AN: This is a sister piece to my story 'A Grimm Huntsman' and is the continuation of an Omake from that story. This first chapter is that Omake and will act as a prologue.

AN: And so yes, Draco and Harry will be best friends in this story but I haven't planned out their pairings so ideas would be appreciated.

To fix my mistake

Chapter 1 (prologue)

-Draco-

Standing within the burning Ministry, his Fiend Fyre blazing all around him, Draco Malfoy closed his eyes and awaited his fate. He knew he was going to die today, just like Harry Potter did. The only difference was that he choose his death and he made damned sure to take out enough of these bastards to avenge both of them. As he felt the flames engulf him he screamed out for a single moment before the pain vanished and his life was over.

What surprised them though was that there was no smell of sulfur, no burning or agonizing torture as he was sure he'd have gone to Hell for having been a Death Eater, for however short a time. Instead he found himself in a large pristine office, facing a well-groomed man in a black muggle suit. "Ah, Draco Malfoy, I'll be with you in a moment." The man said without looking up "Feel free to take a seat and have a drink."

"Thank you." He said gratefully, doing so as he waited for what would happen. He knew he was dead, one didn't get engulfed by Fiend Fyre and live after all, so he was sure this was some sort of stop before the afterlife, perhaps a place of judgement, and he didn't want to piss off the one who would be doing the judging.

"Alright," the man said after finishing the paperwork he had been working on "you, Draco Malfoy, are an interesting one. You started out as such an arrogant little brat when you first got to Hogwarts. I was sure that some political enemy would murder you during your sleep during your first year."

"I'm more than a little surprised myself that it didn't happen." He admitted sheepishly as he sipped his drink.

"But you continued to grow more and more arrogant," the man continued, acting as if Draco had never spoken "and even joined the Death Eaters…then you became genuinely remorseful even while serving your Dark Lord. You tried to find a way out how many times?"

"Thirty-seven." He said, his voice going dry as he remembered the different attempts.

"And how many of those times did you just attempt suicide to atone for what you did and to take away a soldier for Voldemort?" the man probed.

"Twenty-nine." He answered again, each attempt seared into his mind.

"This last stunt though," the man pulled out a file "confessing your remorse to one Harry Potter then using Fiend Fyre to burn your Ministry to the Ground…well I have to say that you don't do anything half assed lad. Now we're in a bit of a pickle. You were a horrible person for the longest time and did believe in cruel ideals but you rarely hurt anyone directly. That being said while you felt guild you never tried to make amends with anyone directly either until the very end. I'm not entirely sure where to place you so I'm going to do an alternative. I have here," the man pulled out a second file "information about another universe. This one was the same as yours up until the day you first met Harry Potter. In this one the equivalent of you died in your sleep, a poison a political adversary of your father managed to get into you killing you. I will send your soul and memories into that body the instant after it dies so that you will get another chance of life while also calling a favor with that world's death to keep you stable as well as return that Harry's soul since the killing curse removed it and he was staying alive due to Voldemort's soul shard. I don't know if that world will progress exactly as your old one did with its big events or if they will be different but now the choices of how they handle them will be fresh. Good luck."

The last thing he saw was the man snapping his fingers before he woke up in the body of his eleven-year-old self. He went about his morning in a bit of a daze, seeing his father yell at House Elves and his mother trying to ignore his father. It was…surreal.

Later on when he was brought to Diagon his parents told him to proceed to Madam Malkin's and that they would meet up with him once they finished some business at Gringotts. Walking inside he saw a skinny bespeckled boy with emerald eyes, fidgeting about nervously on a stool. "Hi," he approached with a nervous smile as he offered the savior of the wizarding world his hand "I'm Draco Malfoy. Are you going to Hogwarts too?"

And with that, this new world was changed.