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I had been sleeping for what felt like forever, but to suddenly come to awareness is a bit disconcerting after that. You see, I was expecting either judgement, or rebirth, I mean, what else can a rational mind hope to expect after death, but then again, when I meant rebirth, I was not expecting to be standing. I expected to be a baby, if not that, I expected to wake up from sleep as a new person, but standing in a shop being measured for clothes was not what I was expecting. Nor did I expect to come face-to-face with a girl with a thin face, shoulder-long messy hair, a scar on her brow and the brightest green he could imagine shining from behind the round glasses she wore. The information upload that he received of living his life as Draco Malfoy was, thankfully, expected after that.

Wait a second.

I am now Draco Malfoy, facing a female version of Harry Potter, in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions in Diagon Alley.

Disregarding the storm that I was facing inside, I had to converse with her, first impressions go a long way, and I wanted her on my side.

"Hello," I said, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," she replied back cautiously.

"Me too, but I wanted to go to Beauxbatons," I tried to get her interest.

"Beau-what?"

Ah-ha, now she's interested.

"Yeah, it's the French academy of magic, Father doesn't think much of the Hogwarts headmaster, Dumbledore, but Mother insisted on Hogwarts, 'tradition,' she says"

She looked at me with something akin to awe at that, "There's a French magical academy?"

"Most countries have one," I replied, "Didn't you know that, what are you, a muggleborn?"

She scrunched up her nose at that, "I don't know what that means, I know what a muggle is though."

Oh boy.

"Muggleborns are those witches and wizards who have muggle parents. There's a lot of prejudice against them so be careful, as you're probably one," I replied, trying to sound knowledgeable.

"I'm not," she spoke softly, "a muggleborn, that is. My parents were witch and wizard."

"Were?", I asked quietly. She just looked to her feet and nodded.

"My lady," I continued quietly, no need to attract any unwanted attention, and trying to try my hand at some British charm, "you have my deepest apologies."

She looked uncomfortable at that and just said that it's fine.

"What's your name, then?", I asked, but not unkindly.

"Dorea Potter," she spoke and held out her hand for me to shake.

I lifted my own and grasped her hand, turned it sideways and kissed over the back of her hand and spoke with a flourish, "A pleasure to meet you Dorea Potter, I am Draco, of the House of Malfoy."

She just went red and clammed up at that.

"That's you done, my dear," Madam Malkin spoke out from beside me, and I looked to see her having a rather bemused expression on her face.

"Of course," I spoke up, and left Dorea's hand at that, and got down from the stool I was standing upon.

"See you at Hogwarts, Dorea Potter," and nodded at her. She was still red and just nodded back quite quickly.

As I was walking off, I heard Madam Malkin's voice fading in the background, "They start younger every year…"

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"Care to explain?", mother asked me, when I met her outside Ollivanders.

"Explain what, mother?", I tried to act clueless, racing my memory for something that she might have asked Draco prior to the merge? Yes let's call it that, the Merge.

"Explain why you tried to act ignorant and tried to charm the Girl-who-lived in Madam Malkin's shop?"

My head snapped up at that, thinking as to how-

"I had a listening charm on you, to observe how you act when I'm not around," she spoke dryly.

WHAT?!

"After the last time when you ran your mouth in front of some your father's associates, I had to see how well my lessons stuck."

What.

Oh. I remember now, I spoke in front of ,who I now believe was Macnair, that he is just peasant, while we Malfoys were their Lords. Shit. And the "punishment" she spoke of was fasting for an entire day. To me that was tolerable, but for Draco the child, that was hell. I remember-

A tingling laughter broke my thoughts, and I looked up to see Mother laughing. It was then that I truly noticed Narcissa Malfoy. My mother was beautiful.

"Oh my Dragon, you looked so cute going through all those expressions," she said and pinched my cheeks rather hard.

"Mother!", I managed to squawk out, "shtop it!"

Thankfully she let go at that, and I just rubbed the offended are with one hand and puffed my cheeks out at her. She just laughed again and went into Ollivanders shop and gestured to follow her.

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It's the 1st of September and I'm standing in front of the Hogwarts Express.

I'm not impressed.

I'm used to much more modern things (it's just the beginnings of the 90s right now), and was hoping that magic would be a good tradeoff for now. While I am impressed by how much easier my life has become due to magic, even when I'm not the one directly using it, some things are just a let-down, this being one of them.

I wasn't too discreet in my critical view and Mother's hand clamped down hard on my shoulder. I barely managed to keep my yelp in, because Malfoys do not yelp, no sir.

Crabbe and Goyle, the two goons that I have, toddled up to me to help with my luggage. When I was reminiscing about my life as Draco, back home in Malfoy Manor, I never could figure out why these two were my sycophants. I mean, I understand that Rowling probably wrote them as characters to add more weight to the fact that as Potter's rival, and the 'bad guy', I had to have some followers, but we're not just characters now. I am living in Rowling-verse. I am alive. I have magic. I matter. So why shouldn't they? And I asked my father the same, though obviously I used quite a different approach. What I found was jarring. Apparently, their fathers are such a huge debt with mine, that they chose to pay off their subservience by swearing five generations of loyalty to my family.

I was startled out of my thoughts with a hand on my head. I really need to pay more attention to my surroundings.

"Draco," father said, "Do me and our name proud."

"I will, father." Really, you're not going to see me for months, and that's the best you could come up with?

"My dragon," Mother called me while pulling me onto a hug, "I'm so proud of the wizard you are becoming, and remember, no matter who you meet in Hogwarts, you will always be better than them. Do you remember why?"

"Because I'm a Malfoy, and a Black, but most importantly, I'm your son."

She said nothing, just held me tighter, and I hugged her back lovingly. This may be my second life, but I love her all the same.

When I got back to Malfoy Manor from Diagon Alley, I had to sort my thoughts together. I was a grown-up guy in my 20s, in my previous life, I'm now a child. Quite frankly, that didn't really unnerve me. What unnerved me was the relationship I had with my parents in this life.

My Father is a strict man, who, from what I could gather, doesn't believe as staunchly into the Pureblood dogma as I thought. He instead believed in the superiority of the Malfoy name, and I could see how he came to that conclusion, after all, we had more money than the yearly Ministerial budget. But still, I know that he was a willing Death Eater, there must be some part of him that subscribes to it and bore further thought.

My Mother on the other hand, she is perfection given form. She is smart, beautiful, cunning, intelligent, and whenever she walked into a room, she commanded attention as she was simply better than everyone else.

Every child has a favourite parent. I was no exception. Pre-Merge Draco may have preferred his father, he got respect from the ministry, he has the ear of the minister, he is richer than everyone else, but me? I preferred my mother. She was the power behind my father. From the memories I have, she manipulated father so brilliantly that he never even knew it.

Coming back to my present, I stepped onto the train with two sycophants behind me, and the world in front of me.

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