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

- August 13, 1996

Three months.

That's how long Adam had been filming Leave It to Beaver.

Time had passed in a strange way—not necessarily fast or slow, but in an irregular rhythm where filming days blurred into nights at Malfoy Manor, promotional interviews overlapped with his lingering frustration over Bogus, and on-set jokes mixed with the pressure of wanting to excel in everything he did.

Now, in just three days, he'd be wrapping up filming.

And for the first time in a long while… he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it.

He loved acting. He loved the set routine, the rehearsals, the fast-paced energy of production… but he was also starting to feel the monotony. Maybe because his mind was always moving, always looking for the next challenge, the next step. Well.... kinda like that.

But yeah, he was already itching to start a new movie.

Still, something inside him stirred with a quiet sense of satisfaction.

He had done a good job.

That much he knew. His Perfect Acting ability ensured it.

And now, with The Lost World: Jurassic Park on the horizon and the possibility of landing a role in Star Wars, the future looked a lot more exciting...

Way more than he ever would've imagined when all of this began.

Or after his first major failure.

....

The sharp snap of a clapperboard echoed across the set.

"Cut!"

Andy Cadiff, the director, grinned from behind the cameras.

"Great take! Moving on to the next scene!"

Adam blinked a few times, adjusting his posture on his character's bike. The glaring studio lights bouncing off the fake streets of Colonial Street Backlot made the heat even more unbearable.

Under the California sun, Beaver Cleaver's iconic red sweater felt like a damn personal torture device.

'They should give me a freaking Oscar just for enduring this' he thought sarcastically, wiping sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

As he climbed off the bike, Erik von Detten—who played Wally—strolled over with his usual easygoing grin.

"So, three more days, huh?"

Adam nodded, dusting off his jeans.

"And you're going to miss me terribly."

Erik chuckled.

"Oh, absolutely. Every time I see someone botch a newspaper toss, I'll think of you."

Adam pulled a mock-offended face.

"Hey! That was only a couple of times!"

"Adam, you hit a cameraman in the face," Adam Zolotin (Eddie Haskell Jr.) chimed in as he joined them—because, of course, he loved reminding Adam of that incident.

Adam rolled his eyes.

"That was a miscalculation… And Erik still owes me money for it."

"A miscalculation that nearly sent Jeff home without his glasses," Erika Christensen (Karen) added as she passed by, sipping a lemonade.

"You're all being dramatic," Adam muttered, crossing his arms.

The laughter died down when a production assistant approached, holding a cordless phone.

"Adam, your manager wants to talk to you"

He raised an eyebrow.

'Estelle calling me… That mean something big...'

Curious, he grabbed the phone and stepped away from the group.

"Estelle?"

"Adam," Estelle's voice came through, calm but carrying that distinct tone she used when she had good news.

"How's everything going?"

"Fine… though I'm starting to think you'll miss me more than Erik will."

"In your dreams," she quipped playfully. "But tell me—are you sitting down?"

Adam frowned.

"That sounds like I should be."

"Well, considering that you officially wrapped Bogus with a box office disaster—but now…"

She paused dramatically.

"You just got another opportunity."

A brief silence.

"…Another opportunity?" Adam repeated slowly.

His heart beat a little faster.

"Oh, yeah. And not just any opportunity."

The pause stretched.

"Do I have to guess?"

Estelle let out a small laugh.

"Adam, after sending in your video auditions, I heard from one of my contacts that after watching them—"

"You're now being seriously considered as one of the final candidates for Anakin in Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace."

…

Okay.

That escalated fast.

Really fast.

....

.....

- August 26, 1990

It had been ten days since Adam wrapped filming Leave It to Beaver, and while he had initially enjoyed the break, boredom had quickly settled in.

He loved acting, and for the first time in weeks, his routine was no longer packed with shoots, interviews, or long days on set. At first, it had been nice—waking up without a strict schedule, spending more time with his family, sleeping in if he wanted.

But now… he needed to do something.

The problem was that even though he already had his next big project lined up—The Lost World: Jurassic Park—filming wouldn't start until September 20. And while he was beyond excited about the opportunity to work on a Spielberg movie, the waiting was driving him insane.

Luckily for him, he still had his other life.

And, yeah… life as Draco Malfoy was anything but boring.

Of course, it came with its downsides. Like the never-ending private lessons that Narcissa and Lucius insisted he take:

Etiquette and social protocol..... How to move, speak, and behave at elite events.

Formal dance..... Because apparently, in magical aristocracy, knowing how to waltz was just as important as casting a spell.

Languages..... French, and some of Latin, Russian, German, Italian, Spanish… because, of course, a Malfoy had to sound refined even when cursing someone out.

"Selective" History of Magic..... A curriculum designed to glorify pure-blood supremacy, praising figures like Salazar Slytherin, Grindelwald, and others.

Lineages and alliances..... Everything about the most powerful families and their political and marital connections.

Politics and Ministry structure... Umm, well, still in the middle of understanding this. 

Noble arts and music... Learning to play "worthy" magical instruments.

So yea.... In short: a full indoctrination into becoming the perfect heir.

Adam tolerated it for two reasons:

Even though most of these lessons were tedious, some were actually useful. At the end of the day, all of this gave him access to a world that was worth it.

A world filled with real magic.

And honestly, that made up for any boring lecture on the "triumphs of pure-blood wizards" or on how "wizards of class" were supposed to treat the unworthy.

Potions, in particular, was fascinating.

Maybe it was because Draco had a natural talent for it, or maybe it was because Adam had a sharp memory and enjoyed the precision of potion-making. Either way, he loved experimenting with different ingredients and observing their reactions.

Even Severus Snape had noticed.

In his usual cold and calculating tone, Snape had handed him a personal book of notes and additional formulas. It wasn't something he did for just anyone, so Adam took it as an interesting gesture.

Of course, practicing potions unsupervised was highly risky.

But that's what Dobby was for.

Any time Adam decided to conduct secret experiments, Dobby stayed nearby, wide-eyed and ready to intervene if something went wrong.

Obviously, if Narcissa ever found out that her precious son was "playing with cauldrons without supervision," she would probably faint.

But hey... what was life without a little risk?

For now, the only real frustration was not having a wand yet.

Sure, he could practice theory, study spell mechanics, and observe others use magic.

But he hadn't yet felt magic in his hands.

And that… that drove him crazy.

He had read enough about the bond between a wizard and his wand to know that the moment he finally got his own, everything in this world would change.

He just had to wait.

Until then, he would absorb as much knowledge as possible and play his role as Draco Malfoy wisely.

Because if there was one thing Adam had learned over these past few weeks, it was that in this world, power wasn't just inherited… it was built.

And he was more than ready to do just that.

...

Today at 7:30 AM, the scent of black tea and freshly baked bread filled the elegant breakfast hall of Malfoy Manor. The morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting golden reflections across the polished oak dining table.

Adam, still half-asleep, lazily stirred his oatmeal as Narcissa meticulously went over his schedule for the day.

"After breakfast, you have your etiquette and aristocratic manners lesson with Madame Vauclair," his mother said, taking a sip of her tea.

Adam held back a sigh. The lady of terror.

"Then, Latin with Professor Blackwood, magical economics with Lord Arnitre"

Adam barely raised an eyebrow, but internally, he already wanted to throw himself out the window.

"And finally, after lunch, formal dance with Madame Dupont"

This time, he let out an audible groan.

"Mother… again, is it reeeallyyyy necessary for me to learn how to dance?"

Narcissa didn't even blink.

"Yes, As a Malfoy, you must know how to.... "

'BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH ....' Adam had already heard these explanations for everything a thousand times and was completely ignoring them. 

Lucius, who had been reading the Daily Prophet in silence, lowered the paper and gave him his usual measured look of disapproval.

"If you must complain, at least do so with dignity"

Adam rolled his eyes and took a spoonful of oatmeal, chewing without enthusiasm. He really had to restrain himself from saying many, many things to his damn face. 

Another day in the life of Draco Malfoy.

And hell was just beginning.

.....

At 9:00 AM, Madame Vauclair, a French witch of indeterminate age but with the energy of a predatory hawk, paced the room with an ivory cane in hand.

"Posture, Monsieur Malfoy, is the key to aristocratic presence. Back straight! Chin high!"

Adam obeyed mechanically. If there was one thing he despised, it was how absurdly rigid all of this was.

"When greeting someone of lower status, a slight nod will suffice. Do not lower your head too much, or they may mistake it as a sign of equality."

Adam resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow.

"And if they are of equal or superior status?"

Madame Vauclair gave a chilling smile.

"A Malfoy is never in a situation where someone is 'superior"

'Merlin, this woman is worse than Lucius...' 

Next came the lesson on aristocratic conversation—how to talk without really saying anything.

"Personal matters are in poor taste," she recited seriously. "One must never directly ask about wealth, family ties, or political ambitions. Everything must be inferred."

Adam rested his chin in his hand.

"So instead of saying, 'How many Galleons do you have?' I should say something like, 'I must assume your fortune has flourished this year, given your unusual enthusiasm at the soirée"

Madame Vauclair gave him an approving nod.

"I see you learn quickly."

"..."

'Yeah. Sure, sure, this is just Fantastic'

....

At 10:30 AM, professor Blackwood, a tall, dark-robed wizard with an intense stare, spoke as though every sentence was a curse waiting to be unleashed.

"Lingua Latina, discipulus Malfoy"

"Salve, Magister," Adam replied with perfect pronunciation.

Blackwood gave a small nod.

"Today we will focus on phrases used in ancient spells and their grammatical structure. Repeat after me: 'Legilimens, vis animae revelatur.'"

Adam did so effortlessly. While Latin wasn't the most exciting subject, he had to admit it was useful. Many spells had Latin roots, and understanding the language helped decipher more complex enchantments.

Plus, Blackwood wasn't as insufferable as some of his other tutors. He didn't fill his head with pure-blood ideology—he simply taught. And honestly, that made him far more tolerable.

...

Then at 12:00 PM, Lord Arnitre had the patience of a basilisk preparing to strike. His voice was calm but sharp, making it impossible to ignore him.

"A Malfoy must understand how magical markets work. It's not just about having money, but knowing how to move it."

Adam pretended to be interested, but in truth, economics bored him to death.

"If you had to invest in a business, what would you choose?" Lord Arnitre asked, watching him carefully.

Adam thought for a moment.

"Something with constant demand. Potions, for example. There will always be wizards who need Felix Felicis or Amortentia"

Lord Arnitre raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed.

"Not a bad answer. However, the key to business isn't just demand—it's monopoly. The potion industry is already dominated by brands like Slug & Jiggers. True wealth lies in innovation… or in controlling access to resources..."

Okay. This is actually interesting.

So, maybe, and just maybe.... magical economics wasn't so useless after all.

.....

If there was one thing worse than etiquette lessons… it was this.

"Mr. Malfoy, posture. Elbows, balance, rhythm"

Adam clenched his jaw.

"Madame, I'm fairly certain this is harder than a wand duel"

Dupont didn't even blink.

"Perhaps. But a skilled duelist knows how to move. Dance and dueling have more in common than you think"

Yeaaaa. sure.... 

Try to make another fool believe that.