'Adrien Agreste'
"... -rien? Adrien."
'Who's that? Leave me be. I'm tired, exhausted. I'm dead aren't I? So why can't you-' Draco cracked his eyes open. The room was unfamiliar. The huge window covered the entire wall. He shot up.
He fumbled through the blankets anxiously before he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Adrien." 'Adrien'? Who's that? "Who are you?" The man stumbled. He seemed taken aback. He looks like Lucius to Draco.
"F... father?" The man's expression remained neutral. Yes, it must be. But where is this? Draco looked around, there were no traces of magic or anything related to being a Slytherin. It looked... 'normal'.
The man kept staring at him. " 'Sir' perhaps?" Draco mumbled as he tried squinting through the light to get a better view of the man. The man nodded as he said, "You must've lost your memories. Troublesome, but it's fine. I can train you again. Earlier, you were hit by a fan when you were signing autographs. I think it has caused a huge impact on you. For now, rest." 'Fan? Why was I signing autographs?' Draco hummed and the man left. He stood abruptly which caused his legs to tremble, he brushed it off and explored the room.
A table right by his bed. And what's that? There were many things that didn't seem familiar. Especially this... This... This black rectangle thing with squares. When you press the squares, there would be sounds. He quite liked the sounds and kept pressing it. It satisfied him.
Then he started questions the large window. Who can sleep like that? I'd rather sleep with Voldemort- never mind, I take that back. Draco continued.
He pushed a mysterious door and revealed a white room. Real clean. A box like thing that could fit a person was on the ground, a smaller one which was near the height of his hips with silver turn-able thingie, and a mirror above it, oh, a sink! Pretty. He stared at himself. Then he noticed a big bowl full with water.
'Oh! Great, I was getting thirty!' He saw buttons on top of it. It looked... Interesting, so he pushed it. There was a loud sound that sounded a lot like a toilet.
Oh. It was a toilet. Just... Built differently. He chuckled at his stupidity. But he continued to wonder what the big box was. Everything in here was unusual, even outside when he stared out the window, which he thinks is a 'car' the mudblood once mentioned.
Then he came to a conclusion. It was a juggle world. Of course it was. He hated it. He felt around for his wand but couldn't find it. 'Merlin! I lost it! How can I live without it! Don't panic Draco! Don't-' And he did. But stopped when he realised he could do endless magic. He calmed.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he commanded aloud. Thankfully, he was able to lift the lamp. But he was in the muggles world, he couldn't use magic here. He sighed.
Draco need a quill and ink jar, but he found none. Instead, he found a stick thing on his desk. He turned it here and there and tried writing with it.
He pushed but it made a click sound. An end of it had a hole, and a tip thing came out of it. He touched it and... Ink! He flopped it a wrote on a white parchment. Yes! He had found it! I guess muggle inventions aren't that bad...
For the next few days, he had explored the mansion and the outside world. Everyone seemed to know him. But 'Adrien' wasn't his name.
He quietly accepted the fact that he was else one but was a little upset that he had died- oh. Oh Merlin! Draco had just remembered that he had actually died and so had his mother! He was dejected. It was the truth. He didn't know where he was, who he was, or anything about his mother. He felt... Defeated. Like the day when he got his Dark Mark and became a Death Eater. At least now, he didn't have that mark.
A month has passed, Draco hadn't quite accepted the truth but has adapted to the changes to far. He was able to do things by himself and use the muffle devices. The black rectangle he was curious about was actually a 'computer'. How had he know? Apparently, his 'father' had walked on him a week ago continuously clicking on the 'keyboard'. Draco had embarrassed himself when the man told him he had to learn everything over again from the start like a baby. His old account on his computer was locked (the man doesn't know the password for some reason, shouldn't the adults know? He's worse than McGonagall and Snape) and had to set up another account. He found out a lot from this thing called 'Google' and learnt many things. And some things he didn't quite like. For example, he couldn't do potions anymore. Accepting his fate, Draco hoped of his chair and proceeded to dinner with his father.
He really wondered where the mother of this body went but never asked.
"Adrien, you will be going to a public school from bow, you need to socialize and get along with other if you are going to be the heir of the Agreste family. Understood?" The man spoke. Just like Lucius. Draco replied with a "Yes, father," like he usually did with Lucius.
The man did not seem bothered, Draco made conclusion that it was the right reply and what the original body owner always say.
Speaking of the original body owner, how did he get here? Where did the original owner go? He couldn't eat anymore, he was repulsive towards the food. He felt nauseas. Why did he have to ask? He regretted the conversation that took place in his mind, set his utensils down, bid his goodbye to the man and left for bed, thankful that the man didn't ask why he hadn't finished his dinner.