Chapter 1
Snow felt around the blackness, trying to find something to hold onto. The world, itself, was not black, but it was to him and it had been since-
He found the staircase.
He walked up the stairs until Snow had reached the top. He gripped a mirror in his left hand before lifting it up.
“Harry.” He whispered. It took a few moments before there was a response.
“Snow?” Harry’s voice was odd, but Snow did not wish to question it.
“I’m going back to the mountain.” He told him, “Don’t look for me. Take care of Scorpius for me.” After a pause, he continued, “Don’t tell him his papa was a mortal, the other immortals look down on us.”
“Snow,” Harry’s voice was strangely frantic, which made no sense to Snow, “Where are you?”
Snow didn’t know why he answered, but he did, “At the Punishment Platform. Romilda told me if I jump down, I’ll return to where I belong-”
“Stay there,” Harry interrupted, “I’ll come get you-”
“I’m letting you go, Harry,” Snow told him, “Please, do the same. Now, we no longer owe each other anything.”
“Don’t jump-” Snow dropped the mirror and it clatter on the floor. With no hesitation, he leaped off the platform.
Unbeknownst to him, the Punishment Platform was meant for immortals and that, when a mortal falls off it, their soul shatters.
Neither did he know that he was not a mortal after all.
As he fell, lightning and thunder surrounded him. Memories of his past came flooding back.
He was Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissia Malfoy, the King and Queen of Slytherin. He was an immortal god and, as he fell, he became a High God.
As he awoke, Draco noticed he was on a bed of silver blossoms. As he opened his eyes, he was surprised that he could see. He looked to the side to see Severus with an unusually concerned expression.
“Luckily, your wounds aren’t too severe. However, I am concerned about how you got them.” He commented, trying to sound as casual as possible. Draco was barely listening as he gazed around the familiar grove in a sort of daze.
“Draco?” Severus asked.
Draco turned to look at him, but his eyes were glazed, “Is there wine?”
Severus was taken aback, but scoffed, “You can drink after you tell me where you’ve been. Your family and friends have been frantically searching for you since you disappeared. I’ll admit, I haven’t had a good night’s rest since either.”
Draco didn’t acknowledge his words and spoke again, “You have a potion that, with only one sip, you can forget what you wish to forget. Is this true?”
The older man was once again taken aback before sighing sadly, “You must have suffered very much these past two hundred years.”
Draco didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to. As soon as Severus returned with the potion, Draco drank it with no hesitation. No memories of the years he was gone remained.
—
Draco sighed as Mimsy entered his foxhole with an invitation in hand. Mimsy waved her finger at him, “Don’t sigh at Mimsy! You must leave these woods at some point, master!”
Draco bit back another sigh, “Yes, I know, Mimsy. I just don’t know why I have to leave now.”
Mimsy gave him a look and he huffed before standing from his chair, “Alright! I’ll bring some wine-no,” He corrected himself, “It’s a baby shower, not a bachelor party. A large pearl will have to do.”
Mimsy hummed in approval and left him alone to get ready for his journey. Draco sighed, He was a High God! He thought, I can handle going to a gathering.
—
As Draco walked the path toward the Western Sea Palace, he was led by a group of young immortals. When they began to gossip, he half-paid attention. At least, he was half-paying attention until they spoke of the Heavenly Prince, Harry Potter.
“I feel bad for the Heavenly Prince,” One girl said to the others, “To be engaged to such an old immortal like that Malfoy man! Our princess is, no doubt, far more attractive than him!”
Another girl chimed in, “I heard that he was one hundred forty thousand years old! Can you imagine what he must look like? An old bag, for sure.”
Draco was stunned when he comprehended they were speaking about him. Nevertheless, he ignored their gossip and continued to follow their lead.
When Draco arrived at Western Sea Palace, he realized they had covered the well known lanterns with moss. Personally, Draco was glad as his eyes had become quite sensitive towards light over these three hundred years.
When he entered the Palace, Draco was utterly overwhelmed. He decided to take a stroll through the famed gardens to ease his mind. As he walked through the gardens, however, he began to get lost in the twisty and turny maze.
Finally, he came across a little boy digging through the garden. The boy had dark hair and tanned skin. His hair was as dark as night, so Draco decided to call him Little Night.
“Little Night,” Draco spoke, squatting down to the boy’s level, “Why are you digging through the gardens?”
“I want to see the corals!” The boy said, not even bothering to lift his head, “Father Prince said that the coral underneath the moss was the most beautiful thing in the world, so I’m digging up the moss!”
Draco felt a sliver of pity watching the boy dig with such vigor. With a waved of his hand, his Cloud Fan appeared in his hand. He handed it to the boy, “Shake it lightly and the moss will be blown away,” He informed the boy.
The boy took the fan and swung it. The moss certainly was blown away, along with the moss on the lanterns nearby. Draco quickly summoned a blindfold to shield his eyes. Draco was impressed, the boy had a lot of immortal energy.
“Am-Am I in trouble?” Little Night asked and Draco shook his head.
“I’m the one who’s in trouble. I gave you the fan, after all.” He told the boy.
For the first time, the boy lifted his head and his eyes widened in amazement. Before Draco could question Little Night, the boy rushed towards him and wrapped his arms around his legs.
“Papa! Papa!” The boy shouted.
Draco’s head was spinning, “Papa?”
Little Night continued, “Why did you leave Scorp and Father Prince, papa?”
Draco shook his head and told the boy, “You’ve confused me with someone else, Little Night-”
“Snow?”