Adam in the Real World and Harry Potter?(OC/HP/Showbiz/Hollywood)

Chapter 2:

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After dressing in the ridiculous clothes… which again, to his annoyance, actually fit him quite well… Adam looked at himself in the mirror and tried to convince his reflection.

"You are Draco Malfoy. The arrogant little heir of the Malfoys. Yes… even if you look like a mannequin in a costume shop"

With one last resigned glance, he quickly left the room after thoroughly washing his face, erasing all traces of his collapse from the night…or morning, depending on how you looked at it.

He needed to calm down. He needed to focus.

Closing the door behind him, he felt a wave of apprehension as he looked down the hallway, fidgeting with the intricate sleeves of his outfit.

These clothes were so... restrictive.

Adam glanced around the hallway, which was much darker than he was used to, as his newly acquired memories instinctively guided him toward the dining room. His stomach did a little flip.

He was about to come face to face with Draco Malfoy's parents.

From what Adam knew from these new memories, he had to be careful around Lucius. Thankfully he would not be in the house today.

Apparently, Lucius had quite a temper when provoked, and it would be best to stay on his good side. This meant avoiding arguments or going against his wishes.

The Draco Malfoy from his memories was fairly intelligent and had learned this from a young age. Yet, for reasons Adam still didn't fully understand, Draco had also started to respect, admire, and even want to imitate his father.

Yes… it was strange how someone as intelligent and studious as the Draco Malfoy in his memories… smarter than Adam himself, yup he could admit that without shame… had come to admire someone like his father so much.

Even with the memories, all Adam could acknowledge was that Lucius commanded a certain level of respect, but in every other way, the man was quite... unpleasant.

On the other hand, from what he'd seen of Narcissa, she was entirely devoted to Draco and Lucius. She would do anything to protect those she loved and was fiercely loyal, to the point of being cruel to others. If she were to notice any inconsistency in his personality, it would be a massive problem.

The thought made Adam feel a sudden urge to run as far away as possible, but he suppressed it. Running wouldn't solve anything. He had to face this if he wanted to keep the system and eventually find a way back home. Magic had to make it possible someday… or at least he hoped so. If not, he prayed the strange system would help him return.

Pushing his panic to the furthest corners of his mind, Adam tried to compartmentalize his emotions. The Natural Occlumen ability was proving to be his greatest ally in these critical moments.

It was strange to feel so calm and think so logically in a situation that had already made him completely paranoid.

He'd even say he was thinking much more clearly… and… more maturely, maybe?

Well, having nine extra years of someone else's experiences in his head probably affected him more than he realized… maybe a lot more.

On another note, it seemed that not only were the Malfoys obligated to dress exclusively in black, green, white, or gold at all times, but the entire mansion and its decor also followed the same color scheme.

Even though he had already seen all of this vividly in his memories, seeing it for himself now somehow made it feel even stranger and more distasteful.

...

The Malfoy Manor dining room was two floors away and in a different wing of the house. It wasn't just a dining room; it was an enormous hall that seemed more suited for banquets than breakfast. The high ceiling was adorned with enchanted crystal chandeliers, and the dark furniture gleamed as if polished nightly by house-elves.

When Adam arrived, Narcissa was already seated. The woman exuded a natural elegance that was intimidating. She was impeccably dressed in a pale blue gown that perfectly complemented her light eyes. Although her expression was serene, there was something in her gaze that made Adam feel small… well, smaller than he already was.

He swallowed hard and tried to recall how Draco was supposed to act.

How did he greet his mother in the morning?

The memories were there, but it was hard to focus with so much on his mind. Without thinking too much, he blurted out a cheerful:

"Good morning, Mother!"

Narcissa's face softened slightly, but her eyebrows raised just a little.

Adam felt a knot form in his stomach.

'Oh no. Mistake…'

'Draco isn't a morning person,' he thought quickly, cursing himself as he remembered that the boy was usually quite grumpy when he woke up, unlike him who usually used to get up in a great mood.

Adam was just getting started and he had already failed in his performance, and now Narcissa was looking at him with… curiosity?

'...'

"Are you all right, dear?" she asked softly. "Did you sleep well…?"

Adam, feeling his mind racing at full speed, immediately activated once again Natural Occlumen. His body relaxed, his thoughts cleared, and a wave of calm washed over him.

With a small smile, he approached Narcissa, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek, just as Draco's memories told him he should.

'I guess Draco was a bit of a mama's boy. Ha, who would've thought?' Adam thought amused yet he already knew that this was in fact true, Draco was indeed a mama's boy.

"I slept well, Mother," he replied in a polite tone, though internally, he wanted to slam his head against the table for his earlier clumsiness.

Narcissa smiled, though Adam couldn't help but notice she was observing him more closely than usual. She didn't seem suspicious, but she was definitely studying him.

The rest of the day passed with a mixture of tension and curiosity for Adam. He couldn't fully relax because he was always acting. Every word, every gesture, every response had to be perfect to avoid raising any suspicions.

....

Later, he found himself in one of the sitting rooms with his mother, pretending to be interested as she spoke about the importance of traditions and blood purity in the magical world.

Yup… Adam couldn't help but think that Narcissa was a good mother but not a good person, judging by the many disparaging comments she made about other people or groups. Her views were quite similar to Lucius's, though the latter was more of an extremist while Narcissa was more… umm passive?

Narcissa watched him with a mix of severity and expectation, as if every word she said was an important lesson Draco needed to etch into his mind.

It was exhausting...

But Adam smiled and nodded at the right moments, allowing his memories and the help of Natural Occlumen to guide his responses.

"I hope you remember all of this, Draco," she said, finishing her lecture with a tone that now sounded much more affectionate.

Adam knew that Lucius would probably question him about what he'd learned from his mother during these days, and if the answers weren't satisfactory… Well, things wouldn't go well for Draco. So, it was best to pay attention and remember everything perfectly to keep everyone happy for now.

Still with Natural Occlumen active to keep himself from falling apart, Adam replied:

"Of course, Mother."

....

When night finally came, Adam was utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically. As he lay on Draco's enormous canopy bed, Adam couldn't help but feel torn.

This world was fascinating.

The magic, the magical creatures, the countless magical objects, the spells he saw his mother or the house-elves using, the potions….

Yeah, everything was like a dream come true. He wanted to stay here, learn more, and explore every corner of this world he had only known through books before.

But at the same time… he missed his real family.

Yup, he missed the jokes from his older brothers, the yelling in the house, and even the way his mother always seemed too busy but was always present.

It was a confusing feeling, because now he had two families: one he loved and another he had to pretend to love while fulfilling his annoying role as the perfect Malfoy heir in this magnificent magic world.

Now lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, he thought about everything that had happened and asked himself again: How did he get here? Who had created this system? Why him? And most importantly, was there a way back?

Adam couldn't help but feel guilty for saying "yes" to something that now seemed far more complicated than he had imagined.

As his thoughts piled up in his mind, the clock struck midnight. The instant the hands aligned, everything went dark again.

The room disappeared. Time stopped. Everything fell into absolute silence, and Adam, once again, was swallowed by the darkness.