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Prologue: Wizard Worlds
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As the final battle between Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald reached its climax in 1945, the surrounding area was filled with the roar of powerful magical explosions.
Dumbledore demonstrated his own legendary magical skill by personally fighting Gellert Grindelwald, a Dark wizard who was considered to be amongst the most powerful and notorious wizards of all time, in a duel, after the international authorities implored him to help end Grindelwald's reign of terror.
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Grindelwald and Dumbledore had already been duelling for hours, and neither combatant seemed to tire or diminish the strength of their spells.
Although the area was protected from Muggles, the sounds of battle attracted many witches and wizards from the surrounding..., and there were hundreds of onlookers watching in awe as the two greatest wizards of the age fought a duel that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
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Grindelwald flicked the Elder Wand at Dumbledore.
A dark cloud emanated toward Dumbledore. He brought both hands over his head, brought them down to his sides, and then thrust them forward as though pushing down a wall...
The gaseous enchantment dissipated.
Dumbledore now aimed at Grindelwald, and a tongue of flames leapt forth.
Grindelwald disapparated, and reappeared behind Dumbledore.
Grindelwald jabbed his wand in the direction of the back of Dumbledore's knees, throwing him to the ground.
Dumbledore rolled over and jabbed his wand Grindelwald, who was taken off guard by the quick recovery. His feet were thrown out from beneath him, and he landed face first on the grass.
Dumbledore, now standing, made a motion like an uppercut with his wand, and Grindelwald was lifted from the ground and thrown backward, landing with a clatter into the gate of the fortress.
Grindelwald caught his balance, pointed his wand at the sky above Dumbledore's head, and flicked it downward.
A bolt of lightning struck the spot where Dumbledore had stood, but he was now gone. He apparated on top of the battlements of the fortress.
Grindelwald released a howl of rage, and waved the Elder Wand. The fortress wall came crashing down, Dumbledore with it.
Dumbledore attached to one of the great stones that had formed the wall, and cast a levitation charm upon it. He was eager to land, and did so too quickly. He clumsily rolled off several feet above the ground, which resulted in a broken rib.
Regaining his composure, Dumbledore attempted to stand, but stumbled as Grindelwald made a sweeping motion with the Elder Wand.
Beneath Dumbledore a crack split the earth, and a fissure opened beneath him on Nurmengard's lawn. Dumbledore fell, but grasped the edge, clearly taken off guard.
Deep in the chasm, a pounding sound grew into a crescendo. Dark, demonic horses stampeded up the rocky sides. With the strength of a much younger man, Dumbledore hoisted himself up, brought his wand over his head, and then whipped it back down.
A hot wind swept over Nurmengard, and the fissure was covered in a mysterious glass. The charging horses continued, but evaporated as they attempted to pass through the magical barrier.
In an instant, Grindelwald shot a killing curse at Dumbledore, Dumbledore mended his rib, and apparated onto the glass floor.
He retargeted Grindelwald, and sent a second flame at him. This time, Grindelwald shot a hailstorm like daggers of ice at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore responded by redirecting the fire to stop and expand, which halted the frozen assault in a steamy fog.
Dumbledore proceeded toward the collision, but could not see through the heavy aftereffects.
Suddenly, Grindelwald was standing behind Dumbledore and cursing him. Dumbledore turned around, but it was too late. The curse hit him in the stomach, leaving a horrible dark purple wound.
After that, Grindelwald wasted no time in binding Dumbledore with thick black ropes conjured with his wand.
Finally Grindelwald approached with a triumphant smile on his face.
But Dumbledore did not give up and by forcing his body and magic beyond their limits he managed to channel his magic and break the bindings in a great burst of magic.
Both Dumbledore and the ropes exploded in a pillar of fire, which spread outwards, throwing Grindelwald backwards onto the ground.
Quickly and with a sweeping motion of his wand, Dumbledore mustered all his strength and released his wand and cast a final spell on Grindelwald.
Grindelwald reacted immediately and, knowing that he had no time to evade the spell, tried to stop it by any means possible, but it was too late and the great dark wizard was defeated.
Yes, after what seemed like an eternity, Gellert Grindelwald finally lay on the ground motionless.
Albus Dumbledore lingered for a moment, staring at the defeated Grindelwald, and then slowly approached him with his wand in hand.
"Go on then, Albus," Gellert whispered mockingly from the ground. "Get this over with!"
Dumbledore's hard expression wavered in uncertainty, but he simply snatched Grindelwald's wand and cast a spell to restrain him until the magical law enforcement authorities arrived and locked him in the highest cell in Nurmengard.
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Many tried to surround Dumbledore to ask him questions, but he quietly pushed his way out, refusing to comment.
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Dumbledore obtained ownership of the Elder Wand.
Grindelwald was imprisoned for life in his own prison Nurmengard in Austria, his army was destroyed, the Global Wizarding War ended, and peace was restored to the wizarding communities of continental Europe.
Dumbledore became an international celebrity...
Yet despite his success, the fact that something was severed in Albus Dumbledore during that battle is what most people didn't know.
Between the horrible curse he had suffered in the fight and the magic forced to the limit, everything took its price, and the great wizard who defeated Gellert Grindelwald was afflicted with an incurable magical disease. A disease that year by year would weaken his health.
Even so, Dumbledore, with unshakable dignity, continued to teach at Hogwarts after Grindelwald's defeat, and in 1965 when Armando Dippet stepped down as headmaster, he took over as the new headmaster.
Dumbledore was also appointed as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards [ICW] and Chief Warlock of the Wizenagamot.
In these positions of great and influential power, Dumbledore passed extreme legislation to prevent any possible dark forces from threatening overall security around Great Britain; while refusing the position of Minister for Magic.
It was these laws and measures that openly and secretly prevented Voldemor and her Death Eaters from initiating their revolution right away; something that only fuelled Voldemor's hatred of Dumbledore in the years to come.
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For years, Dumbledore led Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, guiding generations of young witches and wizards, and he even stood by when in 1970, Voldemor revealed herself openly, proclaiming herself the Dark Lady, and started to commit extreme acts of terrorism in Britain with her army of dark wizards and dark creatures at her command.
In 1971, Albus Dumbledore formed the Order of the Phoenix in response to the growing threat of Lady Voldemor and her Death Eaters.
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Despite the Order's best efforts, Voldemor continued to grow in magical power and influence, and her attacks, whether carried out personally or by her Death Eaters, became more frequent and brutal.
It was clear that Dumbledore was the only wizard in the world who rivalled Voldemor in ability and as a result, Hogwarts became something of a single island of safety in a sea of chaos, the fear of Dumbledore causing Voldemor to never dare attack the school.
The nascent Order of the Phoenix initially had very little success, and many continued to be killed by Voldemor. Terror and chaos gripped the populace of wizarding Britain to the point that many began to fear to speak Voldemor's name. She became widely referred to as "She Who Must Not Be Named", or, less formally, "You Know Who" within the first year of her reign.
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Years went by and Voldemor remained untouchable, both for her elusiveness, and for her legendary power and skill, which no one but Dumbledore could match.
Voldemor only gained even more power, but under the leadership of Dumbledore, Hogwarts remained a bastion of elite-supreme magical education and was left totally untouched by the Death Eaters.
Even so, Dumbledore was not only ageing but was rapidly weakening due to his illness, while Voldemor only grew stronger with each passing day.
But in 1981, when the dark witch Lady Voldemor mysteriously disappeared or was presumed dead, all presumed to be thanks to the Potter who lived, who as a mere baby had, according to rumours, defeated her; Dumbledore finally realised that his time as headmaster was coming to an end.
The illness that had afflicted him for so long was becoming more and more relentless.
The Hogwarts Board of Governors met to discuss the election of a new Headmaster. They knew they needed someone they could influence and manipulate according to their own interests. After deliberation, they decided to appoint a Headmaster who was more in line with their conservative and elitist views.
The new headmaster, appointed by the Hogwarts Board of Governors, implemented changes at Hogwarts that reflected a stricter and more authoritarian vision. Lectures on the history of noble and ancient families as well as purity of blood became more prominent in the curriculum, and traditional values were prioritised over diversity and inclusion.
Dumbledore, though retired from his position as headmaster, continued to act in the shadows, trying to mitigate the negative impact of the changes. Though his health deteriorated, his indomitable spirit never broke. The battle against Grindelwald may have weakened him physically, but Dumbledore's legacy lived on through the hearts of those who had been touched by his wisdom and kindness.
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Well... this was one of the many stories of the Wizarding World... In this case it is the version that the protagonist of our story knew.
But there are always other versions...
In fact, in the version of the wizarding world known among certain people as the world of Harry Potter, an unprecedented situation had suddenly developed...
A situation that led to the very laws of magic in this world to automatically and naturally intervene to maintain the order of this wizarding world.
And one of the triggers for this extraordinary situation was the presence of a young red-haired boy with knowledge of two very different versions of the history of the magical world.
This young man was none other than our protagonist...
Oh, but that's not all, because our young red-haired protagonist was not just any young man.
No, he had once been none other than Draco Malfoy himself from a world with a quite different history.
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Chapter 1:
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All began at the end of my 7 years of age when I first awakened my magic...
On that day as strange as it may sound, I all of a sudden remembered my... mmm previous life?
Yeah, something like that...
Remember my life as Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy.
No one can imagine how weird it was for my 7 year old self to suddenly remember 11 years of life as my other self.
I can still vividly remember it as if it were yesterday...
At that time it was the 7th of January of 1988 and that idiotic Ronald Weasley kept bragging constantly and cockily about the fact that he had awakened his magic earlier than me.
The very fool prided himself solely on that because he had nothing else to be proud of since I surpassed him in every aspect.
Still, he remained extremely annoying, so much so that he was becoming so irritable that in a sudden flash my still dormant magic reacted to my wishes and closed Ronald's mouth in an instant, poor thing got so scared that he quickly ran off horrified and crying to Molly's house for help, although it wasn't going to be easy when he couldn't even speak.
Ha...
But as much fun as it was to see that idiot's misfortune, it wasn't really important to me at that moment because as soon as my magic awakened, a sudden flash also illuminated my mind and the memories of my other life flooded my consciousness, causing me a slight information overload.
After all, at that moment I was only 7 years old, two months away from turning 8, and I instantly gained all the memories of the 11 years I lived as Draco Malfoy.
I had all the details about my 11 years of life as Draco Malfoy, from memories to emotions.
Only my memories at the end of my first year at Hogwarts as Draco were somewhat confusing, I could still remember it but strangely I had flashes of pain when I tried to remember all the details at the time and no matter how hard I tried these details always remained mostly vague.
And I was sure there were some important things I was missing, like how I traveled through time... but all this is shrouded in hazy memories that are impossible to unravel.
It wasn't until some time later that by pure luck Ronald grabbed my hand (something that I usually avoided to happen as I didn't like to get in touch with him) and for some reason I got more memories of my life as Draco Malfoy, remembering now the final days of my first year at Hogwarts and even remembering my second year as well, except that just like the first time, I couldn't remember all the details properly and everything became blurry when it came to the end of my second year...
But all of that happened after the awakening of my magic and unlike before, the trigger for those memories was the physical contact with Ronald for some reason, which didn't happen again, so it was a one time thing, just like the awakening of my magic.
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Anyway, when I first awakened my magic and got back memories, it was something that's kinda hard to put into words...
I remember staggering for a moment as the two sets of memories struggled to integrate.
I vividly experienced my life as Draco Malfoy, from the most innocent and carefree experiences of childhood to triumphs and tragedies, friendships and enmities, all mixed with my current life.
The integration of these two timelines was like a complex puzzle being pieced together before my eyes. My most recent memories and experiences in this life merged with the oldest ones of my life as Draco, creating a coherent narrative of my life in two converging timelines.
In a blink, I understood that somehow I had been transported to the past and now I had to continue my life.
And from that moment on, equipped with the knowledge of my future self as 11-year-old Draco Malfoy, in my current self, I faced the duality of my existence.
Inside, I was an 11-year-old boy trapped in the body of a child almost 8 years old, with the task of living my life with the burden of the memories of my 11-year-old self.
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It was extremely difficult for me to process and come to terms with being Draco Malfoy from the future or something like that, especially because currently Draco Malfoy was someone else, not me.
Ha Yeah... that's right, now I'm Drago Weasley, the seventh son of Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley, a person who shouldn't even exist if my memories as Draco don't fail me, but since I returned for some strange and unthinkable reason to the past and to another body, I don't expect to understand how all this is possible.
Since I regained my memories as Draco, it was hell even to see myself in the mirror...
A part of me was used to his usual blond hair, so waking up every morning and seeing myself with red and messy hair scared me a little.
Yeah, now I had the hair of a Weasley... a blood traitor.
A part of me hated this for a long time because there was nothing remarkable about me anymore, but those almost 8 years of being just a Weasley without any memory of being a Malfoy helped me at the time to see things from another perspective.
Plus, at that time, I had many other things to worry about, like the fact that there were several other things, in this new life I had, that differed from my memories as Draco...
For example, the famous and legendary wizard who defeated Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore, had not left his position as headmaster of Hogwarts after the fall of Lady Voldemor or rather Lord Voldemort, her male counterpart in this world.
Oh, and let's not forget that now there were two bloody Potters instead of one, both twins.
The Potter I knew as Draco was Emma Lily Potter while I had no idea who this Harry James Potter was, who was also currently known as the Boy Who Lived, another big difference from what I remembered as Draco, since the girl who lived was supposedly Emma Potter. But now all that had changed for some reason.
It was as if I were in the past, but a quite different one...
I was glad to discover that at least there seemed to be many similar things and I resigned myself to accept that all this was really happening.
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As for why I was given the name Drago..., well, let's just say that Molly Weasley was more than just a little disappointed when she once again failed to have a daughter and simply let my name be chosen by none other than the second of her eldest sons, Charlie Weasley, just as she had let Ronald's name be chosen by her first son, William Weasley.
Naturally, it was a terrible idea as it turned out that little 7-year-old Charlie was so fascinated by dragons that he came up with the brilliant idea that my name should be Dragon...
Yes, literally Dragon.
To this day, I am grateful that Arthur Weasley did not allow that.
However, Molly had already promised Charlie that he would choose my name, so Drago was opted for, which made everyone happy.
Drago was not a very common name, but it was definitely much better than Dragon or even Ronald, I would rather die than bear the disgusting name of that idiot...
Oh, and in case I forgot to mention it, I am the damned twin brother of none other than the bloody Ronald Weasley.
Ha... ironic, isn't it? It's as if the world really wanted to mock me...
If so, the world has an even worse sense of humour than those two insufferable twins, Fred and George...