Spell Master

Author: Babychan

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 20/?

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

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

A.N.: I would to thank everyone for their reviews for my fic. It means so very much. Thank you. I would also like to apologize for the delay. It wasn’t writers block, it was the lack of free time and that fact that this chapter is extremely long. I’m going to break it up into individual chapters.

Spell Master


It was really time for Harry to get going toward his next class. It was bound to start any minute, but unfortunately, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was anymore. It turned out that the Slytherin Trophy Hall had more twist and turns than a spider’s web. And he had spent his entire lunch in these hallowed corridors, and he still hadn’t been able to cover the entire place. It was huge!

Briskly, Harry walked down the halls and toward the direction he thought the secret door was located. As he hurried, he inspected all of the pictures that were on his path. Not only because he was still looking for more relatives,–because he was– but finding a familiar case would help him find his bearings. Regrettably, Harry wasn’t finding any familiar pictures, cases, or anything.

Why?

Because he *just* realized that the walkways were magically changing. At random. Well random, was the wrong word. There was an order to this magical chaos. He just didn’t know what it was. Or where it was leading him.

Exasperated, Harry stood at a fork in the hall. “No wonder Draco didn’t look like he knew where he was going at times. This place is worse than the Labyrinth of Minos!” He huffed and puffed and angrily placed his hands on his hips. Sometimes this school really got on his NERVES!

Harry pointed his wand and used it to find north. He knew that his class was in the north wing of the school, so he hoped that maybe there was a door on that side. After he found his bearings he put his wand away and stormed in that direction. Unfortunately, his wand only led him to a dead end.

“The fates are against me!” The boy groaned as he turned around in a huff.

In truth, Harry’s statement was the exact opposite. It is said that everything happens for a reason and that Fate, and her sister, Destiny would only tolerate their plans being thwarted for so long, before they start taking measures into their own hands. Therefore, it was for this reason did Harry find himself in this predicament.

“Fine!” The former Gryffindor yelled at nobody in particular. He ignored his echo as it resonated in the empty halls. “I guess I’ll just wait here and hope someone finds me this *century*!” Furiously, he leaned his back against the wall. He was going to rest here until he thought of a new plan. Unfortunately, the wall turned out to be just an illusion, and Harry unceremoniously fell back and onto the floor.

“Owwww!” He groaned as he slowly sat up and rubbed his tailbone and the back of his shoulders.

Harry found himself in a dark, damp and confining corridor, and unlike the rest of the Trophy Hall, this space looked more like the rest of the dungeons. Dark and dank.

Now, it was no secret that when it came to nosing about things which were really none of his business, Harry Potter was really too curious for his own good.

Cautiously, the raven-haired boy stood up and brushed his robes off. “Lumos” It was a whisper of a command, and he didn’t even bother to pull out his wand. He didn’t need it for this spell anymore. Immediately, tiny particles in the air started go glow and light flooded the enclosed space. Now Harry could clearly see his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was that the enclosure wasn’t just another hallway. No, it was also a narrow sliver of a stairwell which led deeper into the dungeons.

Harry knew that he should just turn around. That would be the smart thing to do, after all. I mean really. He still had to go to Muggle Studies and for all he knew, the staircase would probably lead him into some type of evil chamber. It wouldn’t have been the first time something like that happened. Nonetheless, Harry ignored his conscious of good sense and continued with his explorations toward possible danger.

As he pressed forward, he noticed that the passageway wasn’t as narrow as he first assumed. Harry found that he could make his way through the darkened stairwell without his shoulders brushing the walls. Another thing he noticed was the graffiti etched onto the stones around him.

There must have been hundreds upon hundreds of signatures. Each person stating who they were and what year they attended. But that was it. No quotes like “Slytherin Rules” or “Gryffindor Sucks“. Just names and dates. Harry figured that the names on the wall must have been a tradition of some sort. Probably for the Slytherin elite.

After that thought, the Gryffindor heir chuckled mischievously and pulled out his quill. He was going to leave *his* mark on these walls too. Harry didn’t care that he wasn’t part of this chosen lot. And in his opinion, that knowledge made his actions more appealing.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A deep voice hissed amusedly.

Harry snapped his gaze down toward the direction of the voice and inwardly groaned. Being caught vandalizing, not only on school property, but *Slytherin* property was the last thing he needed to be caught doing. So he did what all Slytherin would do at a time like this. Seeing how he was now a Slytherin.

He lied

“I wasn’t doing anything.” He assured as he tired to inconspicuously put his quill back into his robe pocket. Harry, squinted his eyes as he tried to focus on the owner of that voice. It turned out that he was talking to a door sized tapestry, of a snake wrapped around a dagger, at the bottom of the long staircase.

The snake looked surprised that Harry could not only understand him but communicate as well. Then nodded in agreement. “No, of course you weren’t. So by all means, carry on!”

“Carry on?” Harry repeated suspiciously. “Why?” He didn’t trust this snake. Not one bit. The dagger the snake was coiled around looked like a gross parody of the Christian crucifix. The raven-haired boy couldn’t help but feel that the whole tapestry looked blasphemous in some way. “Figures it would be in Slytherin” He mentally grumbled.

“Oh no reason!” The snake replied politely. “Its not like there’s a curse on the wall or anything...you know that would put terrible boils on any unworthy soul who desecrates it... So please, carry on! Write on it until your heart is content.” The serpent ended his suggestion with an ‘innocent’ fanged smile.

Harry narrowed his eyes and frowned. He could tell the snake was lying. “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not disturb the wall. Not that I intended to anyway, mind you.” He quickly added the end part to proclaim his innocence, once again

“Of course you weren’t.” The snake kindly agreed. Though his disappointment was clearly audible. “Come closer, boy. I want to ssssee you.”

“Why?” Harry asked with a cautious expression.

“To chat. ” It admitted. “It’s not everyday I find a human who can understand a language as ancient and complex parseltongue . You *must* be very intelligent!”

“I like to think so.” Harry smartly agreed, but he couldn’t help but puff his chest up at the compliment. It had been a long time since someone complimented him. However, he did hesitate a bit before he acquiesced to the command. He still didn’t trust the snake. For all he knew, this could be a trap.

And it was.

“Mind the fifth step, boy.” It suggested a bit mirthfully right *after* Harry stepped on it.

Instantly, Harry found himself knee deep in the *mouth* of the step. When he pulled his foot out, not only did he tumble down the remaining steps, he was also missing his shoe, sock and the bottom portion of his pants leg.

“Bullocks!” The boy seethed as he scrambled to his feet. Harry looked at his bare foot and, now, hairless shin then glared up at the snake, who was snickering at him. “Why didn’t you warn me before I stepped on this step?!” He angrily pointed at said step.

Even though the serpent didn’t have shoulders it seemed to shrug. “Why would I?”

“Because it’s a decent thing to do!” The boy retorted irately. He was sore from his earlier fall through the wall, and now he banged his elbow during his tumble down the steps.

And dammit that HURT!

Not only that, he lost his shoe! And those were new shoes! Well fairly new. Nevertheless they were expensive too!

“Yessss..I suppose you’re right....” In mock contemplation, the serpent tapped its non-existent chin with the tip of it tail, then conceded unremorsefully. “It would have been considerate.” It shifted its position so it was hanging lazily across the hilt of the dagger. “But why would I waste my breath? For all I knew, you wouldn’t have been able to understand me anyway.”

Harry’s eyes widened furiously. “What a load of rubbish! You knew very well I could understand you!”

“Oh, did I?” The snake asked with surprisingly, believable mock innocence.

“*You* called me down here!” Harry seethed, and stomped his shoeless foot

“Oh yeah... I guess I did, didn’t I.” The snake chuckled.

Harry glared. Oh he was *so* tempted to hex this creature.

The serpent looked surprised at Harry’s expression. “What‘s with the sour look boy?”

Harry now glowered at the creature.

“Hmm...Well, if you’re going to be that way...then I say bygones.” It announced unapologetically.

“B-b-bygones!?” Harry sputtered with his eyes owlishly wide with outrage.

“Yes, bygones! Because it’s your *own* fault that you fell!” The serpent cut in primly. “I’m not your keeper, human. You should be more careful and *look* where you’re walking!”

The raven-haired boy just stood there, speechless and dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe this snakes mother fucking gall. In Harry’s opinion, it was just like a Slytherin *snake* to blame the *victim*!

“And moreover,” It added quickly, before Harry could respond. “I seriously doubt that you’re allowed to be down here, anyway.”

That brought the boy out of his trance and he indignantly straightened his back, threw back his shoulders and answered with a question. “And how would *you* know whether or not I’m allowed to be here?”

“For one, I am this doors guardian and two...” The serpent tilted his head and gave the boy a very disapproving and scrutinizing gaze from the top of Harry‘s head to the tips of toes. “And two...Lets just say...If you were invited, which I highly doubt, then you would have known of the trick step.”

“That‘s a very weak argument.” Harry informed condescendingly, though the snake spoke the truth. He unconsciously ran his fingers through his raven-locks and tried to tame his untamable hair. “Mayhaps I just forgot about the step.”

When the snake pursed its thin lips in disbelief, Harry raised his brow haughtily. He was a Slytherin now and two could play this game.

“Mayhaps.” The snake conceded, though disbelievingly. “But if what you say is true.... then what, pray tell, is the password?”

“That’s easy?” Harry proclaimed as he crossed his arms in a self righteous matter, then answered in what he dubbed a “Slytherin drawl” “It’s Veni, vidi vici.” Inwardly, he was praying that he didn’t just make a fool of himself.

Fortunately the snake looked impressed, and the tapestry was pulled to the side to let him into the chambers he was guarding.

Harry let out a breath that he wasn’t even aware he was holding, and with the bravery that besets a *true* Gryffindor, he timidly walked through the doorway. He still had no idea where this little journey was taking him and for all he knew, it was another Chamber of Secrets.

Luckily, there were no giant snakes there to kill him, or trolls, or dementors. Boringly enough, the doorway just led him into some type of circular chamber. The dark gray stones were rough and jagged, as well as cold and damp. The room wasn’t overly large and it was empty, save for two lit torches on either side of one large, almost life sized portrait, hanging on the wall.

Harry took a closer look at the man in the picture. He could scarcely believe that this person was a *Slytherin.* Out of all the pictures he had searched through today, the guy in this portrait had to be the *most* gentle and cheerful looking person he had seen all day. And that included his own mother. Actually, Harry had never seen anyone look so, well... *nice* in his entire life. Not even Hufflepuffs. The man couldn’t have been more than 5’2’’ He was chubby, but not fat. He looked sort of cuddly, and his disposition had a(n) happy innocence which radiated off, even his image. Which, strangely enough, was not charmed into life. Nonetheless, the man’s smile looked sincere, and his eyes were like two rainbows of joy. He even had a twinkle in his eyes which shone with a kindness that surpassed even Dumbledore.

“Who *is* this guy?” Harry found himself asking out loud.

“I’ll give you a hint.” The snake hissed playfully from the bottom left corner of the portrait.

Harry looked at the green serpent and inwardly groaned. He did not want to talk to that annoying creature anymore. Unfortunately, what he wanted didn’t matter.

The snake continued, even though, he could clearly tell that Harry no longer wanted his company. “His name starts with an Sssss and ends with an N.”

The former Gryffindor’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “That’s Salazar Slytherin?!” He pointed disbelievingly at the portrait.

“The one and only!” The snake chirped proudly then sobered up after he remembered something. “Oh wait... He *did* have a great uncle by the same name... and a second cousin on his father’s father sister’s side.”

Harry ignored the snakes babbling as his brain fought to accept this information. “That’s...” He asked again, for he just couldn’t believe it. “Salazar Slytherin!” The guy in the picture looked like a complete pushover. A pipsqueak even! “Are you telling me that this is the *same* Salazar who *killed* Godric Gryffindor and *built* the Chamber of Secrets?!”

“Yes, child!” The serpent hissed, annoyed with having to repeat himself.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. “Talk about not being able to judge a book by its cover.”

The snake looked up at the man who he, now, shared the picture with, “I don‘t know... I guess it really depends on what you were expecting.” He looked back at Harry. “Now, seeing how I *knew* him, he looks exactly like I would expect.” The serpent titled its head to the side with curiosity. “But if it makes you feel better...The Slytherins who see this portrait don’t really believe its him either.” It snickered amusedly “Instead, they use it as a template.”

“At template for what?

“Sincerity” The snake answered matter-of-factly. “They spend hours upon hours, in the mirror, trying to replicate that expression.” It pointed at the man’s face with its tail. “Quite amusing to watch, if you ask me.”

Harry was almost afraid to ask. “Why?”

The serpent looked at the boy as if he were stupid for*not* knowing. “Because once you know how to fake *sincerity*, you’ve got it made. Everyone knows that!”

Harry snorted and mentally grumbled “Figures that would be a Slytherin ideology.”

The serpent smirked at the raven-haired boy’s disgusted expression, then continued with his conversation. “But Salazar wasn’t faking though. He was actually a pretty nice fellow...I mean ...until *it* happened.”

“And I’m a monkey’s uncle.” The former Gryffindor interrupted disbelievingly.

“Well you know...” The emerald serpent hissed as he tilted its head to the side and trained a heavy gaze on the raven-haired boy. It looked as if it were trying to determine Harry’s true species. “You are kind of hairy...You just might *be* a monkey’s uncle.”

“What!” Harry snapped affronted. He was not hairy! He was lucky if he shaved at least *once* every *two* months!

“Evolution and all that...” The snake continued as if in deep contemplation. “Moreover, some of you wizards marry the *oddest* creatures. I know for a fact that there are very few *true* humans in Slytherin.” He gave Harry a *very* knowing look.

However, as the boy nodded his head in agreement, he was totally oblivious to its implication to his *own* person.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” The snake asked, changing the subject. “What exactly were *you* expecting?” It pointed its tail toward Salazar so that the question wouldn’t be misconstrued.

Harry shifted his gaze from the snake and toward the figure of the original Slytherin. “I ... I dunno...” He shrugged haplessly. “Someone more *sinister* looking, I guess.”

“Sinister?!“ The snake looked surprised at the admission. “Why?”

“W-why?” Harry stuttered. “Because he was evil!”

“Was he?” The snaked asked completely shocked. It was acting as if this was news to him. “Was he really?”

“Of course he was evil! He killed my great great...” Harry stopped after he realized he that didn’t know how far back Godric went in his family tree. Therefore, to remedy this, he finished his ancestor’s title with “ And many more great grandfather!” He then gave a sharp nod at the end of his sentence because he was internally satisfied with his solution.

The snaked blinked. Hard. “I think you’re mistaken, child. Salazar only killed *one* person and trust me that man was nobodies grandfather!”

“No, it’s you who are mistaken. ” Harry countered indignantly. “Everyone knows what he did. It’s written in the Hogwarts: A History!”

“Then the book is wrong!” The snake snorted haughtily. “I know, I was there.”

“Y-you were there!” Harry asked completely flabbergasted.

“Well... no.” It hesitantly admitted. “Not when *it* happened. But, in a fit of tears, mind you, Salazar confessed his innocence to everyone, and *thing*, who would listen.”

“It? What is this *it* you keep talking about?!” The raven-haired boy, angrily, tried to clarify. “Are you talking about the *murder* of Godric Gryffindor? Are you talking about when Salazar *stabbed* him in the back with dagger and *killed* him?!”

“Of course I am.” The snake replied calmly. “What other *it* is there? Anyway, he didn’t *stab* him. He threw the dagger. It just happened to find purchase in ol Goddy’s back. It was a complete accident. ”

Harry couldn‘t believe his ears. “An accident? How do you figure?”

“He told me so.”

“Oh yeah, and we all know that Slytherins are the picture of honesty. Especially when they are facing a murder charge.”

The snake gave the boy an insulted glare. “He spoke the truth!” It repeated adamantly. “And seeing how everyone believed him.”

Harry was shocked. “Why? How could they? He stabbed someone in the *back*!!”

“Boy, you don’t listen!” The serpent glowered. “Salazar didn’t stab anyone, he *threw* the dagger! The fact that the dagger went past his own feet was miracle in itself! I mean really, talk about *limp* wrist!” With its tail, the snake pointed at the portraits hands. “Saying that he threw like a girl is an insult to females everywhere.”

Harry scowled at the creature for speaking so lightly of the murder of his ancestor, and the namesake of the House that he had just recently been kicked out of.

“You know what I say...” The snake absently continued. “Really passive people shouldn’t get angry... It makes them dangerous. *Really* dangerous.” Its dark eyes clouded as if lost in a distant memory, and the serpent was completely oblivious to the boy’s rising anger. “What’s that saying about the quite ones ? I can’t remember, but by golly, it’s the truth!”

“Salazar Slytherin was a passive person?” Harry asked doubtfully. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

The snake looked offended. “Of course he was. He hated fighting! Why do you think the Slytherin House separated themselves from the others?”

“I was told that he left because he hated muggle-borns.” The Gryffindor heir answered matter-a-factly.

“Well.... there waaaaassss that!” The snake conceded absently and unashamedly. “But it was the *fighting* between the founders that made him depart. Everyone wanted control. The muggle-born thing was just the last straw.”

Harry didn’t entirely believe the serpent, but it *did* sort of coincide with what the Sorting Hat sang about and what he already knew about the rift.

“It is a shame though... Because even *after* separating himself, and his House from the others, he and Godric’s relationship didn’t last.” The snake sighed woefully. “And they were so cute together. You had to have been blind, deaf and dumb not to notice how much they loved each other.. It was sad to see it end in such a dreadful way.”

“L-loved?...” Harry’s knees actually felt weak, and he choked on the word “love” as his mind tried to work around what the snake just told him.

“Yes *loved*!” The serpent bit out. “You got a problem with that?”

With wide, horrified eyes, Harry screamed out “Yes!”

God yes, he had a problem with it!

This information went against everything all the Gyffindors ever believed to be true. I mean really, how could the two founding fathers of rival House be *lovers*! It was already a rude awakening, indeed, to find out that Salazar didn’t even look a fraction as evil as they had always believed him to look. But now, to find out that he was also Godric’s lover as well! Oh... this was just too much. It made his head hurt!

“Well, if that’s how you feel...” The snake hissed venomously as it unwrapped itself from around its former master’s leg and began to slither away.

“Wait!” Harry called out as he ran toward the portrait. “I was just kidding! Please continue with your story!” Even though the snake’s confession was contrary to what he always thought to be true, Harry still wanted to know. Even though, inwardly, he hoped the tale was fictitious story told by a clever snake.

Unfortunately that no longer mattered, because he was too late and the snake was gone.

Harry let out an agitated growl as he stood alone in the stone vestibule. In his opinion, it was grossly ironic that the members of the Slytherin House knew more about his family history than he did. However, in his anger, Harry noticed a door, veiled by a thin and sheer cream colored cloth. Idly, he wondered how he missed it in his first inspection of the empty room. In spite of this new discovery, the raven-haired boy walked toward the entrance door and poked his head out to see if the serpent was on its tapestry.

It wasn’t.

Frustrated, and too angry to be cautious, Harry stomped through the vestibule and through the veiled entrance way. Immediately, he was stuck by the beauty of the room. He was so awed in fact that he wondered if he had walked through a portal of some sort. It wouldn’t be the first time.

The inner chamber was huge, It looked like it could have been another commons room. It wasn’t as big as the Slytherin’s massive one, or even the Gryffindor’s but it looked like a perfect size for maybe, a Perfects lounge.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “It would be like Slytherin’s to have a private lounge just for their *own* elites.” He mentally grumbled, then verbally declared. “They’re such spoiled brats!”

Nevertheless, the room was beautiful and bright. Unnaturally bright for the dungeons. The walls and ceiling were white colored marble and the floor was some kind of light colored wood. It didn’t look sterile, just clean. And like most ceilings, in Slytherin, they were arched and elaborately carved. There was a large fire place, with two wicked looking cobra’s with dangerous looking fangs, holding up the mantel. There was picture over the fire place. Not of a person, but of a city. It looked like a floating, crystal city, whose foundations were clouds. It looked to be about twilight and the sky was filled with a prism of soft, oranges, purples, yellows, blue pinks. It was extremely serene. The furniture, in this commons was obviously expensive. Which seemed to be the norm as it related to Slytherin. However, this room even stepped that up a notch or two. Or ten.

There were three, overly large, pillowy looking cream-colored, leather couches. Two faced opposite of each other, the last sat opposite of the massive, ornately carved fireplace. When Harry ran his fingers over them, he found them to be butter soft, and almost suede feeling. He just had to sit on them. He had too!

And...

Oh they *were* soft!

Harry brought his feet up and stretched his legs out on them and crossed his ankles. He couldn’t help but realize that this was exactly how Malfoy, spitefully, hogs the couch in Slytherin. Especially when the commons were particularly crowded.

The jerk.

However, none of that mattered now, because in Harry’s opinion, this couch was probably the most comfortable couch in the entire world. And because of this discovery, he decided that he was going to spend as much time in here as possible.

As Harry sunk deeper into the couch and made himself more comfortable, he realized that this leather wasn’t just any ordinary hide. It was dragon hide. And not just any dragon. It was the hide of the Ombra dragan!

Can anyone say illegal?”

Moreover, the couches were made out of the hide of albino Ombra‘s! And those were virtually nonexistent!

Charley, had allowed him to borrow a book on dragons, in his third year. The book explained that Ombras were cat sized dragons who were nearly extinct because of excessive poaching and the fact that they only produced one offspring, once every fifty years. Therefore, a law was passed two hundred years ago to protect them. This law made it illegal for anyone to kill them for their skins.

Unfortunately for the Ombra, that law was apparently ignored by the Slytherin elites. Just by the style and comfort of these couches, it was obvious that they were made recently. Harry glanced around the room and found a chase, and two large and formally elegant sitting chairs with ottomans made out of the albino dragon skin as well. One of the chairs were facing the chase, under a rounded window with small elegant table between them. The other chair and ottoman was in front of the fireplace.

Though he loved this furniture, he wondered, in a passing thought, who would get into trouble if he reported this find. Probably Dumbledore, his mind amended, so he let the thought go. He knew too well how quick Slytherin were to shift fault.

As he got up to inspect the room more thoroughly, Harry was happy see that the floor wasn’t carpeted with dragon hide as well. Instead, it was covered with a very tastefully, elaborate, oriental rug.

In the middle of the couches was a large, but appropriately sized, rose mahogany coffee table. It was beautiful in its oddity, for it was not exactly round but it also wasn’t square either. It had a glass top and in the center of it was a crystal vase with one purple and white narcissius flower. The vain flora peered over the vase and it appeared to be looking at its own reflection, in the glass. The legs of the table were carved women. Then at a second glance, Harry realized that they weren’t just women, they were angels. Not just that. Only two of the angels were women, the other two were male. And they were naked! With wanton, lustful expression on their faces!

Harry, felt himself blush and quickly looked away.

Too embarrassed by his own lustful reactions to even think about the important clues this coffee table gave him –or at least *hinted* to him– Harry began to observe more of his surroundings. What he noticed made him chuckle softly because if he were Hermione, this would have been the *first* thing he noticed. The white marbled walls were lined with rose mahogany bookcases. And those glass encased bookshelves were filled, to the brim, with books. However, every so often the arrangement of literature was interrupted by an idle knickknack or two, a magical item, or stature or bust of some sort.

Harry almost laughed out loud when he noticed the Mizaru, Kikazaru, and Iwazaru. The three monkeys which represent 'see no evil' 'hear no evil,' and 'speak no evil'.

“I thought Slytherins didn’t *believe* in evil, only power!” He snorted. Then he thought about what he just said in correlation with the monkeys. He then realized that the two to kind of, well went together.

Harry continued to ignore the books in favor of the ornamental knackeries. Most of the titles were written in some other foreign language. Latin and Greek he could translate, but most of the titles on these books were written in a strange sort of ideogram. Moreover, the trinkets, –though obviously expensive trinkets, but trinkets none the less – were much more interesting to the boy.

There were magical charms, in one bookcase. Harry found globe-like bookends, which only mapped out the magical world. Other bookcases had statues placed here and there. One had Nike, the goddess of victory. Another housed Mars, the god of war. Hectate, the goddess and protectress of witches, and Fortuna, the goddess of prosperity. Still, another bookcase had an ancient Egyptian headdress with an Uraeus on it. Then on another shelf there was a wreath-looking headdress mounted on purple silk pillow. Harry was tempted to take it out and put it on until a different type of ornament caught his attention. Oddly, it was an ornately carve teak box with a winged snake emblem on it.

In Harry’s opinion, it almost looked like the same exact one Draco had that time when they fell out of the tower window. The same one Draco used to carry his runes to class in, until Trelawny tried to steal them.

And she *did* try to steal them, no matter how much she denied it. Harry knew that for a fact. Everyone knew it! They saw her try to pinch them when Draco turned around to get his fortune read by a Ravenclaw girl.

Harry left his memories of that very eventful day, and looked at the flower on the coffee table and he finally realized that it was a narcissus. He then shifted his gaze back toward the box and a flash of a memory of Narcissa Malfoy giving her son a present at the train station, feathered across Harry’s minds eye. Quickly and methodically, Harry’s gaze trained around the posh and expensive surroundings.

The queerest feeling started to consume the raven haired-boy insides. It was mingled with a little bit of fear, a little bit of dread and a lot of knowing. Because *now* he realized that this wasn’t a chamber for Slytherin Perfects. No, it belonged to...

“Draco!!!”

“You called?” Drawled a very arrogant and very *very* angry voice.

Harry’s emerald eyes widened in surprise *and* distress. The other boy just appeared out of nowhere. “I..I wasn’t..”

Unfortunately, the blond didn’t give Harry the time to explain, and last thing the raven-haired boy saw was very angry looking angel, scowling at him with pure white eyes and encircled in a prism of color, before it all exploded into green and the rest was...

Darkness.



tbc
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I want to apologize again about the delay in this chapter. This is only the first part of this *one* chapter. Its extremely long and I thought that maybe I could post it all at the same time. (shakes head) I didn’t realize that it was going to take me *so long* and that work and school was going to eat up so much of my free time.

I know It’s been a long time since I last posted and I really am sorry. Please forgive me. It only seems fair that I post something, for those of you who like this fic. I don’t want you to think that I’ve given up on it. In truth I think about it so much it interferes with my school work. ^_~ Its just that don’t have a lot of *time.* So I can only write a bit here, then a little bit there. Its really very frustrating.

So I am going to post it as separate chapters No 20a’s or 20b’s... The next one will be chapter 21. Hopefully it won’t be too long before I can edit it and post it. Seeing how it is already written.

The H/D is coming. Its just that sometimes is takes a ...well I wouldn’t say tragedy... Okay.. lets just say, sometimes once you get what you wish for, you realize that is not what you wanted. Draco has to find that out. ^_~

Love you all so much
babychan

Oh before I go I used a quote

The secret to success is sincerity. Once you can fake that, you've got it made." -- Jean Gieraudoux