I was born in Britian, in the classic Malfoy Manor, the humble son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I was raised to respect magic and all those who weild it, pureblood and Muggle-born alike, and I was taught never to use magic as a weapon unless defending myself or others from those following Lord Voldemort.

My baby sister, Aurora Malfoy, was born two years after I, ah, she was a lovely little thing, I remember playing hide-and-seek in the neighborhood surrounding out American home while our mother lovingly kept watch over us. Aurora's a rather sweet girl, kind-hearted, gentle, we were all very happy in our home, I still can't believe that the Draco of this reality didn't have the same loving influence that I did.

Aurora was maybe a year old when Voldemort, thwarted by the Harry Potter of my universe, decided to attempt to gain a famous name in the Ministry in order to prepare for his second uprising (he wasn't sapped of magic nearly as bad as he had been in his universe). He attacked Malfoy Manor, wanting my father and mother to join his side and become Death Eaters. My father wouldn't hear of it and challenged Voldemort to a wizarding duel...my father lost...but he gave my mother enough time to use a portkey to get the three of us to the United States, across the Atlantic Ocean from Voldemort's path of destruction.

I was raised in Muggle America, my mother choosing to limit the amout of magic used in our home in order to keep Voldemort from finding us. Aurora and I grew up in a peaceful setting, a small cul-de-sac in a beautiful neighborhood where we'd play games with the kids around us and spend lazy summers running around the yard, eating our favorite ice creams, and catching fireflies in balmy summer evenings. It was amazing...I loved every moment of it. But then I got my Hogwarts letter...Mother was so proud that yet another Malfoy would be attending the famous wizarding school.

The accident happened in my sixth year at Hogwarts, during Potions class. In my universe, Professor Dumbledore died during Voldemort's first uprising and Professor Snape (a more likeable character than the one in this universe) was appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts, which he also doubled as the Potions teacher. Anyway, we were supposed to be mixing Potions that would turn us invisible for a short period of time. Somehow, my potion was mixed wrong and when I drank it, there was a flash of white light and I woke up in this universe, still standing in potions class, everyone looking shocked at me. I still get rather confused when Harry insults me (he's my best friend in my universe) or when Ron and Hermione snub me, but I'm trying to deal, as well as show the other students that I am not the same Draco Malfoy, but Dumbledore has insisted that I not tell the fact that I am from an alternate reality, so now everybody thinks the potion has made me insane. But, like I said, I'm dealing...

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