since he went back in time. He was a tad bit of an ‘odd’ child, he didn’t cry unless absolutely necessary, didn’t throw things and didn’t play with toys. He can sometimes hear his mother speaking to father about her concerns. Father always tells her not to worry. But one thing was stuck on Draco’s mind. ‘I can’t wait to practice magic again.’ But I suppose that will have to wait, hm maybe he should act a tad bit. We can’t be too suspicious can we now?
(7 years old)
He’s now been in the past for 4 years and he’s 7 years of age, well only physically, mentally he is around 23. His father has arranged many play days with the Zabini’s, the Parkinson’s, as well as Crabbe and Goyle. If he’s honest it’s quite boring, Zabini is quite quiet and Parkinson keeps trying to play family with all of them. The other two were quite dull so he could say almost anything to leave and they’d say nothing. Draco sighs, ‘this is going to be a long wait until I get my letter.’ But oh well, there’s not much we can do now can we?
(11 years old)
Finally! He finally got his Hogwarts letter, these past 8 years have been painstakingly long, far too long for his liking. But after all that waiting he can finally make a good impression on Potter! Before he goes to Hogwarts he should finally make his to-do list, how long has he procrastinated this?
- Make his parents proud/happy (be the best child they could ask for?)
- Make friends with Saint Potter (perhaps the whole golden trio?)
- Beat Granger in grades this time round
- Don’t get involved in a war(don’t let parents get involved either)
- Don’t be a wanker in this timeline
- Find out what Potter and his friends did in first year
- Don’t embarrass yourself in front of Potter
- Find out about Weasly’s rat (wasn’t he Pettigrew? I remember Father speaking about that in the last timeline.)
- Don’t let parents go back to the Dark Lord, no, Voldemort, no you-know-who
- Help Potter with Sirius Black(?)
- Figure out why I went back in time
‘That seemed good enough for now.’ Draco thought to himself “Draco! It’s time to go.” His mother yelled, Draco responded “Give me just a moment and then I’ll be down!” He sighed and then put away his journal, he then walked to his parents, “Are you ready to go, dragon?” She said kindly and he responded with a nod. They floo’ed to Diagon Alley when his mother then said. “Let’s get your wand first?” His father added, “We should, it’d be best to start there.” Draco simply nodded and then they started walking to Ollivanders shop. As they walked in Draco immediately felt a pull, I wonder what it was? He kept glancing in the direction it was in when suddenly, Narcissa spoke, “Hello? We are here for a wand.” “Ah yes, Narcissa and Lucius, it seems like it was only yesterday when you two walked in to get your wands.” Mr. Ollivander spoke before handing over a wand. “Try this one, 10 inches long, made of hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core, it’s reasonably springy” Draco suppressed a gasp, it was his wand from his last life, he grabbed the wand, slightly nostalgic, and gave it a wave, nothing happened?.. he threw his parents a glance, and also one at the pull..
His father spoke, “Draco, what do you keep looking at?” His voice was demanding, Draco gulped before answering. “I keep feeling a pull, I don’t know why, father.” Mr. Ollivander then spoke, before his father could. “Do you mind showing us what you feel a pull towards?” Draco nodded, he glanced at his parents one last time before walking in the pull’s direction, he ended in front of a few wand boxes but he pointed at the one he felt a pull from, Ollivander spoke again. “Well then, let’s try that wand?” He pulled it out and opened it, “It’s twelve and three fourths of an inch made of elm wood with a phoenix core, this one has quite a hard flexibility.” He stopped talking before adding something, “Go on, try it, young Draco” he said with a smile.
Draco grabbed it, slightly nervous, and gave it a wave, a light breeze encased them as silver blue light seemed to fly about, seeming to be dancing with one another. They were quite graceful and a slight smile grew on Draco’s mother. Draco couldn’t help but smile at himself, Ollivander spoke again. “That’s amazing, it seems young Draco has found his wand! It’s quite curious that this wand chose you, the hard flexibility shows that you are nearly impossible to be swayed from your purpose, the phoenix feather has the greatest range of magic, although they may take awhile to show that. And oh they are quite picky, hard to tame, quite hard to tame, and the wood! Some people believe only pure-bloods can wield elm wood, they make the fewest accidents and the most elegant spells.”
“Oh wow, that’s wonderful, isn’t it Lucius?” His father nodded before adding, “Let’s get going, we have a schedule, Draco.” Draco quickly nodded before walking out of the wand maker’s shop. “Why don’t you go to Madam Malkin’s while me and your father get you some other things? We’ll meet back here.” Draco nodded in response and started walking. This is where he met potter. He must be careful, don’t be mean, don’t be awkward, you can do this, Draco.
Everything was quite silent since he got there, but it was a comforting type of silence. That was until the person beside him startled him by saying, “Uhm.. A-.. Are you going to Hogwarts, too?” Oh? Didn’t Draco start the interaction last time? It doesn’t matter, this was his moment! Potter started the conversation, act natural, act natural. “U-uh-” BLOODY HELL HE BLEW IT! “Yes, I am, I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, you?” Potter then replied shyly, “I’m Harry Potter, d.. Do you know anything about Hogwarts? I didn’t even know I was a wizard until yesterday so I don’t know much..”
Yesterday? That’s quite odd, always had this image he knew for a while, but the conversation must go on! “Ah yes I know quite a bit, there are four houses, ravenclaw, the ‘smart’ ones, hufflepuff, basically the normal or I guess ‘caring’ ones, gryffindor, the oh so brave heroes, and slytherin, the cunning ones.” He stopped before adding, “I’m likely going to slytherin, I think you’d be quite nice in gryffindor.” Realizing what he said he quickly mumbled something without thinking, again. “A-ah.. I shouldn’t have said that, wait why did I say that? W-wait what do I say next?” Potter, who was tense, started relaxing before letting out a small laugh.
“My name is Harry Potter, nice to meet you, Draco.” He said with a slight smile, Draco nodded before adding. “It’s nice to meet you too, Potter.” Potter’s smile faltered, he then said. “Please, call me Harry, I’m calling you Draco, after all.” Draco nodded, wait is he smiling? Huh, that was unexpected. The lady who had been doing their robes called out, referring to Draco at that moment. “You’re done, dear.” Draco quickly got up and ran to the door, “I’ll see you, Harry.” he said with a slight smile before going out the door, not waiting to see what Po- Harry might’ve said.
“Draco, darling, over here!” He heard his mother say, he quickened his pace, not running though, Malfoys never run. “Hello mother, father.” He said calmly, his father looked at him. “Let’s go back, your mother and I have finished getting your supplies for the school year.”
Time flew, before he knew it his parents were with him at the Hogwarts Express. “Have fun, dragon, make sure to send letters!” His mother said as he nodded, he turned to his father who gave a small nod and said, “Behave.” He mentally rolled his eyes, "As if I would do anything but that.” He said yes and went to the express, letting himself do a small wave before looking for an empty compartment. Once he found one and went in he pulled out a few books, humming an unknown song as he did so. The compartment door opened, he saw unruly black hair and bright ginger hair, "Oh! Draco, I didn't expect to see you here." Said Pot- err, Harry with a smile, "Uh, do you mind? Everywhere else was full" Said Weasley, I say that I don't mind, as soon as you do so they sit down, Harry next to you and Weasley across. "I'm Ron, by the way, Ron Weasley." he introduces himself "Nice to meet you, I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco said with a slight smile, friendly enough, right? Weasley's mouth is left wide open, shock was quickly replaced by anger. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter!" He said quickly when he saw the Weasley's face.
"Wait, you are the Harry Potter? So.. So is it true? Do you really have the? you know.." He says and points at his own forehead, "What?" Harry replies, Weasley takes a breath before talking again. "The scar?" Harry nods before showing it, Weasley lets out a quiet wicked before the trolley comes, "Anything off the trolley, dears?" asked the lady managing the trolley, before anybody could decline Draco pulls out some sickles and orders quite a bit. "Bloody hell, what trying to get Harry in your good grace now?" Weasley says, Draco slightly rolls his eyes before answering, "You can eat some too, I've bought them because I consider me and Harry friends and he seems to think you're okay. Eat it or not, I don't mind either way" Weasley scoffed before starting to eat. Later, when Weasley had his rat out, they had started talking about magic, they, meaning Draco and Weasley, decided to both show a spell. "Lumos" Draco cast, a bright light appeared, "Ah!" yelled Harry due to how sudden the light changed, "My brothers taught me one too," he pulled out his wand. He got ready to start when the door opened, revealing a younger granger. "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one." He and Harry shook their head while Weasley said no.
"Oh! Are you doing magic? Let's see it then." Said the girl, Weasley cleared his throat, "Sunshine, daisies, butter, mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow" And it.. Didn't work, Weasley shrugged. "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well it's not very good, is it? Of course-" She was cut off by draco, "Don't you have a toad to find?" She seemed shocked, “I do, but first, oculus reparo.” She said, pointing her wand at Harry. “I’m Hermione Granger.” She introduced herself, Harry took off his glasses, Granger happened to see his scar. “Are you Harry Potter? I’ve read about you before, is it-“ She was cut off by Draco again, “It isn’t polite to treat him like that, and don’t you still have to find a toad?” Granger flushed in embarrassment, she quickly agreed and left, but not without a leaving statement. “You should probably change into your school robes.”