Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be on holiday in Majorca, not sitting here, wasting a hot afternoon writing a fanfiction.

Author's Note: This story will be told as a series of drabbles the ten-year-old Harry Potter dreams in order to discover that he is a wizard. Don't expect me to update very often. I'm currently in the middle of lots of How to Train Your Dragon stories and I have a job. Review even if you don't like it. I'll take the constructive criticism and come up with a fantastic counter attack.

I have to warn you; this drabble will be angsty. Enjoy!

Draco's breath came in shuddering sobs.

He couldn't go through with this. He wasn't cut out for it. He didn't want to anymore… but he had no choice: Voldemort would kill him and his family. They were already humiliated enough as it was.

Here was his chance to make everything better but he was failing miserably: the vanishing cabinet would never be fixed. It wasn't like he hadn't tried things other than the vanishing cabinet.

He'd asked Crabbe and Goyle to deliver a cursed necklace to Dumbledore through the Gryffindor Quidditch team's chaser, Katie Bell. Her bare skin had touched the wretched thing and she had to be taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

He'd also Imperiused Madam Rosmerta. He forced her to poison the mead and deliver it to Dumbledore through Professor Slughorn but Ron Weasley had taken the poisonous drink instead and was saved by Harry Potter.

Dumbledore was a great wizard. How did Voldemort expect Draco to bring him down?

This was too much. He was giving it the best he had. Maybe he didn't have it in him. Anyway, before he had even tried, he had doubts. He liked Dumbledore. Dumbledore was a pleasant headmaster and hadn't told him off for doing many things against the rules even though he utterly deserved it.

Dumbledore was a kind, sweet old man… and Draco was a monster. He hated himself. He stared into the bathroom mirror and saw his ugly panicked face staring back at him. He never wanted to see that face ever again.

He raised his wand and pointed it at the reflection, his arm shaking in terror. There was a flash of green light and ten-year-old Harry Potter awoke.