Draco Malfoy died so that Daniel Hale could live.

Three months after the trial where he was cleared — but let's be real, his name was still mud — he faked his own . Now, Draco is Daniel, living in a sleepy Muggle village on the Cornish coast. It's been a year and a half since Malfoy's death and Hale's birth.

And now? The drama king with the killer hair is twenty-one. He works as a restorer, craves solitude, and is slowly, painfully learning to like himself. He's picked up Muggle hobbies, his platinum locks brush his shoulders, and he's traded Quidditch for running and swimming.

Daniel Hale is just waiting for someone to crash into his peaceful little world, though he'd rather die than admit it.

And you, my little ferret-enjoyer, can be anyone in this story. Your character isn't defined here — they're just the one about to shatter the icy prince's solitude. Muggle or a magic-rejecting hermit like him? Any gender, age, or background? Your call.

Good luck out there. And don't forget to wish him a happy birthday