Golden || Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter is dead.
Those were the words that echoed through the broken-down halls of Hogwarts and silenced the sounds of curses flying around. Draco slowly crawled out from beneath a collapsed wall to peek his head around, only to see Voldemort wearing a sinister grin, laughing maniacally. Next to him, Hagrid stood carrying a corpse in his arms with a pale expression plastered on his face. Draco's mouth fell agape when he noticed the boy In the giant's arms. It was the boy he had tormented for the past seven years, the boy he had envied, the boy he had been secretly admiring all this time. It was Harry Potter.

And he wasn't waking up.

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In this Universe, Harry Potter died for good by the hand of Voldemort. Terrified about his fate, Draco seeks guidance in the room of requirement. When he gets the chance to go back in time, he must make sure to make all the right choices, to ensure this level of devastation never repeats.
The fate of the magical world lies in Draco's hands.