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 1b/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L

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.: Please be gentle with your reviews. This is my first fanfic.




Spell Master

In another part of the castle, six teenagers were engaged in a magical experiment. An experiment that went horribly wrong.

“RUN!!” Screeched Millicent as she bolted out of her seat, ran across the room, and jumped on the couch. “Don’t let it touch you!” She yelled even louder as she scanned the room and flapped her hands in a terrified manner.

The other four, conscious, occupants at the table took immediate heed to her words. Each scampered out of their seat, in a mad flurry, and sprinted off in different directions. Only one, Vincent, who was the only person unconscious, had to be carried out by Gregory.

What were they running from? Tiffy, a little blue house elf.

The little elf shook her head as if she were trying to shake off a lethargic feeling, then looked to her left, and made eye contact with a terrified Blaise Zabini. With a smirk that rivaled Draco’s, she jumped off the table and took off after him.

“Why me?!!!“ Blaise screamed as he frenetically ran around the large oval study. With the elf hot on his tracks, the boy kept glancing back as he increased the pace of his frantic sprint. “HEEEELLLLLPPP!! It’s going to fucking touch me!!”

When the long-haired boy started running in Pansy’s direction, the blond-haired girl ungracefully started to scramble up one of the many bookcases. When he came closer to her, she started throwing books at both Blaise and the creature chasing him, as she screamed. “What the hell is wrong with you?!! Get away from me, Blaise!!”

“It’s after me!!” Zabini cried out, in tears, as he changed his direction away from the assault. “It’s going to do to me... what it did to Vinny!!” While in full sprint, the boy reached out and grabbed a priceless vase, knocking over the antique marble pedestal it was sitting on. He then glanced back and recklessly threw the vase at the little blue elf, after he realized that it was still chasing him.

Unfortunately, he missed.

When Blaise and Tiffy were far enough, and at a safe enough distance away from him, Draco stopped running and positioned himself between the archway of the glass double doorway. He was situated at the entrance of the study, which, in his opinion, was the ideal location just incase he needed to run to safety. Whilst standing there, he watched his best friend pick up priceless artifact, after priceless artifact, aim it at the elf, throw it, miss its target, and shatter the objects into a thousand pieces on the marble floor. In spite of this destruction, a bemused smirk tugged at the corners of Draco’s mouth.

Why?

It was the fact that during Blaise’s repeated attacks, the raven-haired boy was promising any and every god listening that if he evaded Tiffy‘s touch, and remained unharmed, he would never abuse another elf.

“This is all your fault, Draco!” Pansy yelled and glared from an awkward position on the bookshelf. When Draco’s smirk turned into a frown because of her words, she felt a small amount of satisfaction . However, she couldn’t enjoy it because, not even a second later, she had to shift her attention so that she could aim and throw a book at Blaise and at the blue elf when they ran past her again. “I‘m warning you, Blaise! Stay the fuck away from me!!” .

“How dare you blame this one me!!!” Draco spat out with indignation, as he ignored Blaise’s screams for help and the crash of another priceless vase. “I did everything correct! It not my fault that--” Draco’s discourse, on why this was not his fault, was interrupted when he noticed that the raven-haired boy was now running toward his direction.

“Heeeeellllp!! It’s right on my heels!!”

The platinum-haired boy took a quick look behind his friend and noticed that the little blue creature was indeed on Blaise’s heels. So with that in mind, Draco quickly ran into the hall, closed the double doors, pulled out his wand and preformed a locking charm.

All the occupants inside, minus the elf, let out terrified scream. Blaise being the loudest, because they were now locked inside with a very dangerous house elf.

“That was close!” Draco admitted as he took a deep breath to calm his racing heartbeat. The last thing he wanted was to be touched by that elf. After about a minute, Draco completely composed himself and steeled his gaze on the chaos inside the study.

Though he would never admit it to Pansy, the platinum-haired boy was pretty sure something did go wrong . But for the life of him, he could not discern where he made his error in his potion so... That meant there must have been a mistake in the spell. So in a way, Pansy, who was now running out of her literature ammunition, was right. This *was* his fault.

The youngest Malfoy continued to watch the pandemonium from the safety of the marble corridor, when the sound of a deep pleading voice caught his attention. Down the long, white marble hall, he observed Gregory repeatedly, and gently, slap a prone Vincent on the cheek as he tried to get the boy out if his stupor.

It wasn’t working,

And Draco had a sinking feeling that his long time friend, wasn’t in a trance. He also had *really* a bad feeling that the “Knowledge through Osmosis” spell/potion that *he* created, and tested on the blue elf, was the direct cause of his friends unresponsive disposition. Draco just wasn’t exactly sure * what* happened, so he tried to recall where his wording might have gone astray from the desired result. Unfortunately, a blood curdling scream from Blaise redirected Draco’s attention back into the, now, utterly destroyed room.

“It’s going to suck my brain out like it did Vincent’s!!”

Considering the situation, Draco refrained on commenting that Vincent barely had any brains to begin with, however; he did get the answer to his question, and an idea on how they might fix the problem.

“Get the hell away from me!!” Millicent screamed at the raven-haired boy, after he jumped on the expensive and ornately designed couch.

Tiffy stopped in front of the couch and stared at the two teens like a cat who caught the canary.

“Just kill it!!” Pansy screeched from in between one of the top shelves, of the book case. How she managed to squeeze her slender body into that extremely narrow space, was a thought beyond anyone at the moment.

“No! Don’t!” Draco yelled curtly from outside the room and behind the safety of the closed doors.

“Like hell I won’t!!” Blaise shrieked as he patted his robes in a panic frenzy. The boy reacted to Pansy’s words as if he had just remembered that he was a wizard and that he had a wand that could protect him. After a few long seconds, he had finally found his wand, in the folds of his robe, and pointed it at the little blue creature.

The youngest Malfoy’s crystal gray eyes widened and he commanded. “You can’t! It has Vincent’s memories! If you kill it then we can‘t give them back to him!”

“Tough Shit!” Millicent bit out as tried to hide herself behind Zabini, then yelled indignantly. “You’re only saying that because it’s not after you!” She lightly shoved her ‘boy shield’ and commanded. “Now use your wand to kill the little fucker, Blaise! Kill it!!”

“Don’t!” Draco commanded again from the safety of hallway as he elegantly reached out and touched the glass. But it was too late. The raven, hip length, haired boy said those two magical words of death, and a green mist settled around the little blue elf.

“Fuck!!!” Draco yelled and stomped his foot. “Now we are all going to get into trouble!!”

“Who cares!” Pansy fumed as she tried to pry herself from in between the shelves. “I’d rather be punished than brain dead!!” Then for good measure, she reached and grabbed a book and threw it at the little dead elf.

Millicent and Blaise nodded in agreement with her as they hugged each other for comfort. Neither one of them had ever been that afraid in their whole, entire, teenaged life. Not even when they went to their first Death Eater meeting.

“Well, Pansy dear.” Draco drawled bitterly as he used an unlocking charm on the door. “You are about to get your wish.”

It wasn‘t long before two angry, very angry, adults apperated into the study. When Lucius Malfoy looked around the destroyed room, the words “What the hell” were his internal thoughts, but only a lifetime of controlling his outward expression kept him from outwardly expressing his utter shock.

Snape stood in one place but turned slowly, in a circle, as he assessed the damage of his study. HIS study. Meaning HIS. After evaluating the damage, the gaze of the Potion Master’s ebony eyes then fell on the four teens in the room, in their various locations: Pansy, who was squished and stuck inside the book shelf, Blaise and Millicent who were fearfully standing on a very expensive couch, and Draco who was standing statuesque in the doorway, and looking like he was about to run for it.

Snape scowled dangerously. He was also once again regretting that he relented to his stepson’s request to have his friends over. The Potions Master growled, and the gaze he gave them, told all of them that he was about two seconds from ripping them a new one.

“What in the hell happened in here?” Severus asked in a sadistic whisper as he glared at Draco. “And where are the other two?”

Draco felt like ice trickled down his spine, and he mentally pouted. ‘Why am I always the one who gets the blame?!’ However, in the far recesses of his mind, Draco knew he hadn’t been blamed yet and that he was barely ever chastised for his actions. But right now, Draco wasn’t acknowledging that truth, only this self proclaimed injustice.

Draco looked away from the angry expectant glare of the two adults and took a good look at the destroyed study.

“Shit!”

He was in trouble, and he knew it.

“I’m waiting, Mr. Malfoy.”

‘Double Shit!’ Draco mentally fumed and glowered at his friends. In his opinion, this was all their fault! The young Malfoy knew that his stepfather, but Godfather for appearance sake, was royally pissed since he was now talking to him as if they were on school grounds. He looked back at the destroy room, then reluctantly at Snape and pondered how. ... HOW he was going to explain this mess *without* incriminating himself!

If he was at home it wouldn’t have been a big deal. Unfortunately, he wasn’t at home. He was at the Snape castle. The potion master’s family home, Draco thought absently, wasn’t nearly as big as the Malfoy Manor, but it still rivaled most pureblood homes. But that was beside the point, Draco mentally chided and got back on task. It really was a shame that they weren’t at his home, because then his father would have never found out about this incident. The Malfoy Manor was heavily guarded with wards that averted the detection of magic use. Snape’s castle held many of the same wards, but it only hid the detection to those who were *outside* of the castle. Inside, however, there were charms that alerted him when certain types of magic was being used in his home. And much to the boy’s distress, that was how and why his two fathers arrived in such a timely manner.

Knowing that his dallying was irking both his father and his “Godfather,” the pale haired boy swallowed hard and reluctantly began his explanation. But he decided to start with the lesser evil.

“Well...umm...Vincent and Gregory are out in the corridor.”

Lucius walked past his son to see what the two boys were doing. Immediately, Lucius knew something was wrong when he noticed Vincent lying on the floor, with his eyes open, but dead to the world, and Gregory trying to wake the boy up. The man turned his attention back to his son and grit out “What happened.... this time?”

Draco paled and looked back into the study and at his friends for help. Being the Slytherin they were, their non verbal actions clearly told Draco that he was on his own. The boy’s gaze then fell on Snape, and the man scowled. So the boy quickly redirected his attention back to his father and tried to explain. “Well ....you see... we uh... and...I mean...”

Lucius glared at his inarticulate son and snarled. He didn’t appreciate that his son was babbling incoherently. He expected that behavior of the other children, but for Draco to do it was unacceptable. He was a *Malfoy* for crying out loud!

But what Lucius didn’t know was that Draco wasn’t so much worried about the damage done to the room. The boy knew that whatever was destroyed, could be easily fixed with a repro spell, minus the elf, of course. Draco was more worried about his father’s reaction to his confession. Lucius hated being lied to and he could always tell when someone was trying to pull one over on him. So lying was not an option. However, the reason Draco did not want to tell the truth for what he did was because he did something that all little wizards and witches were forbidden to do. And even though he wasn’t a little wizard any more, it was still something that he had been explicably prohibited to even attempt. And now... he wished that for once, he was obedient. For Draconis Diabolis Malfoy wrote... a spell.

Now, spell writing wasn’t illegal, persay, but by all accounts, it was forbidden. It was forbidden because it was extremely dangerous, and usually resulted in one’s life energy being stolen and the person ending up DEAD. The reason the life energy was sapped away from the spell writer was because for a spell to work, it had to become a *living word.*

It is common knowledge that incantations of the right words were powerful stuff. What is not known are the many lives that were sacrificed for those perfectly phrased words –those spells– to work. No matter how old, powerful, or skilled a person was in the art of magic, to ignite a spell into a living word, usually meant a death sentence to all who accomplished the task.

Reluctantly excepting that there was no way to get out from telling the truth, the young Malfoy steeled his shoulders, raised his chin a bit, and kept his eyes trained on his “Godfather.” Even though the gaze the professor was giving him could probably kill, it was still the lesser evil between the two men. His dad was going to be FURIOUS once he found out what he did.

“Well...” The boy started in a smooth tenor and arrogant drawl. “We were studying... As you and father suggested.” He added to show them what a good and obedient child he was. “When Gregory, in one of his rare moments of brilliance suggested, after he woke up, that is...” He nervously reached under the sleeve cuff of his pale-blue designer robe and scratched his wrist before he continued and tried not to ramble. “He suggested that ‘wouldn’t it be lovely if we could just lay our heads on our school books and the knowledge would leak into our head’.... So... we all agreed that his idea had merit...and...so....we all decided to look to see if a spell like that actually existed. ”

Snape and Lucius glanced at all the books scattered all over the floor. Then Snape scowled as he noticed the carelessness on how they were strewn about. Books that were older than the Malfoy name were torn in half at that seems.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” The elder Malfoy asked interestedly. If they did. he was going to use the spell as well.

Draco swallowed, noticeably, and stepped back and into the hall. “W-well....not exactly.” In a passing thought he wondered if he would make it if he tried to make a bolt for it.

“Well, *what* exactly?” Lucius growled and narrowed his piercing gray eyes. His patients was wearing thin. He was already pissed that they interrupted him and Severus.

Snape growled as he scanned the room again. This time he noticed the dead elf on the floor in front of the couch. The Potions Master’s eyes widened angrily. Tiffy, the elf on the floor, was a more than an elf in his opinion, it was a friend. A friend he had since he was a child of two. He walked over and gently picked up the little thing and turned angrily to face his Godson once again. “You better have a damn good explanation for killing one of *my* elves, Draco!”

“I didn’t kill it!” The accused boy spat out and pointed. “Blaise did!! I told him not to!”

“It was trying to suck out my brains!!” The other accused boy whimpered after the Professor steeled a murderous gaze upon him.

Millicent and Blaise were still standing on the couch, for they were too petrified by the two men to move from their position.

“Severus!” Lucius said curtly. “It was only a damn elf. We have more important matters to concern ourselves with. ”

Snape bit back his retort that it wasn’t ‘only a damn elf’ and that it was *his* damn elf. So instead, he just scowled at the children, making them all recoil in fear.

The elder Malfoy returned his attention back to his son. “So you *did* find the spell?” He really wanted to know. He really wanted to cast it upon himself. Learning through osmosis would make his life a hell of a lot easier.

“Well...” Draco winced and squeaked out. “Sort of...”

It wasn’t *exactly* a lie.

“I don’t see *how* you found a spell of *that sort* in *these* books.” Severus gestured to the mess as he gave the boy a skeptical expression. “There were no spells of that sort in this collection... or in any collection that I own.”

“Shit!” Draco whispered to himself as he stiffened in fear. He had hoped that maybe he could lie and say he found it, in one of those books, then claim that he couldn’t distinguish which one it was because they were now all mixed up.

Lucius looked at his long time friend as dread started building up in his stomach. He hoped that Snape was wrong. “Are you sure?”

“Very.” Severus answered curtly. He shared the elder Malfoy’s apprehension, but he was sure that Draco wouldn’t do something so *stupid.* Also, he was still pissed about his elf’s death.

Lucius slowly turned his gaze back to his son. He. Was. Furious. For he knew exactly what his son did, but he still asked, with false calm because he wanted to hear the truth from Draco’s mouth. “If you used a spell that was *not* in *these* books, nor was it something any of you knew before hand...Where did you get the spell, Draconis?”

Draco paled even more than what should be physically possible for him. His father had just used his birth given name and in the “ you know I’m going to kill you, right?” voice. The boy’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. It sort of looked like he was mimicking a fish. It wasn’t until an ‘x’ shaped vain started pulsing on his father’s right temple did Draco find his voice. It was a small voice...barely above a whisper when he finally confessed.

“I... wrote the spell, father...”

Most parents would be proud that their child could write a spell and survive. The keyword here is *most.* Lucius Damion Malfoy did not fall into that category. Lucius never wanted his son to even attempt the feat. For he knew that he would die if he lost another child. The elder Malfoy glared at his son in dumbstruck fury. Snape’s eyes rolled back and he started massaging his temple with his middle finger. He felt like he was going to be sick. Neither one of the men could believe that Draco just did that. The boy knew the risks. He knew what it would do to the both of them, and to his mother, if he would have had is life force taken.

The fair-haired man looked at his seventeen year old son, whose birthday was just last week, and frowned “Do you know what you could have done?”

Draco winced but didn’t answer.

“Do you know what you could have done, Draconis?” Lucius asked again, but this time in a menacing whisper.

In the back of the room, Pansy finally pulled herself out of the shelf, fumbled around her lavish aqua robe and pulled out her wand and a pouch filled with floo powder. She was going to get the hell out of there. In all the years she had known Draco, and after all the wrong doings they did together, never once did the boy ever get in trouble. So for him to not only get in trouble but in public too....No, this was not a place she wanted to be. She made a quick dash for the unlit fireplace.

“And where do you think *you’re* going?” Snape turned and asked once he noticed the orange glow of a magically lit fire.”

“Uh....” Her eyes darted around the room before she looked at the man and answered sheepishly. “I...think...I think I heard my mother...calling me...?” She then gave him her best innocent smile. “So I was going home to see what she wanted.”

“Yeah... I think I hear my mum calling me too!” Blaise called out fearfully as he jumped off the couch and ran toward the fireplace. Millicent followed the boy closely.

“I don’t think so.” Snape whispered sinisterly. He was pissed. These little brats allowed Draco to risk his life for a fucking spell! He knew that Lucius was going to punish Draco, so these kids were going to be punished by him.

In the background Lucius could be heard yelling.

“You could have been killed!”

“But I wasn‘t.” Draco answered back in a forced optimistic tone.

The boy’s perceived flippant attitude just angered his father, and Lucius roared. “YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, DRACO!!!” When Draco stepped back , the elder stepped forward and continued his tirade “Does your life mean so little to you that you would throw it away on a fucking intelligence potion?!!!! How could you do this to your mother and me?!! How could you risk your life on something so STUPID!!! What in the hell was going on in your head, Draco?!!”

Draco‘s eyes became as wide as saucers when he started noticing his father eyes become snake-like slits and his skin change from its soft, flawless texture and alabaster color and turn into deep hunter green and covered with tiny reptilian scales. “Father...”

“Shut up!!” The man hissed, clearly showing his impressive fangs. “I’m not going to let you talk your way out of this, Draconis!

The boy squeaked. It was very rare that his dad got mad enough to turn True Veela Fury in public. And it never happened in Draco’s presence. Well, not in anger, anyway.

The three teens in the room were scared stiff. Even Snape looked a little worried. He had never seen Lucius this mad a Draco.

Besides the fact that Veelas were blond, beautiful and sexy, the wizidering world knew very little about the mysterious creatures. Most didn’t know that in their true form they looked like angels, but when truly angered they turned into demons.

“Draco!” Lucius yelled, not noticing that his hair now fell around his shoulders and past his waist. “Are you even listening to me?”

The boy nodded dumbly as he kept a fearful gaze trained on his, now, reptilian father. His father didn’t look like a snake or a lizard or like Voldemort, thank God. It was more like a man trapped in reptilian skin, with snake-slit eyes, cobra like fangs, large hulky muscles and extremely long hair.

“I’m s-s-sorry, Father.” The boy stuttered out.

“Not. Good enough!” He growled and grabbed his son’s wrist and jerked him forward.

Draco pinched his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out when his father’s talon-like nails pierced through his delicate skin.

Unfortunately for Draco, his father didn’t notice his discomfort, for again, he tugged his son closer before he turned toward his long time friend. “Sev, I trust you can take care of ...” Lucius narrowed his sliver-slit eyes and barred his teeth, at the children, as he hissed. “Them.”

The three teens, in the room, gave each other a look that screamed “What does he mean by ‘take care of’?”

They hoped it didn’t mean what they thought it meant.

With a flick of the wrist, the professor had his wand in his hand, and gave a malicious smirk as his answer.

The three teens were now completely terrified. Draco, however, was more concerned with his own punishment to care about his friends.

Lucius nodded in approval of Severus’s non verbal answer and was about to apperate when the potions master stopped him.

“Lucius, before you go.... I just wanted to know if Narcissa was at the Manor?”

The reptilian man glared at his ex. Severus knew very well that Narcissa was there. Then it dawned on him. NARCISSA WAS THERE!! Now he understood why Severus asked such a stupid question. It was to make him remember that he couldn’t bring Draco home right now. He was too angry and that would only worry his wife.

Ever since the death of Vanity, Narcissa was very gentle in spirit and mind. The smallest amount of stress could push her into a depression again. That was why she mostly stayed in the palace, and the only time she came to the wizarding world was for special occasions. This time she came to take Draco shopping before she took him to the King’s Cross Station on the morrow.

Lucius looked at his son. In his opinion, Draco didn’t deserve to be lavished with gifts today. “Go to your room.” He hissed.

The boy quickly and silently nodded then apperated into his room at the Snape castle. He was more than happy to get away from his dad at the moment.

As for the rest of the teens, Snape allowed all of them, except Vincent to go home. His fear over came his anger and now he was too worried about Draco to deal with them at the moment. However, he did promise them that they were in for a crude punishment once they returned to school.

Once everyone had left, Severus called on one of the High Mages and Lucius quickly called one of the best Wizarding Shamans. Both wanted to make sure Draco was alright.

Almost instantly the Shaman arrived. His name was Naboo. He was from a wizarding community in the heart of Africa. However, he did not look like the shamans in muggle movies , he actually wore a muggle white lab coat over a tee shirt and khaki shorts.

“You called Mr. Malfoy?”

Lucius was now back to his normal human appearance and nodded as he told the man to follow him to Draco’s room. Severus waited in the parlor of apperation for the High Mage.

When the two men reached Draco’s room and opened the boy’s door, they found Draco laying on the bed, on his stomach, pouting. However, when the flaxen-haired teen noticed Dr. Naboo, he stood straight up and tried to brush the wrinkles out of his robes.

“Hello sir!” The young scion chimed good naturedly. “It’s good to see you again.”

The doctor nodded. “Yes, seeing that I only saw you last week to give your physical.”

“Ah yes.” Draco drawled then asked brightly. “How is Iman?” The young blond ignored the roll of his father’s eyes.

Iman was a pureblood, cinnamon skinned, 7th year, Ravenclaw that Draco was obsessed with last year.

“Married, Young Malfoy.” The doctor answered tiredly. “She’s still married. And happily I might add.”

“Pity.” The boy commented darkly.

The man gave a faint shake of the head. The boy was completely smitten with his daughter, but he knew it was only because she denied him in the offer to be his lover. Instead, she offered him her unwavering friendship, as she stayed loyal to her husband. Surprisingly, instead of being angered, Draco was impressed with her fidelity to a marriage that was arranged, and the two became not only close friends, but also great allies as it related to their shared view on muggles. Growing up in Africa, Iman saw the viciousness of muggle injustice and prejudices. She didn’t trust them. She didn’t trust a species of people that could enslave each other simply on the bases of someone‘s skin color. But even through their friendship, Draco pined over her. She was the one who got away ,and the blond heir was not used to not getting what he wanted.

“So how are you feeling, Draco?” Naboo asked with a clinical curiosity.

“Fine.” The boy answered quickly.

The doctor quirked a brow. “You’re not tired or feeling weak?”

“No, actually, I feel better than I have in ages.”

The dark skinned man glanced at Lucius in confusion. He was told of the circumstances of his visit and by all means, Draco should be feeling weaker after writing a spell, not stronger. He looked back at the teen and noticed the deep cuts on his wrist.

“What happened here?” He asked as he gently reached for the boy’s wrist.

Without shifting his gaze to this father Draco lied. “Oh that... I did it myself. I like the way it feels...the pain, I mean.”

Lucius gave his son a look that screamed. “You hurt yourself for fun?...WHAT in the hell is wrong with you!!” He wasn’t aware that it was he, who put the gashes on his son’s wrist and that Draco was trying to save him from incrimination.

The doctor gave Draco a look that said. “I’m so glad this masochist is not dating my daughter.”

“Do you want me to heal this?” Naboo asked curiously. He wasn’t sure since the scion said he liked the feel of it.

The boy shrugged. “If you want too.”

Dr. Naboo was about to heal the wounds when an ominous voice stopped him.

“So Young Malfoy....you finally go caught.”

Draco’s gaze shifted from the doctor, to the grand double doorway of his bedroom. There stood a large figure, in a black cloak. He couldn’t see the man’s face because it was hidden behind an oversized hood, but Draco didn’t need to see the man; he knew who it was. The boy had met him when he was seven, when he was initiated into the secret society.

This figure was the High Mage.

The cloaked personage walked into the room. Everyone present couldn’t help notice that the man moved like smoke. Elegant, and mysterious.

“What... are you talking about?” Lucius asked as he followed the man into the massive bedroom. Severus followed closely behind as well. “He’s never done this before.”

“You didn’t now?” The cool voice chuckled darkly. “This is not the first time he’s written a spell...It’s just that this is the first time he’s gotten *caught.*” He was now standing right in front of the petrified prince when he asked. “Isn’t that right, your Highness?”

“WHAT?!!!” Lucius and Severus yelled furiously at the same time!

Draco’s eyes flickered toward his father’s. If he wasn’t in trouble before, he knew that he was in deep shit now.

Dr. Naboo just looked at the boy in total awe. He understood why Draco was now stronger. The dark skinned man spoke in a venerated whisper. “You mean...that he.... that he’s the Child of the Equinox?”

Draco quirked a brow. What in the hell was Naboo talking about? Child of the what? He then looked at his fathers for explanation, but they were looking back at him in awe as well.

Snape blinked a couple of times then started, dumbfounded. “But...Dumbledore said that... Harry Potter was---”

“Yes...” The Mage interrupted darkly. “I can see where the old man made that mistake.” He then said no more on that subject. He shifted his veiled focus on the shaman and with a wave of his wrist, he oblivated Dr. Naboo’s memory of this conversation. Then with another flick of the wrist, the doctor vanished. The cloaked man explained his actions to Lucius and Severus. “It’s not for him to know what Draco is.”

The two men nodded numbly in agreement. The news of their son was NOT expected. But the Mage was right. The least amount of people who knew about Draco, the safer the boy was.

Draco apprehensively looked around the room and asked curiously. “And what am I?”

The cloaked man smoothly turned his hooded head, in the young heir’s direction. “Why, Draco my boy.... I would have thought you of all people would have figured this out...by now?”

Perfect blond brows furrowed. “Figured what out?”

The Mage answered with smile that was not seen but defiantly felt by all, in the room. “That you are the next Spell Master...”


tbc

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Sorry, I had to split up chapter one. I guess it was too long because the last 4 or so pages kept getting cut off. I’m not sure how long its been like that. When I posted it I am sure it was all there. Sorry for the inconvenience.

~hugs~
babychan