บท 1: Chapter_1:
September 5, 1980
The grand halls of Malfoy Manor were bathed in a muted glow as the sun began to set. Within the opulent confines of a lavishly decorated chamber, Narcissa Malfoy lay on a silken bed, her face a mask of pain and determination. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the quiet murmurs of house elves moving swiftly to and fro.
"Push, Narcissa," a stern voice urged from beside her. It was Lucius Malfoy, his face a mixture of concern and stoic resolve.
Narcissa, her grip tight around the ornate bedposts, let out a final, determined cry. The room filled with the sound of a newborn's first wail, a cry that echoed through the manor's ancient walls. The house elves cheered quietly as they bustled about, preparing to welcome the newest member of the Malfoy family.
The Present Moment:
Suddenly, the scene shifted violently. The darkness that had enveloped him was pierced by bright, unfamiliar lights. The MC, now inhabiting Draco Malfoy's body, blinked open his eyes and found himself lying in a room that seemed entirely foreign. The walls were a strange mix of modern and antiquated, decorated with a Western-style décor that clashed with his expectations.
Sitting beside him were two people—an older man and woman—who looked at him with an affection he had never known before. Their expressions were a blend of joy and relief. The man, with a neatly trimmed mustache, and the woman, her face soft and gentle, exchanged looks of elation as they gazed at the newborn Draco.
"Welcome to the world, Draco," the man said, his voice filled with warmth.
The woman reached out and stroked Draco's cheek, her touch surprisingly tender. The MC, struggling to grasp his surroundings, was momentarily distracted by a sudden, shuffling noise. An elf—its pointed ears twitching and eyes wide with curiosity—appeared in the room. It was the first time the MC had seen an elf, and its presence only added to the disorientation.
The MC's final memories were a disorienting blur. He recalled feeling faint from hunger and exhaustion after a long day of work, the sharp pain of collapsing onto something hard, and then a void of darkness. The next moment was a disorienting transition, a blank space that gave way to a new reality.
Gradually, he became aware of his surroundings. He was in an opulent room, the air filled with the soft sounds of a newborn's cries. The MC listened intently to the conversation taking place nearby.
Lucius Malfoy's commanding voice broke through. "Make sure to fetch the protective cloth for Draco from the storage. It's crucial for his safety."
A moment later, Lucius added, "And don't forget to bring the recovery potion for Narcissa. It's important for her to recover quickly."
The house elf, its ears twitching with diligence, hurried to carry out the orders.
The room was now quiet, save for the gentle murmur of conversation. Narcissa Malfoy, having drunk the recovery potion, felt her strength returning. With a sigh of relief, she looked at the house elf who had just brought the potion.
As she took a moment to rest, Narcissa's gaze fell on the bundle of cloth that held her newborn son. She carefully unwrapped it, her eyes softening with maternal love as she looked at the baby Draco.
Lucius Malfoy approached, his expression a mix of pride and concern. Narcissa, cradling Draco, said warmly, "Lucius, our son will grow into a powerful wizard. We must ensure his future, especially in these tumultuous times."
Lucius nodded, though his thoughts were troubled. "Voldemort's ambitions are growing more erratic. His attempts to consolidate power are becoming increasingly aggressive. We need to think carefully about Draco's future in this unstable environment."
Narcissa reassured him, "We've secured the best possible support for Draco. The potion was prepared by a renowned potionist, and we've taken every precaution. Even with the current chaos, we must be confident in our position and our family's strength."
Lucius sighed, still troubled. "I worry about the future, with Voldemort making such moves. It's a dangerous time, and I need to ensure Draco is protected and prepared for whatever may come."
Narcissa placed a comforting hand on his arm. "We will support him and guide him through these challenges. Our family's influence and alliances will be crucial. Draco will be raised with the strength and wisdom needed to navigate these dark times."
Lucius took one last look at his son and nodded with resolve. "Yes, Draco's future must be secured. We'll do everything in our power to ensure he has every opportunity to thrive, despite the danger around us."
Narcissa smiled, holding Draco close. "He will make us proud, Lucius. Our son will be prepared for whatever lies ahead."
With their concerns addressed and their determination to secure Draco's future firmly in place, the couple turned their attention back to their newborn, ready to face the challenges of the dark times that loomed.
As Draco Malfoy's tiny body settled into the cradle, the MC's mind raced to piece together his new reality. Born into the opulent world of the Malfoy family, he was initially overwhelmed by the wealth and privilege. However, the brief joy of this new existence was quickly overshadowed by the harsh reality of Voldemort's ongoing reign.
Even as a newborn, Draco's consciousness grappled with the heavy weight of the Malfoy family's allegiance to the Dark Lord. The Malfoys had been fervent supporters, their wealth and status inseparable from Voldemort's regime. The recent history was all too familiar; he remembered seeing in the movies how, after Voldemort's eventual defeat, Lucius Malfoy had claimed to be bewitched and had used a large sum of money to avoid imprisonment in Azkaban. This attempt to distance themselves from Voldemort's downfall and protect their family's fortune had not completely absolved them, but it had shielded them from the worst consequences.
Now, in this period of uncertainty and danger, the MC realized the future would be fraught with challenges. The Malfoy name was tainted by their past affiliations, and navigating this new life would require careful maneuvering. The dark times ahead would demand more than just wealth and influence; he would need to be strategic and resourceful to ensure his survival and success.
As the MC pondered these realities, a sudden, unfamiliar sound broke his concentration—a soft, almost electronic ding. Startled, he looked around and saw a holographic interface materialize before him, glowing with a faint luminescence.
[Daily Sign-In System Loading. . . . . .]
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