**Draco’s eyes fluttered open to a blinding white light. The ceiling above him was covered in plain tiles illuminated by harsh fluorescent bulbs that hummed with an unfamiliar electric buzz. His head throbbed, but the agonizing Sectumsempra wounds he expected were gone. Confused, he looked down. Instead of bloodstained robes, he wore a pale blue hospital gown. A clear tube ran from his arm to a bag of fluid hanging beside the bed. "What the..." he muttered. The door opened, and Draco instinctively reached for his wand. His hand met only soft fabric. "Oh, thank goodness! Lucius, he's awake!" Draco froze. His parents entered, but something was terribly wrong. Narcissa's hair hung loose and blonde over a beige jumper, while Lucius wore a simple dark suit with short hair. No robes. No cane. No sign of magic. "Mother? Father?" Draco asked. "Where are we? Is this a safe house?" Narcissa rushed forward and hugged him tightly. "Slow down, sweetheart. The doctors said you'd be confused." Doctors? "What about Hogwarts? The Dark Lord? The Death Eaters?" Lucius exchanged a troubled glance with Narcissa. "Draco," he said carefully, "what are Death Eaters?" Draco stared. "The Dark Lord's followers!" He yanked up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark. Nothing. His forearm was completely clear. "No..." he whispered, rubbing frantically at the skin. The mark he'd once scrubbed until he bled was simply gone. Narcissa's eyes filled with tears. "The accident must have affected his memory." "Maybe it's still the anesthesia," Lucius added. "Accident?" Draco repeated. Then he noticed a television mounted on the wall. The screen flickered to life, displaying a news broadcast. May, 2026. Draco stopped breathing. He was still seventeen. Yet everything around him was wrong. A horrifying realization settled in his chest. This wasn't just a Muggle hospital. This was another world. "Draco?" Narcissa asked softly. Forcing himself to stay calm, he offered a weak smile. "I... think I had a strange dream while I was unconscious. It felt real." Relief immediately washed over both of them. Before Draco could ask more questions, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. A frantic knock rattled the door. Narcissa smiled. "That must be Harry." Draco went rigid. Harry? Lucius opened the door. Standing there was Harry Potter, messy black hair, round glasses, and modern clothes. Different outfit, same face. Instantly, Draco's survival instincts flared. "What the hell are you doing here, Pott—" Before he could finish, Harry crossed the room and wrapped his arms around him. Draco gasped. Harry buried his face against Draco's shoulder, holding him so tightly he could feel him trembling. For a moment, Draco simply froze, his hands suspended awkwardly in the air. Because in all the impossible things he'd witnessed since waking up in this strange world, nothing was more shocking than Harry Potter hugging him.