Tom Stark-Malfoy

The next moment I opened my eyes, I hadn't realized that I had fallen asleep. I woke up to an even stranger room, if I thought that the previous once was strange, this one is just. . so. . . muggle. It was a small room with beige walls and a stained white ceiling. There was a round white light source that was. . . how to say. . . embedded? into the ceiling?

Then off to the side, there was a grey frame with a picture that had not once, restarted its loop for the past 5 minutes or so. There was also this strange sound coming from what I believe, is either the picture or the frame.

Where I was positioned was even stranger might tell you. I seated in an infant sized cotton chair that was placed on a fake leather couch. Strange enough? No, in front of me is what I believe, is a muggle construction of a table. It had a metal frame or legs whatever you may call it and a glass top. First of all the legs were shaped weirdly, it wasn't a four post table, but a. . it consisted of a single metal rod that if looked at from the side would look like a letter C, not an upside-down U so that the tips of the legs are what touch the ground, but a C.

Then if looked at from the front it was a rectangle, Why would they even build it like that?! And lastly the glass to serve as the useful part of the table. Why is it even glass? glass is easily breakable. A very sturdy base and a fragile top is. . . These muggles cant even be trusted to create the most simple of furniture! why not just use wood? it was neither too fragile like glass nor too heavy like metal.

Everything, everything made no sense! I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Be patient Draco. These are muggles we are talking about, they have been very unfortunate to not have magic and thus they obviously aren't as advanced as pureblood wizards.

What a morose standard of living they have to live with. Pity.

"Little baby. I see you have woken up. Come with me now and I will bring you to your guardian."

I looked up and was greeted by a muggle woman wearing a slightly similar uniform as the other one I had encountered, however it had a different colors. She picked me up from my current. . . chair-thing.. and placed me in a. . . more complete chair with wheels. I- . . . I can't, this chair was shaped so oddly, I can't find the right idioms to describe it.

The muggle woman walked out of the room and pushed me along with her. I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight that was beholden in front of me. Most of it was white and there were numerous lights shaped like rods hanging from the far ceiling. As we went on further, we passed by what I believe were shops and eateries with signs that glowed.

Then we stepped on a grey portion of the floor that was separated from the rest by a glass and leather-like railing. Our speed increased and it was then that I noticed the floor was moving! Usually only stairs moved but, now the floor is moving as well.

Am I really in the muggle world? Everything seems so. . . magical. How else would they make words glow and flat floors move? Everyone also wore quite a variety of clothing with different lengths and. . . shapes and. Are they all wearing u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts?

I noticed that some of them looked quite similar to the shirts and slacks we would wear under our outdoor robes. Strolling around in but mere u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts, do these muggles have no dignity?

gahhhh! A quite large woman just passed by. She isn't even wearing anything! She's just wearing blue *I apologize for the inappropriate word* bloomers, and an orange top with no sleeves. The supposed sleeves were just. . . strings!

Have some shame! There is public indecency everywhere!

Oh Merlin- bless my tainted eyes. I cannot b.a.r.e to look any longer.

I close my eyes and dare not look at anyone. At times I would feel the floor going straight up or down however, I still dare not look. I didn't take long before she stopped and carried me out of the chair once more.

"Here you are Ms. Johnson, He's quite a silent one and very behaved."

"No thank you Patricia, it was because you called me that he will be given a bright future. It's very sad that he had to go through so much when he is only a baby."

"Yes, loosing one's parents before he could speak. But I know he will find happiness in your care, just like my daughter had."

"Non-sense. She is definitely happier now that she has you as her mom. Even if the adoption papers were hard to process as she didn't even have a name when she appeared by the doorstep, it was all worth it now that both you and her are happy. Could you send my thanks to David again? He really has done so much for all of us."

"Of course. I have to go back to work now. And you take care, have a good one."

"Sure thing, you too."

Wait, Am I being sent to an orphanage?! And it was only now that I realized they spoke with a different accent. Am I not even in England anymore?

They sounded neither German nor French, it was more mellow. There are also more blonds and brunettes, am I in America?

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The Johnson muggle woman carried me into a small grey car and strapped into another small chair on the chair in the backseat. I have only heard of cars before, for some reason I imagined them larger. I glanced around and examined the interior of this 'car'. It wasn't much different from the bus nor a carriage and inside I was slightly relieved. After all the strange things I have seen, it was calming to see something I understand.

We drove off and I took a good view of the new world around me. There were towers, skyscr.a.p.ers, cars, and so much more people busily going their way. I was more crowded than Diagon alley a few weeks before school starts. Cars were honking, music was playing, and there were pictures that moved and didn't move that were as large as an entire carriage and bigger! They were hanged meters high up on the sides of buildings and light flickered everywhere.

Majority of the lights were near the road, flashing from red to green, and there were moments when they would turn yellow. My heart sped up faster with all the unfamiliar things I saw once more but I also felt something I didn't feel before. Excitement.

There were so many things I didn't know, didn't understand, and I wanted to know everything. How they worked, what they were composed of. I might be able to integrate these objects into the wizarding world to improve-! Wait, no. These are muggle things! I would rather be caught dead than be found tinkering with muggle contraptions. I have to compose myself, for a moment there I almost turned into one of those blood traitor Weasleys.

Muggle things are never good for the wizarding world. They only give destruction and more problems than good. The more muggle things are smuggled into the wizarding world, the more we loose our tradition and way of life. There is a reason why those muggles mustn't know we exist. As soon as they find out I can do magic, they will burn me like they have done to my ancestors, or worse.

Muggles fear power and love destruction so they fear us and try to kill us. Who knows what they will do if they find out there are those who can do things they can only dream of doing? A proof of their ways is the war they had with themselves that cost many casualties to us even when they were no longer aware of our existence. Muggles are never good, no matter what they invent.

After I am placed into my temporary residential area, I will forbid them from ever touching me again, and hex those who try.

We came to a stop just in front of a white building quite a distance from the chaos that we passed by earlier.

"We're here baby. Your knew home until we find you your knew parents. Let me just get some things and I will bring you to your new room alright?"

Why is this muggle woman even speaking to me? I am only a day or two old, I couldn't speak even if I wanted to! My vocal chords and facial muscles aren't trained yet to allow for speech.

The muggle went out of the car and walked to the back, there was the sound of a door opening and shuffling of paper bags so she must have opened to trunk to get her things. There was some muted chatter before the door beside me swung open to be greeted with a younger looking muggle.

"Hello baby, I'm Jade and I will be looking after you alright? Come, lets go up to your room."

3- this is the third and last muggle that I will allow to touch me! Quicken your pace and just bring me to my room already.

As soon as I am brought into my room and set down in a crib I noticed that I wasn't going to be alone. There were two more cribs in the room painted the same dull white color as mine.

It doesn't matter, they aren't here now. I waited until the Jade muggle left before I closed my eyes and concentrated on my magic. It should have been full again since I rested and haven't used any magic since. . . well, since I was in England. I concentrated for a few moments before I noticed that something was odd.

I couldn't find it. There was a trace of it lingering here and there but other than that it was all gone! First I get sent into the muggle world in a different country and now I lost my magic?! No, this can't be right. There is no way I could have lost it. Maybe I am just too tired and so I couldn't concentrate enough to find it.

Yes, that must be it. I would rather die than turn into a squib. I am Draco Malfoy, born from two of the most ancient, noble, and influential houses in all of wizard England. There is no way I could turn into a squib.

I force myself into slumber and try to rest. I waited and waited, focusing on the area where my magic core was. No- is! It is still there, even if I could not sense it for now, it should still be there.