Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com or babychan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 10/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. This is also the re-edited version.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever. .

A.N.: I would to thank everyone for their reviews for my fic. It means so very much. Thank you.


Spell Master


In another part of the school.

Draco was one of the last people to leave the Parliament. He was feeling pretty smug as he walked toward Dumbledore’s office and replayed the highlights of this meeting, in his minds-eye. It was because of his daydreaming that he was taken by surprise, when Odin ran over to him and wrapped his little arms around his waist.

“What the ...?!” Draco grit out as he tried to pry himself out of the little boy’s, inhumanly, strong grip. “What in the hell is wrong with you, Zeni? Let go of me!”

“We’re... (hiccup sob) being attacked by Gryffindors!”

“What?!” Draco looked down at the boy for conformation, and that’s when he noticed an extra arm growing out of the werecub’s back. “Which one did this to you?” His tone was angry. Deadly.

“I don’t know…(hiccup sob)... There were so many...hexes…(hiccup sob)... and so many people throwing them!...” Zeni sobbed and buried his face against the older teen’s chest. “I was so scared!”

“Never admit that again.” Draco unbraided in a deadly serious tone. “We’re Slytherin. We don’t get afraid, we get even.” He then noticed dozens of other disfigured students running toward them and toward the Prefects of their respected Houses and years. The blond quickly searched the crowd and noticed Granger talking to some distraught first and second years.

“Zeni, who started this row?”

“They did!” The little boy assured in a sob.

Draco nodded, “Just as I thought” then started walking toward the Great Hall.

“No! I don’t want to go back! And you shouldn‘t go there either!” Odin shrilled out fearfully and held a tighter grip on the Head Boy. “Don’t go!... They’ll hurt you too!”

Draco let out an exasperated sigh when he found himself unable to move. The little werewolf was strong as hell. He turned his gaze toward the Prefects Parliament and called for Pansy, who was just now coming out of the room with Blaise.

“Pansy dear.”

“Don’t you ‘Pansy dear’ me, Draco!” The blond beauty spat out. “Don’t think that because I gave you my vote, you are on my good side. I already told you that I wasn’t going to talk to you for at least a week!” She wasn’t stupid enough to say forever. Having a Malfoy for an ally wasn’t easy to come by. However, she was still furious with him.

Last night, they probably had the best sex, in her entire young life, and then, immediately after it was over, Draco had the fucking audacity to dump her. He told her that their relationship was fun while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end.

Fucking jerk.

Draco snarled at the girl. “If you don’t get your arse over here right now, I’m going to..”

“Alright!” She interrupted. “What do you want?”

Malfoy pried the little boy off of him, and flung Zeni to his ex. “I want you to baby-sit little Goodfaith.”

“WHAT?!!” Both, Pansy and Odin yelled in unison. They did *not* want to be around each other.

But Draco paid no mind to their protest. His focus was on Hermione and Ginerva, who were now running toward the Great Hall.

“Blaise, come on! We have to get there before the mudblood does, or she will say this mess is our Houses fault!” Draco knew that after this mornings meeting, Granger was itching to take away House points from Slytherin.

When the raven-haired boy watched Draco run down the hall, he almost had a heart attack. RUNNING?! God, that was so plebian! So muggle! So Gryffindor! No, Blaise Zabini was not and does not *run*. He’ll just meet up with Draco when he got there.

~~~~~~~~~

Draco had made it to the Great Hall just in time to see Granger get hit in the face with a spell that made her front teeth grow out like a beaver, and then another one that made her eyebrows grow until they connected. The sight made him laugh out loud, and the Slytherin couldn’t help but notice that her unibrow looked like a big, fat caterpillar.

Amused, he looked past her and at the happenings of the room. It was utter chaos, but he was proud to see that his House had the upper hand in things. It was always a source of pleasure too see the Lion House brought down a peg or two... Or a hundred. Regrettably, the time to revel in such a victory had passed, and now, he had to be the responsible Head Boy/teacher.

“What in the hell is going on here?” Draco said in an authoritative bellow, as he swept past Hermione, who was hiding her mouth with both her hands.

Alas, no one took note to him. It was either they didn’t see him, hear him, or they just didn’t care.

That’s not true.

Someone cared, though not in a good way. Before Draco could even pull out his wand, a fire hex was thrown at him.

And those were *forbidden!*

Well, at least in Hogwarts.

“Merlin’s beard, it’s coming right at us!”

Malfoy glanced toward his left and noticed that the Weasley girl was standing beside him. He then returned his full gaze toward the deadly fireball. He had one of two choices to make. He didn’t have enough time to move out of the way, but he could still save himself. Or... he could save the both of them.

Draco, being the true Slytherin that he was, he put up his Veelan protection shield and ...chose the latter.

Why?

Because wizards debts are a rare and valuable commodity. That‘s why!!

Duh!

A wizards debt from the right person could be more valuable than the rarest charmed jewel. *Everyone* wanted to be a keeper of a wizards debt because those things were favors that the indebtee couldn’t say no to. Whatever you wanted, they had to give and they couldn’t say no!

And there was no chance in hell Draco was going to pass up the chance to gain a wizards debt from a Weasley. She may not have anything that he wanted now, but who knew what the future held.

However, the fireball hex was more powerful than the Veelan prince anticipated, and he didn’t make his shield strong enough. However, being Veela, he knew that he would survive, if it hit him, but there was a good chance that Ginerva wouldn’t. With that in mind, he did the only thing that he could do.

He pushed her out of his shield and out of harms way, mere seconds before it broke through and hit him in the chest, knocking him to the floor.

“Bloody, fucking, hell!!!” The prince gasped out in pure agony. If Draco would have *known* how much *pain* being chivalrous was going to cause him before he did it, he would have concentrated on saving *himself,* and he would have let Ginny fend for herself. It wasn’t like he saved the girl because he *liked* her.

“Damn debt...” He mentally groaned. In his opinion, it wasn’t worth it. However, because of the pain he was now in, Draco was determined to *make* it worth it. Even if he had to demand her first child as compensation.

“Malfoy!!” Ginny cried out as she crawled over to him. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look ‘okay,’ you ignorant daft?!” The boy in question croaked out. He felt like he was dieing. But in spite of his dire pain, he still had the strength to painfully hit her hands away, when she tried to touch him.

“Malfoy, stop being a prat and let me help you!” She cried out as she patted the fire out of his robes. Robes that were still on his badly burned body.

“Owwwww!! Stop! STOP you stupid witch!” He cried as he tried to scoot away from her. Unfortunately, he didn’t get far. He was in too much pain. So instead, he hit her hand away. “Stop touching me, you imbecile! Only Loki knows what kind of mudblood diseases you’re giving me, just by touching me!”

“Stop being a daft, Malfoy!” Ginny’s spat out. “I’m not even a muggle born!”

“You consort with them!” Draco reminded, in disgust, as he hit her hands away again. “It’s just as bad!”

The girl rolled her eyes, then trained her distressed gaze on the chaos in the room. She needed help. Draco was seriously injured, and he needed help despite his protest. She looked for Hermione, but the Head Girl was now in the thick of the fight and trying to calm everyone down, and unfortunately, getting the hell hexed out of her in the process.

“Malfoy!”

Silver-slit eyes looked into worried emerald. Five of them actually. It seemed that not even the mighty Potter got out of this battle unscathed.

“Harry!” Ginny cried out when she noticed the raven-haired boy’s face.

“I’m okay.” He assured. “But Hermione needs help calming everyone down.”

She nodded, then looked at the injured boy on the floor. In awed disbelief, she professed. “He saved me, Harry.”

“I know. I saw.” Potter admitted as he smiled at the girl, in front of him. “I’ll take care of him.”

“The hell you will!” Draco spat out. Harry Potter was the last person he wanted help from.

Ginny rolled her eyes again. She then gave Harry a nod for good luck and quickly left to stop the battle.

Harry watched her leave before he returned his attention to Draco. “Are you okay?”

The blond rolled his silver eyes. “You Gryffindors are a stupid lot!” The Slytherin drawled, in a groan. “Do I *look* okay?!”

Harry stared at the nasty and puss filled third degree burns, on the boy’s chest, then quickly pointed his wand at him.

“Going to finish me off, Potter?” Draco groaned, while not making a move to protect himself.

“No.” The boy answered hurriedly as he looked around to make sure everyone was too preoccupied to try and follow. “I’m going to get you out of here. You have a lot of enemies in here, Malfoy, and they would love to get their retribution while you are too weak to defend yourself.”

“Too weak?!” He scoffed as he painfully sat up and started scooting himself out of the Great Hall. “I don’t want or need your help, Potter!”

“To bad. Wingardium Leviosa!”

It hurt to talk, and even more to move. That was why Draco didn’t protest when Harry created a stretcher and started to float him out of the Great Hall and down the corridor. That is, until he realized where they were going.

“No! Stop!” Draco moaned out after they were a good bit away from the madness.

“Just relax.” Harry sighed tiredly. “I‘m taking you to the infirmary.”

“No!” Draco bit out and rolled off the stretcher and onto the floor with a painful, and sickening, thud. Once he hit the floor, he just laid there. Every fiber of his being was screaming out in pain. He honestly felt like he was going to die. He honestly *wanted* to die, if that meant he was going to be able to get away from the pain that was consuming him.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Harry cried out as he helped the boy into a sitting position.

“Don’t touch me, Potty!” Draco shrilled, painfully, as he hit the other boys hands away. He really was afraid of getting muggle germs, now that he had an open wound.

Potter frowned at the prejudice prince in front of him. “Hurts doesn’t it?” He didn‘t wait for an answer before he dispassionately continued. “Serves you right for what you did to all of us in, the banquet last year!”

Draco rested his back against the cold stone wall and tried to ignore Potter. He knew that he was being goaded, but he wasn’t going to take the bait. He was in too much pain to think of a witty and scathing retort, at the moment. But more than that, he now knew that he *did* start that fire.

During the summer, his father summoned a fire pixie and asked her who called on them, on the night of the banquet. She had happily told them that it was the will of Equinox Child that evoked them into life. The Equinox Child wanted revenge, and he wanted them to do his bidding. At the time Draco felt venerated. If it was the Equinox brat who did it, then it wasn’t him. Case closed. But now... he knew that *he* was the culprit all along. Though, unfortunately for him, he still had no clue how he did it.

Nevertheless, now that Potter reminded him who he was, Draco knew that he didn’t have to deal with this injury any longer.

Ignoring the extreme, burning and throbbing pain, Draco raised his hand and delved inside his robe. He was looking for his wand. He needed his wand. Regrettably, when he retrieved it, he found out it was..

“Broken! It’s broken!”

His WAND was broken!!

The young prince felt like crying as he looked up, at the arched ceiling, and cursed fate. He didn’t understand why she was against him.

“Draco...” Harry tried to sooth, when the blond started to whimper. “Let me take you to the infirmary.”

“Why?” Draco moaned as he pushed the Gryffindor’s hand away from him. “So I can sit there for hours while Madame Pomfrey helps the idiots injured in the Great Hall? I don‘t think so, Potter.”

Angered by the snide way his offer was shot down, the raven-haired boy spat out. “So what are you going to do then? Just sit here and suffer!”

“No, Potter.” Draco drawled out painfully and looked at him through a half lidded gaze. “Accio Wand.” In a flash, Draco had Harry’s wand, he then pointed it at the shocked boy and whispered out. “Petrificus Totalus.”

“You bastard!” The raven-haired boy yelled with the fury of the seven hells.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Draco tutted. “That’s not a very nice thing to call someone who is going to show you a great secret. Anyway,.... I know who my father is, thankyouverymuch. ”

“Release me, Malfoy!” Harry demanded as he struggled to free himself from the body bind. “And give me back my wand!”

Through thick double lashes, Draco ignored the irate boy and stared at that said item. It wasn’t so much different from his, but the spells in Potter’s wand came out so easily. He was shocked to find no resistance, at all. Completely, unlike his. If he wasn’t in so much pain he would demand to know why? However, later he would. But for now...

Draco held the rose colored wood to his lips, closed his eyes and whispered. “Invocare”

Immediately, the air, which surrounded them, became heady with magical energy and swirled around the both of them.

Emerald eyes widened in alarm. “What are you doing, Malfoy?”

The boy in question opened his eyes, and Harry was taken back to see that they were no longer sliver. No, they were pure white and ablaze with power.

Without saying a word, Draco closed his eyes again and whispered against the wand. “Sarcire!”

“Don’t do this, Malfoy!” Harry warned when a prism of color started to swirl around them. He knew that Draco was trying to invoke a spell into life when he called out Invocare. Everyone knew about that spell and they knew never to cast it. Not even in jest, because it was deadly.

“Kailo” Was the third word the blond spoke; however, this time his whispered voice seemed to boom like thunder.

Harry shook his head regretfully. He had never seen a spell invoked before, but he knew that Draco was successful. Now, he feared that this was going to be the death of his long time rival.

“Sarcire Kailo Invocare!”

An explosion of prismatic power erupted around them, then dissolved into nothing.

Still unable to move, Harry whispered out fearfully. “Malfoy...are you okay?” For some reason, his heart was breaking at the thought of the other boy being dead.

The boy in question didn’t answer. He just laid there, against the wall, looking dead to the world.

“Oh God...Draco!” Potter screamed, hysterically. “Draco!! Wake up...Please don’t be dead!”

“I’m not dead, you imbecile!” Malfoy grimaced painfully. “I‘m thinking!!”

“Well excuse me for being worried!!” Harry grit out angrily, even though he was embarrassed by his raw show of emotion. “I thought you may have killed yourself!”

“Well that’s what you get for thinking, Potter!” Draco sneered in bitter anguish. Slowly, he brought his hand up over his badly burned chest to sooth it, but wisely stopped himself before he touched it. “Oooww, damn it hurts!” He turned his attention to the Harry’s wand and then his badly burned chest “What in the hell went wrong? That should have worked!”

“Are you asking *me*?” The raven-haired boy ask quizzically.

“Of course not!” The blond spat out, in a debilitated groan. “Idiot!”

“*I’m* the idiot?” Harry retorted indignantly. “I’m not the one who risked his life to invoke a spell that doesn’t work! You might as well invoked abracadabra for all what you did was worth!”

“Oh yeah right!” Draco seethed sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. “Like I would invocare abracadabra.”

At the exact moment the novice Spell Master said those words, his crystal-colored eyes turned pure white and another combustion of prismatic power erupted around them.

Not even a second later, Draco Malfoy could be heard screaming like a banshee. His voice resonated against the walls. And the octave he was screeching in, was so piercing the wall paintings had to cover their ears.

Harry watched in complete horror as Draco writhed around, on the ground, in complete anguish. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but also be amazed. For Draco’s spell worked. It actually worked! Draco’s chest began to heal itself; however, the process was not like the spells used by Madame Promfrey. No, hers made the wounds disappear as painlessly as possible. This spell, on the other hand, was pure torture. The whole healing process was sped up to last only a few seconds, but everything the body did to regenerate itself still happened. The wound didn’t disappear, it actually healed. Harry watched as the xanthochroid’s skin bubbled and pussed. He watched as it bled, rebuilt itself, and scabbed. Harry was certain that when the scabs fell off, there would be scaring and thick deformed skin. But amazingly, there wasn’t. It was perfect, soft ,pale skin.

“Merlin’s *beard* that hurt!” Draco cried out once the ordeal was over.

“It worked!” Harry whispered dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe it actually worked and Draco didn’t die in the process. Unfortunately, before he could comment anymore on it, the Potions Master could be heard bellowing.

“What did you do to him, Potter?”

Not being able to move his head, Harry shifted his gaze down the hall and toward the angry raven-haired man running, who was running toward them. “Nothing!”

“If you’re lying to me, and you hurt him, _you_ will_ regret it!” Severus growled dangerously.

“He didn’t do anything to me. I’m fine.” Draco croaked. “I’m fine...just get me out of here.”

Severus noticed the gaping and charred hole, in his son’s clothes. “What happened?” He asked worriedly as he knelt beside Draco.

Malfoy rubbed his now healed, yet tender chest. “I’ll tell you later.”

“But you are okay, right?” Ebony eyes were tender as he searched his dragon for any other injuries.

The blond nodded wearily.

“Can you walk?”

“If I can’t, will you carry me?” The question was a bit sarcastic and a bit hopeful.

“No.” Severus answered in a flat, stern voice.

“Fine. Then yes, I can walk.” The boy conceded and resignedly started to stand. “We need to get back to the..”

“Great Hall.” Snape interrupted “Yes, I know. I was there when I heard you yelling.”

“I wasn’t that loud.” Draco pouted.

“Yes,.. you were.” The older man informed briskly as he allowed the boy to lean on him, for support “Though, it was for the good. Your screeching stopped the whole row.”

“You know the Gryffindors started it, right?”

“I figured as much.” Snape admitted. “They’ve always been a bunch of trouble makers.”

When the two Slytherin’s started walking away, Harry called out “Hey! What about me?” He realized that the two had forgotten about him and that he was still bound by the Petrificus Totalus charm.

“What about you, Potter?” Draco drawled out without even turning around. Severus said nothing, but still didn’t bother to turn around either.

So they hadn’t forgotten, they just didn’t care.

“If you don’t release me, Malfoy!! I’ll make you... I’ll make you sorry!!” Harry growled as he fought against the magical binds. But when he noticed that neither man acknowledge him or his threat, he cried out “Hey don’t leave me here like this! I‘m totally vulnerable!!”

Snape and Malfoy continued to ignore the Gryffindor, but the spell was released anyway.

“Harry, are you alright?”

The boy turned around. “Lupin, thank God!”

The man ran over to him and helped him up. “Are you ok, Harry? I heard screaming!”

“It was Malfoy!” Harry admitted as he pointed down the hall to where the other boy walked off to.

“Malfoy?” Lupin looked around for the blond prince, then in the direction Harry was pointing. “Where is he? Is he okay?... Because it sounded like he was being tortured to death.” Remus gave the teen a frightful look. “You weren‘t torturing him were you? Please say you weren‘t.” After what Snape told them what Harry did to Draco in the tower, he wasn’t sure what his ‘nephew’ would do, to the Slytherin, if he got the chance.

“Of course I wasn‘t!“ The raven-haired boy frowned. He was insulted that his uncle even had to ask. “I may not like the prat but...I wouldn’t torture him!”

The older man breathed out in relief. He was glad because he knew that he couldn’t protect Harry from punishment, if that was the case. “Is he alright?”

“Yes! He’s okay.” The boy assured, a bit put out. He was still sore about Lupin’s doubt in his character. “He went to the Great Hall with Snape.”

“Then we should get going as well.”

Harry nodded in agreement. As they walked, he turned his gaze toward the man beside him “You’ll never guess what Malfoy did.”

“Then tell me?” The man urged as he glanced at the younger Gryffindor.

“He invoked a healing spell.” Harry breathed out in awe “A *self* healing spell. I couldn’t bloody believe it! I thought those things were impossible!”

“They are.” Lupin admitted, in flat confusion. He did not understand the dire importance of what Draco did. He mistakenly assumed that when Harry said the Slytherin invoked a spell, he thought Harry meant that Draco used a spell of old. “Are you sure he was even injured?...Because there are no self healing spells, Harry.”

“Oh yeah, he was injured alright” Harry assured “He was hit with a fireball hex!”

“A What?!” Lupin, almost, yelled. In complete shock, he stopped in his tracks “Who cast that?!”

Harry stopped as well and shrugged. “It could have been anyone.”

The older man shook his head sadly. What a big mess this all was. “How did all this start?“

“I’ll tell you later.” Harry promised right before he started walking through the grand double doors “But right now, I think we are needed here.”

Lupin’s gaze followed Harry’s departure as the boy delved deeper inside the room. It looked like the remnants of war. The bodies of injured children were lain about every. Some were unconscious, others were twisted in awkward positions, and most were spelled into deformity. The sight brought back a flood of bad memories. Memories of battles of past. Remus ran a tired hand over his face then called out to Potter. “Have your wand ready to expect anything.”

The boy nodded and blinked his five, emerald eyes and mumbled “Believe me I know,” before he remembered that “MALFOY still has my wand!!” He searched the ruined Hall and found the other boy at the far end. Harry immediately noticed that Draco, not only had his wand, but was *using* his wand to tend to injured Slytherin. And *only* Slytherin. From where he was standing, Harry observed Draco step over a badly injured Hufflepuff, and right *on* a muggle-born Gryffindor, to tend to a Slytherin who wasn’t really injured, in the first place.

That was when the raven-haired boy decided that it was time to retrieve his wand back. However, he was stopped by a firm grip on his shoulder.

“Harry.” Was the gentle whisper.

The boy spun around to be face to face with Dumbledore. The man gave him a warm smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, those blue orbs were heavy with a dejected knowingness.

“What’s wrong, sir?” Despite the chaos around them, Harry knew that the row between the Houses wasn’t that what distressed his mentor.

Albus turned his gaze to Malfoy, who was using a powerful and dim healing spell on one of his female housemates. Dim spells were not dark spells but not those of light –i.e. taught at Hogwarts– either They also took a powerful wizard to cast them correctly, which Draco was doing brilliantly. However, they were still illegal in the halls of Hogwarts.

“Harry, what happened in the hallway?”

The boy in question, followed Dumbledore’s gaze with his own, and admitted in a low tone. “Draco invoked a spell and…. lived.”

Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed out woefully. “That’s what I feared.” Then mentally continued. “Of all the wizard’s in the world that could have been chosen to be the Child of the Equinox, why did the Fates have to choose Draco Malfoy. The son of You-Know-Who’s right hand man.”


tbc.