In the Malfoy Compound, a child of 17 years of age sat. His hands ruffed his white hair as tears of sadness fell from his eyes. His name was Draco Malfoy, and he had just returned from the assassination of Headmaster Dumbledore.
Malfoy did not know how, but Lord Voldemort had essentially fixed his seventh year, he had skipped it with full marks, he would not return to the safety of Hogwarts. And he knew, he walked into the wolf's den.
However suddenly, Draco felt something slam into him. As memories began flooding his mind, memories of another man. One that lived on the same planet, but in another time, another universe. A time where his universe was nothing but a child's show, a series of movies.
His mind could not take the pressure, and fell into his bed. Unconscious. Ending the pitiful life of the original Malfoy, and a new one would rise. One that knew the future, and knew what had to be done.
...
My eyes blurred awake, as I looked around. Feeling the new scenery, I was in a bed, my bed. The bed of Draco Malfoy, the man I was now. And suprisingly, I did not feel any shock, any stress. I was suprisingly calm about it, accepting my fate in this new world. Perhaps a result of my knockout, or simply a part of my transmigration.
I had died, killed by a bomb that struck Norway, a terrorist attack by a group funded by Russia, but that was that. Now, I was Draco Malfoy in the world of Harry Potter, one of the more pitiful character in the show. And a terrible starting point, being in service to the Dark Lord.
But, all was not lost. For my current magical reserves and quality did not match that of the previous owner, my reserves had tripled, and my quality had been refined.
Magic worked like stamina, the more you harnessed it's energy, the further your reserves improved. And the more you practised, the better your quality became.
Draco was arrogant, yes. But he was not an idiot, and he had been a promising student at Hogwarts. His magical results been slightly higher than average, most of it was focused on his combat skills. Having done extremely well in charms and defense against the dark art, alongside potions. Though that was a result of favoritism rather than actual skill.
But I needed to change, I needed to improve. I could follow the original, which did result in Voldemorts death, and my survival. But that felt….. boring. I had spent decades in my previous world, following the flow. Letting others make decisions for me, but now with the power to rise above any else. I wanted to use it, to reach a new peak. And I would not let some Chosen One decide my fate.
I stood up, and made my way down the stairs and into the library. It was mid-day, and Voldemort and his disciples had yet to move into the Malfoy Castle.
Most wizards were taught the basics of magic, the Stupefy spell, Petrificus Totalus, Incendio, Protego and some minor spells when it came to self defense. And students were expected to master it by the end of the school, being able to cast them incantation-free and with the speed of one that has mastered it. And Draco had reached that level.
And now, I wanted to take it to a new level. From what the memories of the previous soul told me, upon graduation at Hogwarts most students developed towards a series of areas, often related to what they desired to do for the rest of their life, but generally when it came to combat. There were 3 ways.
Elemental Mastery;
Dark Magic;
Combat Specialization;
Dark Magic referred to the use of dark matter, unforgivable spells, cursed spells, and some dark magic spells like Fiendfyre. One could manipulate Dark Matter into spikes, bullets and other hardened objects.
Combat Specialization often included some advanced types of the basic spells, often the specialization of aurors. This fighting style included the use of speed, and instant-fight ending spells. Like Reducto, Bombarda, Petrificus Totalus or various charms, essentially being a more advanced version of the Hogwarts Style.
Elemental Mastery however, was what intrigued me- as from what I had gathered it was the most difficult to master, but also the most beneficial one. It was a taxing fighting style, requiring vast reserves and quality. Though there were many cases of wizards acquiring a level of mastery that resulted in the magical exhaustion of each spell being lowered to that of basic spells.
But most wizards, like Dumbledore and Grindelwald became legends in this field, due to their immense reserves, talent and dedication. And that would be my road.
And with that, I found my book. Opening the book as I began my studies.
...…
Lucius Malfoy stood by one of the massive windows that overlooked the courtyard outside of the Malfoy Castle, watching as his son duelled with his newly hired instructor, by the name of Sander Hansson, a Norwegian Mercenary. Hailed for his great skill in elemental manipulation and experience, being 40 years old and his physique clearly representing the Scandinavian culture, though he was very casual-like built. He had slicked-back brown hair, with a clean-shaved face. He was surprisingly handsome, and tall- very little fat nor especially broad.
Blue and red flames crashed as birds of various levels of fire came into contact with one another, the red color to Sander, and the blue to Draco.
Lucius had been quite….. proud of his sons latest achievements. Less than 1 and a half month into his return from Hogwarts, and Draco had truly flourished under his new speciality. He had combined scientific logic with magic, allowing his flame to contest with the far more magical-advanced magic of Sander.
But of course, the man was far stronger than Draco, and although Lucius hesitated to admit it, he knew that his son could go a few rounds with himself, perhaps even Snape or Garrick Travers. And that was enough, for now. Magical battles were not just raw strength, but a mix of cunning and quick thinking. And Lucius knew his son was both, the child had a surge in determination, intelligence and talent after his showdown in Hogwarts, and it pleased Lucius immensely, perhaps his son could lead the Malfoy Family to new heights.
....
I stood in the courtyard, panting as Sander stood opposite to me, looking as if he hadn't fought me for 20 minutes straight. The man was a beast of nature when it came to magical reserves, easily being capable of matching me tooth and nail throughout the entire encounter. Even when he was putting far more magical power into his spells than I did.
"You have grown a lot, Draco. But you must learn to sharpen your spells, as it is they will never be capable of overcoming a spell of similar size." Sander spoke and I nodded, I knew very well what he meant, but it was not easy at all. And it is what put an elemental trainee and practitioner apart, and I was working hard to overcome said barrier.
"Let us return to the library, you'll resume with your previous training manuals." Sander said and I nodded, as we made our way into the castle, our every movement being watched by the Death Eaters on guard, a stark reminder of Voldemort's presence. Something that happened half a month ago, as Voldemort moved into our castle.
However, as we entered a man stepped infront of us. None other than Lucius Malfoy, my father. "Voldemort has summoned us for a meeting; get in your finest clothes and hurry to the master dining room. Sander, stay with him." Lucius spoke, and both Sander and I nodded, knowing the significance of a summoning from Voldemort.
And with great haste, we made our way towards my bedroom.
Sander, was not just my instructor. He was hired at great expense by my father to serve as my bodyguard, my servant, my instructor and my mentor. And we paid for his family back in Norway.
Additionally, Lucius had saved Sander from a great scandal. He killed a British muggle, for the rape of his daughter. And Lucius had gotten him out of the trouble on my request, as I had been scouting for a proper instructor and therefore we had both bought and blacklisted our way to his loyalty.
And the mark on his forearm symbolised said loyalty, the same which I carried. Though we both had learned a spell which permitted us to hide the abomination in our skin, only recieving the boost in dark magic that the mark gave us.
...….
A few minutes later I sat beside my mother and my father, a tense silence befalling us as we waited for the last person to arrive, namely Severus Snape.
Sander stood silently by the wall, his eyes sharp and concentrated as he stared into the wall. He knew that any mistake could cost him fatally, and my gaze turned towards the entrance as I heard footsteps.
And as he entered, I saw him freeze at the sight of a certain woman in the room.
For, levitating above the table was none other than Mrs Charity Burbage, a professor at Hogwarts. A woman I personally had never studied under, but heard rumors of her belief in muggle equality, a dangerous ideology to follow in these times, and she paid the price.
Her face was swollen from pain, and both her arms were amputated at the elbow, and she was shivering in pain.
Yet, Snape's poker face came through once again, as he simply ignored her and sat down. 2 seats away from the Dark Lord himself.
"You bring news, I trust?" Voldemort asked as he sat down, and Severus responded coldly. "I do, next saturday at nightfall." He spoke, but another voice rang through the room, gruff and deep.
"I've heard differently, my lord. The Auror Office let it slip that the boy will be moved the day before he turns 17." He spoke, catching the Lords attention.
"This is a false lead, the Auror Office no longer has any part in the protection of Harry Potter." Snape responded, and the Lord turned towards Pirus, their newest addition to the counil. And the one they were supporting for Minister.
However, I knew the truth and decided to use it. As I spoke up, my voice no longer the high-tuned one, but far more calm. "I believe Severus is correct." I said, as all eyes turned to me. Including the suprised and flabergasted gaze of my father.
Yet the Dark Lord seemed intrigued. "And why's that, Draco?" He asked, as my eyes met Snape's for a split second. "I know Harry, and I know the Weasleys. For all their naivety, they would not trust the ministry in this matter. They never have." I spoke, and for some reason Pirus backed me up.
"The young Malfoy is wise, Arthur Weasly has been slowly distancing himself from the Ministry, including known members of the Phoenix Order like Madeye and Kingsley." Pirus spoke as my suprised eyes met his for a few seconds, before Prius's eyes shifted to the dark lord.
"Very good." Voldemort said as he stood up and made his way towards me, standing behind me as he placed his hands on my shoulders, and I struggled not to flinch. "I suppose you shall join the effort of intercepting Potter, seeing as you know so much about him personally." He said.
"It would be my honor."
"Great, then it is decided. But now, my wand and potters share the same core. They are by extension…. twins. I cannot lethally harm Potter, and therefore will need a new wand." He said, as his eyes fell on my father.
And like the original, he would proceed to steal my Fathers wand, utterly humilating him. Before moving on to kill the mutilated professor, right before Severus's eyes.
And like that, the meeting ended and everyone left the manor. Including Voldemort and his closest followers, heading off to who knows where. While my father, my mother and Sander remained.
My father stood shellshocked at the loss of his wand, while my mother hugged me. Before stepping back, her calculating eyes meeting mine. "You are playing a dangerous game, son. These recent events may have matured you beyond your years, but the Dark Lord is no fool. Ambition will get you nowhere." She spoke softly as I shook my head.
"We need to prove our worth, or we will end up like Mrs Charity." I said, my eyes briefly flickering towards my pitiful father, still shellshocked by the loss of his wand.
My Mother sighed for a second, the weight of her forced marriage hitting her like a tonn of bricks, as she began leading her husband away, attempting to consolidate him.
I then turned towards Sander, who was looking at me with one eyebrow raised. "You've sure got balls, kid." He said, and I smiled. "You with me?" I asked in response, and he nodded.
"That's what I get paid for. But first, there's one spell you needa learn."
...…..
I stood in a forest, a Firebolt broom in my hands. It was an extremely good, solid and fast broom. But at a heavy cost. But as Voldemort had commanded, we would engage them in a dogfight. Catching them in the air.
Of course, few truly believed this was the best course of action. But the Death Eaters were no military, although some branches of it wanted to structure it towards it.
The core of Voldemorts structure was his 24 core members. The same 24 that were gathered the night I made Voldemorts eyes. And from that bunch, most were heads of the 'trueblood families', but there were a few individuals that had ascertained such a position through might or cunning.
Most famously Severus Snape for his work as a double spy, Pirus for his exceptional political intelligence, or Bellatrix for her battle-capability and bloodlust, or Fenrir for his mercenary army.
And most, with the exception of a few like Severus and Bellatrix. Had underlings, goons that worked directly for them. Fenrir had his werewolf mercenaries, while most other goons worked for the pureblood families. The same families that funded most of Voldemorts operations.
Lucius previously had such number of goons, prior to Lord Voldemorts death. But upon his death, Lucius would abandon most of them. And Voldemort has currently restricted him from getting any.
The only reason Sanders serve us, is that he's directly under me within the Death Eaters structure.
But perhaps that's for the best, the only reason we managed to aquire such an elite as Sander was precisely because we had no other goons to manage as well. But I aimed to change that.
Sanders stood behind me, he too standing with a Firebolt Broom.
We both wore the standard death eater gear, a long cape with a hood that covered most of our body. Which was reinforced with charms meant to counter simpler spells like stupefy, while also keeping us warm and dry.
Additionally, we both sported a simple silver mask. One created through magic, not physical metals.
I looked forward, where a few meters ahead of me stood Dolohov. Another one of Voldemorts men that had earned his loyalty through years of jail-time. Most who fought in the first war died either during or after, so the remnants received greater positions. And Dolohov was rumored to be favored by House Travers as well.
Lucius, was not permitted to enter the battle. And I had not yet proved myself capable of handling myself in the field, so I would serve under this boffoon. But it was not all bad, for he was stupedly arrogant. And when I had suggested that Harry 'might' be travelling with Hagrid.
Well, he called me a retard for even suggesting they would give such precious hardware to a half-giant without a wand, which is indeed stupid. But I didn't continue; this was all I needed.
Suddenly, a voice penetrated all our minds. Synchronised by the mark we bore.
"They have left….. engage."
And with that, both Sander and I hopped on a broom and sped off. Heading for the thunder-filled skies.
It didn't take long for the first conflict to break out. As Fenrir clashed with Kinsley, the man blocked a well-performed Avada Kedavra with a stone wall, before returning fire with a soundless Petrificus Totalus, followed by a massive fireball.
Fenrir, was a dark-magic specialist. Like Bellatrix, and shadows wrapped around him as he threw it forward, dark matter surrounding the fireball and snuffing out all oxygen before it could hit him.
And he blocked the Petrificus Totalus with a Protego. As Kinsley dove down, transforming into white matter and entering a semi-apparition state, with Fenrir following in similar notion.
The next ones to clash was Travers and Remus, as Travers began unleashing massive waves of elemental magic while Remus defended with precise, perfect and dangerous execution of simpler magic, such as the Reducto Spell, Bombarda Maxima and other destructive spells to unstabilize Lord Travers's spells.
The next ones to clash would be Lord Voldemort himself and Madeye, followed by his Harry Potter popping out of existence, and Madeye was chased down relentlessly by Voldemort.
Dark and Light Magic clashing relentlessly in epic showdowns. For Madeye specialised in fighting Death Eaters, and had developed a combat style that directly countered Dark-Magic wielders, which used a more refined yet more taxing 'Light Magic'.
Bill Weasley and what I assumed what Delacour were hunted down by half a dozen of death eaters. And similar situations played out for Arthur Weasley, and for Remus's shapeshifting wife with Ron.
I then saw an explosion of flame as Hagrid's flying motorcycle flew through the battlefield, followed by 3 death eaters.
Turning towards Sander, I used what limited training I had in occlumency to speak the simple words. 'There' as I pointed towards Hagrid, and he nodded.
Me and Sander dove right after them, as we headed towards a massive highway that ran underneath us, not yet within combat range as we were slightly behind, but our brooms were faster than his Motorcycle, and we both came upon them soon enough.
I raised my wand and aimed it towards Harry, and with a flick a Reducto left my wand, yet he dodged and it slammed into the pavement beneath us, and the pavement within a 2 meter radius disintegrated.
Sander raised his wand as well, and with a simple 'Stupefy' Hagrid was out of play, though Potter took charge and flew into the tunnel, and the 2 other Death Eaters did so as well, though both Sander and I were slightly slower.
Which saved me as two lightning strikes struck both of the Death Eaters, both of them turning to dust.
Sander's eyes narrowed as his words rang through my mind. 'Chase Potter, I will handle him'
I turned to look at him in confusion, but my eyes widened as I sensed magic buildup from above me, an attribute I had gained recently. And I hurriedly raised my wand, the words "Protego Maxima" leaving my mouth as a massive shield formed directly above me, blocking a continuous stream of lightning.
Yet unlike the Death Eaters's death, this lightning strike wasn't a quick one. It was a continuous stream of it's energy, as it began clashing against my Protego Maxima, as I poured endless magical energy into it, yet the lightning continued forever, slowly but surely penetrating my shield.
However, it suddenly ended. And as I struggled to catch my breath, I turned my attention towards where I had sensed the magical buildup. Only to see that Sanders was engaged in a heated duel with a man I barely could make out, but when I did it sent shivers down my body.
Unlike what the series showed, the world was full of extremely strong and dangerous magical individuals, also within the Ministry of Magic. Although they never showed it, the Ministry was extremely dangerous.
The Office of Aurors hosted half a dozen wizards equally capable as Madeye, and some surpassed the man. And this was one of them.
Davis Dawer, a man of equal strength to Madeye, and known for his legendary manipulation of lightning magic to contest with the strongest of wizards.
But, there was more important things to attend to, and with that my broom and me on it, sprang into action as I flew towards the exit of the tunnel. I caught Harry as he exited on the same Motorcycle.
And as I saw a certain owl fly towards me, I decided that I had enough proof, and I pressed my wand to my arm before flying off. The bird following me, as I turned towards Sanders, who was now on the ground duelling Davis, the pair was locking in an intense duel, red flames and lightning clashing as they unleashed their most powerful techniques, neither relenting against the onslaught of the other.
I remained in the skies, my eyes watching this intense duel of magnificence. It was something unlike any other, and it gave me a true perspective into the magical field of combat, so unlike what I had seen in the TV-series.
These magicians had developed their senses and reactions to the brim, no small spell would work against the likes of their level, so one had to overpower the other.
Which also, scared me. For in the show the Golden Trio stopped or defeated the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange, Dolohov and others. And I knew for a fact, that from what I had seen from the pair. It would not be so easy, especially Bellatrix.
Perhaps this was an alternative universe, but Butterfly effects were bound to happen, and I needed to prepare for them.
However my thoughts were interrupted as I sensed a magical buildup directly beside me, a skill Sander had been teaching me recently, and that I had a talent for. The reason small spells never worked on stronger wizards, was that they had developed the ability to sense magical buildup, and properties. Meaning they could defend simple spells from any angle, without seeing them.
Yet, I also sensed who that magical signature belonged to, so when she arrived with a boom beside me. I forced myself not to flinch, tightening my wand slightly as I stood still.
"Oh, began sensing magic have we? A true disappointment that a man with such talent, was born to the toad of a father you have." Bellatrix Lestrange said with an amused smile as she appeared in an apparition.
But she suddenly turned towards the fight, aiming her wand at the side of her throat as her voice was multiplied, "Oh boooys." She spoke, as Sander and Davis stopped their fight temporarily, both keeping their wands on each other and their attention, but their ears were listening.
Though I could see Davis's eyes narrowing slightly, he knew defeating Sander would not be easy, if Bellatrix jumped in. He would be all but dead, and he knew it.
"If you want a fight, Dower, I will gladly accept you. Hihihi, but the Lord requires our presence, and unless you want to annoy him, you'd best leave." Bellatrix spoke, and Davis sighed. Lowering his wand, as he turned to Bellatrix.
"Hahah, we sure wouldn't want that. See you, Black." He responded, dissapearing into an apparition as a green bolt landed where he stood half a second later, the result of an Avada Kedavra from Sander.
"Oh well, was worth a try." He shrugged and Bellatrix laughed. "Draco, I like this new servant of yours. Keep him close, or I will take him. Now return to your family; Narcissa is awaiting you." Bellatrix spoke in her usual high-pitched voice and I sighed. And with a nod to Sander, we both disapparated. Appearing outside the Malfoy manor.
As we entered the castle I was ambushed by one Narcissisa Malfoy, as she rapidly began looking over me, breathing out a sigh of relief as she saw nothing wrong with me.
"Oh poor boy, to think you would be exposed to this at such a young age, I've failed you." She said, tears building up in her eyes as I sighed, giving her a hug. "This is what I wanted, Mother. I will make the Malfoy Family great again, and it is too late to be hesitant; we must fully commit to the cause." I spoke, and she remained silent.
My Father then walked down the stairs, assisted by his cane, which now housed his new wand, after Voldemort stole his old one.
"You did well, son; I heard you spotted Harry Potter. The Lord will surely reward us for it." He said and I nodded. "You made us proud today, son. And I am sure you will continue to." He said, not quite enveloping me in a hug but this was the most affection he had shown for young Malfoy in a while.
And with that, we walked into the manor. Departing for our rooms, though not before I had a quick study session with Sanders. The man had just battled a high-tier Auror yet insisted that we continue training as usual.
...…..
The next morning, both Sanders and I was called to a meeting, or more a lunch. We were invited to dine with the Dark Lord himself, a favor few recieved. Yet we were not alone, Pitrus, Yaxley, Bellatrix Lestrange, Dolohov, Garrick Travers and many other heads of families. Yet my father was not permitted.
Both Sander and I sat down in a corner of the room, and remained mostly silent for the entire dinner. And similar scenarios played throughout the table, everyone was hesitating to speak their mind before the Dark Lord, and he would need to initiate a conversation for one to start. But luckily, or unluckily one came soon enough.
"Young Draco, your efforts in the ambush of Harry Potter was excellent. You have once again proved your intuition when it comes to the boy, predicting he would travel with the boffoon Hagrid, yet I suppose it makes sense." Lord Voldemort said smoothly, gaining a few nodds and mumurs of acceptance amongst his followers. "And you, Sander. Holding off Davis for as long as you did is remarkable, and Bellatrix says you were quite even."
Sander bowed his head in gratitude, "Thank you, m'lord." He spoke humbly and Voldemort laughed. "No need to be so humble, we are all friends here right?" He said, his laugh turning into a grin. "And such a formidable duo serving me is most welcome, so I felt it right to reward you." He spoke as he nodded towards Yaxley, the soon-to-be Head of Magical Law Enforcement.
"The Minister will succumb to an accident soon enough. And I will take over as Head of Magical Law Enforcement, but I will need enforcers. The Office of the Aurors….. is unlikely to fully submit to our command. So a new force will need to be created, inquisitors. And Lord Voldemort wish for both of you to serve in said regiment." He spoke, garnering the attention of everyone around the table. Nobody had heard anything of the sort, and it was clear some was….. not fully happy with these new opportunities.
"And what will our role be?" I asked, speaking up for the first time in a while.
"You will lead a unit, of course. The 4th Inquisitorial Company. In charge….. of hunting "dangerous" individuals. Your main task will be the capture and localization of Harry Potter, and you will have all resources available to ensure success." James spoke, and I nodded.
"Welcome to the Department of Magical Enforcement; High Inquisitor Malfoy and Lead Inquisitor Hansson," Voldemort said with a brief laugh.
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"What will we do about this?" Sanders asked me as we sat together in an office of the Malfoy Compound given to us by my father. As Voldemort and his entire entourage had moved out, leaving only the Mafloys, a few elfs and Sander.
"There is nothing we can do, we must simply follow their orders." I said, looking over a few files that Yaxley had handed us, detailing the new Company I would command, the Minister of Magic had been more than happy to follow through with Pirius's suggestion of a loyal new department that he himself would command, and the recruitment process had begun, but rigged by Pirius.
The Inquisitorial Department had 4 'units', Regiment, Company, Battle Group and Team. The Regiment was the full might of the Inquisitorial Departement, every member. Which was not a set number.
A Team was the lowest unit, with 4 wizards, led by a Secondary Inquisitor and consisting of 3 Tertiary Inquisitors. A Battle Group was consisted of 13 wizards, 1 Primary Inquisitor, 3 Secondary Inquisitors and 9 Tertiary Inquisitors. Then further up was the Company, consisting of 54 wizards. One High Inquisitor, a Lead Inquisitor as his second in command, and 4 Primary Inquisitors, 12 Secondary Inquisitors and 36 Tertiary Inquistiors.
"He will not be easy to find, he's got the full order behind him." Sander spoke, and I remained silent for a second. "Following orders, is not the same as fulfilling them. Harry Potters capture, would not be beneficial for us."
Sander's eyes widened slightly, understanding the danger of such words.
"Voldemorts victory, would result in his power growing to unfathomable levels. And I do not simply desire to be a follower, I wish to be a ruler. And for that, Voldemort must die."
"But firstly, we must build our base structure. And this 'Inquisitor' Company has given us the perfect excuse. Our family has always been rich, but we hold no significant industry. Our riches come from corruption in the upper levels of the Ministry of Magic, investements on knowledge we received prior to it's release. Contracts and excetera. But now, with the war rapidly arriving, the market will fall and so will our economics." I spoke, Sander nodding along slowly.
"But the Inquisitors are a government funded organization. Which means we can build a order loyal to me, on government funds." I spoke, and Sander leaned forward. "That is good and all, but where will we find the men? And furthermore, how can we ensure their loyalty?"
"James has allowed me to oversee the induction of recruits to the 4th Company, but manpower is a problem. And that is where you come in, do you happen to be aware of any desperate mercenary companies that will commit to shady causes?"
"Perhaps I do."
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This is going to be a new series of mine, the goal will be to eventually vizualise the Magical World in how it will be. This is AU, and though I will follow the main harry potter line- this will not be the show + 1 character. And I also want to turn magic into something more epic, where the differences between wizards are far more than what the series portray it.
AKA Ms Round-Weasley will not kill Bellatrix. Stupidest shit ever.
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