Stalking into the room, he turned, letting his majestic curls lie flat on his shoulder. The striking man turned to his friend and whispered, "I really do lov-"

"CUT!"

Welcome to a director's world.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so so sorry, sir, I never-"

Draco droned out from his assistant's droning voice of apologies. He had to smirk, though. He had sent out a script just to amuse the actors. Well, amuse himself.

All around him, he could see that his chosen actors were blanching at the the thought of acting their parts of what really happened to Harrison James Potter during the war.

Draco Lucius Malfoy all but laughed as he saw his assistant, what's-her-face name, blushing as the his actors practiced their scenes.

"Put some more umph into those emotions there, Yarly, picture yourself really being in love with him!" he snickered as he saw her face. Early was playing the Weaslette. The "lover" of the Boy-Who's-Really-Dark. but that's not how he would be portrayed in the movie. No no, Draco was doing a alternate reality of the Savior's life. A life where Harry was actually Light, his parents died (along with all his friends), he was depressed, a Gryffindor (Draco barged at the idea), and where he was the enemy (BAHAHA) of the Dark Lord Voldemort. What an idea, no?

Sitting down in his relax room, he all but laughed at the show he was putting on for the Wizarding World. Draco wondered on how he thought of this.

Oh. Yea. He remembered.

Draco had met up with Harry, one of his closest friends, and they chatted and reminisced the good old days of the war. Before Harry had conquered the Light side, killed Voldemort, married Blaise Zabini, and ruled as supreme ruler with Voldemort, or Tom as everyone called him now.

Good times, Draco thought, good times.

"Pull yourself together Finnigan! I want to see you with that flaming Irish spirit of yours!"

Ahh, Draco Malfoy sure did love his life.