Living In An Invisible Timeline

Prologue

No matter how many times Draco entered the Great Hall, it always stunned him to see how much everything had changed. There where no longer the four rectangular tables for one individual house. Now the Great Hall’s floor was littered with round tables that held six to seven students from any house.

The four houses banners where draped across the hall’s sidewalls, leading up to the Hogwarts insignia and motto. The Latin words glowed lightly and often ran through all the house colors.

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus- ‘Don’t tickle a sleeping dragon’, how ironic, Draco thought to himself as he made his way towards a wildly waving girl at a nearly full table.

He slid in an empty chair just as a dirty blonde first year Slytherin slid in the chair next to him, filling up the last place.

“So Draco,” the girl who had been waving at him said before she took a gulp of her drink, “You enjoying our ‘school that had been corrupted by us Americans’?”

Draco rolled his eyes at her bad impersonation of him. True, he had thought that about the ‘new Hogwarts’ when he first arrived but now he found it to be more relaxing to go to school and not be hated because of his last name or his house.

“I loath it,” he said seriously. The people around him laughed at his straight-faced lie.

“Hey Draco?”

The older Slytherin looked over at the dirty blonde next to him. “What?”

“How did you get here again?”

“Camrick! He’s told us a dozen times!” the only Hufflepuff at the table groaned.

Camrick glared at his sister. “He may have told you but not me.”

Draco ignored the oncoming fight between the siblings and wrote down what he wanted to eat on the piece of parchment before him. It disappeared and a few seconds later a plate of food and a glass of pumpkin juice appeared in its place.

“Y’know, it doesn’t hurt for him to tell,” the Gryffindor, who insisted she was a ‘Puffledor’, sided with her best friends brother.

“I know but I don’t think Draco wants to tell it again,” she directed her glared towards the smaller Slytherin.

Draco tuned his friends out. As amusing as it was to hear them bicker, Camrick’s question had triggered some part of his brain.

His thoughts started to wander back to the day he had been sent here— sent to the future. It had been over two years since then. He had changed from the arrogant, Fifth year pureblood Slytherin ‘muggle-born/muggle hater’ to a nearly graduated Seventh year who hung out with muggle borns, lived in a muggle society during the holidays, and was ‘The Last Pureblood Alive’.

Draco shook his head admiring the irony of his situation. As much as his father would hate, excuse him, would HAVE hated it, Draco wouldn’t change his new personality or what happened to him for all the Wizarding powers in the world.

He was perfectly content. Still, he couldn’t help but think back on how long and how much trouble it had taken to get him from the snotty Draco Malfoy to the now Draco Merflin.

He cracked a smile as he remembered the first day he had arrived at the Future Hogwarts…

Yes, yet ANOTHER story that I'll be needing to finish. sigh But I just couldn't let this one float on by! REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! I NEEDS SUPPORT!!

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