Draco's Magical Ascension: The Rewrite

The room was dimly lit, with a flickering chandelier casting shifting shadows across the polished black stone table. Twelve muggles sat in silence, their faces pale and taut with tension. At the head of the table stood Draco Malfoy, his wand resting lightly in his hand, his expression sharp and unreadable. The air was thick with an unfamiliar weight, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

POV: Evelyn Harper (Historian)

Evelyn Harper clutched the armrests of her chair, her heart pounding in her chest. She had spent decades unraveling history's mysteries, but this was different. This wasn't a discovery—it was an upheaval. The young man standing before them exuded an authority that didn't match his youth. His piercing gray eyes swept over them, calculating, dissecting.

When he finally spoke, his voice was calm but carried an undertone of unyielding control.

"You are here because I need you." His words hung in the air, precise and deliberate. "And before you entertain thoughts of escape or resistance, understand this: your lives depend on what I'm about to tell you."

Evelyn exchanged a glance with Alan Hayes, the archaeologist beside her. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched.

"Why should we believe any of this?" Alan's voice was defiant, but there was a tremor beneath it.

Draco's lips curved into a faint smile. "I expected skepticism. Allow me to dispel it."

With a flick of his wand, the room transformed. Above the table appeared a sprawling, three-dimensional map of the Earth, shimmering with threads of crimson, silver, and gold. The threads twisted and intertwined, illuminating the stunned faces of the muggles.

"What you see before you is the world as it truly exists," Draco explained, his tone patient yet firm. "Two halves—one magical, one non-magical—interwoven, inseparable. Magic is not just a force; it is the foundation upon which reality is built."

The Fabricated History

Draco's wand moved again, and the map shifted, zooming into pivotal moments in history. The Great Fire of London, overlaid with shimmering glyphs. The Industrial Revolution, with faint magical sigils entwined around machinery. Each scene pulsed with an otherworldly energy.

"For centuries," Draco continued, "the magical world has shaped your history. Wars, revolutions, technological advancements—many of these were orchestrated by magic. But the truth has always been hidden, buried beneath layers of secrecy."

The map shifted once more, revealing three towering figures cloaked in shadow. Their indistinct forms radiated power that seemed to fill the room.

"These are the Council," Draco said, his voice dropping slightly. "Ancient beings who have ruled the magical world for centuries. They oversee its leaders, ensuring balance, preventing chaos. Or so they claim."

POV: Alan Hayes (Archaeologist)

Alan's gaze was fixed on the projections, his breath shallow. The burning cities, the shifting landscapes—they spoke of power beyond comprehension.

"And where do you fit into all this?" he demanded, his voice thick with suspicion.

Draco's gaze locked onto Alan's, unwavering. "I am Draco Malfoy, heir to one of the most powerful pureblood families in the magical world. I was born into Lord Voldemort's faction, the Traditionalists. My parents serve him as loyal followers, and I have risen to become his right hand."

"Right hand?" Alan scoffed. "You're just a child."

Draco's expression didn't waver. "I am sixteen," he said evenly, "and yet I have achieved what most wizards spend lifetimes pursuing. Political victories, alliances, power—all earned. But that is not why you are here."

The Council's Truth

Draco waved his wand, and the projections shifted to show a vast council chamber, its walls lined with intricate glyphs and runes. The three shadowy figures loomed over a central dais, their presence oppressive.

"The Council summoned me," Draco explained. "They revealed the truth of the so-called war between Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald. It is not a war at all. It is a game—a way to maintain their dominance while avoiding direct conflict. But now, their influence is waning. The magical world is crumbling, and they have tasked me with restoring it."

The Role of the Muggles

Evelyn's heart raced as Draco turned to face them fully. "Magic has weakened over the centuries," he said. "Its foundations eroded by time and ignorance. To restore it, we must rewrite history—not just for wizards, but for your kind as well."

"Rewrite history?" Evelyn whispered, her voice barely audible.

Draco's gaze softened slightly, but his tone remained resolute. "Yes. A fabricated history that explains the decline of magic, its resurgence, and its place in the world. It must be seamless, flawless, beyond question. And you will help create it."

The room erupted into chaos, voices overlapping in protests and questions. Draco raised his wand, and with a single flick, silence fell. His eyes burned with intensity as he spoke again.

"You think you have a choice. You don't."

POV: Evelyn Harper (Historian)

Evelyn's throat tightened as Draco's words echoed in her mind. His next words sent a chill down her spine.

"My parents are hostages. When their usefulness ends, they will die. And I will have to watch."

For a brief moment, Evelyn saw something in Draco's eyes—pain, fear, perhaps even regret. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by an impenetrable mask.

"Failure means death," he continued. "Not just for me, but for everyone I care about. So I will do whatever it takes to succeed. And so will you."

"And if we refuse?" Alan challenged, his voice shaking.

Draco's expression turned icy. "Then you and your families will die. But if you cooperate, your descendants will inherit a world of magic and power. A legacy that will elevate them above the mundane."

The Plan Unveiled

"What exactly do you need from us?" Evelyn asked, her voice trembling but steady.

Draco's lips curled into a faint smile. "Your expertise. Historians to craft the narrative. Archaeologists to validate the artifacts. Scientists to explain the anomalies. Writers to weave it all together into a story so compelling, it becomes undeniable."

He stepped back, his posture once again that of a commanding leader. "This is your purpose now. Your lives depend on it. And so does the future of our world."

POV: Alan Hayes (Archaeologist)

As Draco's words settled over the room, Alan felt an unfamiliar mix of fear and resolve. The young wizard was ruthless, but there was something about him—a conviction that couldn't be ignored. Alan exchanged a glance with Evelyn, whose expression mirrored his own.

They were trapped, yes. But perhaps, just perhaps, they could find a way to survive this.