Summary
As a spy to the order, he knew of their imminent betrayal. Draco did not fool himself, the war has certainly taught him not to. A dark wizard such as himself, executed, will not raise any concern. The fact is, when you are pushed into another world without being told as to why, you know there's a catch, a big one.
Warnings: Character deaths, trauma and mental issues, complicated plot, and minor sexuality talks. Additionally, silly running gags, my always running mouth at the end of a chapter, and my fangirling.
Prologue
They forced bindings on him, silenced him, and did not let him vouch for himself or cast a fair trial. Yet he never kneeled, for one thing Malfoys didn't do was kneel for anyone. He glares at the new ministr of magic, Shacklebolt, as the unspeakables were pushing him directly to the veil.
"You should have run away when you had the chance Malfoy." One of them said, no he shouldn't, he knew he was innocent, he didn't even have the dark mark. Yet they all cornered him, no one admitted that he had helped, if it weren't for his mother saving Potter, and for the information he and his godfather passed, the wizard world would have been dead by now.
There was a commotion and he turned his head to find a glimpse of messy black hair, his eyes now anchored at the new intruders brought a smile to his face as he found that at least one person believed in him. He narrowed his eyes however, as he spotted a curly brunette hair as well, they were trying to pass the unspeakables.
"He's innocent!" He heard the male yell, he snorted. These wizards will never admit it, they wanted the dark wizards dead, his blood line was steeped with it, and this is the perfect opportunity to rid of the last blood of the Black and Malfoy family, for it was rightfully his with his coming of age.
"Save it Potter, I'll see you all at the other side sooner or later." He yells back only to be shoved at the back, making the blond growl at the unspeakable. Said wizard smirked maliciously, making the blond grit his teeth.
"You pride yourselves as light wizard, yet your acts speak of evil. Light does not mean good, and the dark does not mean evil, yet you are too blinded to see." He whispered harshly, he looks back at the veil still hearing the struggles at the back as Potter and Granger tried to get close.
He smiled sadly, to think his family died for these fools. With one push he fell into the gate. Yells were heard, he turns to see a bag flying at him and Granger yelling. Wand outstretched, her elbow probably denting the unspeakble's face as he tries to detain her.
"Declare yourself innocent! The spirits will save you!"
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His eye lids open up, he looks down and finds the same leather bag that Potter threw at him making him crunch his nose a bit with disgust. Potter still didn't have any sense of style. He sat up and looked around, the only thing viewable was the mist.
He sighs as he straps the leather bag to himself and stands up. His black slacked legs seem to groan against it. He grunts and stood up, not believing what just happened.
"Great, real great Draco, you managed to land yourself in limbo didn't you. This place is purgatory, and now you're stuck here for all eternity."
"Not necessarily." A very soft yet strong voice said, he jumps and turns around to face a black clad hooded figure standing behind him. He was obviously male even though the only thing that was visible of his form were his very pale, paler than his own, hands holding onto a weapon that made Draco cringe.
"So, when am I going to hell." He said, not asked. The hooded figure tilted his – Its? – head in question.
"What do you mean going to hell, you were not meant to die as of yet." He said, Draco's eyes perked up and looked at him widely. "Excuse me?"
"You, Draco Lucius Malfoy, are not supposed to be dead, in fact, this was a step in plan laid out by the three sisters of fate. I am here to retrieve you and to move you to your destined life." The mysterious man said. Now that Draco had some time in its presence, he concluded that it was none other than death. He glares incredulously at the being.
"What's the catch?" he demands, much like his usual self, only with more well placed confidence shown now instead of the smug air of a spoiled brat. Draco was now a grown young man who has witnessed too much to return to his old childish self and act so unbecoming.
"You will stay here until you declare the truth."
"Wha-?" He splutters. What? What did Death mean by that? What truth?
"You will not go anywhere, until you say the truth. The person before you who passed the veil didn't need to state the truth for it was his time to go. As he was innocent, he was not sent to hell." The man – it is a being not a man – rasps out.
"You are innocent. The veil has been created for execution and it was well known for humanity to feel greed or make mistakes, so there is a mechanism when an innocent falls. You must state the truth." He said, Draco stares at him for a while then remembers what Granger says.
"Declare yourself innocent! The spirits will save you!"
"I am innocent." He exclaimed, the dark man just stared at him, and Draco could have sworn that Death raised a brow. "This could be considered a trail Mr Malfoy."
"Oh, excuse me," He checked his pockets not to find anything but brightened up when he looked through the bags, his wand was there, the ebony and thestral haired one. He took it out and started taking his oath.
"I, Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy-Black, do here by declare myself innocent in front of the spirit of Death with the approval of magic, so mote it be." The wand emitted light from its peak so bright, it blinded the blond for a few seconds.
He blinks letting his arm drops and rubbed his eyes with the other. He looks up at the creature above him, waiting for the judgement.
"I, the spirit of Death, with magic as witness, and the three sisters of fate as co-judges, do hereby declare you Draco Malfoy as innocent, thus mote it be." Instead of the light that emitted from his wand, he felt tendrils of coldness wash over him from the scythe, making Draco shudder inside.
"It is unfortunate, for there are neither wizards nor witches where I am about to send you. It is for the better I suppose, your real inheritance would have caused more commotion than what originally occurred." The being lamented.
The last thing he saw was the scythe going to slice his neck.
AN: I always wanted a fic where Draco is pretty much stranded and alone as the only magic user alive. I wanted to see if he will be alright, will he break? Will he rise? That type of thing. So why not write it yourself if no one else will?
Yes he is tossed into the world of Marvels, not Cinematic Marvel, more of a mix between movie!verse and the comic!verse, because both are awesome! Also, this fic has multiple cross overs, sometimes it's not notable, sometimes it's glaringly obvious. I'll probably say it when it happens.
Update: I'm proof reading myself. So sorry for anyone who's been waiting for a new chapter, I just had my final exams and am not satisfied with my grammar, some wordings and glaring plot holes. Sorry for any inconvenience. 11th of May, 2016.