Proditio

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own the rights to Harry Potter. That undoubtable honor goes to the mother of that wonderful creation, JK Rowling. She is a goddess of the literary arts and should be acknoged.ged. So, please, for the love of all that is holy, please do not sue me! After all, plagiarism is one of the most sincere forms of flattery. *bows and runs off stage*

Warnings: This is a very OOC fic, especially with Harry and Dumbledore, and is pro-Dark Lord. This fic contains slash! If you don\'t like male/male relationships, here\'s a hint: DON\'T READ IT! The flames will keep me nice and toasty warm, because, after all, I live in Alaska. We need all the heat we can get.

Thanks to my beta, Emmy.

Yes, this story is Draco/Lupus, but you have to wait. Draco has to break through to Lupus, and that won\'t be happening for a couple more chapters. This is a rather lazy chapter, since I couldn\'t come up with any really major things for the first day. Anywho. Here you go.

The next morning found Lupus and Draco in the Great Hall, Lupus drinking his tea calmly, completely ignoring the moans coming from beside him as he read his copy of the Daily Prophet. Draco, as Lupus had learned quite well, was definately not a morning person, and any lesser mortal would be annoyed to death by the blonde\'s whiny morning presence. Lupus, who had grown used to it, just waved his wand, not looking up from his paper, summoning up a plate filled with plump sausages, golden potatoes, and tomato flecked eyes, sitting it in front of his nocternal friend.

\"Eat. And for Merlin\'s sake, stop whining. You have dealt with this for the past five years, deal with it now.\" Lupus muttered, scowling at the front page story about the strange disappearence of the Boy-Who-Lived. Muttering curses under his breath, he reach for another cup of black tea.

It was rather early for breakfast, and they were a couple of the first people up, at Lupus\'s insistance. The teachers were all at the Head Table, some looking rather sick at the thought of teaching -- like Snape -- and others were simply overjoyed -- like Dumbledore and Flitwick. Students were now coming in in a steady stream of yawns and groans, as bleary-eyed students sat down at their designated tables and half-heartedly applied themselves to food. Blaise and Millicent were the first sixth year Slytherins to join Lupus and Draco, sickeningly awake, at least in Draco\'s opinion. Lupus couldn\'t care less.

\"Mornin\', Ghost. Have you gotten a schedule yet?\" Blaise asked, helping himself to a rather large helping of kippers and eggs. Lupus gazed coolly over the edge of his teacup for a moment before folding his paper and placing it in the newsboy style black leather bag at his side.

\"No, but Snape looks like he\'s about ready to do so,\" Lupus said, inclining his head toward the dour Potion\'s Professor, who currently was scowling at Dumbledore as he rose from his seat with a handful of parchments. Lupus frowned slightly, trying to hear the obviously biting words Snape was having with the Headmaster, but stopped when Dumbledore\'s eyes met his and the twinkle in those ancient eyes failed. Dumbledore gazed at him for a long moment then turned back to his Potions Professor and waved him off, taking his own leave of the Great Hall.

Damn bloody fool. Acting all sorrowful, trying to understand. But does he know that he is the one who pushed Harry into the ice? That he basically murdered his own saviour with his lies and his manipulations?He is the one who brought Me to life. A hated father, I suppose. Ironic how similar Tom and I are. Especially as we both hate the fathers who\'s seed spawned us.

A cool, silky voice interrupted Lupus\'s inner dialogue, as a sallow skinned hand was thrust in front of him, bearing two slips of parchment. \"Mr. Umbra, your schedule, if yleaslease.\" Looking up, Lupus found the impatient gaze of Professor Snape, as he took the parchments from his Head of House. \"Thank you, Mr. Umbra. Now Madam Pince has been informed of your permission slip to use the Restricted Section for your research, so just give her the second parchment as she does not recognize you yet. Good day.\" And with that, Professor Snape swept down the Slytherin table handing out schedules.

Pansy, Blaise, Vince, Millicent, and Greg all had looks of awe on their faces as they studied Lupus anew. \"Bloody hell, Ghost! An unlimited pass to thstristricted Section? What class are you taking that needs that?\" Millicent choked out for the group, as all the rest just nodded dumbly in agreement. Draco just made inwards on his eggs.

Rolling his eyes, Lupus set his schedule in front of them to look at as he nibbled delicately on a piece of toast. \"NEWT Level Potions, Charms, Herbology, Defence Ast tst the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration along with an Independant Study Class in Obsure Magics. Nothing much really.\" Lupus replied flippantly, ignoring their open mouthed looks as he let his eyes wander across the hall where Hermione and Ron sat rather dejectedly in a large group of mourning Gryffindors, lost without their hero to guide them. Draco, finally waking up, followed his cold gaze and smirked.

\"You know they are going to confront you, like the fool-hardy little Gryffindorks they are.\" Draco drawled out, leaning into Lupus\'s side, resting his head on the red-head\'s shouder. Lupus just turned an indulgent smirk on the blonde on his shoulder and gave him a light chuckle, this one touched by amusement.

\"I\'m expecting it.\"

\"What the bloody hell have you done with my friend, Umbra?\"

Lupus rolled his eyes as he felt the stones of the dungeon wall grind into his back. Sighing with frustration, and asking Merlin how the hell Harry ever put up with such idiotic fools, Lupus answered in a cool measured voice, sarcasm dripping from every word.

\"Must we resort to physical conflict? After all, it isn\'t as if we have been studying magic the the past five years, is it, Mr. Weasley?\" Lupus then flashed the hot-headed Gryffindor a playful smirk, inwardly groaning at the state his back was going to be in this evening. He would be sure to count every bruise and have Weasley make it up to him in measured bursts of pain.

Ron growled deep in his throat, and Hermione protested weakly behind him as Ron slammed Lupus back into the wall once more, pressing his face in close to curse at the petitethertherin. \"At least I\'m not prone to go bowing and scraping before a piece of filth like You-Know-Who, Umbra. I have morals unlike you slimy ass Slytherins. Now tell me what you have done with him! He was supposed to be back, but instead, we get you, the bloody Death Eater spy!\"

Lupus let off a short bark of laughter, and locked his ice blue eyes on Ron\'s plain blue ones, and with a cruel smirk muttered, \"You can\'t even bear to utter his name, you fucking coward. And you are supposed to be a Gryffindor. I guess that shows that you can\'t judge all the members of a house by it\'s stereotype, otherwise the whole school would be dead in it\'s sleep because of the Slytherins.\" Lupus tutted and shook his head at this, and Ron, screaming with rage, punched him hard in the stomach. Behind him, Draco, growled, held back by Seamus.

Collapsing from the fire that was in his bowels, Lupus\'s eyes went wild for a moment as they remained locked on the floor. For an instant his eyes glowed blue-green as the green behind his contacts fought to be seen. Ron backed up, waiting for Lupus to rise, his fists tight at his sides as he sneered down on the petite Slytherin, shrd byd by masses of silver streaked blood-red hair. \"Well, pansy boy, what do you have to say about that?\"

\"Ron --\" Hermione tried interrupting, but Lupus\'s cold words held her back.

\"Fuck you, little mudblood. I don\'t need your fucking support.\" Lupus said in a cold fury, abruptly standing straight and tall, his custom wand firmly in his grip, pointed between Ron\'s eyes, his intensely cold eyes, now back to their icy blue glory, sparking with anger and hatred. \"You think you are so brave,\" Lupus hissed, his attention fully on Ron, \"my little Gryffindor. But let me give you a clue. You would be wise to never touch me, nor come near me again, unless you wish to be on the wrong end of an Absolution Curse. And if it isn\'t an Absolution, believe me, I have plenty of other curses to back that one up. But for your little trick>whi>which was painful by the way, I leave you with this parting present. I hope you and Hermione enjoy it as much as I do. Infirmio.\"

Draco broke up laughing at the curse, as the powerful beam of sickly cream light hit Ron in the gut, throwing the red-head back, as Lupus brushed the wrinkles in his robes away. He then calmly and coolly walked down the hall, only stopping to throw a Petrificus Totalus at Seamus, releasing Draco, acting as if nothing had happened. Hermione watched after Draco and Lupus\'s backs before jumping to the aide of Ron, and gazing around frantically for a teacher.

\"An impotentcy curse?\" Draco said, his eyebrow raised. They were on their way to the library, Draco having his free period while Lupus had his Independant Study period at the moment. Lupus, smirked slightly as he rifled through the leather bag at his side, lifting out a slender black leather journal with dark copper fastenings. Throwing the book to Draco, he just shook his head in amusement.

\"Yes, I looked into Weasley\'s mind when he had me so lovingly trapped against the wall. He and the mudblood had been -- carrying on -- at points during the summer, and as I have this rather disgusted view on the Weasley\'s breeding habits, I thought to stem the flood before it begThe The diagrams and the spell-crafting is on page 15 of that journal.\" Draco roared with laughter at this, earning a sharp glare from Madam Pince as Lupus smirked and handed over his permission slip. Draco shoved the journal into his own bag, patting the fine leather with a satisfied smirk.

Madam Pince looked over Lupus with a sniff and unlocked the gate to the Restricted Section, glaring at Draco as he sat nearby. Lupus made his way slowly in, rubbing his abdomen, still feeling the pain from Ron\'s jab to his gut. Muttering to himself on various forms of torture, beginning with the slow murder of every one of his loved ones before the infantile Gryffindor\'s eyes, he pulled a list of books from his book bag, quickly scanning for prefurred reading material.

After a few moments of looking at the list, he looked up, annoyed by the clear lack of organization in the piles. It was almost as if the librarian had intentionally made the Restricted Section a disaster, so only she could find the books needed. Sighing, he began filtering through the books, hissing with impatience as he came up with nothing of vague interest. Lifting his finger to the air, he began tracing out elven words that collected once more into little orbs that raced through the books, scattering in all different directions. Lupus stood still waiting as three glowing books finally made their way to the table next to him.

Lupus smiled fondly at the orbs of Elven magic as they faded before him after his thanks. One of Lupus and Draco\'s studies that summer had consisted of learning about the lost art of Wood Elven magic, something that both Slytherins had access to with Wood Elves in both of their bloodlines. Even Draco\'s Unnaming could not strip him of that heritage.

Elven magic was wandless, an invoking of elemental spirits to do their master\'s bidding. Lupus\'s dream walking was a product of Elven magic. With the support of air and earth spiritupusupus could be solid in his visitations to Voldemort, much to the enjoyment of both parties. More than that, elven magic helped with the formation of new wizarding spells, such as the modifications Lupus and Draco had made on the cruciatus curse. The orb spell was a Elven spell that had no equivilant in Wizarding magic, and was a spell to find, and sometimes retrieve any magical object, spell books included.

\"Are you quite done yet, Ghost? I\'m getting bored out here, and scaring Hufflepuff first years is only entertaining for a minute or two!\"

Giving a snort of exasperation, Lupus gathered up his books and made his way out of the Restricted Section, weaving his way through the piles with a delicate grace that resembled the stalking grace of a predator.

Bloody impatient. He has to learn how to curb that. Even if it does give him a certain amount of charm.

Outside the gate was Draco, reclined in a library armchair, his feet up on a desk, looking every inch the bored aristocrat. He was lazily shaping elven words in the air, playing with their placement and then banishing the glowing words that hung in midair before starting up once more.

Lupus gazed at the titles before him as he placed the heavy tomes on the table next to Draco. Spinning a chair about, sitting with his arms across the back, lazily looking Draco over with an apprasing eye, he asked, \"What was your wand again?\"

\"Fourteen inches of rowan wood, ebony base, with inlay of oak. Core of powdered basilisk fang and dragon claws, with a lacing of pheonix tears. Ollivander seemed upset by the combination.\" Draco said, dragging his feet off the desk and leaning toward Lupus\'s finds, curious. Finding the book on ancient wand creation, his eyes widened, and he pointed at the book, only to have Lupus nod in response.

Lupus snorted. \"He was upset with you? You should have seen him when he learned what my combination was. Two things from ol\' Voldie himself, and then a shit load of very potent ingredients. He looked as if he was going to have a panic attack right in the store. But I\'m surprised -- basilisk fang is a highly deadly component of many modern day poisons. It is excellent for the dark arts because of the sheer venomous power the basilisk fang has. When added to powdered dragon\'s claws in a wand, the power is folded making for heavily concentrated and lethal spells.\"

Giving Draco another apprasing look, he rolled his eyes at Draco\'s flippant answer. \"Sounds lovely, Ghost, but we already knew that.\" Draco drawled, picking at his nails in boredom.

\"You\'re bloody hopeless, Kyre. I have no idea why I put up with you anyways.\"

Draco\'s eyes came up from his nails, even though his head was not raised, giving him an almost demonic appearance on a near-angelic face as he smiled. \"Ah, but my dear Ghost, you know you love me.\"

Diagon Alley was as it always was. Sickenly cheerful and bloody crowded with no space to breathe. Lupus could see the man at his side fighting the impulse to curse the shoppers right an left, and doing an excellent job of it -- so far. Smirking tolerantly, his hands clasped behind his back as he strode forward, unseen by many shoppers, boticoticed by the select few he \'played\' with, Lupus took delight in driving shoppers mad with his non-existance. Just a flash of him here and there, just enought to drive them nuts.

Lupus made a face of disgust and then smiled pleasantly at an older witch leading a couple of small children through the crowds. \"Why should I not? After all, you are looking like a peasent at the moment.\" He then snorted. \"I\'m not letting you shag me while you look like that.\"

\"I know. They\'re late.\"

A/N: *chuckles* It took me awhile to come up with this ending. I had a really bad case of writers block for a day or so there. I had to rewrite this chapter twice before it even came near to being decent. *rolls eyes* Anyways -- please please please, make an attempt to review! It makes me happy and more willing to write longer chappies! Mata ne!

ART CONTEST! I\'m looking for an excellent rendering of the character we all know and love, Lupus Umbra. Well actually, I\'m looking for cover artwork as well. But I can\'t draw worth shit. So I leave it up to you, my faithful readers, a contest. I will of course be judging, and chosing two pieces: one of Lupus Umbra and one cover art. The winner gets a chara as as one of the Ghost Lord\'s servants, and their artwork on the Yahoo! group at http:// groups.yahoo.com/ group/proditio/ and my personal webpage that will be up and running in a couple of weeks. May the best artist win! *bows and leaves the hall*

Lupusdragon *quirks eyebrow* Great one? *grins* Nothing wrong with questions. Ask away! Just know that some I can\'t answer.

Japhia Currently, if you look at the rating, the rating is R. I put that it will be NC-17 later on. When the rating shifts, believe me, you will know.

LINIS I know.... But I believe that if it can\'t be done graphically, it shouldn\'t be done at all. After all, there has to be a reason why the entire wizarding world fears to speak his name. I don\'t think a couple of crucios is going to do it, because if that was all they would fear to speak the words Death Eater. I see him as intolerantly cruel with a dash of arrogant cockiness, because, after all, he knows that he strikes fear into the hearts of men.

To all the review peoples *blushes* Thank you all for your lovely praise of me. You have no idea now much it is all appreciated!