AN: Ooooooh… I just finished this chapter. I feel so much better! Yeah! And it's longer too~ Nearly 2,000 words! XDI fully intend for this fiction to be long.

Also, a warning… Things get a bit bloody in a "oh I could feel that" kind of way. So if you can't handle copious amounts of blood then maybe you should read something else, but I still highly recommend you give it a shot even if you're iffy about it. Though I did add horror as a genre and bump up the rating to M. So… Enjoy? If you want...

Chapter 2: A New Friend

Age: 6


Draco strolled down the hallway, a tiny stuffed dragon held in her little hand. Her other hand slid along the wall and kept her from walking into anything. It was beyond midnight, she was sure, and as such, it was very dark. All of the paintings were asleep, she could hear their snores, and all of the lights were out. She wouldn't have been able to see with her eyes open so she just kept them closed.

She did this often; wandered the dark halls of Malfoy Manor alone in the dark. Most nights she just couldn't stay in her room anymore, not after the nightmares, which were another thing altogether. She dreamt not of her old world and old family, but of this world and this family, along with all the other problems that resided here.

The nightmares would pull her out of sleep coughing blood and barely able to breath. But even when the coughing subsided, she couldn't go back to sleep. Her legs would prickle and her head would ache. Eventually she'd get up and go running through the halls full speed until she couldn't feel her feet anymore and the cold had cleared her conscience.

The hall suddenly lit up and she covered her face with her stuffed dragon. "Draco, baby? Why are you up? And so far from your room?" Draco almost growled, but Narcissa started tugging the dragon from her face, so she pulled on her poker-face. "Were you looking for me?"

Hell~ no. She shook her head.

"Then what are you doing out of bed?" Draco shrugged. "Would you like to come sleep with me and your father?"

She shook her head in a particularly violent way before turning and walking away, but Narcissa grabbed onto her forearms.

"Draco, please! Say something. Tell me what's wrong. I want to help."

The last time Draco spoke was during her old life, when she could still claim to be a female. She didn't want to hear her new voice and not because of the sex swap. Even if she'd been reborn a girl, her voice still wouldn't have been the same and that bothered her. The only reason she used the name Draco as her own now was because she couldn't remember hers and she had no idea why.

Narcissa tried to pull her closer, Draco started trying to wiggle away at the same time. She didn't want to be close to this woman. She felt her chest get tighter while she puffed out her cheeks and tried not to scream, but failed. The panic was too much as she wailed like an animal. Narcissa let go immediately and Draco tumbled to the floor.

She didn't understand. Why was any of this even happening to her? Reincarnation wasn't supposed to even be a real thing, much less Harry Potter. She'd put off her impending freak out for four and a half years and was paying for it now, with interest.

Draco screamed until she coughed up blood and then cried as she tried not to choke on her own sadness made tangible in the form of blood loss. Personally, she didn't think she'd last that long before her personal death count rose again.


Draco woke up the next morning in her bed, free of blood splatter. Narcissa must have brought her here. As soon as she sat up, an elf was beside her. It was Dobby, she knew only because she'd heard Lucius yell at the elf once.

"Tiny master is supposed to being in bed all day!" Draco stared at the creature as if it weren't even there. The little thing began to fidget soon after and bowed back into its no doubt designated corner. She could get up if she wanted. The elves weren't allowed to touch her. She'd overheard Lucius giving that order too. He'd told them she didn't need any more unknown filth clogging her system. She wasn't even really sure what he meant by that, but she was pretty sure it was very racist and derogatory against the elves and she had always harbored a special brand of hatred for racists, even in her past life.

She didn't want this family. She didn't want to be reincarnated. She couldn't remember properly what had happened whilst she was dead, but she knew it was a lot better feeling than being alive again, here, in this family. She didn't want to be here.

What I want is to be dead again.

I can do that. She flinched and coughed up a small dribble of blood. That was a voice, and it was loud, as if it had come from her own body. She glanced over at Dobby to see if he'd heard it too, but he was just sat there idly twiddling his thumbs.

Am I hallucinating? Another cough ripped through her system and she found her hands covered in little droplets of red, as usual.

Oooh, that's a pretty colour. Let's get some more. She suddenly lurched from the bed, though she was sure she hadn't intended to do that. A deafening laugh engulfed her as a hot kind of numb creeped through her body. The elf was about to say something, but she'd already took off for the bathroom. She couldn't feel anything but her head.

I'll scream for help. I'll- Her own hand clamped down on her mouth at the same time Dobby blocked the bathroom entrance.

"Tiny master is not behavings good. Mistress Malfoy said youse was to being sleeping now."

Shut your mouth, you illiterate thing. Draco's foot suddenly struck out and kicked the elf right into the wall. The kick was stronger than she should've been capable of at the age of six. He laid there in a daze as she entered the bathroom and locked it behind her.

She spun around and crawled up onto the sink. She still couldn't feel anything besides her head and she was sure by now that it was that voice that was controlling her body. Facing the mirror, she could tell she was paler than she ought to be and her arms were trembling, though she still couldn't feel it.

Ready, kid?

For what?

You already know. You're the one who asked for this. Skin broke and bled red as her trembling fist embedded itself into the middle of the mirror. The glass shattered around her as bits fell into the sink, nicking her legs on the way down. She held up one of the bigger, sharper pieces in her left hand. Oh yes, she knew what the voice was going to do to her now and she couldn't have been happier.

A knocking sounded on the door then. "Tiny Master!"

"Go away! That's an order!" She slurred her words a bit from a lack of practice, but she was sure it was clear enough to understand. Now, the elf would be too busy thinking over chain of command and Draco finally saying her first words to really focus on doing anything else.

She wanted the voice to succeed. That is, if she was right in what she thought it was trying to do. A wicked grin,sure to make a man pee himself, stretched across her face as she was proven right. The shard slid up her wrist and then the other. She almost wished she could feel it. The blood drained fast and she fell back onto the floor just as Dobby apparated into the room.


Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… was the first thing she heard when consciousness greeted her. The second thing she heard was Narcissa and Lucius arguing. She opened her eyes to watch them. They were at the foot of her bed.

"-his wrists. It wasn't an accident."

"He's six, Lucius! Six! Six year olds don't even know what suicide is!'

"Ours does! And definitely attempted it."

"No he didn't!"

"Yes I did..." She was quiet, but they heard her anyway. Both their heads snapped to her so fast she thought she heard a crack somewhere. Then they were on either side of her and staring very intently. Lucius grabbed her attention first.

"What did you just say?"

A huge sigh showed her irritation. "I did attempt suicide." That was sort of a lie because she hadn't been in control of her body, but she definitely hadn't minded the attempted murder/suicide and she didn't feel like trying to explain something she didn't understand yet.

Good decision. Narcissa looked teary and frayed when Draco looked over at her.

"Oh sweetie, w-why would you want t-to do that?"

"What do you mean? I've always wanted to die."

"Why?" She shot Narcissa a nasty look.

"'Why?' Why should I tell you that?"

"Wha- b-b-because I do-don't… I don't want you to die, to be hurt like that. I care about you."

Draco fliched away and looked at the ceiling, then back at Narcissa. She wasn't sure what was going on. "You… care about me?

A warbled giggle crawled out of Narcissa's mouth. "Wha- yes, of course. How could I not? You're my son."

And Draco suddenly wanted to punch herself in the face. Ever since she'd realized what world she'd been reincarnated into, she'd been brewing in an angry depression. Narcissa and Lucius had ceased being her parents in her mind. They'd become something dark and twisted. But now, she was thinking that they hadn't been what changed, that maybe it was her perspective that had changed. And if that's the case, then, she's still their son to them. They still cared about her even though she'd been hardcore hating them for four and a half years, now. That also meant that they were still her parents...

Draco turned to her mother with a sad smile. "I care about you too, mum. I promise I won't do it again."

Both of her parents let out way more air than should've been healthy before her face was showered with kisses and a strong hand gently squeezed her shoulder. She blushed all across her cheeks and thought that she wanted to get used to having a family again, even if they did turn out to be evil, though whatever kept grumbling about failures in the back of her mind did worry her a bit.


AN: So I've a question. Would you prefer it if Draco mentally referred to herself as a girl or boy when she's older? I know some people care about that so I figured I'd ask. Right now, she's still mentally a girl despite her body, but I'm not sure which way I wanna go with it. Oh, and I haven't decided on any kind of pairing, if there will even be one, so don't use that for judgment. Or do, it doesn't really matter.

Now, I would like to point out that FIVE people are interested in my story. That's five more than I expected. So, they should know that I'll love them forever even if they quit reading. ;p

PS: I intend on shattering canon as soon as I can, in case more than one person was wondering.