Adam in Real World and Harry Potter(Showbiz/OC/HP/Hollywood)

Hi, the author here and very sorry and upset.

Everyone, I just edited the last chapter cause I made a huge mistake and missed a chapter that was before the "Neptunea Submarine Theatre" event.

So to let you know from now on, the only thing I did in the previous chapter was to edit it by deleting the event "Neptunea Submarine Theatre" and that event was put in this new chapter below the events that happened here that came before.

sorry for the mistake people, please don't hate me : ) (This happens because I don't pay more attention and I want to upload the chapters fast).

Again, apologies for the inconvenience and I hope you don't find the change too annoying. Greetings and I hope you enjoy the chapter. 

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Chapter 27:

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-August 1, 1990

– Parkinson Manor, England

Today, Adam, Narcissa and Lucius had been invited by the Parkinsons to their beloved daughter's tenth birthday party.

So, here he was now.

Pansy Parkinson's birthday was a spectacle of excess, even by the standards of wizarding aristocracy.

Adam—or rather, Draco—had memories of attending many formal events since childhood, but experiencing it firsthand and seeing the over-the-top display of Pansy's tenth birthday brought a small, ironic smile to his lips.

'Was all this really necessary?' he thought as he observed the meticulously planned decorations.

Floating chandeliers glowed with golden light, tables were overflowing with magical delicacies, and a live orchestra played atop an enchanted platform—all designed to impress.

Pansy Parkinson had insisted that her tenth birthday had to be unforgettable. And clearly, her family had spared no expense to make sure of that.

From the enchanted china used to serve the food to the grand orchestra playing waltzes almost no one was dancing to, everything had an air of excessive sophistication.

Adam rolled his eyes.

Not even Narcissa had done something this ridiculously extravagant for her beloved Draco.

And that was saying something, considering she loved to flaunt her superiority—or rather, make sure everyone knew how far beneath her they were. A trait she, unfortunately, shared with Lucius.

And of course, Adam knew that tradition dictated that the grand celebration should be held at eleven, when children eagerly awaited their Hogwarts letters to officially begin their journey as real wizards.

But Pansy… well, Pansy was not the kind of girl who settled for tradition.

Adam adjusted the collar of his robes with a casual air, letting his gaze drift across the lavish ballroom.

The sheer number of guests didn't surprise him—there were far more people than at his own birthday.

But still, only families of status were in attendance—those aligned with the Parkinsons' ideology and their most exclusive pure-blood circles.

Present were notable families like the Zabinis, Davises, Bulstrodes, Greengrasses, Carrows, Notts, Bletchleys, Montagues, Warringtons, Higgs, Puceys, and Flints—pure-blood lineage in its purest form.

There were usually two types of pure-blooded noble upper-class families here.... the types who wouldn't even acknowledge a Muggle's existence, considering them so beneath them that they weren't even worth despising.

And then there were those who did despise them—to the point where they refused to breathe the same air as them.

Most of the families here fell into the latter category.

'And obviously, the Malfoys were among them,' Adam thought sarcastically, considering he himself was technically part Muggle.

It was no wonder Lucius had insisted on engaging him to the Parkinsons' daughter, despite the fact that both of them found each other completely insufferable.

She was simply from a family that shared the same customs and values—basically, cut from the same cloth as the Malfoys.

Sure, Draco knew that Lucius had grown less approving of Pansy's spoiled behavior lately, and Adam was grateful for that, since it meant he didn't have to spend as much time with her anymore.

…Even if Lucius and Pansy's father had recently rekindled old business ventures between their families.

Still, Lucius tolerated some of Pansy's less desirable traits because he considered her "appropriate" company.

And, of course, because of business.

With Lucius, everything always came down to business.

To Adam, however, Pansy was simply… annoying.

Not in a way that truly irritated him, but just enough to make every interaction with her a test of patience.

'Then again, if I really think about it… I can be quite the headache myself when I want to be.'

A small, knowing smile formed on his lips.

...

The hum of conversation blended with the music and the clinking of glasses. The floating chandeliers bathed the grand hall in a golden glow, reflecting off the polished marble floors and the silk gowns of the guests.

Adam was leaning against one of the columns, absentmindedly observing the scene as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice.

That was when he felt an elbow nudge his arm.

"Draco."

A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.

He turned his head to find Blaise Zabini, wearing his usual relaxed expression, though there was an unmistakable glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Enjoying the party?"

Adam shot him a look of pure lack of enthusiasm.

"What do you think?" he replied, laced with barely contained sarcasm.

Blaise let out a short chuckle.

"Wow, what enthusiasm. And to think, today you'll be meeting a few charming young ladies."

With that, Blaise gave a subtle nod toward a small group of girls chatting near one of the tables.

"Charming young ladies? You know, you're starting to sound dangerously—and terrifyingly—similar to your mother. Or mine…" Adam said, raising an eyebrow.

Still, despite his comment, he followed Blaise's gaze with mild interest.

He recognized several names immediately.

Millicent Bulstrode, strong-built with a serious expression.

Tracey Davis, with a carefully measured smile and analytical eyes.

Daphne Greengrass, poised with impeccable posture and an air of quiet reservation.

And next to her…

Astoria Greengrass.

Adam blinked.

Daphne's younger sister was a year younger, but her energy contrasted sharply with her elder sister's composed demeanor.

While Daphne spoke with grace and a perpetually aristocratic elegance, Astoria moved with enthusiasm, gesturing animatedly as she tried to explain something to Tracey, who watched her with a mix of patience and amusement.

Meanwhile, Daphne took it upon herself to subtly—or rather, constantly—correct her little sister's posture and manners.

'Oh, this is going to be fun,' Adam thought with a small smirk.

Blaise, who seemed to have noticed his expression, clapped him on the shoulder.

"Come on, before our mothers decide to do it for us, and it becomes unbearably awkward."

Adam sighed but followed without protest.

He knew Blaise was right.

Their mothers were exactly like that—always scheming ways to have them socialize with the girls they deemed "appropriate future wives."

Bloody customs.

They were only ten years old, for Merlin's sake! Heh...Yup, he was starting to enjoy using magic terms for some things, it was quite amusing.

Oh wait.... Blaise would be turning eleven in September.... but he had just turned ten as Draco—and in his original world, he was still only nine.

Being mentally older didn't change a damn thing.

Especially when no one else knew but him.

....

Shortly after Blaise finished the formal introductions, Astoria, upon hearing the name "Draco Malfoy," suddenly lit up as if she had just uncovered something fascinating.

"Draco Malfoy!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on the spot, earning a sharp look from her older sister—one she completely ignored. "Is it true that your family cuts off house-elves' ears when they make mistakes?"

Adam blinked, taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

Beside him, Daphne let out a long-suffering sigh.

"Astoria, you've just met him. Mind your manners."

"But it's important!" Astoria protested before turning back to Adam with a conspiratorial look. "I heard that the Malfoy family's house-elves have no ears because of it…"

This time, Daphne silenced her sister by covering her mouth with both hands before offering Draco an apologetic glance.

Adam, for his part, simply raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't heard that particular rumour before.

And that was saying something, considering the endless list of rumours that surrounded him and his family…

Apparently, this was just something all ancient and noble pure-blood families had to deal with.

But this one—this was new.

Especially because it wasn't true, unlike many of the other whispers that, unfortunately, were quite accurate.

Sure, Lucius and Narcissa treated their house-elves as servants at best and property at worst, but they did not mutilate them.

…Well.

It would be hypocritical to say they never mistreated them. They did.

But not by cutting off ears or anything that extreme.

Besides, house-elves rarely made mistakes—so rarely, in fact, that when they did, no punishment was necessary.

They would inflict harm upon themselves before anyone else even had the chance to scold them.

The only exception among the Malfoy elves was Dobby, who—before becoming Draco's personal house-elf—had been subjected to far more punishments than the rest.

He was… different.

Far more prone to mistakes than the others, which earned him frequent punishment.

That was why Draco had asked for Dobby as his personal house-elf—without Lucius or Narcissa realizing his true intentions.

To Adam's surprise, they had easily agreed.

Not only did they get rid of an incompetent servant, but they also gave their son a personal attendant.

And, as Adam had come to learn, Lucius and Narcissa always seemed to grant Draco whatever he wanted.

It was something Adam had definitely taken advantage of.

Noticing Astoria's frustrated expression—likely from not getting a proper answer—along with the scolding she had just received from her sister, Adam decided to indulge her curiosity.

Little did he know that once he did, she wouldn't stop bombarding him with questions.

Which—despite everything—he answered calmly…

Though he had to admit, her enthusiasm was rather amusing.

And just like that, to Adam's complete surprise, Astoria practically latched onto him like an excitable puppy.

She spoke to him nonstop, bouncing between topics as if her thoughts moved at lightning speed.

From ancient magical families to grand wizarding celebrations, from magical creatures to her own personal theory that the Sorting Hat had some secret selection criteria no one actually knew about.

Oh, yes…

Adam still didn't understand how on earth the characters in the books had seemed so unaware of the Sorting Hat's existence before arriving at Hogwarts.

Because in reality, most pure-blood children already knew about the Sorting process through their families.

It wasn't some great mystery.....

Unless, of course, their parents deliberately chose not to tell them to preserve the magic of the experience.

…But no.

That was not the case for them.

As Lucius would say, it would be insulting for a Malfoy to arrive unprepared.

"Think about it, Draco," Astoria began, and yes, she was already calling him by his name with complete ease. "There are families where everyone goes to the same house, generation after generation. Isn't that suspicious? What if the Hat already knows where it's going to put us before it even touches our heads?"

"Maybe it discusses it with the professors or the Headmaster beforehand…" she continued, her tone fully serious as she laid out her supposed grand conspiracy.

Adam raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained.

She didn't know that the Hat actually did consider family tradition—though it wasn't absolute, of course. There were always exceptions, like Sirius Black, among others.

But the fact that she had come to that conclusion all on her own was rather impressive.

"So, you're saying it's all rigged," he replied in a solemn tone, stroking his chin as if in deep contemplation. "Sounds like a rather serious conspiracy."

Astoria nodded quickly, her enthusiasm shining through.

She was already nine years old—and in fact, despite being a year younger than Draco, she would be turning ten this September, the same month Blaise turned eleven.

Meanwhile, Adam—back in his original world—wouldn't be turning ten until January of next year…

Which meant that, in a way, she was actually older than him.

Yep.

A bit odd…

"Exactly! I think there's something more to it. But my sister says I shouldn't ask silly questions," Astoria added, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Daphne, who had actually been listening patiently, finally stepped in with a sigh.

"They're not silly, Astoria. You just tend to speak too quickly and without thinking first," she said in a calm voice, though there was a slight reprimand hidden beneath her tone.

Astoria pouted.

Adam couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

"Don't worry, Astoria. Asking questions isn't a bad thing… though, if you ever do uncover the truth about the Sorting Hat, promise me I'll be the first to know."

She looked at him with determination.

"Of course! I promise!"

Daphne sighed again, shaking her head…

But Adam noticed something interesting.

For the briefest moment...

A small smile flickered across her face.

Interesting.

...

As their conversation carried on, Adam realised something curious.

Ever since he became Draco, he had spent over half a year surrounded by the children of magical aristocracy—all thanks to Lucius.

But up until now, he had never truly bothered to pay them any real attention.

Most of them just annoyed him too quickly with their spoiled, entitled attitudes.

But now...

He had found two exceptions.

Blaise, who had already become a genuine friend, despite their many differing opinions.....

And Astoria, a whirlwind of curiosity and energy.

Even Daphne seemed to have more depth behind her ever-serious mask. Well there was also that beautiful French girl, Fleur.

A small smile formed on Adam's lips as Astoria continued excitedly explaining yet another one of her many theories.

The poor girl seemed like she hadn't had anyone to truly talk to in ages.

But now…

Adam had to admit.....

This party might not be so boring after all.

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The evening carried on, the sound of the enchanted clavichord floating through the air, mingling with the steady hum of conversation that filled the grand hall of Parkinson Manor.

Adam—or rather, Draco—had spent a good portion of the night making conversation with various people.

Blaise and his mother moved effortlessly between groups, carrying themselves with the kind of casual elegance that came naturally to those accustomed to these sorts of events.

Daphne Greengrass, ever composed, only spoke when she deemed a topic worth engaging in, while Astoria, bursting with energy, stuck to Adam's side whenever she had the chance.

Adam would have liked to spend most of the evening simply with Astoria and Blaise, but if he did, Lucius and Narcissa would never let him hear the end of it.

Millicent and Tracey, meanwhile, had kept mostly to their own circle, occasionally joining in the wider conversations.

But out of all these interactions....

There was one Adam hadn't been expecting.

A reunion with Theodore Nott.

He recognised Theo the moment he spotted him leaning casually against one of the salon walls, a drink in hand and a neutral expression on his face.

If there was one word to describe Theodore Nott, it was reserved.

Unlike Blaise, who could navigate social circles with ease, or Daphne, who commanded attention simply by being present.....

Theo was the kind of person who felt more comfortable in the shadows, watching rather than participating.

Adam recalled that before he arrived in this world, Draco and Theo had actually gotten along rather well.

They weren't best friends, exactly, but they had shared interests.

Or well… Draco had.

Adam, on the other hand, didn't particularly share the same enthusiasm for many of the things that had once interested the old Draco Malfoy.

Still, he had no reason to turn down Theo's company.

So, with mild curiosity, he approached.

"Theo."

The other boy lifted his gaze from his glass, his expression unreadable, though he didn't seem surprised.

"Draco."

A brief silence settled between them.

Adam didn't take it personally. He knew Theo wasn't the type to talk for the sake of talking.

"You know," Adam finally said, his tone light, "this feels more like an event for our parents to show off than a birthday party for Pansy."

Theo blinked.

Then, to Adam's genuine surprise, his lips curved into the faintest of smirks.

"Perhaps," Theo murmured, glancing around at the extravagance of the event. "But at least the food is decent."

Adam let out a small laugh, genuinely amused.

"Definitely."

He tilted his head subtly toward Crabbe and Goyle, who were a short distance away, wordlessly competing over how much food they could shove into their mouths at once.

Theo followed his gaze, exhaling softly....

Which, as far as Adam could tell, was the closest thing to laughter he was probably going to get out of him.

'I suppose some things never change,' Adam thought, amused.

And to think....

The last time Draco and Theo had actually spoken, they had only been eight years old.

Despite the time that had passed.....

And the fact that Adam's relationship with Theo wasn't quite the same as before—after all, he wasn't really the Draco that Theo had once known—

He still found a certain ease in his company.

Maybe it was because, unlike most of the other children of the aristocracy, Theo didn't try to impress him.

Or compete with him.

Or flatter him.

He simply existed in his own space, entirely detached from the need to fit in.

And that....

Well, that made him kinda interesting too.

At least, to Adam. Though naturally he still preferred to spend his time with Blaise or the lovely and bubbly Astoria. .... Well, and if it was possible with the French girl but that wasn't likely to happen any time soon, a real shame. At least he was finally getting some distraction from his frustrating thoughts about the whole Bogus failure thing. 

...

Between exchanges with Blaise, discussions with the Greengrass sisters, and reunions with old acquaintances, the evening progressed smoothly.

The party was a fashion parade of family bonds disguised as small talk, mothers whispering about potential engagements, and children behaving like little adults. 

But in the midst of all this social choreography, Adam struck small moments that somehow made the evening less tedious.

A game of crazy theories with Astoria.

A knowing exchange of glances with Blaise when someone said something ridiculously pretentious. 

A quiet conversation with Theo.

Yes, the party definitely wasn't so boring after all.

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– August 6, 1990

Adam was utterly convinced that the wizarding world had a gift for exaggerating absolutely everything.

First, there had been the Conclave, where opulence and pretentiousness blended into a symphony of arrogance. Then, the Abraxan races, which, while thrilling, were essentially just an elegant excuse for the rich to gamble absurd amounts of money.

And now…

Now, he was trapped in the Neptunea Submarine Theatre, surrounded by enormous enchanted bubbles that allowed everyone to breathe underwater, while mermaids, YES.... MERMAIDS, sang with hypnotic voices that seemed to vibrate in his very bones.

While he tried to enjoy the visually stunning performance in front of him, Narcissa kept him occupied with formal introductions.

"Draco, do greet the Greengrass family," she instructed.

Adam turned with a well-rehearsed smile.

"Daphne, Astoria, a pleasure to see you both again"

Daphne nodded politely. Astoria, on the other hand, grinned enthusiastically.

"Did you know that mermaids have different dialects depending on how deep in the ocean they live?" she asked quickly.

Adam chuckled softly.

"Well, I do now"

Astoria seemed satisfied with his response and continued chattering excitedly about the magical melodies of mermaids, while Daphne sighed in resigned patience.

Yes… some events were definitely better than others.

Unfortunately, Lady. Greengrass didn't seem as pleased about her daughter's enthusiasm and promptly dragged her away to another section—where, of all people, the Zabinis were gathered, mother and son.

Oh Lady Zabini, as always, was stunning.

Not only was she elegant, but she was breathtakingly beautiful, and her form-fitting black gown only made her even more striking to the eye.

Adam truly envied Blaise.

Of course, Narcissa was also lovely, but having Draco's memories from start to finish had, for some reason, made him see her as something closer to a second mother rather than as a mature and beautiful woman.

Well, whatever.

Not long after spotting them, Blaise and his mother came over to greet them properly.

Shortly after, Narcissa, Lady. Greengrass, and Lady Zabini settled into a section together, no doubt ready to gossip among themselves—leaving the boys to their own devices.

Well, almost.

Poor Astoria, still being held hostage by her mother, had no choice but to remain with the three older women.

Adam almost felt enough pity for her to go over and keep her company.

Almost.

But no.

'Forgive me, Astoria' he thought, 'But I've had too many difficult weeks as it is'

Not just because of Bogus, but also because of Lucius and Narcissa's sudden, unbearable urge to parade him around like a well-groomed show dog.

...

The performance was, without a doubt, stunning.

The structure of the theatre floated in the depths of an enchanted lake, where light from the surface filtered through in shimmering silver streaks. The air bubbles were charmed so the audience could sit comfortably, surrounded by shoals of translucent fish that swam between spectators, blending seamlessly into the atmosphere.

The stage was even more breathtaking—a coral platform in shades of blue and gold, where mermaids emerged and submerged in perfect synchronization with the music, their scales glistening like submerged stars.

It was beautiful.

It was awe-inspiring.

And it was never-ending.

By the third song, Adam realized that the entire event would last at least three hours.

Three hours of melancholic singing and underwater dancing. Brilliant…

He glanced sideways at Blaise Zabini, who was seated beside him, wearing the exact same expression as someone who had made a terrible life choice and was now desperately searching for a way out.

To his right, Daphne Greengrass sat impeccably composed, watching the performance with the serene expression of someone who was either genuinely enjoying it… or was simply an excellent liar.

Yep.

She'd definitely make a brilliant actress in the Muggle world. A really good one.

Blaise let out a long sigh and murmured under his breath:

"If this carries on, I'll be asleep before the second act is over."

Adam leaned on his elbow, resting it against the armrest of his seat, and replied in the same hushed tone:

"Give me five minutes, and we'll find a way to sneak out."

Daphne, who clearly heard him, turned her head towards them with a look of disapproval so sharp it could have been patented by strict mothers worldwide.

"You are absolute barbarians with no appreciation for culture."

Adam flashed his most innocent smile.

"That's not true. It's just that I have a limit to how much mermaid singing I can endure before it starts sounding repetitive."

Daphne narrowed her eyes, as if trying to decide whether it was even worth debating with him. Finally, she sighed and turned her gaze back to the stage.

But Adam noticed something interesting.

For just a brief moment, he could have sworn he saw the beginnings of a smile on her face.

Interesting…

This was the second time since he had met the Greengrass sisters that he had seen Daphne do that.

First at Pansy's birthday party when they met… and now.

....

As the opera progressed, Adam found himself caught in one of the most difficult internal struggles of his life—holding out for Narcissa's sake, or attempting a strategic escape.

On one hand, Narcissa Malfoy was a woman of refined taste and impossibly high expectations. If she caught him trying to slip out halfway through the performance, her elegant yet deadly glare of disapproval would be far worse than any physical punishment.

But at least he'd make it out alive—since Lucius wasn't here, which meant he could take a few more liberties.

Not too many, of course.

He knew she would severely punish him later if he embarrassed her.

On the other hand…

Three. Bloody. Hours.

And he couldn't even pretend to be paying attention to the music anymore.

At first, it had been fascinating.

After all, they were damn mermaids—it was like seeing Ariel from The Little Mermaid in real life.

Though, instead of the animated version, they were flesh and blood and a bit less appealing to the eye—they still looked fine, but Adam definitely preferred the cartoon.

But by the fourth song about a tragic love story between a mermaid and a wizard who could never live underwater, Adam started wondering if all mermaid tales followed the exact same pattern.

Blaise, for his part, had already reached peak boredom.

He was slouched back in his seat, arms crossed, staring blankly at nothing.

When Adam nudged him lightly, Blaise tilted his head and murmured:

"If I sit still for much longer, I think I'll turn into part of the furniture"

Adam bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

"We can make a deal—if I survive this without falling asleep, you owe me a bet at the next Abraxan tournament"

Blaise tilted his head, considering the offer.

"Alright… but only if you manage not to make a single grimace of suffering for the rest of the opera"

Adam narrowed his eyes, sceptical.

"And how will you know if I make a grimace?"

"Daphne will tell me." Blaise turned his head towards the blonde girl. "Won't you, Greengrass?"

Daphne, who had clearly been trying to ignore them, let out a patient sigh.

"Do you two really think this is that unbearable?"

Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"Do you even have to ask?"

She shook her head and, for the first time that evening, smiled properly.

"Next time, I'll tell our mothers to enrol you both in musical appreciation classes for children. Since it seems that music lessons alone don't work for you two"

Adam feigned horror.

He was already suffering enough with the mandatory music lessons Narcissa had forced upon him since Draco was four years old…

"You wouldn't dare"

"Oh, I certainly would"

Blaise visibly shuddered.

"Merlin's beard, Greengrass, I had no idea you were this cruel"

Daphne simply shrugged gracefully.

"It's a talent"

…..

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the opera reached its climax.

The last note echoed through the underwater theatre, and the audience erupted into polite applause, some even standing inside their enormous enchanted bubbles.

Adam forced himself to clap with moderate enthusiasm.

He didn't want Narcissa to notice that he had spent half the performance thinking about anything but the music.

As the theatre's magical lights began to dim, signalling the end of the event, Adam felt like he could finally breathe normally again.

"Well… we survived," he murmured towards Blaise.

His friend slowly nodded.

"But at what cost?"

Daphne, having overheard them, rolled her eyes.

"You're both so dramatic"

"And you're absolutely heartless," Blaise shot back.

Daphne smirked slightly.

"Why, thank you"

Adam couldn't help but laugh.

'Alright, maybe it wasn't so terrible after all.'

Sure, opera wasn't his thing, and he'd probably try to avoid another one for at least a year or more....

But at least, between whispered conversations, improvised bets, and small doses of sarcasm, the evening had been… quite bearable.