Chapter 2: Chapter 1:
Chapter 1:
…..
When Adam finished writing, all he wanted was to finally close his eyes, sleep, and face a new day full of boring cousins, indifferent siblings, and chatty adults. However, what happened the moment he looked up from the paper left him completely frozen.
In front of him, floating in the air, appeared a transparent screen with glowing letters that looked as though they were written in fire.
Adam stared at it with wide eyes, expecting it to vanish when he blinked.
But nop…it stayed right there, softly glowing.
[Congratulations on being the first person in your world to write a fanfiction about the Harry Potter universe!
As a reward, you've received the Potterhead System!]
"What... what the heck…?" Adam stammered, utterly baffled. He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he might be overtired and seeing things that weren't there.
The closest thing that had ever happened to this he believed was when was 5 or maybe 6 years old and saw a clown talking to him, then he found out that in fact it had been an imaginary friend and apparently it was not so normal to see imaginary friends. Luckily it wasn't for a long time as he soon stopped seeing it, in fact he didn't even remember it much anymore. But this was now even odder than that clown.
His older siblings sometimes talked about "seeing things" if you took or smoked weird stuff, but Adam was absolutely sure he hadn't consumed anything suspicious...
Well, at least, not intentionally.
Adam hated smoke, always complaining to his mom and brother Andrew about their smoking habit. At least his dad didn't like it either, so he also complained about it.
"Er, um… Could this be food poisoning?" he muttered.
"Yup, that birthday cake actually did taste kind of weird… and since there were leftovers, I kept eating it, heh"
He looked back at the screen. It was still there.
[As the owner of the Potterhead System, you can travel to the Harry Potter world!
Do you wish to go to this world?
Yes / No
You have 1 minute. If you do not accept, you will lose the system…
59 seconds…
58 seconds…]
Adam's heart began pounding in his chest.
'Huh? Harry Potter?' he wonders blankly.
"Oh yes, the book!"
"Wait! What's happening?"
He glanced around, hoping to find some clue that this was an elaborate prank… a magic trick. Nothing. Just him, his lamp glowing softly, and that strange screen.
"This doesn't make any sense…" he whispered, trying to calm himself.
[40 seconds…]
Adam started to panic.
What should he do? Say "no" and pretend this hadn't happened? Or say "yes" and risk this being... something else?
The screen seemed harmless, but there was something eerie about it that gave him chills.
[7 seconds…]
Curiosity, impatience, and the boredom of the past few days all collided in one impulsive decision. Before he could stop himself, Adam blurted out:
"Yes!"
Immediately, the screen stopped counting, and everything around him went dark. There was no warning, no gentle transition. The light simply vanished, and Adam felt like he was falling... falling... falling.
...
When Adam opened his eyes, his head was spinning.
Everything felt different, yet strangely familiar.
He wasn't in his room, and that much was immediately clear.
The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was lying in a massive canopy bed, with green and silver velvet curtains draped around the sides, as if trying to cocoon him.
The room he was in was, in a word, luxurious. Dark wooden furniture and rugs so soft they probably cost more than his grandmother's entire house surrounded him.
The walls were black, the carpets were an emerald green so rich they looked sooo expensive, and a large window decorated with velvet curtains in silver and gold stood across from him, leading to a small balcony.
In the center of the room was a queen-sized bed on a wooden frame intricately carved with detailed designs. Beside it were two small drawers.
Everything in the room followed a simple color scheme: green, black, white, silver, and gold—not to mention everything looked outrageously expensive.
At the headboard of the bed, there was a small carving that read: "Draco Lucius Malfoy"
Adam sat up in the bed, confused and disoriented. Then, something else appeared in front of him: another floating screen.
[Congratulations on successfully entering the world of Harry Potter!
As a welcome reward, you have received the ability: Natural Occlumen]
Adam blinked several times.
"What the heck is a Natural Occlumen?" he murmured, but as if in response, a list appeared below the main text, explaining the ability in detail.
[Natural Occlumens:
Natural Mental Resistance: Blocks access to your thoughts and emotions.Emotional Control: Masks your feelings.Constant Protection: Automatic defenses against mind-manipulating magic]"Well... that sounds useful... I guess," Adam muttered, trying to process what he had just read. The ability sounded impressive, though he didn't fully understand what it meant.
But his surprise was far from over.
When he caught sight of his reflection in a nearby mirror, his own face stared back at him…yet something was different.
His light brown hair was gone, replaced by platinum blonde locks that seemed to shimmer under the dim light of the room.
A chill ran down Adam's spine.
For some reason, he immediately knew that he was now Draco Malfoy… the character from the Harry Potter book he had read.
Then, memories began flooding his mind. Memories that weren't his, but now felt as real as if he had lived them himself.
He remembered Malfoy Manor, the cold demeanor of his father, Lucius, and the loving but rigid smile of his mother, Narcissa. He remembered private lessons in French and Latin, etiquette classes, and a childhood surrounded by magic and privilege.
Everything was so vivid that Adam staggered, unable to distinguish between what was truly his and what now belonged to Draco.
"T-This... c-can't be real..." he whispered, running a hand through his blonde hair.
But it was real.
Every tiny detail of this magical world felt so tangible that he knew he wasn't dreaming.
....
As Adam tried to calm himself, another screen appeared in front of him.
[First Mission: Integrate into this world by avoiding suspicion from your family.
Reward: ?
Penalty: Loss of the system]
Adam's heart sank.
Losing the system meant he could end up trapped in this world with no help… or worse, be sent back home with no answers about what was happening.
The mission was clear: he had to act like Draco Malfoy and avoid raising suspicion.
Well... it wouldn't exactly be "acting" anymore. A part of him now practically felt like he was Draco Malfoy.
Fortunately, the larger part of him still prevailed, and he could use that to figure out how to behave.
Although there was one small problem: acting like Draco Malfoy sucked.
He had to behave like a spoiled, arrogant, and annoying child, which went against everything Adam was.
And no, not that he was perfect, or nothing like that, but he was certainly much better than this Draco.
Yeah, this guy had issues, no question about it. His father wasn't much better, though, so Adam couldn't entirely blame Draco for being the way he was.
At least Adam's parents, as distant as they were, were far more decent than Lucius Malfoy.
He spent the entire night thinking through everything, trying to come to terms with the situation.
...
"Master Draco, the Madam is asking for you at the breakfast table," said a nasal, high-pitched voice beside his bed.
"AAAAHHH!" screamed Draco… well, Adam… as he jumped so high he nearly fell off the bed.
Who wouldn't scream upon seeing a creature with huge eyes and pointy ears appear right next to them?
Yup. He still wasn't used to house-elves, even though he knew all about them from the memories now practically embedded in his mind.
They were, to put it mildly, strange. And a little creepy, especially if they startled you…
'In the morning?!' he thought, shocked to see the time and realize that hours had passed in the blink of an eye.
Ok… apparently, he'd been too distracted by his thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, Adam tried to calm down and remember who he was supposed to be.
'Draco Malfoy. Heir to the Malfoy family. Act like Draco'
He quickly remembered to activate Natural Occlumen consciously to help himself stay composed, and it worked wonders.
With a quick change in tone, he attempted to sound like the arrogant boy everyone expected.
"Fine," he said, waving a hand as if being woken up was the most annoying thing in the world. "Tell my mother I'll be there shortly"
The house-elf nodded, snapped its fingers, and disappeared into thin air, leaving Adam alone in the massive room.
He sat on the bed for a moment, staring at the space around him. Even after perfectly integrating all of Draco's memories of this life… kinda his life now… he still wasn't fully used to it.
...
After shaking off the drowsiness from his body, Adam searched through the clothes that were laid out next to the bed.
What he found made him frown: an outfit that looked like it came straight out of a medieval novel.
The clothes were adorned with golden embroidery, tight trousers, and long robes that could easily have been taken from the wardrobe of a magical knight from centuries ago. Although, they did differ in one particular way… everything was absurdly luxurious and ostentatious.
Oh and yeah, the colors were white, black, green, and gold. What a surprise…
"Seriously?" he muttered to himself, pulling at one of the medieval-style garments in white, green, and gold with a resigned sigh.
Apparently, Draco had questionable taste when it came to these things. According to his memories, Draco loved dressing like this because it made him feel like an ancient magical knight… or a little noble from bygone eras.
Idiotic.
However, Lucius Malfoy, his father, always despised some of these more childish wardrobe choices.
Adam vividly recalled how Lucius would grimace every time he saw Draco wearing some of these strange outfits, as if he were looking at a painting hung crookedly on a wall.
For now, though, Lucius wasn't at the manor. Apparently, he had important matters to attend to at the Ministry of Magic and with some business associates. That meant Narcissa, Draco's mother, would be his only company for the next few days.
And it seemed that Draco usually wore these clothes instead of traditional robes when he was in private with his mother.
Just imagine how strange these outfits had to be for even Lucius Malfoy to recognize they were ridiculous.
Adam sighed.
If he was going to maintain the façade of being Draco, he'd have to wear these awful clothes for a while, at least.
Yeah… He couldn't just stop wearing them overnight; Narcissa might get suspicious, and the system's warning about not raising suspicion was always in the back of his mind.
Now, he was dressed in fine white garments and a sort of green-and-gold protective coat that Draco often wore. To be fair, the outfit looked quite good on him, complementing his pale skin and platinum blonde hair. It gave him an almost ethereal glow.
Even so, it still felt awkward and strange… to the point of being slightly embarrassing, like something he would only wear as a Halloween costume.
And he was far too used to his T-shirts, hoodies, and jeans… or, as they would call them here, "Muggle" clothes.