AN: Hey guys! So um… Is this one of those times where everyone leaves me? Why? I'm lonely… Please come back… Umm… Until you come back I'll just keep writing... Oh! And while I am a guy I do sometimes have girly thoughts! So if this story gets very girly don't go assuming I'm a woman! I am male! I just have a delicate feminine side as well.

You would think that being crushed under a building would sent you to the afterlife's infirmary or something before being sent to wherever wouldn't you? Well not me! I got reborn, and in a world that is famous! Woo… Yay… All that jazz, I wasn't reborn in Sailor Moon, Lucky star, Lord of the Rings, Star wars… No. I was reborn, in Harry Potter. Cue Jazz hands and Voldemort shouting Avada kedavra at said jazz hands. And guess who I was reborn as! Maybe, a random character? Ron? Drakey? Tom!? No. I was reborn… As the twin sister, to Draco Malfoy. And I'm male… Yes, this means I am technically uh… What's the word again? Transgender? I don't remember… But I'm technically that… So then! This is going to be… Fun?

Oh my god… End my life! Or my brothers would be preferred! We're freaking five and he's already an arrogant little shit! He already knows how to swagger as well, WHY CAN HE SWAGGER ALREY?! I'd call it youthful playing but… Lucius, or Dad, is fucking encouraging it! Why is he encouraging it!?

It's part of the reason I prefer to spend time with Mum since she had a brain in her skull. I think it helps we're both girls, even if I'm a 19 year old guy in a five year old girls body, that's counting the years adding onto the age my new body is of course, wait does this mean I'm… Nevermind! Plus I look more like a Black than a Malfoy, with the dark hair, but my eyes are different, see I have heterochromia, the complete kind since there's different types, and my eye colours are weird, my left one is a brilliant green, which everyone says is like Lily Potters, it's a bit of a sore spot actually, and my right eye is hot pink, yes I said Hot Pink, no I don't know why… And I don't want to know.

"Sit up and pay attention!"

I yelped as a stinging hex hit me in the stomach, glaring at mum annoyed.

"Pay attention Virgo, you're going to be head of house Black one day, even when you marry!" She told me annoyed.

I had my doubts though, there would be no way in any universe that Sirius would let a Malfoy be in charge of his Family or have his fortune, not when Harry would be able to get it. Not that I cared of course, I didn't want it and if I had it my way I'd get Sirius out of Prison… But I don't know how to do that. Oh well!

And yes, my name is Virgo, like the Celestial Spirit from Fairy Tail, I was a nerd before I was reborn ok?

I shook my head slightly and focused on the lesson before mum could sting me again.

"I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaate these! They're so boring!" I whined kicking my feet on the table I was sat on.

I was seven now and, as custom in the wizarding world apparently, my parents had thrown us a party to celebrate blah blah blah magic blah blah blah tuned it out to sort my hair out. Of course since we were Purebloods, the party was mostly full of politicians or 'imperiused' Death Eaters, *Cough* Bribes *Cough* or both… Meaning I was very, very, very bored and had nobody to talk to. And over the seven years of being a girl I had… Adapted, my past life more of a memory or a story than something that really happened… And it turned out, when that happens, and I get bored as a little girl… I get very annoying… There was Draco to talk to but he was basically bending over backwards for attention as the Malfoy Heir, I was avoiding him like the plague, or makeup. Yeah I was approached by a couple of suck ups and some creeps that creeped me out, like the guy that was clearly a child rapist, as in he tried to rape me… Needless to say I kicked him in the sack and got him away from me, fast, but other than that I was alone…

"I agree completely." Said a voice from behind me, impressive since I was on a table in a corner, I turned my head and found myself looking at a girl about my age, with olive skin, black hair, sharp features and a shapely figure that I was a little jealous of, I mean we're seven and she looks like that!? It's not fair! "You're Virgo Malfoy, right?" The girl asked as I tried to get over my jealousy, "I'm Blaise Zabini, a pleasure." Huh… Looks like there were some changes to the Potterverse story, other than my inclusion that is, like Blaise being a girl here… It raised the question, what else was different…

"That's correct." I said as politely as possible. "It's nice to meet you Zabini. So, what can I do for you?" I asked with a hidden grin under a mask of a polite young girl.

"You looked as bored as me, so I thought I'd join you." She explained.

I nodded and she sat on the table next to me as we sat in silence, watching the party unfold.

It turned out meeting Blaise was the only good thing in the stupid party. Through her I met some of the other neutral families, who were actually smart! While lights said they were for muggles they looked at them like one would look a pet, or a curiosity… Greys were actually willing to look at muggles and see they didn't use horses to get around, sure they weren't the best but they would learn!

I also gained some new friends so I didn't have to spend time with Draco and his boyfriends, I mean, friends… They were Blaise, obvs, Tracy Davis, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass and… Take a deep breathe here Undertale fans, Chara Dreemurr. Sure Chara was spelt Kyara and was female but still… Her parents were even Goat animagi… What really freaked me out though was that they looked… Well…

Daphne was already quite the looker, with an angular face that suited her stern attitude, long dark blue tinted hair and blue eyes with rather thick eyebrows. She was extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted, even at the young age of seven. In other words, give her a school, a katana and a uniform made of life fibers and you'd have a dead ringer for Satsuki Kiryuin.

Not helping matters was the fact that Astoria had mid-length black hair, blue eyes and tended to wear a red collared shirt with a white skirt and white shoes. She was fierce, stubborn and refused point blank to give up, no matter what. Give her a red highlight in her fringe and a scissor blade and you'd have Ryuko.

Fortunately, Tracy wasn't anything like a character from Kill la Kill, thank god. Instead, she had short, blond hair with two long bangs that frame the sides of her head and golden eyes. She was a very relaxed, upbeat and cheerful person and had a complete lack of ladylike manners that often served to drive Daphne around the twist.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Kyara was the same as the Genocide run Chara. She was sadistic at times, violent, and really fun to mess around with whenever she plotted something!

I don't think I've ever been gladder for a birthday to come than this life's 11th. Oh don't get me wrong, growing up in a Wizarding household was extremely interesting, but it also meant that I had to spend time with Draco, who was getting worse. While him mimicking dad was tolerable when we were younger, we were now at an age where you'd think he'd be able to think for himself. But, as I had expected, he was still spewing Pureblood bullshit philosophy and even had the nerve to accuse me of being a 'blood traitor' because I enjoyed spending time in the local Muggle town, they had really nice dresses ok?! That had been a fun argument as I completely demolished every argument he made with precision. These days he settled for snide comments and being a prick.

Fortunately, the arrival of our Hogwarts letters and subsequent shopping trip meant that I could get away from the little turd for a few hours and I jumped at the chance, suggesting that we should split up to get the trip done quicker. Of course, the first stop was to Gringotts to collect money for the trip. As dad spoke to the Goblin teller, I couldn't help but notice that many of the Goblins kept shooting me odd looks.

After retrieving the money we needed, and being suitably creeped the hell out by all the Goblins staring at me, we headed to our first stop, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Naturally, Draco insisted on going first and, since Madam Malkin's assistant was busy with another first year, I was made to wait while Dad and Mum went off to collect our books and other supplies, trusting us to meet them at Ollivander's once we were done. Fortunately, the assistant was done with her customer soon after we arrived, so I wasn't waiting long. While I was being fitted, Madam Malkin finished with Draco and, with his usual brand of dickishness, he immediately left me, not that I really cared overmuch.

It did get me thinking though. While my memory of my previous life had faded somewhat, I did still remember most of the important events of the books, including that Harry met Draco for the first time here. Made me wonder where Harry was…

As I thought that, the door opened and a small girl walked in, looking around with nervous, green eyed. That, combined with her jet black hair that was worn in twin tails, set of warning bells in my head.

"Hogwarts dear?" Asked Malkin.

The girl nodded and was directed to the fitting station next to me where Malkin began to pin the long robe to length. I eyed the girl I suspected to be the Potter of this world for a moment, before deciding to break the ice.

"Hello."

The girl jumped slightly and looked at me wearily from under her bangs, setting off a few more warning bells.

"I'm Virgo Malfoy," I said, "Are you starting at Hogwarts this year to?"

The girl nodded minutely, but didn't say anything. Oh dear, this didn't look good.

"Well then, I hope that we can be friends," I said with a grin.

The girl looked surprised, before she gave a hesitant nod and a tiny smile.

"Alright luv, that's you done," said the assistant as she stood up and took the pinned robes off me.

I hopped down from the stool and moved to the counter to retrieve my purchases. As I passed her, the girl stopped me with a tug on my sleeve.

"Holly," was all she said.

Her voice was quiet and held a musical quality to it.

"That's a pretty name," I said, smiling at her, "It suits you."

Holly blushed and ducked her head.

"I'll see you at school Holly," I said, waving over my shoulder as I left.

Yes I had technically flirted with her, but hey! I was an 11 year old girl technically, so nobody could pin anything on me! And my ah… Attractions had carried over so I preferred girls in this life, so what?

As soon as I was out of the shop, my smile slipped from my face to be replaced with a scowl. While I was far from qualified, anyone with eyes could see that Hollys home life was anything but pleasant, from the way she flinched slightly when Malkin touched her, to how painfully shy she was. While I wasn't 100% sure that she was the Potter yet, that didn't matter. No matter what, I'd make sure I did everything I could to get Holly somewhere safe and out of her shell. I took a breath and headed in the direction of Ollivander's, brushing past the familiar form of Hagrid as I went. I paused and watched as he stopped outside of Madam Malkin's with two ice creams and was soon joined by Holly, who looked even tinier next to the massive half giant. Yep, she was the Potter all right. Time to step up my interference. But first, Wands and pets.

My first stop was Ollivander's, where I met Mum and was informed that Dad and Draco had already bought Draco's wand and were now looking at Brooms. From the look in her eyes, I could tell that Mum shared my sentiments over our inconsiderate family members.

We entered the wand shop, which was absolutely tiny, although that may have been the effect of the looming shelves stuffed with wand boxes. Mum took a seat on the spindly seat in the room as I stepped up to the counter, peering around for the Wandmaker.

"Good afternoon," said a misty voice right in my ear.

I jumped and instinctively lashed out with my fist, only for it to be caught in an impressively strong grip.

"Most impressive Miss Malfoy," said Ollivander, "It's not often a pure blood reacts so quickly."

"Yeah, I'm not what you'd call normal," I said as my heartbeat slowed back to normal.

"Indeed…" murmured Ollivander, eyeing me through his big, misty eyes, before turning his attention to Mum.

"Yes yes, we know the drill," said Mum, cutting the old wandmaker off before he could list of her wands components, "Could we please get this over with? We are in a bit of a hurry."

"Of course madam," said Ollivander, not looking offended, ""Well, now Miss. Malfoy, Let me see."

He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket.

"Which is your wand arm?"

"I'm ambidextrous, but my left hand is dominant," I said, holding out the indicated arm, I had been a right hander in my last life but in this one I was a lefty, it had made me a bit ambidextrous as a result.

"Ah, I see," mused Ollivander as he stepped forwards and began to measure me from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, which I freaked out a little when it went so close to my skirt, and round my head. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance," he said, "We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

I noticed that the tape, which was measuring between my nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Miss. Malfoy, try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

I took the wand and gave it a wave.

CRACK!

I blinked and looked at the piece of wood to see that it was now split straight down the middle.

"Oh my, that is most unusual," said Ollivander, taking the broken wand from me and examining the split.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I'm afraid that your magic is far too dense to use with a Wand, Miss Malfoy," said Ollivander.

I blinked.

"To dense?"

"Yes, it's rare, but you occasionally find Magicals who possess an unusually dense magical core," said Ollivander as he returned the damaged wand to its box and waved his own, sending the boxes flying back to their places, "In such cases, the individual finds themselves unable to use a wand without damaging them."

"What does that mean for my daughter?" Asked Mum, standing up, "Will she still be able to attend school?"

"Of course," said Ollivander, "In such cases, the individual simply needs a different type of focus. One moment."

He vanished into the back of his shop.

"Suddenly I'm very glad that Draco decided to go off on his own," I said, "Can you imagine what he'd say if he was here?"

Mum scowled and nodded.

"Unfortunately yes," she said, "Honestly, where did I go wrong with that boy? He's about as Slytherin as a Weasley!"

I decided not to mention that it was probably all Dads doing as he spoiled Draco rotten. Fortunately, at that moment, Ollivander reappeared, carrying a box, which he set on the counter and opened to reveal a number of objects which made my eyes bulge for a moment. There was a knife, glowing red, Kyara would probably have that since our magic was always a bit jammed in places, a paintbrush, a staff, and the Scissor blades! The Silence Glaive, what was all of this doing here?! But there was one that caught my attention, a simple looking ring, with a cute little heart on it in red, the picture resting on an almost clear gem, a slight bronze tint going through it telling me it wasn't…

"Hey what's with the ring?" I asked curiously, my adorable face, and I'm not being egotistical, everyone says it's adorable, even Draco sometimes, showing the curiosity on my face.

"Ah this! That is a focus ring, think of it as a wand in ring form, usually you wouldn't be able to use it but… I have this odd feeling that it will work for you." He said, as I picked it up and put it on my right ring finger, where I had formerly wore a ring before dying. As it went on my finger I felt a warmth rush through my body, like the ring was built for me. "We have a match!" He exclaimed. "Now, I do believe that if you twist the gem on top of the ring something will happen!" He told me as I did so, turning it until it stopped and a blue light shot out into the air, creating a small earing that went into my ear.

"Weird… It feels… Right." I mused, feeling the now unfamiliar piece of metal in my earlobe.