7 Strange muggle world II

The Johnson muggle woman carried me into a small grey car and strapped into another small chair on the chair in the backseat. I have only heard of cars before, for some reason I imagined them larger. I glanced around and examined the interior of this 'car'. It wasn't much different from the bus nor a carriage and inside I was slightly relieved. After all the strange things I have seen, it was calming to see something I understand.

We drove off and I took a good view of the new world around me. There were towers, skyscrapers, cars, and so much more people busily going their way. I was more crowded than Diagon alley a few weeks before school starts. Cars were honking, music was playing, and there were pictures that moved and didn't move that were as large as an entire carriage and bigger! They were hanged meters high up on the sides of buildings and light flickered everywhere.

Majority of the lights were near the road, flashing from red to green, and there were moments when they would turn yellow. My heart sped up faster with all the unfamiliar things I saw once more but I also felt something I didn't feel before. Excitement.

There were so many things I didn't know, didn't understand, and I wanted to know everything. How they worked, what they were composed of. I might be able to integrate these objects into the wizarding world to improve-! Wait, no. These are muggle things! I would rather be caught dead than be found tinkering with muggle contraptions. I have to compose myself, for a moment there I almost turned into one of those blood traitor Weasleys.

Muggle things are never good for the wizarding world. They only give destruction and more problems than good. The more muggle things are smuggled into the wizarding world, the more we loose our tradition and way of life. There is a reason why those muggles mustn't know we exist. As soon as they find out I can do magic, they will burn me like they have done to my ancestors, or worse.

Muggles fear power and love destruction so they fear us and try to kill us. Who knows what they will do if they find out there are those who can do things they can only dream of doing? A proof of their ways is the war they had with themselves that cost many casualties to us even when they were no longer aware of our existence. Muggles are never good, no matter what they invent.

After I am placed into my temporary residential area, I will forbid them from ever touching me again, and hex those who try.

We came to a stop just in front of a white building quite a distance from the chaos that we passed by earlier.

"We're here baby. Your new home until we find you your new parents. Let me just get some things and I will bring you to your new room alright?"

Why is this muggle woman even speaking to me? I am only a day or two old, I couldn't speak even if I wanted to! My vocal chords and facial muscles aren't trained yet to allow for speech.

The muggle went out of the car and walked to the back, there was the sound of a door opening and shuffling of paper bags so she must have opened to trunk to get her things. There was some muted chatter before the door beside me swung open to be greeted with a younger looking muggle.

"Hello baby, I'm Jade and I will be looking after you alright? Come, lets go up to your room."

3- this is the third and last muggle that I will allow to touch me! Quicken your pace and just bring me to my room already.

As soon as I am brought into my room and set down in a crib I noticed that I wasn't going to be alone. There were two more cribs in the room painted the same dull white color as mine.

It doesn't matter, they aren't here now. I waited until the Jade muggle left before I closed my eyes and concentrated on my magic. It should have been full again since I rested and haven't used any magic since. . . well, since I was in England. I concentrated for a few moments before I noticed that something was odd.

I couldn't find it. There was a trace of it lingering here and there but other than that it was all gone! First I get sent into the muggle world in a different country and now I lost my magic?! No, this can't be right. There is no way I could have lost it. Maybe I am just too tired and so I couldn't concentrate enough to find it.

Yes, that must be it. I would rather die than turn into a squib. I am Draco Malfoy, born from two of the most ancient, noble, and influential houses in all of wizard England. There is no way I could turn into a squib.

I force myself into slumber and try to rest. I waited and waited, focusing on the area where my magic core was. No- is! It is still there, even if I could not sense it for now, it should still be there.