Tuesday, October 21, 2008 – Thursday, August 25, 2011
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights reserved for the actual author (whose name I forgot).
Harry was born a Malfoy, not a Potter. He was adopted into the Potter family when they saw him at a muggle orphanage. They did a blood ritual on Harry and renamed him.
"There is no Harry Potter..! He never existed and never will! Thank Merlin for that! With the way you treat a presumed savior, I wouldn't wish for him to exist at all!"
"If there is no Harry Potter, then who in the name of Salazar are you?"
"I'm just a mirror to replicate this, ideal, you idiotic people have going for you! If you expect a savior who'll take your bullshit one moment and then praises the next, you people are more daft than I thought! It'd take a miracle, dear cousin, and I don't particularly believe in miracles," he spat.
"How dare you call me your cousin," sniffed Draco.
"Exactly that. I would have been the heir to the Malfoy fortune had my father not been considered as unfit to carry on our bloodline." He relaxed his posture as the image of Harry Potter faded away, leaving a softly curled-haired blond with gray eyes and aristocratic features in his place. The air around him calmed from its crackling intensity into a cold and icy atmosphere.
"I am Jonathan Cicero Malfoy and I resign my post as Harry James Potter. My mission has already been accomplished, but it seems that the British Wizarding World wants me to finish theirs. I shall not be a slave to any one person. This society can rot for all I care." With that last statement, Jonathan Cicero Malfoy stalked out of the Great Hall, out of Hogwarts, out of the anti-apparation wards, and apparated away.
Omake 1 O.o
"If there is no Harry Potter, then who in the name of Salazar are you?"
"There is no need for me to tell you. You are below my station."
Omake 2 o.O
"If there is no Harry Potter, then who in the name of Salazar are you?"
" I am Jonathan Cicero Malfoy, heir to the throne of Animalia Kingdom, and you, have trespassed your line, peasant."
Author's Note: I hope no one is pissed at me for writing a story like this. If it sounds familiar, all I can say is that we authors bounce ideas off each other like bunnies in heat. Lots of stories are similar to each other. Besides, I've finally just finished this story after almost three years since I started it. I just looked at it today (08-25-11), read it, edited it, and voila! Complete! ...Except that I messed it up, deleting over half the story on accident (I didn't notice!) and saving it only to open it up to see that over half the story was gone. So! I had to get the original unfinished story from a different computer, bring it to the laptop that I type on, re-edit it, and voila! Now I'm done! =.='