Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin 9 Dream

If you are wondering why Draco got over his past life so quickly and how did he came to the HP world... then you should rethink your life. Just kidding.

But seriously, there is a reason for all of it... but it will be explained later on (like far in the future) so bear with me until then.

Also, I am going to mix scenes from both movies and book, so I can let the story flow smoothly.

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Draco was having a hard time sleeping tonight. (get it, hard time *coughs*)

Draco had a weird dream. In the Dream, no it was more like flashbacks, he could see an old man talking to someone about a prophecy, It was something about the destruction of the world.

Then on the next scene was a handsome man with deep blue eyes and platinum blonde hair (Not a Malfoy), He was so handsome, no maybe beautiful would be the right word to describe him. Even though he was not into men, Draco still couldn't stop his heart from beating faster. The man was beautiful than any women he had seen, with completely no flaw at all.

The dashing man was wearing a golden Armour and was carrying a silver sword on his waist. The sword looked similar to the Gryffindor's sword but it was very different at the same time, the sword looked much bigger, shinier and you could feel the power of the sword just by looking at it.

The man then walked towards a room, pushing the door open. The Room had a huge golden throne in the center, with 7 smaller silver thrones surrounding it. The main throne was empty but on the smaller throne's there were paintings of seven different women. The man walked towards the Golden throne and sat on it, he then stared at the painting of the women one at a time.

Draco looked at the man who was tearing down looking at the paintings. He wondered who was the man and why was he crying over these women. As Draco was thinking that, suddenly the man as if he was now suddenly aware of his presence, looked straight into his eyes.

Draco felt shocked, it was as if the man could see him.

"Who are you?" He asked

Draco looked around the room to see if there was someone other than him there, but there was no one.

"I asked who are you?" The man asked again in a more stern tone, "Even though I can't see you, I can still feel your presence."

The man stood up taking out the sword from the scabbard, Draco gulped looking at the sword. The sword looked sharp enough to cut oneself just by looking at it.

Draco tried to speak but no words came out from his mouth, it was as if he had no vocal cords, to begin with.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." The man said as he swung his sword towards him.

The man's movement was so fast that, he didn't even have time to flinch.

"Ahh!!" Draco screamed as he woke up, sweaty and confused.

Draco looked around to find himself in his own bed, Draco sighed in relief. Suddenly a pillow was thrown at his face out of nowhere.

"Let me sleep you troll." Theodore yelled as he grumbled himself back to sleep.

Draco who was hit by the pillow rubbed his nose.

'What a weird dream!' Draco said looking at the inscription in his hand. Draco had searched for books to understand what language it was, but there was no result.

Draco sighed, 'I might as well sleep a little.'

Draco laid back on his bed but this time he felt something uncomfortable on his back. It was like he slept on something. Draco stood up to look at what it was, but soon as Draco looked at it, another scream escaped his mouth.

"AHHH!!"

"SHUT UP." Yelled Theodore taking out his wand, "Silencio"

Draco mouth was shut. He tried opening his mouth but couldn't.

"That should do it," Theodore said sleeping back again,

"MMHMM" Draco tried to say something but couldn't open his mouth.

Draco then looked back at his bed, the thing there was none other than the Gryffindor's sword.

Draco looked back at Theodore who was sleeping, as he pulled the curtains closed around his bed.

He took out his suitcase and went inside it with the sword. Draco walked out towards the garden as he used a spell to free his sealed lips.

"That bastard, I will get him later," Draco mumbled as he looked at the sword in his hand.

Draco was wondering how the sword came to him, 'Was it Dumbledore who placed it there, yes that might be the reason I was put in that weird dream, but again why would Dumbledore give me the sword... Even though I was the one summoned it, I am sure that old fogey wouldn't give me the sword because of it, I am the son of a death-eater for Merlin's-sake. Maybe its because I am the chosen one? No, you idiot there is already one here and you for sure know that you aren't.'

While Draco was talking with himself. The inscription on his hand started to brighten. Draco turned to look at his hand which was holding the sword as the inscription kept getting brighter and brighter. The sword started vibrating as the inscription released from his hand and started moving towards the sword. Draco was getting excited as he could feel some connection with the sword, 'Maybe I am really the chosen one?' Draco thought.

The brightness kept increasing and soon even Draco was blinded by it. After a while, the light started to dim and everything returned to normal. Draco looked at his hand as the inscription was back in its original position. Draco stood up excitedly and waved the sword around but nothing happened. Draco's smile was slowly turning into a frown.

"What was the all light for then?" Draco shouted angrily as he threw the sword.

The little bit of connection he felt with the sword was gone. Draco fumed around for a while and after a few minutes, he finally started to calm down. Draco walked over to the sword and picked it up again.

"Sigh! I will keep you for now as you might prove to be useful later on." Draco said walking over to an empty room and throwing the sword in there and started walking out.

"So let's make things clear." Draco said to himself, "According to legends the sword only shows up to a 'True Gryffindor' in need. I am neither a Gryffindor nor am I in need."

"But the sword fell out before even I was sorted, maybe anyone can be a true Gryffindor, its the personality that counts not the house."

"But even so, it doesn't explain the fact why it showed up, I am courageous as I dare to do things mostly on impulse but I don't consider myself to be brave as I would never take on things that I can't face head-on, I am afraid of failure may be afraid of dying as well..."

"But let's say that I am a true Gryffindor in the inside, but I wasn't in need for help, not the first time nor the secon... Maybe I summoned the sword due to that weird dream." Draco thought to smile again but his face turned to normal once again.

"No, even if I summoned the sword due to that dream, I wouldn't be able to summon it without the sorting hat in the first place."

"Ah!! This is too irritating." Draco said pulling his hair.

Calming down after a while, Draco changed his clothes and walked out of the suitcase.

"I was going to knock." Said Theodore looking at him, "Let's go get breakfast."

Draco nodded hiding his suitcase. Outside the common room, Pansy was already there, waiting for them.

"Hey, look that's the kid."

"That's Draco Malfoy, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yesterday was crazy."

As the three of them were walking towards the hall to get breakfast, Students from all sorts of houses around them were whispering pointing at Draco.

Draco smirked, "It's so hard being famous."

"Yeah, if you were famous for nearly having your head chopped off." Replied Pansy.

"What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, Idiot." Theodore said, "Everyone's talking about how you pissed the hat off by cleaning it and the Hat magically attacked you with the sword."

Draco nearly vomited blood, "What do you guys think?"

"What do we think?" Pansy said, "We now know not to piss off that crazy Hat."

"Yeah! That was crazy, I wanted to ask you about it yesterday, but I thought you were suffering from a Trauma from nearly being killed." Theodore said,

Draco wanted to cry right now, "I guess I am a laughing stock now, aren't I?" Draco said in a self-deprecating tone.

"No, you are not." A girl's voice came.

The Trio turned to look at the familiar face,

"Oh! Daphne, if you want to get away from your debt by complimenting me, then it's not going to work."

"Wha.." Daphne's face turned red remembering what he was talking about, "Cough! I don't know what are you talking about... anyway, as I was saying, no one thinks you are a laughing stock, instead people are slightly afraid of you."

"Afraid of me, why?" Draco asked innocently.

"Are you sure the sword didn't hit your head?" Theodore said, "You tried to burn the hat down, without even thinking. And you are asking us why people would be afraid of you,"

"Oh!" Draco said grinning idiotically, 'So that's why no one was asking about the sword as everyone speculated their own theory of their own and soon it turned to a rumor, I am pretty sure Dumbledore told the professor to not say anything about it either, well that's one less problem for me.'

Draco turned to Daphne, "So miss Greengrass, when are you going to pay your debt to me?"

"What?" Daphne said quickly rushing away.

"You sure like to tease girls huh!" Pansy said with a scary voice.

Draco didn't even turn back as he quickly rushed towards the hall.

Chapter end