DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to the Harry Potter series or
characters. I just like to let my imagination run free.
Prologue: My Own Worst Enemy
Draco casually flipped through a magazine as if he were in the waiting room of a Muggle dentist's office rather than a judiciary hearing at the Ministry of Magic. When Draco came to the middle of the magazine, he found none other than the great Harry Potter himself grinning back at him. Draco shouldn't have been surprised; Harry was in the news even more since he defeated Voldemort right before graduation two years ago.
What did the great git do this time? Draco wondered. When he looked at the front cover, he found the headline Harry Potter, Greatest Hero of Our Time, Weds Quibbler Heiress.
Draco then realized he was, in fact, reading The Quibbler. He turned back to the pictures of Harry's wedding to Luna Lovegood. There was Harry, as scar-headed as ever, his arm around his bride, who Draco thought was kind of hot, even though she was a bit of a nutter. Her long blonde hair fell delicately around her bare shoulders. On the other side of Harry, of course, red hair flaming, was Weasley, patting Harry on the back. Also in the picture was a voluptuous redhead, whom Draco vaguely remembered from Hogwarts because she was Weasley's sister and because she had a bit of a reputation for being good at "Charms". Draco recalled one particular drunken Saturday night when he had tried to sample Ginny's Lucky Charms for himself and had ended up a eunuch until Monday when the spell wore off.
Draco averted his eyes quickly, as picture Ginny had started giggling when she noticed him eyeing her. There was a girl with long, flowing hair standing next to Ginny, but Draco could not see much of her face, as she was being attacked by the overzealous bouquet. To Draco it all seemed overly sappy. He guessed it was everything Potter had ever wanted out of life.
A guard strode over to where Draco was sitting. "They're ready for you now, Mr. Malfoy," he said without emotion. As Draco rose, he realized that Potter's gal-pal Granger was absent from the photo. Probably hiding those teeth from the camera, he thought, forgetting that she had had her teeth fixed after he cursed her back in their fourth year.
All thoughts of Potter and his parade of ponces vanished as Draco entered the courtroom. Since the end of the war, Draco had kept his views on Mudbloods to himself, but every so often he liked to go out and have a little fun with Muggles. Maiming and killing were out of the question (to be honest, Draco had never had much passion for maiming to begin with), but Draco liked to play with them. They were such simple creatures, after all. Unfortunately, the Muggle whose arms and legs he had switched was actually a Squib who recognized him.
And so Draco had ended up here, face-to-face with the junior assistants to the new Minister of Magic. Draco did not bother to suppress his disdain. As if it weren't bad enough that Arthur Weasley had been appointed Minister after the war (Fudge died in battle), he had called upon his twin sons, whose joke shop was being managed by Lee Jordan, to assist him. Dumbledore, of course, encouraged this blatant act of nepotism, having said the best way to recover from the horror of war was through humor.
Fred and George certainly did have a sense of humor, and they had no qualms about abusing their new power. Especially in Draco's case.
"For his hate crimes against Muggles and Muggle-borns, we hereby sentence Draco Malfoy to live as a Muggle for thirty-one days," George declared.
"Your wand please, Mr. Malfoy," Fred requested. Draco reluctantly handed over his wand. "Mugglify!" Fred said with two swishes of his wand, and sent Draco on his way.
Prologue: My Own Worst Enemy
Draco casually flipped through a magazine as if he were in the waiting room of a Muggle dentist's office rather than a judiciary hearing at the Ministry of Magic. When Draco came to the middle of the magazine, he found none other than the great Harry Potter himself grinning back at him. Draco shouldn't have been surprised; Harry was in the news even more since he defeated Voldemort right before graduation two years ago.
What did the great git do this time? Draco wondered. When he looked at the front cover, he found the headline Harry Potter, Greatest Hero of Our Time, Weds Quibbler Heiress.
Draco then realized he was, in fact, reading The Quibbler. He turned back to the pictures of Harry's wedding to Luna Lovegood. There was Harry, as scar-headed as ever, his arm around his bride, who Draco thought was kind of hot, even though she was a bit of a nutter. Her long blonde hair fell delicately around her bare shoulders. On the other side of Harry, of course, red hair flaming, was Weasley, patting Harry on the back. Also in the picture was a voluptuous redhead, whom Draco vaguely remembered from Hogwarts because she was Weasley's sister and because she had a bit of a reputation for being good at "Charms". Draco recalled one particular drunken Saturday night when he had tried to sample Ginny's Lucky Charms for himself and had ended up a eunuch until Monday when the spell wore off.
Draco averted his eyes quickly, as picture Ginny had started giggling when she noticed him eyeing her. There was a girl with long, flowing hair standing next to Ginny, but Draco could not see much of her face, as she was being attacked by the overzealous bouquet. To Draco it all seemed overly sappy. He guessed it was everything Potter had ever wanted out of life.
A guard strode over to where Draco was sitting. "They're ready for you now, Mr. Malfoy," he said without emotion. As Draco rose, he realized that Potter's gal-pal Granger was absent from the photo. Probably hiding those teeth from the camera, he thought, forgetting that she had had her teeth fixed after he cursed her back in their fourth year.
All thoughts of Potter and his parade of ponces vanished as Draco entered the courtroom. Since the end of the war, Draco had kept his views on Mudbloods to himself, but every so often he liked to go out and have a little fun with Muggles. Maiming and killing were out of the question (to be honest, Draco had never had much passion for maiming to begin with), but Draco liked to play with them. They were such simple creatures, after all. Unfortunately, the Muggle whose arms and legs he had switched was actually a Squib who recognized him.
And so Draco had ended up here, face-to-face with the junior assistants to the new Minister of Magic. Draco did not bother to suppress his disdain. As if it weren't bad enough that Arthur Weasley had been appointed Minister after the war (Fudge died in battle), he had called upon his twin sons, whose joke shop was being managed by Lee Jordan, to assist him. Dumbledore, of course, encouraged this blatant act of nepotism, having said the best way to recover from the horror of war was through humor.
Fred and George certainly did have a sense of humor, and they had no qualms about abusing their new power. Especially in Draco's case.
"For his hate crimes against Muggles and Muggle-borns, we hereby sentence Draco Malfoy to live as a Muggle for thirty-one days," George declared.
"Your wand please, Mr. Malfoy," Fred requested. Draco reluctantly handed over his wand. "Mugglify!" Fred said with two swishes of his wand, and sent Draco on his way.