Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Being raised as Jon Snow was very different from being raised as Draco Malfoy.
But then again comparing the life of a bastard to the life of a pureblood heir is difficult. Even if his origins the first time around were questionable at best. Where Draco Malfoy got the best tutors, the newest brooms and had each and every whim catered to by the house elves, Jon Snow got second best in the very best scenario. Where Draco Malfoy was trained in languages, arts and politics, Jon Snow had barely been taught to read. No thanks to Catelyn Stark of course.
That bitch was truly grating on his nerves.
Had he not been a Slytherin at heart or had the patience of a viper, Lord Stark’s Lady wife would have met her unfortunate end years ago. But he couldn’t risk it. After all, the alternative could be much, much worse. And instead of a lady blinded by her spite and unrealized ambitions the household may be ruled by one that had enough brains and attentiveness to uncover the dirty laundry of house Stark and one ‘bastard’ in particular.
It was a stroke of pure luck that Draco used the minuscule morphing abilities he received from his adoption by Narcissa Malfoy nee Black to blend in with his new ‘family’. Can’t have a silver-haired Snow after all. Even one with stormy grey eyes. And so Jon Snow looked the splitting image of a Stark he was expected to be. More so than his legitimate ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’. And no one, not even Ned Stark in all his wisdom seemed to remember that the babe he first saw had silver wisps instead of a Stark black as well as the delicate stature of a true dragon lord and that it was only later that something had changed.
But most men care not about the looks of babes.
And so Draco’s true image was secret from all but himself.
And if late at night he would light a single candle within his supposedly tiny room (Capacious Extremis, Transfiguration and Wards exist for a reason) located in the servant quarters, conjure a mirror and study his true looks? Well… Draco Malfoy was always a narcissist at heart. And if in this life he looked less like Lucius Malfoy and more alike Tom Riddle in his youth? The Tom Riddle that for all the atrocities he had committed at his young age was likened to an angel? An angel that hid the nature of a demon? Well… when Draco finally leaves Winterfell he will most definitely not be recognized. Even by his own mother.
And if he is impatient to shed the name Jon Snow?
Can’t wait to once more become Draco?
No one will be able to connect the dots to judge.
What kind of a name is Jon anyway? It even sounds muggle.
Despicable.
Unacceptable.
Disposable.
And Aegon isn’t much better. Being one of a long string of ‘Eggs’?
No thanks.
I will pass…