DISCLAIMER-I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
The last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
To Draco Malfoy- I give my personal pocket watch, for in times of war, some deserve a second chance. Use it well.
The minister of Magic handed me the golden pocket watch, for which I was clearly confused why I was even receiving it. Why would Dumbledore leave me anything, let alone a bloody pocket watch! Did he know I was trying to kill him?
The minister left, and I went to my rooms, looking at the strange watch. A second chance. I thought about it. Why would I deserve a second chance at anything? I was a failure. I was a death eater, however unwilling. I had tried to kill Dumbledore himself, and did lead him to his death. I was a terrible person, and I knew I didn't deserve a second chance at anything.
But if I could have just one, I would wish to go back to when I was eleven years old, before the teachings of my father could take their hold on me. When the brightest witch of the age was just a girl, not a Mudblood. When I was innocent.
I rubbed my finger across the golden plate, a picture of a phoenix. It strangely started to glow a bright blue and I tried to let go, but I couldn't. I felt a sickening pain run through my body, and I felt my eyes close on their own accord. Then there was black.
I opened my eyes, feeling strangely rested, though it only felt like minutes. I was in my bed, the blankets strewn over me. I rubbed my eyes and stood up, brushing off my clothes as I walked to the lavatory. I was wearing pajamas, which confused me because I hadn't changed from my black suit, that I remembered of. My whole room looked bigger, my bed, my dressers. Strange.
I walked into the lavatory still rubbing my eyes from the lighting change. I looked into the mirror and screamed loudly. I looked back in the mirror and screamed again! I was looking at the eleven year old version of myself! I brought my hand to my face and started touching it. I simply could not believe it was real. Was this a dream? Some trickery? Was that pocket watch cursed?
"Draco? Draco, darling, are you alright?" I heard my mothers voice from outside my room. I walked quickly over to the door and opened it, watching my mother tumble inside. I looked at her, she looked much younger, healthier, her black and blonde hair cascading in waves down her back. She looked almost happy. I hadn't seen her like this in years! "Are you alright, I heard you scream? Look at you, you aren't even dressed yet, we need to be at platform 9 3/4 in less than an hour! You can't miss the train on your first day to hogwarts!"
Today was my first day at Hogwarts? Bloody hell, what had the pocket watch done, made me time travel? Second chance. "I- sorry mother, I slept in." I said sheepishly, not knowing exactly what to say.
"Well go on then, we need to be a Madame Malkins in 20 minutes!" She said laughing as she walked out of the door. I looked at my eleven year old self again, unbelievingly, and started to get dressed. I was out the door in ten minutes, waking down the stairs to meet my mother. I had disregarded my hair gel, remembering how awful it used to look, instead leaving my silky blonde locks styled nicely to the side.
"Oh there you are, you look nice, my dragon. No hair gel today?" My mother asked as she lead me over to the floo. The manor looked bright and happy, not grey and gloomy as I remembered when he was occupying it.
"I believe I may want a hair cut, mother." I said honestly. I didn't want my hair long like my fathers.
"I thought you wanted it long, like your father?" She said almost shocked. If this was all real, I wanted to be nothing like my father.
"No, I don't." I said coldly. She nodded, while looking at me in confusion. We stepped into the floo, the green flames engulfing us as we spun around, landing in the fire place of Madame Malkin's. I began to chose my new robes, like I had remembered, and stood on the podium, watching as a young Harry Potter walked up to stand on the podium beside me. This is my second chance.
"Hello." The boy said looking over at me.
"Hello. First time to Hogwarts as well?" I said, though I already knew the answer.
"Yes." He responded shyly.
"Me too. I'm Draco." I said smiling, reaching out my hand for him to shake. He looked at it for a second before smiling back up at me, shaking my hand as well.
"I'm Harry, nice to meet you." He said before Madame Malkin came back with both of our sets of robes.
"What else do you need to get?" I asked, knowing where my next stop was already.
"I need... A wand." He said, looking back at his letter.
"Me as well. I was just heading to Olivanders, want to join me?" I said, knowing I was doing what I needed to do to make him a friend. If this was my second chance, I was going to make things right. I was going to be on the right side, with real friends.
"Yeah, sure! Just let me go tell Hagrid!" He said before running out of the shop to the half-giant waiting outside.
I walked outside and he was already waiting for me. I checked the time on the old pocket watch, It was half past 10 already. We needed to hurry.
"Hagrid said the train leaves at exactly 11 o'clock." Harry said, motioning to my watch. I closed it and put it back in my pocket.
"It's half ten now, we need to hurry." I said before running down the alley to Olivander's.
We walked inside and the old man slid over to us on a ladder.
"Ah, I wondered when I might be seeing you, mister Potter. And a young mister Malfoy as well, what a pleasant surprise." The old man said, before walking off to get two boxes. He sat them down in front of us, and I opened mine immediately. I knew already it wasn't my wand, but I waved it anyways, making a pile of books fall over. Harry waved his and shattered a vase.
"Nope. Let's see. Ah for you Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Potter, I wonder." He mumbled the last part before setting down the boxes in front of us. I opened mine and immediately felt at peace. It was my wand. I felt a glow around me and smiled. I had my 10" Hawthorn with Unicorn hair core.
Harry watched as I got my wand and he opened his box, holding up one slightly longer than mine. The glow enveloped him as well.
"Curious. Very curious." Olivander said to himself.
"I'm sorry sir, but what's curious?" Harry asked the man.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter, and it just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand gave another feather, just one other. It's curious that you be destined for this wand when its brother, gave you that scar." Olivander told him. So it was true, Harry's wand and voldemorts wand were connected.
"And who owned that wand?" Harry asked curiously. Potter didn't know about Voldemort yet?
"We do not speak his name, but I assure you both that it is clear, you are destined for great things." We turned around when we heard a tapping on the glass. Hagrid and my mother were waiting outside for us.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" Hagrid yelled as he handed Harry a large cage with the snowy white owl in it. It was his birthday?
"Draco, darling, are you going to introduce your new friend?" My mother asked as she handed me my books.
"Mother, this is Harry Potter, Harry, this is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy." I said formally. She looked at me for a moment in shock at me befriending Harry potter before extending her hand to the young boy to shake.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy." He said nervously shaking her hand.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Potter." She smiled sweetly.
POSTING SPREE! Once again, I apologize if these new stories Im posting have mistakes or if they are written strangely. I found my file of all my old stories I've written over the years and decided to post them. Why not, right?