CH 1: New World and New Body

Notes: This work will be mostly about the sexual themes, especially on the darker side such as domination and manipulation. If you don't like such themes, you shouldn't read. And lemons, lots and lots of lemons.

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What would you do if you died, courtesy of a drunk truck driver, and instead of waking up in hell or fading into blackness forever, you found yourself in another body. What if that body belonged to a familiar fictional character, facing the biggest decision of his life.

For me, the answer was simple. When I suddenly found myself in Draco Malfoy's body, standing in front of a robed, bearded figure that his new body's memories identified as Dumbledore, about to witness one of the most important events of the history of this world. A moment I recognized easily as the climax moment of the Half-Blood Prince.

I barely needed to think before a shout of Expelliarmus left my lips and a red light smashed him, making Elder Wand fly away uncontrollably. However, I suspect the reason why I did wasn't the same with what most others would. Some, I assume, would do to keep Dumbledore's plan intact, while others would do in a weird attempt to keep the timeline stable so they could predict what would happen next.

Me, I wanted the possession and allegiance of the strongest wand of the world. I barely paid attention to Dumbledore's subsequent begging about the light side, nor I paid much attention to Snape's anguish as he tried to gather his courage to kill his mentor. My whole attention was to cast two spells without someone noticing, happy that Draco's skills were available for me. First, a switching spell, switching Draco's old wand and Elder Wand, causing a comfortable warmth to spread in my body as soon as I held it in between my fingers. With the possession of the Elder Wand, the second spell was ridiculously easy, transforming the shape of my old wand to Elder Wand, and putting an illusion on the Elder Wand to make it look like my own wand. And just like that, I had the possession of the strongest wand in the world.

My body moved automatically during the escape, my mind busy with the possibilities afforded by the situation I found myself in. The future was filled with promises…

After the escape, I had found myself in front of Voldemort and Death Eaters. I must admit that I was a bit fearful. Despite the presence of Death Stick, I wasn't stupid enough to assume I could fight against him, especially when a significant part of the Death Eaters were waiting in the corner. Thankfully, Snape's 'heroic' success was enough to take the spotlight, reducing me to a decoration. Draco might have been unhappy with that development, but it suited my aims perfectly. I strongly doubted that the occlumency ability I had inherited from Draco was strong enough hide the fact that a different consciousness currently occupied the body they once called Draco.

The ceremony held in honor of Snape's success continued with no sign of stopping, looking like it would go for hours. I was glad, because it made even easier for me to fade into the shadows and depart the event. I walked towards Draco's room, wanting to stay alone while I tested the limits of my newfound abilities.

I was surprised to realize that Draco never, not even once, tried to test the limits of the magic, restricting his peak to a few flashy spells taught by his father and the cantrips he learned in Hogwarts. What a waste, he had the power to rewrite the reality and shape others to his will, and the only thing he exerted his power was to humiliate and bully people in the school. Such a sad loss of potential. Of course, I had no intention of limiting myself like that. The word was my oyster.

I gone through several spells, conjurations, transfigurations and combat hexes, all flowing through my wand effortlessly. I wasn't sure about the reason, maybe it was the Elder Wand that made the difference, maybe it was the difference in perception and understanding coming from dying and resurrecting in a different body, but the spells I have tried worked much better compared to Draco's earlier tries. I smiled, more power was always a nice thing. Still, even with the upgrade, I was aware that the power I possessed paled compared to Voldemort's and now deceased Dumbledore's. A detail that I'll fix as soon as possible. I had no intention of living under the whims of a madman.

Then, the door opened without knocking and someone walked inside. A blond, pretty woman very familiar to Draco Malfoy, considering she was his mother. If Draco had been still in possession of his body, he would have felt relief to see the one person that loved him unconditionally. Me, I felt apprehension, because I didn't believe I could act good enough to convince Narcissa, even with the full set of memories I had access to.

"Are you okay my son," she said, the concern clear in her tone, seeping through her distanced demeanor.

It took a significant bit of effort to keep a satisfied smile off my face. With the level of concern she had, she would most likely dismiss any detail that didn't match as another effect coming from the stress of his failure. It wasn't a bad guess to be honest, working uninterrupted for the whole year to kill Dumbledore, only to fail in the last minute would have been devastating for Draco. It was convenient that he was gone forever. "I'm okay, mum," I said, trying to sound depressive as much as possible. It was in my benefit for her to think I was depressed, she would be concerned about how to fix my behavior changes instead of trying to notice every little difference.

She said nothing, just wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. Draco would have felt comforted, but me, feeling her bountiful breasts just under my chin, her smell filling my nose… I was beset by a wave of arousal, not a surprise, considering I was being hugged by one of the most amazing MILF's I had the pleasure meeting. The temptation was strong. Despite the risk, I was unable to prevent myself from putting my hands in a place dangerously close to her bottom, three of my fingers resting on her plumpness. She stiffened momentarily as I pulled her even closer, smashing her breasts to my chest, but no word of protest left her mouth as she gently caressed my back in a misguided attempt to console.