Really sorry if the last chapter was kinda confusing hopefully it will start to clear up for you guys! Review please!

Btw, for the most part this will be in Draco's pov, I will only label what pov it is, when it isn't his, just so we're clear.

Disclaimer: I own didily squat, when it comes down to HP, (Yeah I know what the piss!), but the plot is mine... NO STEALING! Hehe.

Chapter Fourteen

Changes and A New Beginning

"What the fuck! Does he have to show up everywhere! Holy fucking shit almighty (a/n: sometimes I just yell out random swears, lol), it's like when I married her I married him as well, whatever more?" I yelled as I stood up and grasped my hair.

"Excuse me, but that is my son you are talking about!" James Potter snapped at me.

"Yeah, ok, did you know that you are only like what 30, and he is now in his sixties, bit odd if you ask me." I smirked at this statement.

"Do I really look thirty?" James asked. I just looked at him... what the piss, he is dead, what the fuck does it matter if he looks thirty or not.

"Why the hell does that matter, I am in my own little situation here!" I yelled.

"Wow, I didn't see that coming. At least I should of, I did grow up with a Malfoy scum like yourself."

"Excuse me?" I asked a tad bit angry, but then realizing that he was talking about my father, I spoke quickly, "Oh, you mean my father, well I don't blame you for hating me then, I would."

"Whoa, excuse me, but did I just witness a Malfoy speak badly of his own flesh and blood? Quick put the flag out, this is a memorable day!" James said almost laughing.

"Shut up Potter!" I snapped. "How would you know anything about family, you're dead!"

I instantly saw his face go pale, this was obviously the wrong thing to say to a man who gave his life up for his son. "I'm sorry that came out wrong. I'm stupid, I had a family when I grew up, and you lost yours for your family. It was wrong of me to say that. It's just that, ever since, God I don't know, I met her, I... I..."

"Saw the light, and finally did the right thing?" he asked, with a sarcastic tone, although Draco knew he was being serious.

"Yeah, it was like I didn't care what happened to me, as long as she was safe. I knew the day would come, when 'he' would come for me, and I thought if I could prevent that I would do anything to get that done. My life wasn't important, as long as she was safe, and he came in between that. So I did what I had to, to keep her safe." I looked up at James and he had a small smile on his face. "Wow, I think I know how you felt the night he came to your house."

"Yeah." James started, then he smiled, "But it was all worth it, wasn't it?"

"Losing my faith, and almost killing myself and my now wife, absolutely." I felt myself begin to smile.

"I don't believe it, I never thought I would see the day a Malfoy would go soft. Now I have witnessed, one put down a pureblood, stick up for a muggleborn, and not care about himself. This really is a good day!" James now had a big smile on.

"I don't get it, why are you smiling, you lost everything."

"Yeah but I lost it for a great cause. Without me dying, my son wouldn't be where he is today, not the whole 'boy who lived' thing, but he wouldn't have his life, and I wouldn't be able to live without knowing, he couldn't have had a chance."

"Wow I never thought I would agree with a Potter." I scoffed.

James just smiled.

"Right, so how do I get out of this... coma" I gulped.

"Well we don't know for sure, all we know is that a lot of things are going to happen, and quite fast at that." James scrunched his face when he said this, as though he were suggesting something.

"What? Is there something wrong with my face?"

"As much as I would love to insult you, the way you did my son, no there is nothing wrong with your face, but like I said, things will be changing quite fast." His facial expression didn't change though.

I quickly walked to where the mirror hung over the fireplace. It was an ugly thing, but Hermione insisted on keeping it there, when we moved in. I looked in, and quickly jumped back in horror, causing myself to fall down. "Ahh."

I soon saw a hand reach out and grab mine, pulling me up off the floor. "Like I said... fast."

"What the fuck is going on. I look like the Draco who just walked in! This can't be right!" I yelled, as I looked into the mirror again.

My platinum hair was back, I had soft un-wrinkled skin, and I didn't look a day over 19. I was wearing a black knitted sweater, and black sweats, a usual from when I was younger.

"Well young Draco," James said putting emphasis on the word young, "I have just been informed not too long ago that you are in something called the Accomplishio Coma."

'Why does that sound familiar?' I asked my mind.

'You really should listen to your wife; she can be quite smart sometimes.' My conscience said smartly.

'Quite? The woman's a fricken encyclopedia!' I yelled in my thoughts.

"As in accomplish." He added.

"Right. So I have to accomplish something?" I asked.

"Exactly."

"Any suggestions?" I asked clueless.

"Wow, you really are thick." James said as I looked at him with an angry face. "Just think through your life, about the things that you did, wish you did, and wish you hadn't."

'He's talking about when I was in school and wanted to be a deatheater isn't he?'

'Look out Sherlock, looks as though you might have some competition!' the voice said.

'Shut up.'

"So I have to go back in time, and not be a deatheater? In other words I have to be soft?" I asked.

"That would be one way around it I guess, but technically you are not going back in time, because you are in a coma... so basically..." James said looking at me strangely again.

I looked down, and saw that I had changed clothes. I was wearing my Hogwarts robes. I quickly turned around to look in the mirror, and realized that I was now eleven years old.

"You have to just do it all over again." He said with a smirk.

"What the fuck? I don't have to go back to school do I? What the piss!"

James was now smirking at me. "Now who's young?"

"Shut the hell up Potter!"

"Watch your language Mr. Malfoy." He said still smirking it was clear he was enjoying this.

I was about to start a big row, but then realized I had to be 'nice Draco' from now on. "Okay, let's go be nice." I said completely sarcastically

I started walking towards the door. "Aren't you coming?"

"Don't you remember? Me equals dead man. Geese man you need to brush up on our common sense skills!"

"Oh right, so what I just go to school and be nice."

"That would be a start." And I sighed and started to walk away.

"Say hello to my son."

"How is it do you know so much about me, if you are dead and he is alive?" I asked turning around before I left.

"My son has been in quite a few comas in his life, we have had the chance to talk quite a lot."

"Right. So where are you going to go?"

"Well as soon as you walk out that front door, you will be at King's Cross Station about to say goodbye to your mother. It will be like you were never here, however you will have the knowledge of what you have to do. Basically you have been given a chance to redo your life; it won't even seem as though you know what the future holds. Soon enough you will soon realize what you have to do to accomplish what you need to, and all your memories of the future will disappear until you wake up again. Anymore questions?"

"No I think that is just about all I can take for now, I will figure this out, I am a Malfoy after all."

"Yes you are." James said in a matter of fact way. "Now I suggest you get out of here, your mother is waiting for you to get back from the restroom."

"Thanks." I managed to say.

"No problem. And Draco... good luck!"

I walked out of the door, and soon found myself just outside the men's room at the train station. I knew exactly where my mother was standing, and walked straight over to her. My father had "business" he had to attend to, in other words he was with his mistress, and couldn't bother to haul his fat ass out to see me off to my first day at Hogwarts.

"Draco there you are sweetie, quick you don't want to be late, now give me a kiss and go on your way. Your father wouldn't want you to be late; it would put a bad mark on the Malfoy name."

My rage was still in me, and I still had my anger. James told me this would soon go away, but right now I was going to take advantage of it. "Wouldn't want to do that now." I said it sarcastically but I don't think my mother caught it.

"No we wouldn't. Now go, have fun, and make me, I mean us proud." She said remembering her lying, cheating scum for a husband would be asking her what she had said, later on, (most likely using a truth serum).

"Goodbye mother." And I walked through the wall, as though I had done it many times before, well if you think about it, I had.

The Hogwarts Express was steaming in a dormant position at the platform. I saw tons of people rushing about trying to get their stuff on board. My mother had arranged for my stuff to be put on ahead of time, one of the many pluses of being a Malfoy. I walked towards the door of the train, when I heard a familiar voice.

"Trevor! Trevor! Has anyone seen a toad name Trevor?" a girls voice called out. He quickly turned around, and bumped into someone.

'What? I don't remember this happening.' I thought as I hit the ground.

'Don't you ever listen? James said that some things might change, he doesn't know why but they just do.'

'Wow, I must have missed that part.'

'Yeah.'

I pushed myself off of the ground and brushed off my robes. Then I looked up to see who I had bumped into. It was a tall lanky red-head. He had a terrified face on.

"Weasly." I said harshly.

Ron's face soon changed from terrified, to livid.

"What do you want, Malfoy!" he asked.

I then remembered that I had to be 'nice.'

"Nothing, I'm sorry I bumped into you, I should have been more careful." Not believing what I just said, in fact it made me want to hurl. Apparently he felt the same way.

"Yeah whatever Malfoy, just leave me alone."

"Fine." I said looking around for the girls voice, as Ron pushed past me. She was gone, most of the people were now on the train, and I could see the conductor coming out to tell everyone last call. I decided to look for her inside, and climbed up the entrance steps of the train.

Right, so not much of a hanger there... but I'm sure you'll live, lol. Right so one more chapter, and then I am going to start the new chappie. I can't wait! Kisses Dominique