This is for the Disney Movie Challenge set by spuffypotter1997.

The character I pulled was Draco Malfoy and I won't tell you the movie, if you know Disney at all it shouldn't be hard to figure out, although it is from a different POV. Hope you like it!

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Suddenly the world darkened. With a blink the room slowly started to light. Finally Draco could see his surroundings. He lay in a marvelous golden bed with the finest green silk sheets and pillows so soft he was afraid if he laid on them fully they would crumple. Tapestries and medieval paintings covered most of the spacious room's walls. He lay back down and allowed himself to admire the great room around him.

He should have been shocked, but he was too comfortable. He had no idea where he was, but he felt like he belonged in such a majestic setting. With a sly smile, he noted that his picture was mounted above his bed, and was the largest of all. As it should be. His portrait showed him seated in a large throne, gold and green, and was happily surprised to see that a crown was mounted on his regal head. He sat up a little straighter, and for the first time since he woke he was tempted to leave the comfort of his new bed. He had to find this throne, his throne.

He had initially thought himself naked in bed, but as he got up he realized he was wearing silk green pajama bottoms to match his sheets. "This is the life," he thought as he sauntered towards the door. The door was thrust open and Draco was met with a corridor large enough to rival the halls of Hogwarts. He once again had the feeling that he should be surprised, but was as calm as if he had woken up in his own home.

His bare feet echoed as they kit the hard stone floor. He was half tempted to call out for his parents, or for anyone, but knew that if he did no one would answer. This was his, and his alone. He had at first wondered how he would find the throne in such a large castle, but soon found he knew exactly where he should go. He instinctively walked past three different halls, turned right and took the next left. He was in the largest room he had ever seen, and his hungry eyes devoured the scene. There was his throne, in the middle of the room on a raised dais.

He walked towards it and approached the steps. The throne was higher up than he had initially though and walked until he was several feet off the ground. Once he reached the top, he turned and sat. He smiled as he sank deep into the cushions both under and behind him. He closed his eyes and inhaled everything that was this large, circular room. Power.

He opened his eyes, and for the first time all morning, he was surprised. Hanging on the wall right in front of him was a gigantic oval mirror. He hadn't noticed it before, being lower to the ground must have hidden it from view. His reflection in the glass's golden frame suddenly started to ripple as though the water in a lake had been disturbed. When the glass stilled and became clear again, Draco let out a startled cry, fell out of the throne and almost tumbled down the dais, for instead of his face returning to view was a paled and bloody figure. The Bloody Baron, the ghost of Slytherin house, had replaced Draco's handsome, golden features.

"Yes, you're Majesty?" said the Bloody Baron, thinly veiled contempt in his voice.

Draco blanched. No one wanted to be on the Baron's bad side and Draco had gotten on with him well enough at Hogwarts. They both shared a certain love of the malicious which had kept Draco in the Baron's good books. Why, all of a sudden was his voice filled with hatred? Then, Draco realized what the Baron had called him.

"Majesty?" Draco asked, both frightened and exhilarated.

The Baron simply sighed and nodded, not bothering to conceal what an idiotic prat he considered the boy to be.

Draco's eyes lit up. "Explain." he demanded.

The Baron's eyes blazed, and as though this was a common occurrence, started retelling Draco's story in what seemed to be a rehearsed and tired, voice. Apparently Draco enjoyed constantly hearing his accomplishments as much as the Baron hated talking about them.

Draco had graduated Hogwarts three years ago. While he hadn't expected to finish at the top of his class, (not with that disgusting know-it-all Granger anyway), had hoped to be towards the top, and he was. But he had finished second best to that fucking Harry Potter. Draco's eyes narrowed and the Baron allowed himself a small smile, as this was the only part of the story he enjoyed. After relishing Draco's obvious discomfort, the Baron continued. Since the Dark Lord had been vanquished, Draco shoved aside his disgraced family and ran away. He found an old abandoned castle in Scotland, and used his now legal powers to make the place worthy of his presence, and making it unplottable so that no muggles could desecrate his new found home. There he made well laid plans to become the next greatest wizard. Dumbledoor was gone. Voldemort was gone. Draco had known both, and he would be greater than both. He systematically started tracking down those that had followed the Dark Lord and reached out with a feigned understand. It obviously wasn't their faults that they had been turned "evil." They were the creations of those who told rude and politically incorrect stories. He did not need to be feared, but wanted to understand and help, in return for a large slice of power. After a quiet, and inconspicuous, rise to power, Draco sat in the lap of private luxury. The people knew he ruled and had powerful protectors, but they did not know how he operated or even where to find him.

Draco smiled. Power and glory. Even Potter could not boast that he ruled a whole population.

He was a political figure, operating in the shadows. He had the means to make change where he wanted without so much as a ripple. He was unstoppable.

Suddenly Draco realized something.

"Um, Bloody Baron," he started, somewhat tentatively, "how is it you got inside that mirror?"

The baron gazed at him, positively seething. With a constricted smile he simply stated, "You put me here, Sire." He said that last word as though it pained him.

Draco's eyes dilated and absorbed this massive shock. He had control over the Bloody Baron. They may have been powerful rulers in the past, but very few could say they could control what the already dead said and did.

Obviously repulsed by the shocked and prideful look on the blond boys face, the Baron let out a little, "Hahem."

Draco looked up once more, "Yes?" he asked.

"I have news from afar you may be interested in," the Baron said with a toothy grin.

"Well, what is it?" snapped Draco.

With one last look of victory, he replied, "Potter is forming a revolution." Then with a smirk the Baron disappeared from the mirror only leaving Draco's pale and shaking reflection.