Full Summary:

No one can be reincarnated into a fictional world — it's downright impossible. But fate has a twisted sense of humor, and I found myself in a situation that defied all the laws of reality. Of all the bodies to incarnate into, I was cursed with being Draco Malfoy.

What is a girl supposed to do in a situation like this?

Sure, I could easily fall in line with the original story and go along with it, but why should I? On top of that, I'll have to deal with the consequences of being born as a male and the expectations that come with it.

Honestly? I shouldn't had been reborn at all. Magic be damned.

๋• ๋• ๋•

Author's Note: Be forewarned, this story will be dealing with a lot of mental/physical issues because of the whole disconnection between body and soul. I will be dealing with reality as I'm a fan of realistic situations. That means I'll be touching upon some uncomfortable/dark themes — you can see most of them through the tags that I've attached.

I will also like to point out that even though Draco is the MC, it's only in body, appearance, family and to an extent, his destiny. All the inner-thoughts, expressions, etc… comes from the OC who's female

Renascence (noun) : A new beginning or rebirth

๋•

"You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another."

― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

There's something to be said about life, you see.

We enter this world with tears, navigate through it with challenges, and ultimately depart with unfulfilled dreams.

It goes without saying that I have gone through the first phase, am currently in the second, and here's hoping I won't die until I'm eighty or something—and hopefully not disappointed either.

That would be way too depressing when you consider all the time we have to not die disappointed.

Frankly, it's sad that I'm already contemplating my life when I'm only nineteen. Far too young, one would say, but damn it all – there's a lot I've gone through and a lot I wish I hadn't. What can you do? It's life. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my life despite all its flaws. You just can't possibly have life be sugary sweet without it being occasionally stained with decay.

The good and the bad go hand in hand.

Like life and death.

I'm getting philosophical again.

That's one of my many quirks I'm proud to call my own. Nothing grand or noteworthy, and it definitely does not gain me a lot of friends either. It doesn't take a wild guess as to why, right?

I'm just as average as a girl my age can be — whatever "average" is. Between still living with my parents and working a part-time job, I barely have enough time to do what I want. I'm either running from one point to another, and once I'm ready to just sit back and really relax, it's already time for bed. Luckily enough, I still manage to catch up on my entertainment thanks to the ever-so-modern smartphones that my generation is blessed to own cheaply. I'm talking about those prepaid phones — I'm not about to get tied down with a contract just to pay off my phone and service.

Between reading on my Kindle, watching a show, or listening to music, I had an entertainment center that fit comfortably in my hands and back pocket.

So, while I may be busy running here or there, I still had something to do in those short downtimes. That is one of the many things I love about this life.

To live in an era where everything is practically safe and medicine can practically cure all, where you can go to a different country and it would only take hours to get there; while at the same time, you could learn and come close to immersing yourself in a culture from the safety of your own room is incredible.

You can do all of this and more while being surrounded by the ones you love.

That's one of the things I love about this life, and I wouldn't change it for anything else in the world.

.Death.

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life.
A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."

― Mark Twain

For someone who considered herself a homebody, venturing out only for work and everyday necessities, the one day I decided to take a trip to the beach was the day my life would come to an end. The only reason I even went was that I had actually made a promise to my friends that I would go. I took promises seriously, so I really had to go. So, how ironic was it that the one day I stepped out of the norm was the one that brought me to my death?

One moment I was with my friends on the shore, enjoying the time of my life as the waves crashed against our calves — and the next I was being pulled away from the shoreline, my fingers frantically and uselessly trying to grip the wet earth as I was dragged underneath by a monstrous wave.

"Laura!" I heard someone frantically screaming my name as my head broke through the surface before another wave crashed on top of me with enough force to push me under. The little air I managed to take in for half a second was all I could muster at the time, but it was not enough to fill my burning lungs as I struggled underwater.

Shockingly enough, I knew this was the moment my twenty years of life on this earth were coming to a close. Not seconds, but milliseconds must have been how long it took for my last worldly thoughts to cross my conscious being.

There was so much I wanted to see and do.

Why now?

Oh, how disappointed I was...

No longer able to hold onto my life, the sudden surge and pressure of the sea filled me from within.

On the bright side, that was the last thing I remembered feeling — both emotionally and physically — before a sense of nothingness overcame me. The disappointment and the painful crush from within were still fresh in my consciousness.

Strange.

At least I learned one thing, though: you do feel the pain in the end.

Now here's the tricky thing, something I can't yet grasp at this moment. When I say "nothingness," I do not mean suddenly disappearing, or else how am I even talking — err— thinking?

I was no longer myself, well—physically speaking.

No longer possessing a body, I was more akin to a wisp of smoke — which was as close as I could describe my 'physical' state. A wisp of thoughts, more accurately. Freed from the pressure of the water around me and the burning sensation within, I observed my lifeless body floating in the darkness of the ocean. From this vantage point, as if zoomed out, I saw an overview of my location — and considering the rapidity with which everything had occurred, I was surprised to find my body far from the shore.

From there, I could see a small group of people on the shoreline and knew these were the individuals who had witnessed my death.

I knew this sight alone should have stirred some kind of emotion, but all I felt was a mild case of curiosity. Surely, someone or something should come and fetch me for the other world.

Yet, there I was — floating above the sea, looking as far as I could see. My death might have been traumatic, but I couldn't possibly see myself remaining here and haunting the area.

I mean, this can't be it — right?