Full Summary: Draco Malfoy wakes up in a completely different world. Slytherins are kind and courageous? Gryffindor are sly and cunning? Granger's the hot, evil pureblood? He's a mudblood? Draco now has to find a way back to his own world, but there's a catch.
Only Professor Riddle believes in a parallel universe and he thinks that Draco was sent here for a reason. What is it?


Chapter 1:

It was sixth year, and Draco Malfoy had yet to look at what the bloody hell he was afraid of. He had just been given a task by the Dark Lord, and he would've bet that failing was what he was afraid of—as it would inevitably cost him his life. So now, here he was in the Room of Requirements, in front of the cupboard that housed a boggart. He took a deep breath and raised his wand, prepared to face whatever sight greeted him.

Draco unlocked the door from a safe distance away and waited with baited breath for whatever that's coming. As the hooded figure stepped out, Draco felt faint. No, it can't be!

Quickly, he muttered Riddikulus and watched it turn into a circus act before locking the boggart back into the cupboard. Heart thumping with disbelief, Draco stumbled backwards and out the Room of Requirements to the dungeons. He didn't dare look back.


Next Day ~ Quidditch match

"Oi, Malfoy!" Theodore Nott barked. "Pay attention, mate. Captain or not, we can still kick you out. I thought you said we have to win this match..."

Pulled out from his thoughts, Draco nodded confidently and plastered a smirk on his face. "Come on, let's smash the Gryffindorks."

A wave of smirks appeared on his teammates' faces as they each mounted their brooms.

"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of this season!" Loony Lovegood started. "Please welcome our Slytherin and Gryffindor players!"

Draco eyed the Gryffindors with disdain as they flew out one by one opposite them. Arrogant gits. The gits being none other than Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die, and his sidekick, the Weasel.

"Get to your positions!" barked Madam Hooch. "Now remember, I want a nice, clean game. From all of you." She gave a stern glare as she looked at the Slytherins and Gryffindors.

As Madam Hooch released the Snitch and the Bludgers, Draco smirked and exchanged glances with his best mate, Blaise Zabini. There had never been a clean game when it came to Slytherin.

"On my whistle," Madam Hooch called. "Three…Two…One!"

As soon as the whistle was blown, the Quaffle was released. Cheers erupted from around the stands as the fourteen players swooped off.

"Chaser, Katie Bell of Gryffindor carries the Quaffle," Luna Lovegood announced. "Will she make it past the two burly beaters or Slytherin's most charming Keeper, Theodore Nott? Oh! Just missed being hit by bludgers is Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor! Oh look everyone! Blithering Butherlups! They're known for being attracted-"

Draco rolled his eyes impatiently. What was the use of her being a commentator if she talked about invisible creatures that hadn't proved their existence? He focused back onto the game. Pansy had just snatched the Quaffle from Demelza Robins when Katie Bell passed it.

"Slytherin's Chaser, Pansy Parkinson, gets hold of the Quaffle! Bad luck on the catch, Demelza!"

He smirked in satisfaction. Pansy was fantastic when it came to Quidditch, like the Weasley girl, who was currently flying towards his female friend. His eyes narrowed as the Weaselette got closer to his friend. Come on, Pansy, throw it in! he thought, his heart racing.

"First score of the season! Pansy's trick-throw worked! Bad luck Ron! Slytherin leads 10 to 0," Luna announced before going back to her ramblings.

Draco's lips turned upwards into a smirk. Potter scowled in his direction, causing the blonde's smirk to widen. No Snitch in sight, he thought with great satisfaction as he scanned the crowds. However, it did bother him that Lovegood called them by their first names as neither of the Slytherins were close acquaintances with the Ravenclaw oddball.

"Blaise Zabini takes the Quaffle and passes it to Vaisey. Now, leading 30 to 20 is Slytherin house! Come on Gryffindor!"

The know-it-all was the first person he saw as he scanned the crowd for any sight of the Snitch. Draco sneered. Bushy head, not at all feminine, and he doubted that under that uniform there was a body worth drooling over. His eyes snapped back to her head when he saw something glinting under the sun next to it. Grey eyes narrowed on the Golden Snitch.

Draco flew towards the Gryffindor stands, eyes solely trained on the Snitch.

"Has Draco Malfoy spotted the Snitch, or has he decided to snog a random student from Gryffindor house for good luck? You know. Oh! Perfect shot, Pansy!" Draco refrained from rolling his eyes, but he couldn't resist growling a little. Leave it to Loony to ruin a perfect catch.

The simple, though bizarre, announcement sent a great uproar through the crowd. The match just became more intense. Yet the Snitch didn't seem to care. It's speed only increased as it continued to flutter about the Gryffindor stands.

"Will Harry Potter catch up with the Slytherin Seeker?" Luna announced. He felt a surge of anger and annoyance pulsing through his veins as Potter appeared at the corner of his eye. He leaned forward, pushing his broom's speed to the maximum, wanting to get to the Snitch before The-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die.

Fantastic, Draco thought sarcastically, as the Snitch hovered above one Hermione Granger. His lips curled into a sneer. The mudblood didn't even notice the golden ball, what with her head buried in her book and all.

"Blaise throws it through the hoop and he scores!" Loony declared. "Slytherin leads 60 to 20."

As Draco flew closer to the Gryffindor stands, he was satisfied to see the Gryffindors' wide eyes as Longbottom nudged Granger rapidly. Her bushy mane snapped up and her brown eyes locked onto his advancing figure. He leaned forward more, more determined than ever to win.

"Ginny Weasley scores again! 60-30!"

As soon as he was close enough, he reached over her head and enclosed his fingers around the Snitch as he heard her squeak in surprise, and the Gryffindors gasp in shock. We won! Draco thought triumphantly.

"Draco Malfoy catches the Snitch!" Lovegood cheered. "Slytherin wins! 210-30!"

Slytherins cheered loud and proud whilst the others boo-ed. Their new Head of House, Professor Slughorn grinned and clapped. It was times like this that Draco realized how much he actually missed his Godfather. He turned away from the Slytherin stands angrily and glared right into Hermione Granger.

Her eyes were wide as saucers and they focused on something behind him. Draco failed to notice that the other Gryffindorks had ducked. He raised an eyebrow as the Gryffindor tried to form words. Finally, she screeched, "Malfoy, look out!" before she ducked down as well.

Frowning, Draco tried to make sense of the words before something collided with his head.

Granger's wide eyes were the last thing he saw before everything faded to black. Her horrified yelp and Lovegood's frantic yell of "Bumphing! Bumphing!" were the last thing he heard before he felt himself falling and falling and falling.


Disclaimer / This is Ms Louis Cordice Zabini's challenge from a long long time ago and she herself have written one called, 'Parallel Mirror' check it out! Make sure you check out her other stories as well! She's an amazing writer!

AN / Hi there, readers! Thank you for reading this! I decided to rewrite and restart this story. I deleted the first version and started this. I hope you like it!

review please :)