Another attempt at a HP SI without any goldfinger, so that MC does not explode with power by 30th chapter. May involve X-overs but the pyschological profile of the character is the same as my other fic, Untrusting, apathetic, amoral sociopath with no qualms against murder, theft, fraud, betrayal and genocide, if it leads to his own survival and benefit. Not everyone's cup of tea, and definitely influenced by the vast trove of Evil MCs and Antagonistic OC Fanfics. So chances are some plot-points may seem familiar. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it! And just for posterity, All works of Harry Potter World and its related literature and media belongs to its respective owners! Now welcome!
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Chapter 1. Arrival
Why is the Sun in my face in the morning? Did I fall asleep on the couch in the Living Room again? No, my neck doesn't ache, nor is my couch so rigid and hard like a granite slab. I sat down on the edge of, what I now could clearly see, an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. I saw a window to my left, and dashed quickly towards it. I was a light sleeper, and no history of dizzy spells or weak bodily constitution. The room does not smell like a hospital, nor is it any familiar. So, being hospitalized is not an answer. The view from the window offered a clear view of grassy lands, tall and sturdy trees like oak, chestnut or other giant trees scattered around the premises of a big stone walled premises and huge woods far ahead of the walls with gravelled entrance leading from the big iron gates to the building where I now was. So I know that I must be at least hours away from the nearest neighbours and society in general.
There are very few possible reasons in my perceived reality where such a view and sights are offered, and none of them made any sense. My deeply hidden Otaku voice suggested I was kidnapped by a lonely Billionaire to be made an heir, and as ridiculous as that suggestion sounded, it was one of the optimistic rational logic behind my presence here. The not-so-optimistic (read realist) view suggested it was equally likely I was kidnapped for Flesh Trade by the Traffickers, be it because of my ideal age of 24 for prostitution, or organ salvaging. Yet, I am not restrained, nor am I drugged (to the best of my knowledge). I am fully clothed in silky slippery dark green pyjamas, with the only thing of note being a glass of water and a crystal pitcher on bedside table. What is strikingly odd, however, is that, there is no power socket near me, no bedside lamp, no LED overhead lights, and no Charging cable hanging on the sides. There is a streetlamp on the pavement outside, but no overhead transmission line in sight, no solar charger over the streetlight, the street lamp being peculiar on its own, which was an old style lamp of Victorian Era design with cast iron stem and glass casing.
I thought of trying all doors, when I had to close the window when a biting wind blew past me. The weather was suggestively temperate not tropical or Mediterranean as I was used to. The visible flora suggests I am further up north, which is non-sense since I returned from my Masters from Germany last year, and haven't been up the continent since then. I entered the first door on the right of the large room I am in. It seems one of the mysteries could be solved. I am somewhere in Northern Europe, or at least Northern Hemisphere in a far off woods inside a giant room in an old-fashioned medieval style stone-walled Mansion. Now I must answer merely, the how's, the why's, the when's. The last I remember was coming home from work late, making a call to my parents because it was my birthday and I don't like to celebrate it, and going to sleep after emailing the report to my boss for the audit.
As I walked into the gents, I saw the same suggestive features, lack of Electronics, no trimmer or shaving kit near the basin, a giant oval mirror in the centre, an extensively carved bathtub almost as big as a Jacuzzi, with four taps of different sizes in copper plumbing and at the same time missing an overhead light or lamp in the room. What was more peculiar than all of that was just how tiny I felt compared to the room. Before at the window, I thought that the window was higher than normal. But in the enclosed space, I can feel just how shrunken I feel. So I walked up to the mirror, and started screaming, "NO nononononono!"
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After calming down I tried breathing normally. What shocked me so? Looking into the mirror revealed some answers to my questions. I was not looking at my 24 year old self, but at a lanky 7-8 year old kid who had blonde hair straightened and pulled back, steel grey eyes, baby fat or both sides of my chin, yet a sharp aristocratic definition of a chin, and a straight thin nose, almost curved at the end and small pinkish lips. When I stood closer to the mirror, I heard a chipper feminine voice come from ahead of me (where there was only a mirror), "Master Draco, good morning! It is 8 O' Clock now, so you have woken up early today, did you not sleep pleasantly? Should I inform Mistress Narcissa of any discomfort you have? Or should I inform Dobby to wake you up after an hour again?"
Now, either this is the most lucid dream Dreamable, or this is the most Elaborate Scare Tactics episode I am a part of, or I am hallucinating under the influence of vast cocktail of Drugs I never tried or would ever try in my life, or I am under Coma and currently delusional. OR the least likely option of being Isekai'ed into Harry Potter lore into the body of a child Draco Malfoy. None of the options are relieving and yet, if not this then what, if not this, then Why? Now, since I don't have any option or a known solution to this and there is no backlash memory trip from the younger Death Eater whose body I supposedly now possess (no pun Intended! Seriously I am panicking here!), I must do as many before have dreamt and written about doing. I must act as if everything is alright, contemplate my next move, plan out my ambition, survive the chastisement of the world by choosing the losing side in the upcoming War, making sure my idiot father is put on track, and shown the correct way, learn more about this world and what was never written or shown in the movies and the play. Make sure not to marry a weak witch like Astoria who suffers under a Blood Curse, and dies in Childbirth. Enjoy all the pleasures this world has to offer with its ridiculously biased, narrow-minded society which greatly benefits someone of my standing, with all the major Ministry departments in my father's pocket. Make sure to eliminate all threats directly or indirectly affecting my pleasures and survival! That includes the Lich Lord Voldemort and his Band of Brothers and Role-players!
Why, do you say, I am not looking for ways to get back to my home, my reality? Well, first of all, if this is an Isekai, and it turns out this is not Delusion or Hallucination, why would I go to civilised mundane society as a common man, when here I can learn Reality bending Physics defying magic, where the society is so biased that I am practically a Nobility here, and when I am made Noble by Some-Powers-that Be's designs, you can be sure the only responsibility and duty I serve faithfully is Me and Mine. That is my Noblesse Oblige and that is the morality that I serve and honour. I will verify whether this is dream or a reality, and if it turns out to be the latter, then by Merlin, all Bets are off!
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