Hallows Game || HP X Squid Game (Draco Malfoy)

2 - Number One

A/N: Back from my mini break in the Forest of Dean where sadly I had no internet connection or network whatsoever. Enjoy the next part!

Also, credit to Jaye_Rose0000 for my amazing new cover! Thank you ❤️

*****

I wasn't stupid, I knew the offer was dodgy as fuck.

But then what was the alternative? Living in squalor for the rest of my life, fearful of falling asleep in case of getting mugged?

And I did - that very night, in fact. I had spent just a single Galleon, with nine left on my body. A boy, no older than myself held a knife against my neck as I handed over the bag containing eight coins, silently thanking Merlin that I had thought to stow away a Galleon in my bra.

And, of course, I still had the card containing the three symbols I could not make head nor tail of.

Finding a payphone that was amazingly still in working condition, I used my last Galleon to make the phone call.

"The password is Red Light, Green Light," the male voice on the other end spoke. "Use it when the van picks you up at midnight."

I was excited. Nervous, yes. But excited all the same.

Because finally, ever since Hogwarts, I had hope back in my life. Money would mean being able to find my sisters and parents and reunite my family. We could find somewhere safe to live, where our status' won't put us in danger. Never again would I need to spend another night in the sewers with the rats.

What I didn't expect, however, was to be gassed the second I entered the van.

Wow. Rude much.

*****

Upon waking, I discovered many unsettling things.

First up, I was no longer in the clothes I had been wearing when I had stepped into the van. No, instead of my manky ripped jeans and tired parka jacket, I was in a crisp, clean shiny new tracksuit sporting the number 199. I was strongly reminded of prison, a feeling that only strengthened when I looked around and realised I was lying on one of literally hundreds of bunks, each of which contained dazed and confused people dressed in tracksuits like mine.

Players, I could only assume. Still feeling fuzzy from the gas, I tiredly rubbed my face, trying to clear my mind.

When I lowered my hands, I nearly pissed myself.

For an old man was stood over my bed, his pale blue eyes staring down at me intently through half-moon spectacles.

"P-Professor Dumbledore?" I spluttered, my heart racing uncomfortably.

Because this man was supposed to be dead, struck down from the Astronomy Tower by Professor Snape. We all saw it - his broken body at the foot of the tower. My parents had forbidden my sisters and I from attending the funeral, but from what I'd heard, his last resting place was inside a sealed white tomb.

So how the fuck was it possible that the same old man was standing before me?

His pale eyes crinkled at the corners as he gave a soft chuckle. Oh fuck. I was dead, wasn't I?

And now I was stuck in this weird type of hell place with my crusty old headteacher for company. Damn it.

"Use your Ravenclaw mind," Dumbledore murmured quietly, his tracksuit making that crinkling sound as he lowered himself down at the foot of my bed. "If I were dead, would I be talking to you right now, Padma?"