AMAIRA'S POV—
What bullshit is this?! I slammed down Liam's book on the floor. What the fuck is this? I can't believe that these novels that I just read now, have Potter as the protagonist. Also, what the fuck is my counterpart doing? Draco Malfoy was his name. I can't believe that he was just a side-villain in this. Argh! He is so irritating, always whining throughout each and every novel.
Liam said, "Like Draco Malfoy, who was the sub-villain in those novels, you are the sub/side-villain of this world."
I asked, "But I am a girl. So, my fate should be different, isn't it?"
"Yes. You would die."
Huh? What the fuck is wrong with this creature? He is telling me that I would die, just like that. At least, give me some time to prepare myself. Sighing, I said, "Aren't you the blunt one?"
"Sorry, Host. But this is the truth. Almost everything would go similar like that Harry's world. Although, this world's Harry Potter will kill you."
I knew Potter hated me, but to this extent. To the extent that he would kill me. I asked, "So, what should I do then? I won't be sitting like a fool, and just let him kill me."
Liam said, "That's good, Host. Although, trying to fight him would get you killed."
"So, what should I do?"
He said, "That's why I am here, Host. To help you, as I am the Plot Changer System. My job is to change the plot, by selecting a cannon fodder or, I can say, a sub-villain like you. I will help you to become more powerful. You would be so powerful that not only you can defeat the Protagonist but also, you can defeat Voldemort himself." I shivered when I heard You-Know-Who's name.
With some difficulty, I said, "V-Voldemort, is he a half-blood in my world as well?"
"Yes, he is."
Huh, that bastard is really something. My father, Lucius Malfoy, always praises him as if, he is some sort of saviour of us, pure bloods. I don't know what would be my father's reaction, when he finds out that his god is a phony, a faker.
Enough of that, I should probably focus on myself now. I asked, "How Liam? How could I save myself?"
"It's simple, Host. You need to just follow and complete the missions, which would help you level up. When you level up, you get rewards and take a step further towards your goal, which is to survive. Being with me, would help you to survive, and me to become an independent system."
So, he isn't helping me for free. He does have his interests as well. Also, he said that he would give me rewards. I asked, "What rewards?"
"What are you talking about Amaira?" interrupted a familiar voice. It was McGonagall. She continued, "Have you finished cleaning my office?"
"Yes, Mam."
McGonagall briefly looked around the whole room to check whether I was telling the truth or not. Satisfied, she nodded. She said, "Amaira, if you think that I would give even a single point for your cleaning, then you are wrong. Come here."
Without saying anything, I walked towards her. As I stopped in front of her, she slapped me tightly on me cheek. I staggered a bit, but maintained my balance. Tears threatened to leak from my eyes, as I tried my best to control them.
Not finding it enough, she slapped me again. This time, I couldn't maintain my balance and fell on the ground with a thud. Against my will, some tears leaked from my eyes. I quickly wiped them. She said, "Your father disciplines you like this, doesn't he?" How did she know this? "I will send him a letter, informing your misdeeds. He may not like me, but he won't ignore this. He loves his reputation after all. Now, get out of here."
I got up and left her office. Liam said, "Host! Are you alright? Wait! Don't say anything out loud. You converse with me mentally."
Heading his words, I tried to talk mentally. I said, 'I am alright. Am I doing it right?'
"Yes, Host. You are."
Just as I was heading towards Slytherin's dungeons, I crashed against someone. When I looked up, I found that I crashed against Potter. He snarled, "Watch where you are going, Malfoy. Or, do you need glasses?"
I flinched when I heard his voice. Fuck! What am I doing? Hold yourself! He hasn't killed you yet. Sneering, I said, "It's your fault, Potter. I crashed into you, because you existed in the first place. Just stop existing and I won't crash on you."
Just as he was about to retort me, he stopped. Oh, he saw my reddened cheek. After a moment, he asked, "Who hit you? Malfoy, I am asking you?" Shock and worry were evident in his voice.
What's with this weird reaction of his? Why is he worried? Hah! He must be acting.
I scoffed, "It doesn't matter who hit me, Potter. It's my business." Saying that, I headed straight towards the common room, without even hearing his response.