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 19b/?

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. Also with the OotP now being out, this like so many other fics has turned into an AU. ^___~ but not too much. Thank goodness. So their will be OotP spoilers.

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 like to thank everyone for their reviews for my fic. It means so very much. Thank you. ^______~


Spell Master

Narcissa gave her husband an intense open mouthed kiss as Severus caressed the soft skin on the lower portion of her back. Libidinously, the Potions Master ran his fingers up until he reached the base of her wings. A smirk tugged on the corner of his lips when her wings fluffed and spread out on their own accord. This happened because he was now fondling one of her most sensitive G-spots. The base of a Veela’s wings–the juncture where the skin and the feathers met– was highly erogenous, and Severus loved to exploit it at every opportunity.

When she moaned into the kiss and grinded her hips against his, it was all the encouragement Severus needed to put a little more pressure on that spot, thus making Narcissa practically yell out her pleasure.

It was for this reason the two lovers failed to see when the center of the room warped and pulled in on itself. And because they were so enamored by lust and so focused on each other, they also failed to witness the portkey open, Lucius’s appearance, and his unceremonious fall onto the floor.

Luckily for the blond man, they *did* hear the sickening thud of his impact. Though it was just barely.

By the time Narcissa turned around Lucius had already went into some type of violent seizure. The princess didn’t even try to hold back her scream of fright as she tore herself away from her second husband and ran toward her first.

Severus rushed out of his seat as well, and ran toward the fallen warlock. Quickly, and awkwardly, he held him down. He needed to keep Lucius from hurting himself any further. Almost immediately he noticed that his husband was choking, so he fought against the inhuman strength of Lucius’s thrashings and placed his hand in Lucius’s mouth, to keep him from swallowing and choking on his tongue. Unfortunately, for Severus, that meant Lucius’s teeth and *fangs* would clamped down on his hand as well.

“Nar..cissa!” The Potion Master growled out painfully as he wrestled to contain the injured man beneath him. “Get the potions... from the cabinet.... before it’s too late!”

The Veela princess hesitated only a second before she spread her impressive wings, pushed up, and flew toward the left side of the massive office. Only when she arrived at her destination did she realize, in sheer panic, that, “I don’t have my wand with me! I left it at the palace!”

Severus groaned in frustration as he reluctantly released his hold on Lucius and dug into his robes for his.

Actually, it wasn’t *his* wand. His spoilt little dragon had *his* wand. The wand he carried now had belonged to his late father. It was only 7 inches, and it was jet black, just like the deceased man’s heart. Severus had, at first, contemplated on letting Draco use this one, then thought better on it. It was too dangerous. There were too many cruel and dark spells burned into his father’s wand and some of those horrid spells were used so often that if Draco merely thought them, the wand would react and cast them. That was one of the reasons his mother refused to turn it into the Ministry, after the man died. It was too shameful.

Severus pointed the corrupted wand toward the far left wall and murmured a spell. The bookcase disappeared and what was revealed was a medical closet that would make Pomfrey jealous. And because he made most of the healing creams, tonics, and potions himself, the Potions Master knew exactly which one to grab.

“The purple phial, Narcissa!” He yelled as he once again struggled to hold his lover down “No! Not that one. Yes! That one!... And please hurry!”

The princess grabbed the cylinder tube and quickly flew back to him just as Severus successfully pried Lucius’s mouth open.

“Quickly now, pour the liquid into his mouth!”

Again, she complied. Inwardly though, she cried as she watched her husband choke on the slimly, green, and vile smelling liquid they were forcing down his throat. Afterwards, there was nothing either of them could do except watch and pray for the best. But whether or not the gods would hear their prayers was a question that would be answered in a matter of time.

Painstakingly slow, Lucius’s jerky movements were reduced to mere erratic twitches. His breathing became regular and his fangs receded, but his eyes had yet to open and that wasn’t a good sign.

“Lucius...” Severus called softly as he worriedly leaned over the man. “Luc... can you hear me?”

Narcissa sat on her knees and on the other side of him. She couldn’t do anything but stare at the two of them.

Severus was about to call his lovers name again but was interrupted by a painful groan of...

“I’m going to kill that fucker... if it is the last thing I do....”

Both Severus and Narcissa let out a relieved breath. If Lucius felt good enough to threaten his “Lord” then they knew he was going to be okay. The potion they gave him counteracted the harmful side effects of the Cruiatus Curse and Cruiatus like curses. But there was a catch; the victim only had a small window of opportunity for the potion to be effective. Most never lasted long enough after they endured the torture of the Dark Lord or some of his minions. They usually ended up crazy, comatose, or dead. Lucius, on the other hand, had not only an extremely high tolerance for pain but a mentality that wouldn’t allow himself to give in to insanity. He was extremely unique. Or lucky. Severus wasn’t exactly sure anymore. He only feared the day when they were too late to save their hot tempered husband.

The Potions Master looked over at Narcissa, who was now showering Lucius’s face with relieved kisses. He was tempted to do the same thing but quickly squashed that desire after he noticed Lucius’s robes. At first sight, the black outer garment could be mistaken as a Death Eater garb, but Severus knew better. Angrily, he stood up, stomped over to the medicine cabinet and retrieved the other articles needed to fully heal his Idiot Veela.

After Severus returned with the dozen or so remedies needed, to successfully heal Lucius, he fell to his knees and yelled, “I can’t believe you would do something so STUPID!!”

Alarmed and confused, Narcissa looked up and at Severus, “What are you talking about, darling?” She watched her raven-haired husband furiously rip the cork off a bottle, which held a red liquid. “What did he do this time?”

If Lucius wasn’t in so much pain, he would have given his wife the “stink eye” for that comment.

“This!” Severus growled as he put his hand over Lucius’s chest and fisted a handful of the black robe. “It’s a *Shin* robe not a Death Eaters!” Then –with unnecessary roughness– he grabbed Lucius’s jaw, pinched it open, and forced the red liquid down the injured man’s throat.

“H-h-hot!...” Was all the fallen Malfoy could croak out. Whatever it was that Severus gave him, it felt like liquid fire.

Unsympathetic crystal-blue eyes widened in alarm, then narrowed in anger right before Narcissa raised her hand and hit her injured husband, hard. And repetitively.

“Ow!!” Lucius choked out in a raspy whisper, due to the pain of his injuries and almost being drowned in fire, by Severus. Nonetheless, the agony created by her attack seemed to painfully vibrate all of his shattered bones. “Ow...stop... please..” He begged, and Lucius never begged for anything.

Unfortunately for the blond man, she didn’t stop, and an unsympathetic Severus accompanied Narcissa’s assault by shoving another phial to his lips, forcing him to drink another putrid concoction.

Lucius had to force himself not to throw the foul tonic back up.

All the while, Narcissa continued beating her anger out against his chest. “Why did you attack him again?” She demanded to know, in an angry shrill. “You know that it will only make it harder for us!....For *Draco*!”

Severus nodded sharply, in agreement, then angrily forced a slimy slug-like creature into his husband’s mouth.

“I had to... He found out about...YeeeeUCK!!!” Lucius gagged as he grabbed his neck. “Severus, what in the seven hells did you just put into my mouth?!” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to puke it up or continue swallowing it down, just to get the taste off of his tongue. It was disgusting! In the end, he decided to swallow, for it felt like it was trying to crawl its way back up.

“Stop trying to change the subject!” The princess hissed, accompanied with another hard, close-handed, slap on his broken chest.

After its impact, Lucius curled, pathetically, into a fetal position and squeaked out. “Fuck..” He couldn’t be sure –because the pain of all his other injures– but after that last hit, it felt like a piece of his broken rib punctured his lung. When she hit him again, Lucius decided that he had enough of the domestic abuse and screamed at the top of his injured lungs.

“Ooooouch! Stop! Dammit! Stop hitting me!! Can’t you see that I am practically dieing here?!”

At that, Severus grabbed her hand and stopped Narcissa’s next blow. Thus making his angelic looking wife give him a very demonic glare.

“Severus, unhand me!”

The raven-haired man shook his head no and kept his resolve to intervene for Lucius‘s sake. “Narcissa, it’s defeats the purpose of me healing him, if you’re just going to cause him more injuries before I‘m even done.”

“Finally!” Lucius painfully huffed out as he uncurled himself. “A voice of reason.”

“At least allow me to mend his wounds first...” Severus continued as he glanced down at their injured husband and narrowed his eyes “Then by all means... punch away.”

“What?!” Lucius spat out indignantly, then laboriously forced himself into a sitting position. If this was how he was going to be treated, well, he wasn’t going to lie there and take it!

However his efforts to leave were in vain because Severus just shoved him back down and forced him to drink another nasty brew. A brew Lucius was sure he could have done without. In his opinion, the only thing it served to do was make him queasy.

“Severus...” The blond man questioned suspiciously. “Are you certain that these potions can be mixed together... so *soon* after each other?” Severus answered him with a snort and another foul concoction, and Lucius was really beginning to think that the cure was worse than the disease.

Nonetheless, if his spouses were unsympathetic to his plight, it was because they both knew that if Lucius could yell, –and loudly at that– he was getting better not worse. And as for his claims of dying. Please. They prevented that with the first potion. In Severus’s and Narcissa’s opinion, Lucius was such a drama queen sometimes.

“We’re waiting, Lucius.” The Potions Master reminded darkly. “Why did you risk everything by attacking the Dark Lord? Again.”

It took a few minutes –mostly because he was allowing his body to get healed by his husband’s disgusting medicinal potions– but the blond haired man finally choked out his answer. “Voldemort... knows...”

Severus paled at the name, though Narcissa was mostly unaffected. She was too angry to be affected by her fear, and she cut in impatiently. “He knows about what, Lucius?!”

Lucius looked at his wife’s hard eyes, then painfully shifted his head and gazed toward Severus’s more patient ones. “He.. knows...about.... Vanity.”

Severus and Narcissa felt like the floor was taken from under them, and they were now falling into a Hell-bound abyss. This was not good. Not good at all.

After a few tensely, silent minutes, the raven-haired man finally asked. “How?”

“I don’t... know.” Lucius admitted, ashamed. In all honesty, he didn’t. They left no stone unturned, no person un-obliviated who had met her or known of her. They even uncharmed almost all of the paintings and objects in their homes because they feared that one of them might confess of Vanity’s existence. Then to top it off, they even had a fidelius charm over her tomb.

In a daze and in one, fluidly, elegant motion, Narcissa slowly got to her feet. Severus looked up at her and watched her walk toward one of the many, large, floor-to-ceiling windows. In her stress, the Veela princess’s long white-blond hair fanned out and started floating ethereally around her shoulders and head. With her floating hair and her slow and waiflike movements, it almost looked like she was underwater.

She ended up on the north side of the office. She was looking toward the secret location where their baby girl was having her eternal rest. *Should* be having...if that evil bastard didn’t already have her. With Voldemort, one never knew.

“Does he have her?” It was Severus who asked the question. Though his voice clearly expressed that he was terrified of the answer.

Lucius forced himself to sit up. “I don’t.... think so.” The confession grabbed both of his distraught spouses attention.

“How can you be sure?” Narcissa implored, already in tears.

He looked offended. “I‘m the secret keeper!” He harked back. “I‘d rather die before I let him have her!”

“I know Luc..” Severus sighed out solemnly. “But...he could have read your mind. He could have found out about her that way.”

Lucius fervently shook his head no. Voldemort was powerful but not so powerful that he could get into someone’s head without them knowing it. Unfortunately, like Severus, Narcissa didn’t agree and started to sob openly. Lucius summoned all of his energy, and ignored his injures, as he stood up and walked over to his wife and embraced her. “Narcissa... please don’t cry.” He pleaded tenderly. He couldn’t bare to see her cry. “He doesn’t have her.”

“How can you be sure, Lucius?” Severus repeated the question, but his fear was quickly turning into rage. Rage toward Voldemort and everything in life, in general.

The man addressed looked at his other spouse. It wasn’t that Lucius forgot about Severus in favor of Narcissa. No, he loved them both equally. And he knew how they both dealt with life’s drama. Lucius had know Severus since the man was eleven, and he knew that his lover dealt with his sorrows *alone* and in his own way. And unlike their wife, Severus didn’t like to be placated or comforted. He had *never* liked it. If Lucius even tried, he would either get rejected –very rudely, at that– or hexed.

The blond man took a deep breath, which was now –thanks to the potions– free of fluid and punctures in his lungs, and answered “The Dark Lord knows that I had a daughter who... passed...” He couldn’t bare to say died. “But he thinks that she is of my seed. And because of that misconception, I know that he hasn’t seen her yet.”

Severus absently stared at the floor, cradled his injured hand, and solemnly shook his head. Even with his husband’s assurances this was not good. Voldemort was a sadist who got great pleasure torturing people. It didn’t matter if those people were alive or dead. However, the deformed man wasn’t a master in summoning souls, but his pet, Pettigrew, was.

Even before the Dark Lord’s return, his minions knew that not even in death were they free of him. Free from his servitude, yes, but not from his torture. The Dark Lord and Pettigrew often summoned the souls of their fallen comrades, and publicly tortured them at Death Eater meetings, then exorcised them as a warning to the others not to fail in their missions.

It was an effective incentive because everyone knew that if their soul was exorcised, then it was destroyed, for all eternity. It was a fate worst than hell.

However to do this type of exorcism, Voldemort would have to have the body. Yet even that was no deterrent because the bastard had no qualms about robbing their families graveyards to retrieve them. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst part about this fate was that the Dark Lord didn’t stop this type of torture with his minions. No, he also used the bodies and souls of their loved ones, to force absolute obedience. This was the sole reason why they went to such lengths to hide Vanity’s existence. Her death was hard enough to bare, they couldn’t chance her soul being destroyed, as well.

A thick aura of melancholy permeated the grand office, and so lost in their own woes, the three occupants inside didn’t notice when the ornately carved doors, to Lucius’s office, opened.

In the doorway and adorned in all his regal glory, stood the youngest Prince of the Veelan 7th House.

Well actually, that wasn’t true.

Veelas were born to a nation that was seductive by nature, and the garment the young prince wore was barely accepted as appropriate in the Royal Court. What Draco had on was what was considered “chic” to all the Royal youths. Unfortunately, it drove all of the Royal adults *crazy.*

Why?

Because the adults –in the Palace– felt that their rebellious children wore *too many clothes.*

Draco wore a white Veelan-silk, mock turtleneck type shirt, with long billowing sleeves that reached down to the tips of his fingers. On top of that shirt, he wore a vest-like tunic, which reached down to his knees but split at the waist into a front and back flaps. This vest was also white but was elaborately and richly embroidered with sliver thread. Both the shirt and the vest had concealed openings, on the back, which allowed him to comfortably sport his wings, if he willed to do so. Which he now did. Draco also wore white, long Veelan-silk pants that tapered at the ankles, and on his feet he wore white scandals. Usually, the young prince wore more exotic colors, but today he was in a rush and white-on-white would have to do. However in spite of being monochromatic, his choice of colors made the young demon wizard look *very* angelic.

Most people–besides Veelas, of course– would think his dress was more than acceptable, but, in truth, the only thing his mother would deem truly appropriate was the purple sash, which bound around his waist. Purple was a color only the royal Veelas born of the Seventh House could wear, and by including it in ones wardrobe, it visually set them apart and above all of the other Houses.

Slowly, Draco walked into the massive office and took in the somber surroundings. Almost immediately, he noticed the rune cast on his father’s desk, the open medicine cabinet, in the midst of the book case. –a cabinet that he had no idea was there in the first place, mind you– He then noticed the dozen or so potions on the floor and beside his Daa. Speaking of his Daa, the raven-haired man looked lost in his thoughts and like he was on the verge of crying as he cradled his injured and bloodied hand. The young prince’s gaze followed the droplets of dark red blood, only to find out that its trail led to a pool of sliver blood on the floor. Quickly, his eyes trained on his other two parents. His mother, he noticed, appeared to be without injury, but she was trying to choke back her sobs as she wiped away her tears. His father...Shite.... His father, who was still trying to comfort his mother, looked the *worse* for wear. The usually impeccable Lucius Malfoy had an odd combination of colorful mixtures –accompanied with his own and his Daa’s blood– dripping out of his mouth and down his chin, but more so, his father looked like he got the shite beat out of him.

So of course Draco responded with....

“If this is some type of new sex game... I don’t want to know.”

A response worthy of his hair color, but, in truth, sometimes...Draco just *didn’t* want to know. He had his own problems to deal with, right now. Moreover, this was not the first time he has chosen to defuse a bad situation –that he just so happened to, and unfortunately, walk in on– with a dimwitted response. But in his opinion, it beat hearing bad news, or for things to get even more “awkward” or having to hear their lies and excuses, when, in truth, he really *didn’t* care in the first place.

After Draco’s comment, everyone quickly collected themselves the best they could. Severus quickly put a healing salve on his hand. Narcissa went to sit, demurely, on the chase on the other side of the room, and Lucius got rid of his Shin robe, took out his wand and performed a cleaning charm on himself.

The elder Malfoy was actually glad that he had on his Shin robe and not a Death Eaters. Draco would have truly understood what was going on, and the boy had no idea how cruel the Dark Lord *really was* to his minions. So far, he and his spouses were lucky, and they were able to shield that truth from Draco all these years. All three parents hoped that Draco never would have to know that truth.

“Draconis,” Lucius said as he forced himself to stand up straight and appear to be without injury. He frowned a little when he noticed his son’s hair. It was at its true length, which was good, but Draco wore it *loose.* Which was *bad* and very disrespectful to their Shin traditions. Nonetheless, Lucius wasn’t going to chide worse-some –but beloved– child on that right now, because he had other matters to attend to.

Draco inwardly groaned as he answered. “Yes, father?” Just by the use of his true name and their somber dispositions, he could tell that his parents were not going to discuss his “Potter Situation.” Avoidance was becoming their master trade, and frankly, Draco was getting tired of it. But what could he do besides.... nothing.

Lucius sighed with regret as he raised his wand, then mumbled a spell. Then, with a little ‘pop’ a book appeared.

A spilt second later, Narcissa and Severus screamed out “No!” when they saw it, for they both knew what it was. Draco, on the other hand, was more startled by his mother’s and Daa’s reaction than by the item itself.

The blond man grabbed the book out of the air and glared at his spouses. “I have no choice!”

“No, Lucius!” Severus growled as he got up, stormed over and stood in front of his husband “You *have* a choice! And that’s to disobey!”

“Severus!” Crystal eyes blazed with fury. “You know very well that’s not an option!”

“Darling, please!!” Narcissa cried out as she ran over to her husband. “Don’t make Draconis do this!” The princess then fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around Lucius’s legs. “Please...” she begged again through her tears. “Please don’t do this...”

“Lucius...” Severus begged as well. “Our hands are already sullied with the blood of innocents..” He held his hands out, palms up, in emphasis. “ And you and I both know that its something that torments us _everyday_ of our_ life!!_” The dark-haired man pleaded “Please, don’t give our son the same fate!”

“Sicut me Deus adjuvet, Severus! What would you have me choose then?” Lucius yelled as he awkwardly, tried to pull Narcissa to her feet with one hand “His death? Or Narcissa’s? Or yours? Because we both know that bastard won’t take mine!” He slammed the book on the floor in blind fury “No, of course he wouldn’t do that! That would be too damn easy!”

Open mouthed and shocked at the spectacle in front on him, Draco quirked a curious brow at that last statement. What in the hell were they talking about? And what was the big deal with the book? His father gave him books to read all the time.

Narcissa fervently shook her head no as she jerked her arm out of Lucius’s angry, yet surprising gentle grasp. “I’ll take him!” She warned as she cried openly. “I’ll take him so far away not even Voldemort could find him!”

“Yes, do that, Narcissa!“ Severus readily agreed as he quickly crouched down to be on the same height as their wife. “Take him, and leave today!”

“Severus, are you mad?!” Lucius shrilled. He couldn’t believe his bloody ears “You know blooming well what will happen to us if we openly disobey Him!” Both Narcissa and Severus looked up and gave their husband a look that could literally kill, thus making the blond man recoil, a bit, in fear.

Severus then returned his gaze to his wife. “Narcissa” he whispered lovingly as he gently wiped away her tears. “Leave now, and make haste! Don‘t worry about us. Just leave with Draco and be careful. The Dark Lord has spies *everywhere.*”

She nodded and scrambled to get up to run over toward her beloved dragon.

“No!” Lucius yelled as he reached forward and grabbed her right wing. The action made her cry out. Not so much in pain but in anger for being restrained.

However, Draco didn’t know that and his wings bristled violently and his long white-blond hair fanned out behind him, in display of his anger. “Father! What in the seven hells are you doing?!” The young prince demanded to know as he ran toward his mother. “Let her go!”

“Lucius!” Severus growled as he tried to pry open the death lock the blond had on Narcissa’s wing “Lucius, let her go!”

“No!” The man roared as he summoned his demon strength and pushed Severus away with his other hand. “I refuse to willingly sacrifice our lives to protect that Potter mutt!”

Draco had made it across the massive room, and over to his parents ,in just enough time to grab his Daa and keep him from painfully hitting the floor. Although, his action only made them both fall back with Snape landing on top of him.

After Draco hit the floor, the young prince‘s brow furrowed in confusion, anger and horrifying realization. He now understood what was going on and what was the root of this quarrel.

It was Potter.

His *parents* were *fighting* over *Harry Potter*!!

The very thought made his silver blood boil with hate towards his rival.

Never in all his life had Draco itnessed a domestic row such as this. Never, not even after Vanity's death. And now they were going at each other throats because of *Harry Potter*?! Apparently, it wasn’t enough that *he* was being tormented by the sod, so now his *parents* were, as well!!

“It’s not about Potter!” Narcissa insisted through her tears. “It’s about *Draco,* and I will *not* allow you to make him a part of this plan!... He would never forgive himself!” With that she turned slightly, so that she could see her aggressor, –Lucius– she then raised her hand and splayed her fingers.

So lost in his own thoughts, Draco barely registered the fact that his Daa had gotten off of him and his father was now being telekinetically thrown across the room, due to his mother’s fury. It was only when she grabbed his arm and urged him to get up did he mentally come back to the commotion around him.

“Draco, come on!” She commanded hurriedly. “We’re leaving!”

The boy looked up at her, then turned his gaze toward his father, who was trying to unbury himself from the mound of books that fell on top of him, after he was slammed into the bookcase.

“No.”

Narcissa looked like she wanted to scream, “Draco please! You do not understand--”

“I said no.” The boy interrupted. His parents were fighting each other because of Potter. Therefore Draco didn’t want to “leave” until he made the other boy pay.

The princess turned slightly and shifted her gaze toward Severus. She needed help in convincing their recalcitrant son that it was in his best interest to leave, and leave now!

“Draco” Severus began urgently as he crouched down beside the boy. “You don’t understand what’s going to be asked of you...You have to--”

“No!” The boy interrupted again. “Not before I know what is going on first! And not before I understand what all of this have to do with Harry Potter?” He gestured wildly toward all of them and the mess in the usually immaculate office.

Severus and Narcissa looked stricken.

“So would *someone* kindly tell me what’s going on?”

“I will.” The even more injured, Lucius responded as he glared at his wife and husband. Once he was freed from his bookish prison, he stood up and walked over toward his desk. As he sat down, in his desk chair, he was tempted to use the abracadabra spell to heal himself, then decided against it because he felt that he *deserved* this pain, as penance, for what he was about to command his son to do.

“Draco...” He began with the authority that beset a Malfoy.

At being addressed the boy stood up. Almost at attention. “Yes, father?”

“The Dark Lord has a job for you.”

Crystal eyes widened in alarm, and he felt like he had swallowed a lump of coal. Now, Draco’s reaction wasn’t that he didn’t feel *honored* that his “Lord” was calling upon his services, even before he took the mark. No, his adverse reaction was because he *didn’t* feel honored! He really *didn’t*!!

The young prince knew that whatever their “master” wanted him to do would probably end him up in Azkaban. And would that bastard even care? Would he appreciate the sacrifice?

Hell No!

The fucker just *left* his father to get caught by aurors in his fifth year! If it wasn’t for the simple fact that his father had a portkey in his pocket at the time... Draco shook his head to rid himself of that bad memory. It was probably one of the worse experiences in his life.

The first time his family and home was put through aurors raids, he was not only a baby, but he didn’t live at the Manor, and had never even *been* to it. But the summer of his 5th year. Not only did the aurors prove every horror story that he has ever heard about them to be true, they even surpassed it! They staked out their house –inside and outside– for days as they searched for his father. They even tapped all of their fireplaces, hoping that maybe his father would contact them. Those weeks, those tumultuous weeks, of not knowing and waiting for his father to return, or the headline of his captur was probably the worst of the whole ordeal. But it was necessary, because Lucius couldn’t return home, or contact them, until he created solid alibis. His father even went so far as to oblivate his own memories and implant knew ones. Luckily, his extreme efforts were not in vain because when the Ministry forced him to take versatium, Lucius testified to what he honestly “thought” was the truth, and that truth was, and I quote. “that he wasn’t anywhere near the Death Eater raid that night and that the person who looked like him must have been the same impostor who stole his wand and held him captive those weeks. The imposter was clearly trying to destroy his good name, because he was *not* in alliance with You-Know-Who!”

If Lucius wasn’t anything he was an excellent actor and even better liar.

In spite of his father being cleared, the summer was the *worst* for Draco. The trial, the gossip mongering behind his back. The dirty looks, the continued auror raids on his *homes* and just thinking about the *fortune* they had to dish out to dispel all the bad publicity it caused their family was enough to make him want to *kill* Harry Potter and everyone else in that damnable Dumbledore‘s Army!

And they wondered why he was such a vindictive demon in his sixth year.

“Draco?” Lucius asked, concerned after a minute of waiting for a reaction from his son. “Are you alright?”

The boy left his thoughts and swallowed hard. “Yes...Just overwhelmed... I guess.” Overwhelmed his blooming arse! Draco was now regretting that he didn’t run when his mother asked him too. “What... what is it He wants me to do?”

“Accio journal.” The elder Malfoy commanded softly. When it reached his hands, Lucius made a quick glance at his two spouses. He wanted to make sure that they weren’t going to attack him again. He was surprised to find that they were just sitting docilely on the chase, across the room. With his concerns appeased, he returned his full attention to his son. “All He wants you to do is give Potter this journal.” He put the book on the desk and pushed it to the edge, closet to his son. “ And to make sure he uses it.”

Draco quirked a brow as he walked over to retrieve the item. “That’s it?”

“Yes.” Lucius smiled disarmingly. “That’s it.” He ignored the snort he got from Severus.

“Well... okay then.” The boy shrugged as he opened the book and flipped through its blank pages. When he closed it again, Draco noticed the damage. It looked like it had been punctured with something. Something big... like a dragons tooth, or something. He looked to the floor to find out what it could have been. “Father, I think you may have damaged it when you threw it on the floor.”

“Oh my, did I?” Lucius feign innocence. But no, it wasn’t him who damaged that journal, but he wasn’t going to tell Draco that. His son knew nothing of that incident. Well, not his part in it anyway.

“Do you have another?” The young prince asked innocently. “One that is not broken. I don’t want anyone to think that Malfoys give away shotty gifts. Even if it is for Harry Potter.”

Lucius shook his head. “No, just hand that one back to me. I’ll fix it.” Once he got it back into his hands, he quickly put a powerful illusion charm over it, then another and another. “See...” He said with smile “Good as new.”

Draco was tempted to ask what giving *this* particular journal would do to his long time rival, then decided against it. He didn’t want to know. Sometimes it was better not to know. Instead he asked . “Why does the Dark Lord believe that Potter would trust me enough to *take* a gift from me? I mean, I know I am his teacher now, but really... He and I have *years* of animosity between us.”

At that, Lucius paled. He didn’t want to tell Draco the truth.

“You might as well tell him, Lucius.” Narcissa responded snidely. She was furious with her husband. “It’s his right to know.”

Draco just stood there and waited patiently for the answer.

It took a minute, but Lucius mustered up the courage to tell his son the truth. The truth about Harry Potter.

“Draconis...”

Silver eyes narrowed at the use of his true name. In his opinion, nothing good ever came about when his parents addressed him that way. “Yes, father?”

The elder Malfoy swallowed hard then continued. “You’re familiar with Blod Perdurable Votums, correct.

“Of course.” The boy drawled. “They’re blood vows which last forever.”

Lucius nodded absently as he reluctantly continued. “And you are familiar with the Blod Perdurable Votum, Vinculum Matrimonii. Correct?”

“Yes, father.” The young prince sighed impatiently. He wondered what this had to do with him. “Vinculum Matrimonii is the bond of marriage vow. Its been used in arranged marriages for centur---” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. This was a nightmare. A bloody fucking nightmare! “Please... please tell me that you didn’t bind me to Harry Potter!”

“I didn’t.” Lucius assured.

“Thank the gods!” The boy interrupted in relief, as he placed a comforting hand over his stricken heart.

“You’re great grandfather did.” Narcissa finished after she realized that her cowardly husband wouldn’t.

“What!?!” Draco screamed as he spun around to face her. “When? Why?!! Why would he bind me to a half-breed?!” His horror was pasted all over his pale face. “Did purity mean *nothing* to him?! Was he off in the head and some kind of mudblood lover?!!!! ” He had never met the man, so he honestly didn’t know.

Severus looked at his son. The boy looked like he was close to crying. In spite of this, he didn’t say a word. Right now, Draco was in shock, but it wouldn’t be long before his surprise bled into rage. And probably Veela Fury. Severus looked away from the scene and toward the door. He wondered if he could make it out before anyone noticed.

“Draco, calm down.” Lucius soothed

“I wont!.... I *won’t* marry that bastard! I hate him!” The boy screamed, making the veins bulge in his neck. “I don’t care what you say! I will *never* accept this! I‘ll resist that damned bond the rest of my life if I have too!”

Narcissa pressed her lips together as he watched her son throw a royal fit. However as she sat there, watching him, she remembered something. The one thing that made all the difference, so with a secret smile she called. “Draco.”

“I wont!” The boy continued, as he yelled toward the ceiling “I’d rather live a life of *abstinence* than copulate with Harry Potter!” And that was saying *a lot* for a Veela.

“Give him the journal, my dear dragon.”

That stopped the prince’s tantrum. “Wh-what?” He needed her to repeat her statement, for he couldn’t hear her over his own outbursts.

“I said give him the journal...” She repeated gently. “If you are that opposed to having him as your spouse, then give him the journal and you will never have to worry about the Potter boy again.”

Slowly and untrustingly –because of his mother’s, now, easy acceptance to his task– Draco turned back toward his father, then trained his gaze on the item on the desk. He couldn’t believe that that simple looking journal could free him from his accursed engagement. It was said that blood magic was impossible to reverse, and the only way those who were bound by it could be freed was in death But if that was true, then that meant the journal would be the death of his rival, his... fiancée. Even if this engagement wasn’t his choice, and he opposed to it greatly, Harry Potter was still... his.

Severus looked at his wife. Dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that she was, now, going along with this plan. He just couldn’t believe it.

With her gaze still trained on her son, she mentally spoke to Severus. “Don’t worry love, he will not do it.”

Severus didn’t agree. Narcissa never had to witness their “wars” on a daily basis. She never had to see how deep Draco’s hate ran. “How can you be so sure?” He mentally questioned back.

“He has saved the Potter’s boys life so many times already, do you really doubt that he would not do it again?” She answered ominously. “Don’t worry. He will not give the boy the journal. It’s not his fate. It‘s not either of their fate.”

“How do you know?” Severus, mentally, asked again.

She looked at him and smiled beatifically, and mentally answered “Remember the Berkeno rune, Love. We are going to be free of Voldemort one day, and the only one who can free us is Harry Potter.”

Severus shifted his gaze and watched the boy pick up the journal again and sighed out. “Narcissa.... for all of our sake.. I hope you’re right.”


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A.N.

Okay I left out Narcissa being related to the Blacks because after I edited it, didn’t fit. Sorry, but it will come up later I promise. The next chapter will have some *major* H/D interaction. ^___^ The winds of change are coming!!!

Um here are some of the Latin terms I used and their translation.

blod=blood
Votum= Vow
Vinculum matrimonii =bond of marriage
Perdurable= Lasting forever
Sicut me Deus adjuvet = So help me God


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