When Draco turned his head, it wasn't an elf that he saw. Before him stood a woman with a white lacy gown that floated above the ground. Her skin was so pale that it looked translucent. The slightest of wrinkles encased her face and framed her eyes, showing her age. Her hair was white as well as her eyes. The strangest thing about the woman though, was the chains that were wrapped around her frame and floating around her.

Draco couldn't breathe. He let out a cry of help before running past the woman to flee through the door.

"You can not leave," she said, her voice nothing more than a breath. Sure enough, when Draco tried the doorknob, it was stuck.

"Who are you?! Let me out!" Draco cried in a frenzy.

"Tisk tisk Draco. Don't you know better than to yell at your guests? Honestly, I thought your mother had raised you better than that. You could at least offer me a cup of tea," the woman said as she took a seat on the side of Draco's made bed.

"Who- what-" Draco paused, "How dare you walk into my house and disrespect my mother like that."

She rolled her blank eyes. "I didn't walk into here, I floated. Honestly, did no one teach you to respect your elders?"

Draco stopped. "Are you- are you a ghost?" he whispered.

"Obviously. Now if you were a good enough Malfoy to know your family history, you would know who I am."

The woman's face suddenly seemed more familiar. Draco had definitely seen that face somewhere, but he couldn't seem to figure out were.

"You are…"

"Your great great grandmother! I can not believe you wouldn't recognize me, but I suppose that's not what's important now, is it?" she paused. "You have been incredibly selfish recently, haven't you?"

Draco scowled. "I have not! I have been very busy taking care of my family who have been left in shambles," Draco declared before he fully realised who this long dead family member was. "Wait a second, I know you. You're that relative who always said in a selfish world the selfish succeed. I see you're also a hypocrite."

"I did say that and look where it's gotten me! Murdered at the hands of my own sister! Banished from the Malfoy afterlife yacht club! Eternally stuck helping selfish fools like you!" she declared as she pretended to dramatically faint on Draco's bed. She sat back up and stared at Draco. "Do you want that Draco?!"

"Isn't that still selfishness since I would be doing it for my own benefit?"

She sighed and walked over to Draco. "You'll learn. Tonight, you will be sent three spirits to guide you. They will show you, but for now Draco, it's bedtime," she said as she pulled out a transparent wand and waved it at Draco.

"What…" He fell asleep.

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When Draco woke up, he was neatly tucked under the covers of his bed. Thoughts of his strange dream rattled around his brain. The woman in his dream had called him selfish, but he wasn't. He was just trying to do what was best for himself and his family. It didn't matter anyway, the dream had been a figment of his imagination, his own insecurities seeping into his subconscious.

Draco opened his eyes and sat up in his bed.

"Hello!"

Draco screamed and jumped from the covers of his bed. There was a boy floating above him. Draco forced himself to look up at the looming face staring intently at him. He screamed again.

"What-Who- GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Draco yelled.

"Draco! It's so nice to finally meet you! Let me introduce myself, I am the spirit of Christmas past. Didn't your great great grandmother tell you I was coming?"

The boy had a pale face, but his floppy dark hair was thick with youth. His face was smooth and seemed to have a permanent smile plastered on. He almost looked younger than Draco, but that couldn't be true.

"But- that wasn't real… That was a dream. This is all a dream," Draco stammered.

"What? Of course, this isn't a dream, silly!" the spirit of Christmas past proclaimed, "Anyway, we haven't got much time! Up! Up! We've got lots to see tonight!"
Draco slid out of his bed. "What do you mean?! Where do you want to take me?!"

"Your childhood of course!" the spirit said as he liked his arm with Draco's. In the other hand, he held a wand like no other Draco had ever seen. It glowed gold and looked as if it were a living, breathing piece of the sun. As the spirit flicked and waved the wand, a glowing hole grew below the two.

"Hold on!"

"What- What are you going to do-" but it was too late. The spirit had jumped into the luminescent hole and Draco had been pulled close behind. Draco screamed and squeezed the spirit's arm for dear life as they fell deeper and deeper into the glowing infinite.

The hole had no end, it twisted and turned until Draco couldn't tell what was up or down. He couldn't even tell if they were falling anymore. It was as if they were walking down the walls of the hole, or the floor. He couldn't tell.

"What is this place…?" Draco asked as he loosened his death grip on the boy next to him.

"One of the three tunnels of time. This is the one that connects all living thing's pasts. We're heading to yours currently," the spirit replied.

"My past…?"

"Yes, like I said before, we are heading to your childhood," the spirit said. "Ah, here we are! Right on time."

Suddenly, a hole emerged from the depths of the tunnel and, as if the tunnel had been turned upside down, the two started to slide down.

"Watch out!" the spirit said just before Draco landed awkwardly in a clump on the hard wooden floor. Contrary, the spirit gracefully landed onto his feet before going into a roll on the ground to break his fall and then standing back up. He walked over to Draco and held out a hand. "You get used to it." he said.

Draco sneered and swatted the spirited hand away before standing up on his own.

"Welcome to your childhood Draco!"

Draco took in the scene in front of him. He was in the dining room and sitting at the long table was a younger version of himself. He was younger than eleven, this was before he had gone to Hogwarts. The past version of himself was finishing up schoolwork and studying more advanced magic.

"Hmm… No Christmas decorations? Did I miscalculate the distance? We were meant to land on Christmas day."

"No this is right. This is Christmas." Draco remembered this day.

As if on cue, Draco's father and mother stepped into the room. Draco's father was much younger, his face bare of the wrinkles that had come with the war. His mother looked much younger too. Her hair thicker and her face more lifted than it was now.

"Draco," his father said, "I presume you're getting further along on your schoolwork than last time i checked on you"

"Yes Father," the mini-Draco said on cue.

Draco watched as his mother nudged his father in the side. His father cleared his throat. "Yes, well we have something for you. We thought it would help you prepare for your time at Hogwarts," his father said.

Draco watched as his younger self turned around with excitement in his eyes. "Can I see what it is!?"

His Father nodded then walked over to place the present on the table. "Your mother wrapped it."

The younger Draco hurriedly tore off the wrapping before pulling out a brand-new nimbus 2000. "A nimbus 2000?! But these aren't even out yet!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, well I have a connection with those who work on them," his father said.

The now Draco cringed as he anticipated what he knew was to come. The younger Draco stood up from his seat at the table and ran over to give his father a hug. Draco watched as his father seemed to recoil at the touch. His father did not hug him back, but instead warily patted Draco on his head.

Draco was brought out of the scene by the sound of the Spirit's voice. "You were so innocent and happy then," he said.

"Yes, and naive," Draco replied, "and stupid."

"Hmm…" the spirit pondered, "Let's go somewhere else."

"I am not going back into that death tunnel."

"No need, we're close enough to the next event not to use it," the spirit said, "Just hold onto my arm. Preferably not as tight this time."

Draco frowned and reluctantly took hold of the boy's arm. Once again, the spirit waved his glowing wand, but this time there was no tunnel that appeared, instead, they were immediately transported to another location.

"Recognize anything?" the spirit asked.

Draco did. They were in the Slytherin common rooms which were decorated for the festive season. He spotted the teenage him sitting on one of the dark green couches next to Pansy and Vincent. On the couch opposite to them sat Blaise and Gregory. Draco remembered this day. It was his fifth year. Right after it had been announced by the families that Pansy and Draco would be betrothed.

"Ooh! Finally, some good Christmas decorations! And you seem quite happy in this one."

"I suppose I was," Draco replied.

"But I seem to recall that things didn't quite work out with you and Miss Parkinson, is that right?" the spirit said.

"Yes."

"And why is that do you think?"

"She said I wasn't giving her enough attention. That I become too obsessed with Potter and his schemes."

"Hmm interesting…" the spirit said, "Let's skip ahead! Hold on!"

The spirit linked arms with Draco again as he transported them to another location.

Draco looked around the room, but he couldn't seem to spot himself anywhere.

"Looking for yourself?" the spirit asked, "You won't find yourself. You're not in this one, but she is."

The spirit pointed to a woman who Draco almost didn't recognize. It was Pansy, but she was older. Probably Draco's age actually. It was Christmas in this scene too, and she was hanging up Christmas ornaments on the Christmas tree with a little girl next to her. On the other side of the room was Blaise reading the daily prophet.

"Is this supposed to make me jealous or something? It's not going to work, you know, I was never actually in love with her," Draco said to the spirit.

"You may not have been in love with her, but you did love her, didn't you?"

"I suppose. I mean, she was my best friend," Draco replied.

The spirit smiled. "That'll do. Now be quiet and listen to their conversation, will you?"

Draco stayed silent, as instructed, and paid specific attention to their conversation.

"Draco Malfoy's in the prophet again," Blaise said as he continued to read the paper, "Seems he's taken a job at the ministry! Can you believe that?"

Pansy scoffed. "Must be for appearances, you know that's all he ever cared about. What a selfish man," Pansy said, "Or maybe he just wanted to get closer to Potter, make sure he's not scheming!"

The two laughed before Blaise continued. "In all honesty, he's probably just doing it for the money. Everyone knows that family is in shambles. They are the most hated wizarding family in England after all. I wonder if they'll be selling the manor soon?"

"Honestly, can we not talk about that gremlin? I have to read about him enough," Pansy said.

Draco paused. It took his brain a moment to process that they were talking about him, and they were insulting him. Did they truly think all those things about him?

"I want to go home," Draco whispered.

"What? But the night is fresh, and we have so much more time!"

"I SAID BRING ME HOME!" he yelled as he linked arms with the spirit, "Now."

"Alrighty then! Hold on!"

The tunnel reappeared below them, but Draco wasn't fazed as they dropped through the floor this time.

Eventually, they landed back into Draco's bedroom.

"So, are you going to tell me what the point of that was?" Draco demanded, "And what the hell are you?! Who put you up to this?!"

"All will be revealed in time. Sit tight Draco. The night has only just begun."