A/N: I haven't written FanFic in years, this will be my first story back into writing.
WARNING: DRARRY SHIP AHEAD (HARRY X DRACO) SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. ALSO, THERE ARE USAGE OF SWEAR WORDS. If you're not comfortable with that please hit the back button.
This will be a long story with many chapters, so the drarry ship wont be happening until a few chapters in.
Just to clarify, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. CREDITS TO JK ROWLING AND TEAM….
Enjoy X
Chapter 1:
"… The scar has not pained Harry for 19 years. All was well" Atlas James shut the well- read book for the 245th time in his life. The Harry Potter series was his favourite, so much so that his room was heavily decorated with Harry Potter merchandise. Atlas was sorted into Gryffindor at the Pottermore site, has a patronus of a Tasmanian Devil and the only character that he hates the most (other than that bitch Umbridge) was Draco Malfoy. Atlas believes that he was such a weak character, everyone fought hard for what they believe in, except him. He couldn't stand up to his father, he couldn't stand for himself and just to make himself more powerful he would bully the golden trio. Atlas couldn't stand the character, if he could change Draco Malfoy, he would. Other than his obsession with the Harry Potter series, Atlas is a normal 16 years old boy.
The sun finally streamed through his window after a light drizzle one Autumn afternoon and decided to take his dark brown labradoodle, Padfoot, for a walk in the park by the river. As Atlas walked side by side with Padfoot, a small possum appeared. Padfoot began to chase the possum around Atlas, tangling Padfoot's lead around Atlas's legs. As Atlas tried to untangle himself, he suddenly caught himself off balance and tripped, sliding straight into the River.
Water suddenly surrounded Atlas; he couldn't move. He tried to swim up, but he felt as though something is pulling him down. His eyes begin to close as the last bubbles of air escapes him. Atlas's last thought was that if he was to die right now, his only regret was never falling in love.
Atlas woke up coughing out water, "DRACO! DRACO…!" a woman's voice screamed, as she rushed to wards him. Atlas's fluttered his eyes open, A middle aged woman stared at him, her dark hair tied at the back with streaks of white at either side. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, whispering "Draco, oh I'm glad you're okay" she cradled him. "come on, let's get you cleaned up before tea.".
Atlas was confused. Did she just call him Draco? What is going on? That is when he realised his arms and legs feels much shorter. As he entered the manor, a small creature with big ears and big round eyes, wearing a dirty rag awaited him. "Dobby, help Draco to his room, take care of him" the small creature nodded. Atlas Followed him to a massive room in the west wing, there was small seating area in the middle, a reading nook by the window and his bedroom through the door on the right while an en-suite bathroom in the door on the left connected to his walk in wardrobe. He went into the bathroom and looked straight in the mirror and let out a small scream. He couldn't believe his eyes, the reflection has porcelain white skin, his features were sharp with narrow icy blue eyes, almost silver and his hair, platinum blonde. Dobby came around the corner rushing in. "Master Draco, what is the problem?" the small creature said in a squeaky voice.
"Wait for me at the sitting area. I have a few questions." Said Atlas, shaking a little. Dobby just nodded left him in the bathroom by himself.
While in the shower, Atlas thought to himself, what is going on? Dobby is clearly a house elf, the lady that found him called him Draco, and the last thing he remember was taking a walk in the park with his dog, then falling into the river, drowning. If his theory is right, he might Draco Malfoy. He needs Answers.
After cleaning himself up, Atlas walked into the adjoining walk-in- wardrobe, throwing together a light blue button up shirt and men's slacks before finally joining Dobby in the seating area. Atlas took a deep breath and asked the small creature "Dobby, I think I lost some memories, and I need you to answer some questions for me." Dobby just silently stood in front of him and nodded. "Firstly, what is my full name and how old am I?"
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, Sir and today is your 11th birthday" squeaked Dobby
"Who are my parents?" Atlas asking the next question
"Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, sir" squeaked Dobby
"Does magic and Hogwarts exist?"
"Yes sir, you are a pureblood wizard, and are expected to go to Hogwarts next school term" Dobby squeaked. Atlas sighed. Well Fuck!