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Draco

Someone was calling my name.

Ugh. Five more minutes.

My throat felt like sandpaper, my head was pounding, and my vision was straight-up garbage.

"Water," I rasped, because that seemed like a reasonable demand.

"Here," a voice said, and something was shoved into my hands. I squinted at it. Bottle? Flask? Weirdly shaped rock? Didn't matter I drank.

As my vision cleared, I took in my surroundings. I was in some kind of compartment. A train? Seemed like it. Across from me sat two large, vaguely familiar boys. One looked especially round, like he'd been sculpted out of dough and enthusiasm. The other had a sharper face but the same general hired muscle vibe.

Where had I seen them before?

The door suddenly slid open, and a scruffy-looking man walked in. His face did this weird momentary grimace before snapping back to neutral.

"Close the doors and stay here," he said before heading out like he had somewhere more important to be.

…Right. Okay. That was weird.

"Who was that?" the round one asked.

"Dunno," the other muttered before turning to me. "You alright now?"

"Yeah, I—"

"I didn't expect Dementors to be on the train," he added, cutting me off.

Dementors. The word rattled around in my brain like a loose gear. It sounded… familiar.

Dementors. Dementors.

Why did that sound so....

"I thought I was gonna die," Round One muttered. Then he looked at me. "Didn't expect you to faint, though."

Alright, rude. But valid.

I wasn't even listening anymore. My brain had just slammed on the brakes because Dementors? Train compartment? Weirdly familiar faces?

A horrible suspicion started forming.

I turned to the window, hoping for a clue, and caught sight of my reflection.

Pale. Sharp features. Platinum blond hair.

…No.

No, no, no.

This wasn't happening.

I wasn't just on a train. I was on that train.

I wasn't just some random passenger. I was Malfoy Jr.

I transmigrated.

I TRANSMIGRATED INTO HARRY POTTER.

My brain crashed. I think Crabbe or was it Goyle? was still talking, but I was too busy staring into the existential void.

This had to be a prank. A dream. A weird fever hallucination. Any second now, I'd wake up in my bed, and everything would be...

"Draco?" Goyle or Crabbe? was watching me closely now.

I forced myself to swallow my panic. Play it cool. Don't freak out.

"Yeah?" I said, voice only slightly strangled.

"You're really okay?"

"Yeah, yes, definitely," I said, nodding way too fast. "Absolutely fine. Just… re-evaluating my life choices."

And possibly panicking forever.

Taking another sip, I tried to cool myself down.

Was it working?

Definitely not.

I wanted to scream.

Maybe in happiness. Maybe in rage. Maybe at whatever cruel god, system, or cosmic entity had decided this was my fate.

But I didn't. I was good at controlling my emotions.

Most of the time, at least.

I needed to… think.

Yes, think.

What should I think about?

Myself.

I was Draco Malfoy.

Father: Death Eater. Relationship? Bad.

Mother: Also a Death Eater. Relationship? Also bad.

Yeah, that summed it up nicely.

This was completely different from the movies.

Okay. Don't stress.

Yes. Do what someone in my position would do.

System, I thought, following the standard isekai protocol.

Nothing happened.

Seeing the other two busy with their conversation, I muttered, very quietly, "System."

Still nothing.

Now I was just desperate.

I ran a hand down my face. "Cool. Cool."

Just as I was about to accept my fate, something flickered in the corner of my vision.

[Initializing…]

I froze.

Oh.

Oh, hell yes.