A moan escaped my lips softly, as I felt the sunlight hit my eyes. How long had I been asleep? I blinked once slowly, and then blinked again. I yawned, finally managing to fully open my eyes. Where was I?

The sunlight made the room look warm, but the dark furniture and tones of green in the walls gave it a gloomy look. The walls were tall and the windows were enormous, the room itself only had a few personal items. I could see a few toys laying around, this was a child's room even if it wasn't that obvious with the decoration. Where were the pink or blue decorations? What happened to princesses and cars? Weird.

All of a sudden a popping sound came from the side of the bed, and I jumped startled. I turned around to find a small creature, dressed in rags, with large eyes and ears. House elf, my mind screamed at me. Dobby, the House Elf of the Malfoy Family.

The only reaction I had to such information popping into my head all of a sudden was to blink, very slowly.

"Ohh young mistress is awake, Dobby is glad." The little creature said, with tears in his eyes. "Dobby will call lady mistress and lord master." With that he disappeared with a pop.

I continued to stare at the place where the house elf had stood, searching my mind for information. House elves are magical creatures that are immensely devoted and loyal to their masters. They usually serve the old wizarding families, and can only be freed if they are given clothes by their masters. They have their own branch of wandless magic.

Ok, that was all good and dandy there was just one problem. This weird knowledge in my head also told me that house elves were part of a book series, called the Harry Potter Series. It also told me that the elf that had just been here worked for the Malfoy family, which were a fictional family mind you, until Harry Potter freed him during his second year at Hogwarts.

Again, all this was fictional. I let out a sigh, and closed my eyes trying to remember anything. I knew I had read the Harry Potter books, I had seen the films too, but I had no memory of it. Just the knowledge. I didn't remember buying or even reading the books, I just knew what it was written in there. Like how I knew what how a cheeseburger tasted like, even though I didn't remember ever eating one.

What about my name? What was I called? I didn't know. I was about to continue searching for some answer in my head when the door was forcibly open and a blonde woman came rushing in.

"Oh Dracarys sweetheart, I'm so glad you're awake." The woman said as she gave me a strong hug. I blinked at her, my face showing no emotion although my head was a different matter.

Narcissa Malfoy neé Black, that's who was hugging me. Daughter of Druella Black neé Rosier and Cygnus Black, younger sister of Andromeda Tonks and Bellatrix Lestrange. Wife of Lucius Malfoy, mother of Draco Malfoy.

Wait a minute, did she just call me Dracarys? Not that a High Valyrian name wasn't cool and all, but did this make me the female version of Draco Malfoy or was I his twin or something?

"Carys are you ok? You're father went to fetch the healer." Narcissa said looking at me with worried look in her face as she scanned me for injuries.

"Dracarys." I finally said aloud, surprising myself with the small voice that escaped my lips. "Is that my name?"

Narcissa's eyes widened, as she took in my appearance once more with a frightened look in her face.

"Sweetheart, do you know who I am?" She inquired, sounding anxious for the answer.

I was contemplating the answer I would give her when Lucius Malfoy entered the room with a woman behind him, probably the healer. Before either of them could even give a greeting Narcissa spoke up. "Check her, something's wrong with her memories."

The healer didn't even ask if she could point her wand at me, she just started firing scans after scans at my head. I mentally sighed, what the hell was going on?

I could deduce that I was apparently in the Harry Potter universe. I was either the only daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy or I was Draco's sister. With the weird name, that sounded a lot like Draco, I had either taken his place or he was my twin. I was obviously a female, and my small hands let me know I was a child- either six or seven years old.

But was I really Dracarys Malfoy? They seemed to think so, but I'm not so sure. Well, first of all, I know their future, and some other things.

Like for example, my name means dragonfire in High Valyrian which is a language spoken in Game of Thrones which is a freaking tv show. If I really was a pureblood witch, probably taught that muggle things were trash, how the hell would I know what a tv even was? How could I know what a cheeseburger tasted like? I'm pretty sure the Malfoy family didn't go to McDonald's much.

So the option of I simply being Dracarys Malfoy, that had strangely lost all of her memories and gained the superpower of nothing shit just didn't stick. Maybe if I had been the female version of Peter from the Twilight Series, but in this case it just didn't seem reasonable. I also noticed that my deduction skills and thinking process were way too developed for my supposed young age.

So just one other option remains, I'm not who they think I am. I may look like Dracarys Malfoy, hell I may even be in her body but my mind was obviously someone else's. Thinking about the snippets of information that gathered around my brain I deduced that I was from the future, at least partially. I just knew that I had read the new book of the Harry Potter series, and that it came out in 2016. If I was correct, right now, was before 1990. So time travel? Possible.

However the possibility of me being Dracarys was still improbable. Future Dracarys could have time traveled to her younger body, maybe. My brain told me it was quite the used plot in fanfiction. But it still didn't explain in knowledge of muggle things, like an Ipod or the internet. Dracarys is a pureblood witch, the only way she could use a damn computer was if she had spent large periods in the muggle world which sounds improbable.

So I'm possibly a muggle from the future, but that also doesn't explain the time travel and the possession of the body of the young Malfoy.

So what else remains? Well my knowledge leads me into the only remaining option. The most used and pathetic fanfiction plot of all times, self insert. Basically the author creates an avatar that it's inserted into the plot as a key character. In this case I'm the fucking Mary Sue with blonde white hair, probably blue grey-ish eyes and considerable knowledge of the series in which I have been inserted.

It sounds crazy, but explains my lack of memories and my abundant knowledge. It also explains the muggle knowledge and the possibility of time travel and possession.

As the awesomeness that is Sherlock Holmes once said 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth'.

So until further inquiry the truth must be that I've been inserted into the Harry Potter world as a member of the Malfoy family, either by the Powers that Be or by some random fanfiction author. So I'm a self aware character of a storybook. By the Gods, this sounds like the fucking plot of Westworld.

"Is she alright Healer Beauchamp?" Narcissa's voice awoke me from my inner monologue. Well I suppose I should just call her mother now. If I call her Narcissa I might as well sound as douchey as Bella Swan when she calls her father Charlie to this face.

"There's nothing wrong with her, but the fall might have scrambled her memories." The Healer said, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "The brain is the most dangerous place to mess with magic, if she had been hit with a memory charm it would be easy to fix but head injuries have been known to have strange results in young magical children."

"What do you mean strange results?" Lucius inquired suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at the Healer.

"Well the medical records have several mentions of magical abilities awakening after head traumas." The woman replied, ignoring the hostility coming from Lord Malfoy. "There's a record of a child being able to do the animagi transformation with ease after a head injury from the eighteenth century and it's also known to healers that the seer Cassandra Trelawney received her inner eye after she hit her head when she was a child.

"So she might receive some magical abilities from the fall?" Mother asked, looking skeptical.

"She won't simply gain them, if she gains anything at all." The Healer explained. "The trauma of the fall simply might unseal blocket abilities. The mind is what control the magical flow of each of us, with children their minds are still developing. Trauma might force the flow to unleash magical abilities before unknown, but still this is all speculation."

"Very well, is there something else we should be aware of Healer Beauchamp?" Lucius, father, inquired.

"Her memories might not return and she still needs to drink a few potions to heal the swelling in her head." The woman replied. "You should study how she reacts to the world, as she apparently has no memories at all. Should something else came up sent me a howl."

With that the older woman left the room, leaving me with both of my 'new' parents. They seemed as uncertain as I was about the whole thing.

"So sweetheart, I'm your mother and this is your father." Narcissa explained, giving me a small smile. "You're name is Dracarys Druella Malfoy and you're our only daughter."

"Ok." I replied, blinking at her with an apathetic look in my face. Apparently I'm the female version of Draco, good to known.

I saw the proud Lucius Malfoy let out a large sigh while looking at me, while Narcissa looked uncertain.

Meanwhile, I was planning how I was going to milk this possible seer ability for all that it was worth.

I'm a fictional character, I might as well enjoy it.

A/N: What do you think? I have wild ideas popping in my head all the time. I'm going to have a hard time finishing all my fics, that's for sure.