CH-1: The Man-Who-Died

Disclaimer: I'm definitely not one of those Potterheads and my knowledge about Harry Potter is a mix between the books and Movies.

Enjoy at your own risk.

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I didn't expect to die at the age of 28. It was the pinnacle of my life.

Sure, I had ended a few lives, swindled hundreds of thousands of people, led numerous young rebels into Satanism, and transformed them into my suicide squads.

But none of it justifies why I had 32 bullets penetrating my pristine body.

It was completely unwarranted.

I was prepared to surrender peacefully.

I have no idea why the FBI would gun me down in the middle of the street, and then it hit me.

Of course, how could I forget that I had just threatened the President with the skeletons he had concealed, most of them being young girls, not that I cared a bit.

But I guess I underestimated just how much of a fool he was, which resulted in me bleeding out on the road.

I'm sure he's going to find himself in significant trouble a few hours later.

Anyway, when I finally realized I was beyond the point of salvation, I expected to open my eyes in the fiery pits of hell or worse, find myself in front of a lecturing Morgan Freeman in a white robe.

But instead, I woke up in a crib, with a warm blanket enveloping me.

My inquisitive eyes roamed around as I gazed at the white chandelier and silver-plated adornments all over the ceiling with artistic designs etched into them.

I wanted to move my limbs but was unable to.

I tried to squirm out of the blanket but felt exceptionally feeble, and my best effort only lasted for 2 seconds, leaving me fatigued.

Suddenly something moved in the corner of my eye. I blinked down and looked at the figure as it started to approach me.

The moment my eyes landed on it, I knew it was not human; its skin was gray, almost white, and it had bat-like ears and bulging green eyes as large as a tennis ball.

"What the hell?!" is what I wanted to say, but instead, what came out of my mouth was. "Wahhhh haaa haa!"

I've witnessed my fair share of unsettling things, but this takes the crown, without a doubt.

"Young master has awoken." The... whatever that was said with a touch of delight on its face.

"Missy, give him to me." I heard a female voice from the back, but I couldn't turn my head away from the creature.

I froze as I locked eyes with it. It snapped its fingers, and suddenly, I found myself lifted up from the bed. Without anything holding me, I was hovering in the air.

Panic began to settle in my heart as I feared I was going to fall, but someone reached out and caught me in their gentle hands.

My eyes involuntarily moved towards my holder; she had cradled me in her arms. The woman before me had long, dark hair with streaks of blonde on the side. Her eyes were as black as the night itself, and the clear exhaustion on her face did nothing to hide her beauty.

At this moment, I had only one thing I could say.

'...Smash.'

Jokes aside, I was fairly certain that I had somehow become a baby, as the woman began to hum a lullaby to me while I was contemplating my situation.

Judging by my surroundings and the creature I had just witnessed, not to mention the fact that it had suddenly made me fly, I came to the conclusion that this was a fantasy world.

While I was lost in my thoughts, I heard a door creak open, and somebody walked in. His footsteps were loud and distinct, yet he had a poised stance. He looked fairly old, maybe in his seventies, and he was portly, not obese. He had a short, sharp goatee with a twirled-up mustache, all in white.

"Abraxas," said the woman with a tone of respect as she looked at the old man.

The old man simply nodded in approval before his eyes slowly drifted down to the figure she was holding.

He reached out for the baby, and she passed me without hesitation.

"Aye," the old man said, holding me with utmost care, a grin forming as he locked his eyes on me. "This one's a Malfoy, true and true, I tell ya."

As soon as he said it, he gently returned me to what I presumed to be my new mother. While he did so, my mind was racing.

'Did he just say Malfoy?'

"Has that brat visited him yet?" The old man asked with a gritty tone.

A silence lingered for a moment before my mother answered.

"Lucius has been busy."

"I tell ya! He's lost his damn mind!" His voice thundered into the room, causing my sensitive eardrums to ache so much that I couldn't help but cry out.

"Ohh, sorry, little one!" He suddenly changed his tone, much like that of a child, and snatched me from her. He placed me against his chest and hummed the same song she had been humming a moment ago, while swaying very slowly.

His hands patted my back gently, and once the pain in my ears subsided and I stopped crying, he began to whisper his words while I was still resting on his chest.

"Is he still out there, pillaging villages and taking lives for that madman's cause?" Abraxas asked with a tired sigh of disappointment. "Not even here to visit his own son after three days of his birth."

Just as he finished speaking, Missy returned swiftly, her large eyes locking onto the older man in recognition, and she gave him a bow. "Lord Abraxas."

"What is it?" He asked.

"Lord Malfoy has returned to the manor," Missy reported before retreating to a corner.

"He's finally here, eh?" Abraxas gritted his teeth as he handed me back to my mother and turned towards the door with a scowl on his face.

A moment later, a tall man walked into the room. His long hair fell to his back, blonde to the point of almost being white. His face was sharply defined, with an even sharper nose, and his steel-gray eyes swept through the room before settling on the woman, then the older man, and finally the bundle in his wife's hands.

He strode towards her with his head held high, his cane tapping on the floor. He didn't seem to be bothered by the glare Abraxas, his father, was sending his way. Instead, he simply moved closer to the woman.

"Cissy?" Lucius placed his cane against her bed and looked down at me. His eyes, which had been cold when he first entered the room, were now devoid of that coldness and replaced by a hint of nervousness and excitement.

She gave him a smile and passed me to him.

"He looks like me," Lucius muttered as he held me delicately, as if I were a bird's nest—too soft and fragile. "But he has your eyes."

"Well, it's only a problem if he has your brains, isn't it?" Abraxas quipped. Lucius shot him a glare before turning his attention back to me.

"Have you named him yet?" He asked gently, so as not to disturb my quietness.

"No, I was waiting for you to name him," she replied.

He nodded and fell silent for a moment before speaking.

"Draco Abraxas Cygnus Malfoy," he announced.

"Your naming sense never fails to amuse me," Abraxas remarked sarcastically, sporting a smirk.

Lucius passed me back to his wife and turned towards the old man.

"What are you doing here, father?"

"Well, unlike a certain goblin pea-brained son of mine, I do actually care about my family members."

"I was occupied."

"Of course, carrying out your 'Master's' orders like a loyal dog." The old man emphasized the words and spoke with venom in his voice. "You are tarnishing the Malfoy name."

"Let's discuss this elsewhere," Lucius suggested, his eyes briefly glancing in my direction, echoing Abraxas's gaze.

"Very well."

As both men exited the room, a quiet yawn escaped my mouth. I suppose that's the extent of my wakefulness for now.

My eyes gently closed as my new mother placed me in the crib once again, my thoughts wandering as I quietly pondered whether I had somehow found myself in a certain franchise world with a lightning scar on the forehead.

—--

It took exactly three days of reconfirming evidence to convince me that I was indeed in the world of Harry Potter.

To be honest, it's a bit strange being a baby. I'm half-asleep for most of the day and completely asleep for the rest. I can barely keep my eyes open for a few minutes every few hours before dozing off again.

From what I've gathered from the few conversations I've managed to overhear between my new father and mother.

The First Wizarding War is on the brink of a major turning point due to a prophecy about the downfall of the Dark Lord.

If my calculations are correct, Harry is due to be born at the end of July, and Voldemort will meet his demise on Halloween when Harry is just over a year old.

This means the war will come to an end in about a year and a half.

I know from the films that Lucius Malfoy's reputation takes a significant hit following the supposed demise of Voldemort and the consequences stemming from his involvement in the inner circle of Death Eaters.

To be honest, if I can, I'd like to change that because once you've fallen out of favor with the public, it's exceedingly difficult to regain their trust.

The Malfoys have always been staunch proponents of pure-blood supremacy, which would make this an even greater challenge.

However, I won't be able to do anything about it for the next two years since I have absolutely no control over my motor coordination skills.

Being a baby with an adult mind, knowing the future but unable to alter it, this is going to be an incredibly frustrating challenge.

—--

[1 Year Later][July 1981]

The past year has been excruciatingly painful. For the first few months, all I could do was shit.

But the situation has somewhat improved now. I can finally stand and walk a few seconds and mumble vague words like 'Mama' and 'Dada.'

I plan on potty training myself as soon as I get the hang of controlling my bowel movements. Although the House elf Missy is more than happy to handle the dirty work, I still feel a bit uneasy leaving my ass unprotected in the care of a creature I barely know.

Regarding the Malfoy family dynamics, I've grasped them quite easily. My father, Lucius, spends most of his time away from the house due to the ongoing battle between Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix.

The Ministry of Magic is also hot on their trail. However, the Order of the Phoenix doesn't target the families of Death Eaters, considering their goody-two-shoes reputation, so I don't have to worry about that.

I remember that Lucius once hosted a gathering for the Death Eaters at Malfoy Manor just a few weeks after my birth, and he proudly showed me off to his fellow Lords.

I was a bit concerned about encountering Baldy so soon, but it seems that he's keeping a low profile after the Prophecy.

While Lucius is occupied with his faltering crusade, I spend most of my time with my mother. Her daily schedule is mostly dedicated to taking care of me, and she rarely leaves the manor.

She did take me to a tea gathering with the wives of the Death Eater Lords once, but I quickly gathered that she didn't really enjoy spending time with them. Since then, I've mostly stayed at home.

I'm aware that the dynamics of this war are about to undergo a significant shift very soon.

—--

[1 Year Later][June 1982]

I was celebrating my 2nd birthday and the demise of the Dark Lord. But the atmosphere in the room suggests that I'm the only one rejoicing.

The Ministry and Dumbledore were closely monitoring the Malfoys, and Lucius had to maintain his routines without arousing suspicion. My birthday was one such occasion.

It wasn't even a grand celebration; only close family members were present in the room, along with Severus Snape. I'm quite certain Lucius named him my Godfather solely to counter the Ministry's allegations of his bias against Half-Bloods and Muggle-Borns.

"Uncle Snoop!" I exclaimed with feigned joy as Snape held me at arm's length, as if I were a ticking time bomb. Well, if I'm inhabiting a child's body, I might as well play the part.

"Weird creatures." He muttered, his perpetual frown firmly in place.

"He's just a baby." Narcissa replied, suppressing a chuckle as she observed the way Snape was holding me.

"Still strange."

"Enough of that, let's wrap this up quickly," Lucius entered the room, adjusting his suit.

They all gathered for a photograph, with Snape holding me in his arms. In a flash of light, my birthday celebrations came to an end.

Lucius gifted me a set of magical figurines that would dance in various styles whenever I looked at them.

Snape presented me with a Beginner's Potion-making kit, which my mother promptly confiscated as soon as he handed it over.

As soon as they concluded the formalities, Lucius and Snape left the manor. Malfoy was preoccupied with overseeing the Ministry and his plans to influence the choice of the Minister of Magic, which involved a lot of political maneuvering.

Left to my own thoughts, I still couldn't sense any sort of magical aura around me in these two years. I could only hope that my transmigration hadn't turned Draco into a Squib.

The truth is, I still had no understanding of how magic really operated. To comprehend the intricacies of magic, I needed access to knowledge, yet most of the books Narcissa read to me were tales of Merlin and various historical magical events.

Let's hope my magical adventures begin soon or I am in deep trouble.