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 14/?

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 love to send out a special thanks to everyone who reviews. Love ya! So very much

Spell Master


“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Harry breathed out as he tilted his head back and brought his mouth closer to Draco‘s.

“Oh indeed I do, Potter...” Draco purred as he leaned down a bit and brought his face and mouth closer to the raven-haired teen’s. “Indeed I do.”

“Wedgel!”

The two boys, who were about to engage in their first kiss, now found themselves completely soaked in ice cold water.

Five emerald eyes and one pair of silver-slit eyes narrowed dangerously as they glowered at the offender. Both teens were furious at the interruption.

“You two need to cool down!” Remus yelled from across the lawn.

He was hovering in the air with the use of Dumbledore’s broomstick. It was a model so slow, and so old, it didn’t even have a name. Actually, now that Lupin thought about it, he was surprised that the old relic could still fly. When he had agreed to fly the thing, he wasn’t thinking about any of the real and possible dangers that could come to harm him, like falling to his death when he jumped out of the tower window. Maybe it was the Gryffindor in him. Because the only thing he was thinking about, at the time, was stopping the two boys from doing something they would *both* regret later.

However, the reason he stayed at a distance from the two horny toads was because he could already smell the lust radiating off the both of him. And the aphrodisiac pheromones of a Veela was not something he needed to deal with, so close to it being a full moon.

“What in the seven hells is wrong with you, Lupin?!” Draco seethed as he shot to a stance. “You could have fucking drowned me!”

Not *us,* mind you. *Me*. The young prince was worried only about *himself*.

Normally, Lupin would punish a student for such foul behavior, but this time, he chose not to.

Why? Two reasons. 1) he knew that Draco, in this lust induced state could not help himself from lashing out; and 2) it wouldn’t bode well with Dumbledore’s plan, if he punished the same boy who they were trying to coax onto their side.

So amber eyes ignored the irate blond and trained themselves on the now ashamed and soaked raven-haired boy, still sitting on the ground. “What are you *doing,* Harry?” The disappointment in Lupin’s voice was clearly evident.

“What the hell does it *look* like we were doing? We were about to have *sex* before you fucking interrupted us!” Draco snapped as he wrung the frigid water out of his robe.

It only took half a second before his brain processed what his mouth just said, and slowly and fearfully, Draco turned and stared at his almost-lover. He almost had SEX with POTTER!! That realization was like being drenched with another cold water spell.

“I almost...I...almost...” Harry choked out as he stared wide-eyed at the petrified looking xanthochroid, in front of him. He then screamed. “I was going to have *sex* with Malfoy!!” The Gryffindor quickly picked up his wand, scrambled to his feet, and ran away and toward his uncle.

Draco, on the other hand, looked faint. He always felt that his Veela lust was a bother, but now he felt like it was a curse because it almost made him have sex with Harry *Potter!* Horrified at that thought, the young prince spun on his heels and made a mad dash toward an entrance closest to the dungeons.

“Lets go, Harry.” Remus whispered sadly to the boy who was no longer consumed by lust but with disgust.

“I was going to have sex with Malfoy.” Harry rambled over and over again. The statement was quickly becoming a mantra. In spite of this, what distressed the Gryffindor most, was that Harry wasn’t sure if his disappointed reared from him almost having sex with Malfoy or not being able to, due to Lupin’s interruption.

The raven-haired teen was so preoccupied by his own thoughts, he didn’t even realize that they were heading toward the Slytherin dungeons as well.

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When Draco reached the dungeons, his haven, he finally stopped running. He leaned against one of the stone walls, slid down into a sitting position, rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in between crossed arms. He was so ashamed. How in Merlin’s name could he have even considered taking Potter as a lover? He was just glad that Remus stopped them, because if he would have actually went through with it... then he would have had to kill himself.

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In another part of the dungeons

“Remus?” Harry asked quizzically. “Why are we down here?”

The older Gryffindor gave the teen an apologetic look. “You trust Dumbledore right, Harry?”

“Of course I do.” He answered without hesitation.

“Then remember that once you hear what I have to tell you.” Lupin sighed.

Personally, the werewolf didn’t agree with the Headmaster’s plan. He didn’t like the fact that they were breaking a promise and going against James’s wishes. He, like his old friend, wanted Harry to be able to pick out his own spouse and not be drawn to Draco because of the marriage pact. Moreover, Lupin didn’t like *using* Harry as a pawn to win Draco over to their side.

Remus glanced at Harry, who was looking at him trustingly. He felt that he didn’t deserve that trust. Not after what he was going to do. The DADA professor was just glad that James’s and Lucius’s grandfathers only bonded them through a marriage pack and not a love spell.

The latter wouldn’t be fair to either boy.

Not that the former was fair either.

However, before Lupin could share with Harry at least ‘part’ of Dumbledore’s plan, they ran into Draco.

Literally.

Well at least Harry did.

“Oh for crying out loud!!” Draco screamed as he pushed the Gryffindor off of him.

Mentally, Lupin couldn’t help but recall Dumbledore’s statement of the boys being like a moth to a flame, for it seemed that the two could not avoid each other, even when they wanted too.

Draco quickly stood up and angrily brushed himself off. “Potter, I know I asked you this before, but are you stalking me?! Because if you are, you are fucking horrible at it!”

“You would know!” Harry retorted nastily as he got up as well.

Crystal eyes bore into jade “Why are you down here, Potter?”

Harry’s gaze shifted to Lupin, and for the first time Malfoy noticed that the DADA professor was in the dungeons as well.

“Well?” Draco demanded. “Why is he down here?”

“Malfoy?” Lupin began as calmly as he could. When it was this close to a full moon, it was really hard for him to look at the young Malfoy heir without a burning hatred. No, it wasn’t hate he felt, it was jealousy. Jealousy because with every year, Draco looked more like Lucius. And in Lupin’s opinion, Lucius was the one who stole Severus from him.

It was no secret to Remus that Lucius always loved Severus. As it was no secret to Lucius that Remus was in love with Severus as well. However, being more interested in potions than dating, the young Snape did not know that he held the hearts of two boys in his graceful hands. So the Gryffindor and the Slytherin were rivals ,who were always in a secret yet constant competition for the oblivious Snape’s affections.

Remus knew that fighting for Snape was a loosing battle, but he couldn’t help himself from trying. And as long as the two Slytherin’s weren’t dating, Lupin felt like he still had a chance. Unfortunately, Lucius always kept Severus close to him. The two boys were practically inseparable. That was why Lupin had to engage in desperate measures. The young werewolf was never any good in potions, but in his fourth year, he purposely let his grades drop. Remus knew that his raven-haired crush was the best in the school as it related to that subject. So right before he flunked out of potions, Remus wrote his mother and begged her to convince Severus’s mother to make him tutor him. Luckily, the two women were still friends despite their son’s rivalry. In the end, and after much refusal on Snape’s part, Lupin got his wish *and* his tutor. It was heaven, and the joy of getting time alone to just be around Snape radiated off of him.

Unfortunately, that joy was not to last.

A few months later, Sirius showed a romantic interest in him. Remus valued Black’s friendship, but he wasn’t interested in his friend like that. Sadly, Remus also knew that Sirius didn’t take rejection well, and reveling his secret that he was a werewolf was not beneath him. It was no secret within Hogwarts that Black could be even more vindictive than any Slytherin. So Remus did the only thing he could do; he accepted Sirius’s advances even though his heart belonged to Severus.

Lucius was furious when he found out Severus was going to be tutoring him. Because the Veela *knew* the werewolf’s game. He knew that Remus was going to use that time to try and wedge himself in between his and Severus‘s budding relationship. Which Remus was going to. Lupin was almost successful too, even though he was dating Sirius. He had almost convinced Snape to give him a chance. But all his efforts turned out to be for naught after Black pulled that deadly prank and revealed his secret. After that prank, Severus hated him, and Lucius *made sure* that Severus never forgave that transgression.

And to this day, Severus never did.

The professor left those depressing thoughts and finished answering Malfoy‘s question. “The reason Harry is here... is none of your concern.” However, the tone he used was colder than he intended.

“We’ll just see about that!” The young Malfoy drawled right before he turned and walked down the dark corridor, toward Snape’s living quarters. When he arrived there, he was surprised to find Dumbledore standing in the hall and talking to his freshly showered Daa.

The Headmaster heard Malfoy’s angry footsteps and turned his attention to the boy. “Ah yes... Young Malfoy, so good of you to join us at this late hour!”

Severus turned his gaze to his son and asked in alarm. “Why are you wet?”

The blond shook his head and waved off the question. “Professor Snape, I’ve come to inform you that...”

“Ah..” Dumbledore interrupted as he looked past the Head Boy. “Yes yes.. Professor Lupin and Mr. Potter ..right on time... Yes, right on time. I was just telling Professor Snape of the new arrangement.”

“What knew arrangement?” Both Harry and Draco asked at the same time.

Albus shifted an innocent yet confused gaze back and forth between the both of them. “Oh...are you telling me that you do not know? No, I suppose you don’t...” He pulled a satchel out of his pocket and offered it to Harry. “You may want a lemon drop before I tell you. They are very good. I assure you.”

Cautiously, Harry took one out, but didn’t eat it. Dumbledore then offered some to Draco, who looked at the bag suspiciously before he flat out refused.

“Yes...well....” Albus said as he put the bag of candy back into his pocket. But before he could explain to them what was going on, McGonagall was heard wailing that Longbottom was missing.

“What was that?” Albus asked in alarm.

“Neville is missing!” She repeated frightfully. “I went to retrieve him, as you asked, and he was not in his room! I fear something may have happened to him!” She bit on her fingernails in distress. “I pray we don’t have a repeat of what happened last year!”

“My word...This *is* distressing news!” Albus gave a worried nod and looked around nervously. “I’ll call on the other professors and we’ll start a search party, right away.”

“Uh....that...won’t be necessary.” Harry timidly informed.

“And why is that, Potter?” Snape asked snidely, but his tone was cold, only to hide his worry. “Do you know where Longbottom is?”

Harry looked away from the Potions Master and glanced at the Headmaster, the Deputy Headmaster, and the DADA Professor. All four of them was staring expectantly for an answer. Reluctantly, the raven-haired boy nodded and admitted in a whisper. “He’s in the Slytherin dorms.” He really hoped that he didn’t get Neville in trouble. He didn’t mean to break his promise, but he knew that if he allowed the all teachers to form a search party, at this late hour just to find him, then Neville really would have been in trouble.

“How do you know this, Harry?” Minerva questioned with obvious relief.

Harry‘s gaze fell on the four adults again; he swallowed hard and admitted. “I took him there...”

“And I am presuming that you did this with your invisibility cloak.” Draco added just to make sure the Gryffindor got in trouble. “Rules mean absolutely nothing to you. Do they, Potter?”

“It’s not like that!” Harry grit out. “Neville didn’t feel safe in Gryffindor after the row! And I don‘t blame him!...We... we fought *against* our House!”

“So I guess that makes it alright then, hmm?” Malfoy cut in.

Harry tried to ignore Draco as he looked to the Headmaster for understanding.

Albus gave the raven-haired boy a warm smile and nodded knowingly. “Is that why you were out this evening?”

Harry let out a relieved breath and nodded. “I just didn’t feel comfortable going back there.”

Dumbledore gave Potter an empathetic nod, and Draco looked at Snape as if he had just been served a great injustice.

Severus just shook his head and mouthed silently for his son to just ‘let it go because it wasn’t worth it.’ Potter would never get in trouble for breaking the rules as far as Dumbledore was concerned.

Professor McGonagall however, didn’t look as forgiving as her fellow Gryffindor. And if Albus hadn’t already excused the boy’s behavior, she would have given him detention.

Remus wasn’t even listening to his nephew‘s confession. His whole concentration was focused on Severus *and* Severus’s *scent*. Even though Snape was freshly showered, the werewolf could smell Lucius and the sent of sex all over him! Instead, of making him aroused, the faint Veelan smell filled him with a jealous rage, which started consuming his insides.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and gave a queer look at the DADA Professor when he started to growl.

Draco subtly backed away from the man until he was safely beside his Daa. Because of the way Lupin always glared at him, the boy didn’t trust the brown-haired man not to try and attack him.

“Is there something wrong with you, Lupin?” Snape sneered as he stepped protectively in front of his son. He had noticed the way Remus looked at Draco too, when the werewolf thought no one was looking.

The cold way in which Severus spoke to him, snapped Lupin out of his jealous rage and back into reality. Amber eyes focused on three worried Gryffindors and two furious Slytherin.

“I...I have to go!” He choked out with disparaging embarrassment.

Remus was so ashamed. So very ashamed. How could he have done that! He gave the people in front of him one last embarrassed glance, then quickly spun on his heels and briskly walked away. He could bare their scrutiny no longer.

“Lupin!” Harry called out and tried to follow, but Dumbledore stopped him by gently grabbing his shoulder.

“He’s okay, Harry...” The old man assured. “He just needs to work some things out.” The Headmaster watched Remus disappear around the corner and shook his head sadly.

Lupin was the other person who was truly hurt in the way he handled things with Black and Snape. Perhaps... if he would have been fair that night, he and Severus could have resolved things long ago.

Draco frowned as he watched the DADA professor flee. Now he understood why his mother was so against Lupin returning. It was because the man still harbored those feelings of love toward his Daa. And like his parents, Draco was outraged at this knowledge.

Luckily for the whole Malfoy family, they had nothing to worry about.

“Albus, I said it before and I’ll said it again, Lupin is unstable! He doesn’t need to be around the students!”

The Potion Master wasn’t being spiteful. He was voicing his concern. If it wasn’t for him, Lupin would have mistakenly killed Potter, Granger and Weasley in their third year. And in his opinion, hiring the werewolf wasn’t worth the risk.

Of course, Dumbledore didn’t see it that way.

“He’ll be fine.” The Headmaster assured as he put a comforting arm around Harry’s shoulders. “He’ll be fine.

McGonagall did not comment, but she shared some of Severus’s concerns as well.

“Now... back to what I was saying about your new arrangement!” Dumbledore said jovially as he gave Harry’s shoulders a squeeze.

Harry looked into the older wizards twinkling blue eyes just as the man started leading him toward the Slytherin dorms.

“Albus.” McGonagall called out. When the man gave her his attention, she yawned out “It’s late, I think I will retire if you no longer need my services.”

“No.. Since we know where Mr. Longbottom is...I believe we are fine.” He smiled and gave her a child like wave goodbye. “Sweet dreams, Minerva!”

She gave him a respectful nod and left to go back to the towers.

“Draco.” Snape whispered in his son’s ear. “I need to speak with you privately.”

“In a minute.” The blond brushed off as he started to follow the two remaining Gryffindors. “I want to know where they think they are going.”

“Draconis! In my quarters, now!”

The blond stopped in his tracks and turned to look at his stepfather. The no nonsense look on the man’s face made the boy obey without any further hesitation.

A few minutes later, when Dumbledore and Harry were down the hall and almost at the Slytherin portcullis, they heard the sound of glass smashing against stone walls and Malfoy screaming and yelling in a strange (Veelan) language.

The Headmaster chuckled softly to himself. “He’s taking it better than I thought he would.”

“Taking what better than you thought?” The raven-haired boy asked quizzically. Even in low tones, he heard the old man clearly.

“You being resorted into Slytherin, of course.” Albus informed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry stared at the man, in stunned silence, for a good two minutes before he shrilled. “NOOOO!!!” and jerked Dumbledore’s arm off his shoulder. “I won’t do it!”

“Harry” The Headmaster soothed. “Try took look at this positively...”

“*What* could be *positive* about me being resorted into *Slytherin*?!!” The boy yelled as he angrily backed away.

The Headmaster reached out to the boy. “Harry... try to understand.”

“No!” The boy spat out heatedly, as he pushed the man‘s hands away. “I’m a Gryffindor!! I’m the bloody heir of Gryffindor! I can’t be a Slytherin! I *can‘t*!”

“Harry” The old wizard said, to the highly distraught boy, in his most calming tone. “That’s just it... You were never supposed to be in Gryffindor in the first place.”

“That’s not true!” The boy cried out as he furiously shook his head no.

“It is Harry... I’ve spoken with the Sorting Hat...He told me what you did...How you begged him to place you in Gryffindor.”

However, it was *years* ago when Dumbledore had this conversation. The Sorting Hat actually called on him, because it regretted its decision in allowing Potter to choose his own House. Because the House the boy chose, as noble as it was, was not the *right* House for him. Gryffindor wouldn’t allow Harry to grow into the greatness he was supposed to achieve. On the other hand, Albus was completely pleased with the sorting results. Pleased because it was he who set the whole thing up. Even before Harry Potter got his first acceptance letter, the Headmaster had contrived a plan to ensure that the Boy-Who-Lived was sorted into Gryffindor.

The plan was simple, yet complicated, and it took many people to pull it off. Even Harry’s first meeting with Ron was planned, by Dumbledore, though neither boy knew this.

Nor will they ever know.

The plan was to make sure that every *first* positive wizarding experience Harry had was given to him by, or with, a Gryffindor. Then to top it off, Dumbledore allowed people to influence Harry’s perception of certain Houses. Especially Slytherin. The wizards and witches who had first contact with Potter were Gyffindors. And all of these Gryffindors had a personal, yet secret, grudge against the people of Slytherin, and they were not shy about voicing their displeasures, and their prejudices, against the House of the Snake.

Dumbledore knew they would do this. He counted on it, because he was purposely allowing Harry to believe the absolute *worst* about Slytherin. This way, when the inevitable pull of the marriage bond drew Draco and Harry together, Harry would fight it with everything that was in him.

That was the true reason Harry refused the young prince’s invitation of friendship. It wasn’t because Draco insulted Ron. It was Ron who first insulted Draco when he snickered at the boy’s name. No, the real reason was the impression of Slytherin that the Headmaster made sure Harry had. He made Harry distrust the prince; even though the boy meant no harm to him whatsoever. Also, it was the fear of being a considered evil, which was the real reason why Potter fought so hard from being sorted into Slytherin. Everyone who was being nice to him, or was willing to be his friend, said that Slytherin was evil and filled to the brim with dark wizards. They openly admitted that they hated the members of that House. So Harry feared that if he was sorted into Slytherin, they would hate him too. And he couldn’t have that, because these were the first real friends he ever had. These were the first people who acted like they cared about him. And he didn’t want to let them down.

The whole plan was pulled off brilliantly.

With Harry in Gryffindor, Dumbledore could shape the boy into exactly what he wanted. And that was important because at the time, Dumbledore believed Harry to be the Child of the Equinox.

Unfortunately, for the Gryffindor Headmaster, he was wrong.

For it was the boy, who was the Prince of the House he taught Harry to hate, who was the true Spell Master, and the child he needed to win this war.

“Harry, I know that you are upset...but you know I am right, don‘t you?” The Headmaster soothed. “You belong in Slytherin.”

Potter looked away from the man, his mentor. He wanted to deny the truth, but he couldn’t.

“Harry...It will be better for you here.”

Potter interrupted. “How can you say that?!” He shook his head as tears welled in his eyes. “How can you say that it will be better for me here.. In *Slytherin*?”

“You’ll just have to trust that I know what’s best.” Albus whispered, reassuringly, as he gave the raven-haired boy a comforting hug.

“Please don’t do this..” Potter whimpered. “Please...If I‘m in Slytherin...then that means... there is something wrong with me.... That means I‘m evil!”

The white-haired man pulled back and looked into five red rimmed eyes. “That’s not true, Harry.... Slytherin does not mean evil. It’s the choices that many of these students make, who give this great House its bad name.”

Harry was shocked to hear these words coming from his mentor because if he had known before that the Headmaster felt this way, he wouldn’t have felt tortured for so many years, with the knowledge that he was supposed to be sorted in here.

“If it makes you feel better...” Dumbledore continued. “I’ll tell you a secret.” He leaned in and whispered. “You’re not the first Heir of Gryffindor who was sorted into Slytherin.”

“What?!” Harry was dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

Blue eyes twinkled with warm amusement. “You’re great grandfather Musagets Gryffindor, he was a Slytherin as well.”

“I...I never knew ...” The boy admitted amazed.

Albus smiled. “Well, now you do. And Harry, believe it or not...Slytherin will be good for you.”

“But what about Voldemort?” Harry asked warily. “Everyone knows that all Slytherin are death eaters.”

“Was your great grandfather a death eater?”

“I don’t... know..” Potter answered honestly. “Was he? This is the first I’ve ever heard of him.”

Albus sighed regretfully. He regretted that he purposely kept the boy in the dark about his family lineage. “No, Harry. I assure you, he wasn’t.”

“Well that’s good to know!” Harry breathed out in relief. He was also relieved at that fact that he wasn’t the only Gryffindor Heir sorted into Slytherin. He just wished that the Headmaster would have told him sooner, because then he wouldn’t have felt like there was something wrong with him, all these years. He wouldn’t have had to deal with that nagging fear that he was truly evil inside like all Slytherins were said to be.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Harry?” The Headmaster asked knowingly.

Potter chewed on his bottom lip, then asked. “How come you’ve never told me this before?”

“You know, my boy...That is a very good question.” The Headmaster began, in that disarming, bumbling and fool like way of his.

It was an act. An act of enigmatic stupidity that he had perfected over the years, for the sole purpose of keeping people from asking too many questions.

“And it has a very good answer... A simple one too.” Albus continued. He gave the boy a warm smile as he took off his crescent shaped glasses and cleaned them with his robe.

Harry waited for about a minute before he quirked a brow and finally asked. “Which is?”

“You never asked, my boy... You never asked.” Dumbledore answered jovially as he put his glasses back on and headed for the dorms. “Now let us get you settled.”


tbc
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