NOTE FROM ME: I have written this original work to try and bring the idea of Female Draco Malfoy within universe. Please let me know your thoughts. I am working on a narrated video version of this
The Wizarding World is a vast and mysterious place. In fact, mysteries are the very crux of what makes this hidden society stand apart from the realm you see around you. Where Muggles rely on science to discover and invent, wizards from all walks of life have spent history creating wonders of their own. What are these mysteries, you may ask? Surely, they cannot be that different from Muggle discoveries, can they?
There are creatures in every corner of the globe, kept hidden by the tireless efforts of wizarding authorities over countless centuries. There are also beasts in the deepest, darkest places that both Muggles and wizards have yet to uncover. A mysterious sound in the night might be dismissed by a Muggle as a simple woodland animal. A wizard, however, might picture a massive beast with the body of a horse, cloaked in feathers, with the head of a bird and magnificent wings protruding from its spine. The difference is that the wizard’s imagination is actually a memory—a reality learned from a school textbook. That textbook was written by a wizard who took his insatiable curiosity, sought out what others feared, and single-handedly uncovered the secrets of the most obscure creatures on earth.
There is powerful magic in this mysterious world. Some magic is created for evil, born with the sole purpose of taking a person’s malice and weaponizing it to inflict pain. Conversely, there is magic created for pure good, designed to take a person’s happiest memories and manifest them as an ethereal guardian that protects against the dark. Sometimes, magic is created for no other reason than to make you smile—sold as a simple joke in a vibrant shop by two wizards who spent years experimenting just to hear people laugh.
Magic takes many other forms. It can be a simple potion, brewed from common ingredients but amplified by magical intent. Or, it can be a highly advanced concoction, stewed over long months using fantastical elements from mythical beasts to heal maladies of all sorts. There are potions to cure the common cold, potions to tame unmanageable hair, and potions that perform absolute miracles, like regrowing shattered bones.
Out of all these mysteries, however, there is one subset of magical discovery deemed so volatile that, even if not inherently malicious, it can be catastrophic to the world around us. These are magics that hold a fundamental, detrimental power over reality itself—bending time, space, and existence. In these rare cases, the magical governments step in to confiscate and bury these findings, acting for the greater good of both the wizarding world and the Muggles they help protect.
Deep within the bowels of the Ministry of Magic, there is an entire department dedicated to these confiscations. It hides away the most bizarre, terrifying, and fascinating discoveries from thousands of years of history. This is the Department of Mysteries. Within its dark corridors are many doors, each opening into a room dedicated to a different facet of the unknown. There is a room with a crumbling stone archway on a dais, sitting ominously quiet except to those who have known death. There is a room filled with brains floating in a green tank, ready to lash out at the unwary. Perhaps most haunting of all is a cavernous hall filled with glass orbs covered in dust—whispering prophecies of times past and times yet to come.
Yet, out of all these chambers, there is one that sits deeper still. It stands out as the most secretive, most heavily guarded room in the entire department. Past the Room of Time, and past the Hall of Prophecy, lies a space dedicated solely to the works of one wizard from the fifteenth century. Inside, you will find towering shelves of journals chronicling his impossible adventures. More peculiarly, you will find a stone Pensieve, swirling with the silvery memories he gathered on his travels. At the center of it all, resting on a table beneath a protective glass case, is a broken device.
Some who see this golden mechanism might recognize it, as it closely resembles other restricted instruments used in the wizarding world. It is a Time-Turner. Normally, a spin of its rings transports the user back in time, allowing them to relive a few fleeting hours before returning to the present. What makes this specific device different is that it is the original. What makes it special, and infinitely more dangerous, is that it allowed the user to move backward—and forward—beyond the confines of their own natural timeline. You see, all current Time-Turners are merely flawed replicas, created by wizards attempting to copy this prototype's immense power. The best those imitators could do was send a user back for five minutes. Later variations allowed for slightly longer stays. But they were never able to recreate the original’s ability to completely shatter the boundaries of an established timeline.
The wizard who forged this original artifact, and whose life fills this secret room, was named Emmerist Browning. He called his invention the Flux Gyrator. In the fifteenth century—around October 15th, 1585, to be precise—he completed the device and began his journey through time. He met witches and wizards from our past, our present, and our distant future. He saw what was going to happen, what had already happened, and, most terrifyingly, what could have been.
In many of the adventures captured in those dusty journals, Emmerist inadvertently fractured timelines, spawning entirely new, alternate realities. He spent years of his life desperately trying to mend these incoherent timelines and stitch them back to where they belonged. His records of these corrections now serve as harrowing cautionary tales, warning of the catastrophes that unfold when the past is altered. As he fixed these broken realities, he extracted the memories of those he was forced to Obliviate. He collected these forgotten lives into the hundreds of glass vials that now surround the Pensieve.
Towards the end of his life, Emmerist took one final journey. Upon returning, he deliberately shattered his life's work, ensuring no one could ever repeat his mistakes—or worse, use the Flux Gyrator with malicious intent to undo the victories of the light. Nobody knows exactly when Emmerist died. His broken device and his life's research were discovered hidden in a Muggle home centuries later and quietly relocated to the Ministry. We only have a general idea of his timeline based on his own writings. It is highly theorized that many of the bizarre, incoherent prophecies in the neighboring hall were actually born from Emmerist’s timeline tampering. Some of those prophecies even seem to originate directly from the silvery memories glowing in his vials.
Within these final journals, Emmerist poured an obsessive amount of effort into documenting one particular alternate timeline. He wrote seven entire volumes detailing the life of a single boy. These texts surround a figure from our very recent history, and it is largely deduced that Emmerist extracted these memories directly from this hero while the man lay on his deathbed, far into the future. Emmerist never explicitly wrote why he spent his final years obsessing over this specific alternate reality, but the journals make one thing clear: Emmerist made a mistake while observing the buildup to the First and Second Wizarding Wars.
He inadvertently performed an action that delayed two young wizards from meeting for a date in Diagon Alley in the late 1970s. Because of Emmerist, they didn't meet until several days later. A few days might not seem like a big deal, but the butterfly effect fundamentally altered the entire landscape of the Second Wizarding War. It shifted births, deaths, marriages, and lifelong friendships for a century to come.
Most importantly, it profoundly affected the primary figure of the war.
Who was this person so deeply impacted by a delayed meeting? It was none other than Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. The wizard who ultimately defeated the Dark Lord and took his place among the most revered figures in magical history.
But what exactly was changed in this alternate timeline? What was so catastrophic that Emmerist felt compelled to document it, yet still fix his mistake and prevent it from coming to pass? According to the journals, this alternate reality actually turned out okay. Some historians might even argue it was better than our own. Many lived who should have died, and many found happiness in the end. He doesn’t state why so we may never know.
The great fracture, the monumental change that rippled through history and needed repairing, was simply this: the bitter rival of Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, was never born. Instead, he was born as Dracona Malfoy. The one and only child of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy was born a girl.
The following books are the alternate story of Harry Potter. A story pieced together by Emmerist Browning from his travels, his mistakes, and the memories of a dying hero. It follows Harry Potter through the beginning and the end of the Second Wizarding War, leading to the ultimate fall of Lord Voldemort.