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    Draco Malfoy dies during the Battle of Hogwarts… and wakes up in his eleven-year-old body.
    But this isn’t a story where he remembers everything and saves the world. His memories? Mostly gone. His brain? Fully regressed. What remains are scattered flashes.

    This is not a grand rewrite of history. It’s a slow, messy, teenage-coming-of-age story with magic, angst, eventual smut and emotional chaos. Think less “fix-it fic,” more “what if Draco had a second chance to figure out who he actually is?”

    He knows there was a war.
    He knows Voldemort came back.
    He knows Harry Potter died.

    But how do you save the future when you barely remember the past—and you're still expected to play the part of Lucius Malfoy’s heir?

    Just a heads-up: This isn’t a traditional fix-it fic. I’ve removed that tag because it created the wrong expectations. Draco isn’t here to rewrite history—things change because he changes, not because he remembers everything (because he doesn't). This story isn’t a grand reimagining. It’s a slow-burn, emotionally messy coming-of-age fic full of fluff, chaos, poor decisions, and (eventually) smut. Plot takes a backseat to vibes. You've been warned. 💕

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    12 Oct 2026

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    "You are the right-hand man of the designated royalty," says Ajax slowly. "You are their eyes as their ears, you are their blade as you are their shield. You will be bound together—by blood and oath—to be sworn to each other as equals for all eternity. It is more than a promise—it is a god's bond."

    And it was an oath that wasn't even just about love or honour, at this point. It was pure loyalty, through and through. Golden ichor loyalty, and whoever did it was bound for as long as the earth breathed. Morax knew and hoped this would not be the case.

    He failed. "Then you know why you are here." His Father's voice booms, echoes throughout the room. Morax closes his eyes. "Young Ajax Tartaglia, in exchange for the death of the first branch's heir, you will swear all fealty to my son, from now till forever. Even if your people deign to end him, you will kill them before you kill him, and you will swear that you will let my son live, even if it means you die."

    OR: The retelling of a greek tragedy

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    18 Oct 2024