Draco Malfoy paced the room, his mind racing with the revelation that had just been thrust upon him. His pale face was a mask of disbelief and anger. Lucius stood by the fireplace, his expression cold and unyielding.
"You mean to say I've been living a lie my entire life?" Draco's voice trembled with a mix of rage and confusion.
Lucius Malfoy turned to face him, his eyes devoid of sympathy. "You were never meant to inherit the Malfoy legacy, Draco. You are a Potter, not a Malfoy."
Serpent Malfoy appeared, his presence as foreboding as the weather. With a dismissive sneer, he closed the door behind Draco, shutting him out of the only home he had ever known.
"Try to remember your place, Draco, or should I say, Potter," Serpent taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.
Draco looked back one last time, the weight of his true identity settling heavily on his shoulders. He turned away, determined to forge a new path for himself.
Draco knelt before the graves of James and Lily Potter, a sense of longing and sorrow washing over him. The truth of his heritage felt both liberating and confining.
"I wish I had grown up with you, Harry," he whispered, tears mingling with the raindrops on his cheeks.
As if in response, a strange magical vortex formed around him, its colors swirling with an ethereal glow, pulling him into its depths.
Draco Potter awoke with a start, the familiar sound of Harry's breathing beside him. Memories of their shared childhood filled his mind, a life he had longed for now his reality.
"Harry," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips as he realized his wish had come true.
Harry Potter stirred, a sleepy grin spreading across his face. "Morning, Draco," he mumbled, their bond stronger than ever.
Draco Potter stood beside Harry Potter as they awaited their sorting. The nervous excitement in the air was palpable, the start of a new chapter for both of them.
"Gryffindor," the Sorting Hat declared, its voice ringing through the hall as both boys were sorted into the same house.
Harry beamed at his brother, the sense of belonging warming Draco's heart.
Serpent Malfoy glared at the Potter brothers as they passed by, his disdain for them evident in his sneer. The tension between them crackled like static in the air.
"The Potter brothers, thinking the world revolves around them," Serpent muttered, his voice laced with bitterness.
Draco turned to face him, his expression confident and unyielding. "I think you mean yourself, Serpent," he replied, his words cutting through the animosity.
Serpent scowled, turning away as the brothers continued down the corridor, united in their resolve and their newfound freedom.
