Spell Master

Author: Babychan

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

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 21/?

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

Draco furiously glared at the boy who was now crumpled on his floor. “Get up, Potter, and get the fuck out of my room!”

When he received no response, Draco seethed, and instead of registering the fact that, maybe, Harry *couldn’t* get up; the fact that Harry *didn’t* get up, only made the Veelan prince that much more upset. It had already been a terrible day for the young Malfoy. Actually, it had been a disconcerting two weeks, but today hit its pinnacle. To see his parents *physically* fighting each other over Harry Potter, then to have the Dark Lord order him to give Potter a book which would kill his rival, thus sending him to Azkaban. Then, if that wasn’t enough, he found out that he was TRAPPED in a blood vow of MARRIAGE with none other than HARRY POTTER!!

The bane of Draco’s very existence!

He was only a demon, and this was just to much!

“Get up, Potter!” Draco demanded again with an invigorated ferocity. When he got no response again, he stormed over to where the boy lay. “You fucking prick! How dare you snoop about my room!” Unforgivingly, he kicked Harry, making the boy roll over on his back.

It was then when Malfoy noticed the magical bag The sight of it only made Draco that much more angry.

“So that’s why you’re in here, is it? Spying for Dumbledore, were you?” Draco growled as he crouched down and snatched the bag out of Harry‘s unconscious grip. He stormed over toward the coffee table, turned the bag over, and dumped out its contents. “What were you looking for, you fucking bastard?” He quickly sifted through the slew of pictures which fell out, and the bunches of trophies and awards. As he shook the rest of the items out of the bag, Draco transferred his focus toward the prone body, on his floor. “Did you find what you were looking for, arsehole?” He turned his attention back to the contents on the table and delved through them with his hands. Draco quickly realized that none of it belonged to him.

Nonetheless, he was still furious.

“And here I am trying to be nice to you *and* considerate to your pansy arsed feelings! When all the while... ” In a tantrum like motion, Draco threw the bag on the table. “*You* are stabbing me in the back!” He stomped back over to the fallen boy. “And people wonder why I never do nice things!”

The blond crouched down and grabbed Harry’s hand and scrutinized the boy’s palm, but much to his surprise, it wasn’t glowing red.

Luckily for Harry, he did not open or touch the glass doors of the bookcases. Draco had a “caught red handed” spell on all of his possessions that he considered important and those possessions were conveniently located in the bookcases which lined his leisure room. He didn’t bother hiding his stuff because everyone knew of his unrelenting thirst for vengeance. Only a fool would steal from him and risk getting caught.

Unfortunately, Harry’s obvious innocence didn't quell Draco’s anger. In Malfoy’s opinion, it only meant that he had arrived here before Harry had the chance to do anything.

“Get up, Potter!” Malfoy commanded again as he savagely threw Harry’s hand down.

When Harry, didn’t moan, groan or even flinch when his hand cracked against the wood floor Draco’s blood froze. The young prince knew, for a fact, that even when one was rendered unconscious, they still reacted to pain; even if it were only a slight tremor of closed eyelids. Draco tormented enough people to know that.

Yet, Harry didn’t.

React that is.

He just lay there, as if dead to the world.

“Potter?” Draco called worriedly. He hesitantly, and gently, picked up Harry’s hand again and started patting it, soothingly. “Potter...wake up.”

He got no reaction.

“Okay, Potter... this isn’t funny. Wake up.” His fear was clearly audible; even though, he desperately tried to keep his voice calm.

No reaction.

Draco had a sinking feeling as he reached inside his robe pocket and pulled out a silver incased mirror. With a trembling hand, he put the item under the former Gryffindor’s nose and waited for the misty condensation but got...

Nothing.

So he waited another good minute –just incase Harry was playing a trick on him– before he lost all hope, dropped the reflective glass, and scrambled and crawled to get away from the prone and *lifeless* body.

“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!” Draco cried out. Terrified. “I killed him! I killed Harry Fucking Potter!” He continued crawling frantically, tripping every so often on his tunic, until he was in front of his fireplace.

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“Mummy!!!”

Lucius, Narcissa and Severus –who had resumed their domestic feud the moment Draco portkeyed out of the office– stopped what was probably the worst argument in their entire marriage and stared at the fireplace. It was now magically lit and had the floating head of their very distraught looking son it.

“Mummy!!” Draco cried out again. “Mummy, where are you?!”

It was obvious, to all of them that he was holding back tears. And just barely at that. Then just when Draco was about to terminate the connection, to light another in the Veela palace He heard his mother’s answer.

“Yes, dragon?” She asked worriedly as she spread her majestic wings and flew over toward the massive fireplace. Her two husbands were not far behind her.

It was a known secret, within this family, that whenever their son was *really* scared about something, the first person Draco always cried out for was his mum. Despite the boy’s threats and proclamations about “what his father would do” to someone. Subconsciously, Draco knew that Narcissa would always make it better. Just like she made everything better when he was little.

“Draco darling, calm down and tell me what’s wrong. ” Narcissa soothed as she kneeled before the hearth.

Lucius snorted jealously. The fact that Draco always ran to Narcissa in the time of *dire* need –even if the boy had to sneak to do it– had always irritated him to no end. Narcissa never *fixed* anything, she only soothed the boy’s guilty conscious. While Lucius had spent *millions* on Draco. Getting him out of things, or into them, and Lucius would *literally* stop the moon from spinning if Draco asked him to, if only it meant that *he* would be “the infallible parent” to his son. But was that the case?

No.

And why was that?

Well, in Lucius’s not so humble opinion, his beautiful but sneaky, demon-witch of a wife stole that confidence from him when Draco was toddler.

And how did she do it?

By kissing a healing spell on all of their baby dragons bobo’s when he was hurt.

Oh if Lucius would have just KNOWN!!!

But he didn’t, and that’s why he was standing *behind* Narcissa as she tried to calm Draco down.

“Mummy, I...I.. and Potter!” Draco stuttered. His crystal gray eyes were manically wide. It was clear to all that he was terrified.

Severus –who was standing beside Lucius– recognized the look. It was the same one Draco bore when he walked into the Great Hall and announced that he had killed Sirius Black. However, it wasn’t until the blond-haired boy turned his head to stare at something behind him, then whimpered and covered his face with his hands, did Severus truly understand what just happened. So he kept his voice calm and non-accusatory when he asked.

“Dragon, where is Harry Potter?”

Draco’s focus snapped toward his parents, then, not even a second later, his long white-gold tresses floated to the top of his head, and above, blending with the flames around him.

All three parents were taken back. Never had they seen a Veela’s hair react so wildly. That reaction alone let them know something horrible happened.

“He’s in my room.” The youngest Malfoy whispered pathetically. “I think...I think..I killed him.”

The three adults just stared at their son. No emotions flitted across their face. Half because of shock, and half because they had a lifetime of masking what they really felt. Which at the moment was dread and hopelessness. Potter was their last chance, to be free.

“So you gave Potter the journal?” Lucius asked, only because he was the first to recover from shock. Inwardly, he was screaming. He had no idea the book would work its magic so quickly. He thought it would work gradually, like with the Weasley girl. He thought he would have enough time to implement his plan.

Draco shook his head no.

Severus breathed out in relief, then glared at Lucius and accused “Did you teach him the Killing Curse?”

The anger was starting to surface, but not toward Draco. Not yet.

“Are you mad?!” The blond man snapped back affronted. “He’s seventeen years old! How would it look, me teaching him a curse like that at his age!” He ignored the fact that his grandfather taught him the Killing Curse at age twelve. But then again, Lucius wasn’t as short tempered as Draco.

“You taught it to *me* at 14!” The Potions Master reminded, angrily.

“Yes, but that was only *after* you were almost *murdered* by Black and that fucking *werewolf* and that fool of a Headmaster did nothing to protect you!”

Severus was about to counter that statement but decided not to. Lucius spoke the truth.

“Draco, who taught you the Killing Curse?” Narcissa asked gently as she ignored her husbands old argument.

“No one! Honest!” The boy whimpered. “I don't even know it!”

Which was true. He had looked and looked for that spell. He just couldn’t find it. His parents had it hidden too well. What was worse, was that his friends *knew* how to cast it, but pride made Draco unable to ask them to teach it to him. He didn’t want anyone to know that they knew something before him. Especially *that* curse. Rumor mill believed that he was a Warlock. Not just a dark wizard but a Dark *Master.* And really, what kind of Warlock *didn’t* know how to kill someone. It was embarrassing, in Draco’s not so humble opinion.

Narcissa nodded, for she believed him.

“I...I didn’t mean to..” Draco sniffed and scrunched up his face to keep his tears from falling. The pathetic expression would have been quite endearing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “It sort of just ...happened..” He continued in a whimper “You do believe me right, mum?” Because honestly, Draco *didn’t* mean to kill Harry Potter.

“Of course I do, baby. ” She assured lovingly.

He nodded gratefully as he wiped away a stray tear, then shifted his focus toward his two fathers. “Daddy...Daa ..don’t let them send me to Azkaban.....” He wiped away another tear with the back of his hand. “I’m too delicate.”

Ah so now we get to the *real* reason for the tears! It’s not about Harry Potter. The young prince didn’t want to go to prison!

“Of course we won’t allow them to send you away.” Lucius quickly and confidently assured. The Lake of Fire would sooner freeze over, before the day he allowed anyone to take his son. “But first, Draco, did anyone see you kill the boy?” He needed to know if he needed to get rid of the witnesses. Because he *would* get rid of them.

Draco shook his head fervently. Then he heard a hiss and noticed the snake. It made a shocked expression as it stared at Harry‘s prone body. Draco’s crystal eyes widened fearfully. “My chamber guardian saw! He‘s going to tell Dumbledore!”

“Oh don’t worry about Pagan.” Lucius assured in a confident drawl. He then turned and walked to retrieve something from his desk “Trust me, that snake has seen far worse than a simple murder. It won’t tell. Salazar, himself, made it honor bound to the Slytherin Head Person. Not even Dumbledore can undo that magic.”

Draco was too relieved to care how his father knew this or what his father meant by seeing far worse than murder. What could possibly be worse than murder? He raked his hand through his floating mass of hair and whimpered. He really wanted to cry and bawl like a baby, but it was the Malfoy in him that wouldn’t let it out.

Draco couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He cursed his luck, and he curse Fate. Because he really *didn’t* mean to killed Harry Potter!

Oh yeah sure, there were times when Draco really *did* want to kill his rival. And no one can say those instances were few and far between, because everyone knew Draco Malfoy’s opinion of Harry Potter. Every one knew that the youngest Malfoy wanted to pluck that thorn from his side and *burn* it. Literally. There were hundreds of different ways Draco dreamt of killing and torturing Potter. He joked about it with his friends. He even promised to do the honors himself, in jest and in anger. And he meant it too. Every time.

He meant it in *theory,* though, and not application. Yes, it was true; he wanted Potter dead, but he didn’t really want to do the dirty act, himself. No. Hell no! Draco had already stained his hands with blood once, and that was in self defense. He did not look forward to ever doing it again. In his opinion, Black got of easy, because Draco was still woken up, in terror, with the memories of what he did.

What he felt he had to do.

But would anyone believe that this was an accident? That he didn’t kill Harry Potter on purpose, after he had threatened and boasted about going to do it so many times. Would anyone believe that he didn’t even know the Killing Curse? For it was Draco’s own doing which started the rumor that he was Warlock, a Dark Master. Moreover, he was very vocal on his opinions on muggleborns and their halfbreeds. Nor did he ever deny the fact that was going to be a Death Eater. He even played on it, to ensure that people feared him.

So would anyone believe his innocence? That he truly didn’t mean to kill the Savior of the Wizarding World. Would they even care? Or would they lynch him anyway for killing their last hope?

Draco glanced at Potter and felt his stomach turn. Distressed, he raked his hands over his face.

This was sooooooo bad.

How could Potter be killed? Draco couldn’t understand it. Potter was supposed to be the Boy-Who-Lived for crying out loud! Wasn’t he supposed to be immortal or something?! The way he seemed to always survive the impossible seemed to insist that he was. But yet, he was now dead.

“ And in my room, no less!” Draco screamed out manically.

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In Malfoy manor.

Lucius was going through a large Veelan tome on his desk, while Severus was looking for the portkeys to Draco’s chambers, and Narcissa was watching Draco. She had a bad feeling that his fear was going to, soon, bleed into rage. It always did.

“No one is going to believe that this was an accident. There is too much animosity between the two boys.” Lucius said out loud. Though it was more of an out spoken thought. “We are going to have to demand Diplomatic Immunity.”

Severus turned to look at his husband. “That’s not going work. Veela’s don’t allow murder to go unpunished anymore than Wizards, unless its for food. And I highly doubt that Draco will eat Potter even if it will help him avoid imprisonment.”

“Ahh that’s where you’re wrong.” Lucius smirked and pointed at a particular statute. “Those of the 7th House are protected by many loopholes. Loopholes which give them the right to inflict any punishment they deem fit on their spouses.”

“Then I should be glad that you are of the 3rd House then.” Severus said flatly. He knew Lucius long enough to know that his sadomasochist husband would have taken full advantage of the loopholes.

Lucius scowled. “Nonetheless, Draco is of the 7th. He’s not only protected, his actions are condoned.”

“But Potter is not yet Draco’s spouse.” The raven-haired man reminded.

Lucius smiled. A very dangerous thing, so says anyone who knew him. “But that is only because you forgot that the Shin can marry the dead.” He answered matter a factly.

“It’s going be retroactive.” Severus countered after he fought back a gag. In his opinion, Shin demons had some of the most disgusting customs. “It won’t work.”

“Severus!” Lucius spat out. “No one will be able to tell when the marriage took place, or whether it was before or *after* Potter’s death. The thread of engagement was already there, been there, since before they were born. The Shinlata will just tie it! It’s legal!”

“Lucius” Severus interrupted.

Only to be interrupted himself. “You know... for someone whose *wand* was the instrument which killed Harry Potter, you’re not coming up with any better solutions.”

“What are you implying?” Severus growled, though he already knew what his husband was saying.

“I’m not saying anything.” Lucius purred with a tone that said exactly the opposite.

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Through the fire, Draco listened to his two fathers argue over his fate. And though Lucius’s idea seemed well and good, Draco wasn’t looking forward to consummating the marriage with the dead corpse of the Boy-Who- Lived. Even if it *was* his get out of jail free card.

“This is not my fault!” Draco growled under his breath. In one sharp movement he stood up and glared the body.

Narcissa let out a long suffering sigh as she watched her son’s obvious fury, through the fire.

“How dare you die in my room!” Draco seethed and pointed accusingly at Harry. “You did this on purpose, Potter, didn‘t you?! You’ve been trying to land a Malfoy in prison for as long as I’ve known you!” In a dark cloud of blind fury, he stomped back over toward the fallen Gryffindor heir. “Every year you claim we did something to you! Who cares if it was true or not! You did it because you’ve always hated us and wanted to destroy us! And now you’ve finally succeeded!” He screamed irrationally! “But I won’t let you! I won’t let you because I’m going to push you into Shadow!”

“No!” Screamed all three parents.

Shadow, or what Draco called his Shadow Skill was actually a portal into one of the darkest regions in purgatory. A portal he found, no, *created* at the tender age of FOUR . With a spell he, not wrote but sang, with his little sister, like a nursery rhyme.

Shadow shadow I am your master
Shadow shadow I am your king.
Open up and give me your secrets
Give me your loyalty too.
Because shadow shadow I am your master
Shadow shadow I am your king.
Amen

Unknown to the toddler prince, his song was a seamless amalgamation of wizard magic and demon majik. Unknown to the baby Spell Master was that he wrote a spell for wandless magic of the *worst* sort. And unknown to his parents–at the time– was that it was actually *Draco* who had let the Nightmares –who were an evil and vicious type of demon– loose in the Veela Empire.

It was a bugger getting them back into hell. It took the whole Veelan Royal guard and most of the most powerful of the royals as well.

“Don’t do it, Draco!” Severus warned as he gave up the search for the portkey to Draco’s chambers and scrambled to get the portkey to his own quarters out of his robe’s pocket.

“I have too!” The boy cried hysterically. He ran toward one of the many bookshelves and retrieved a long necked vessel. “I have to get him out of here before anyone finds out what I did!”

“But the Nightmares!” Lucius reminded worriedly. If Draco let those loose again, more than one person was going to die today.

“I know how to control Shadow now!” Draco assured as he ran back over toward Harry and walked a circle around the boy, all-the-while pouring out a white powdery substance from the vessel. “I just need to gate the opening!” Before long he had made a pentagram, whose lines crisscrossed over Harry. Therefore entrapping the raven-haired boy on the wrong side of the gate.

“Shadow shadow I am your master; Shadow shadow I am your king; Open up and give me your secrets....”

A black light, started to appear within the lines of the pentagram. It looked like it was trying to tear away the barrier. But that wasn’t the only thing that had happened. Alarm bells flooded his room, and every room in Hogwarts. It was a warning to alert when the darkest of Dark Magic –i.e. the Forbbin Curses– was being used.

Draco literally screamed out his frustrations, because he knew that any second now, his room was going to be flooded with teachers.

“I told you not to do it.” Severus angrily chided. “The Symantic potion in your room wasn’t brewed to mask that level of spell.” It wasn’t really the spell that did it. It was the pure evil seeping out of the opening to Hell. Snape then broke the portkey and hoped that he would be able to reach Draco before the others did.

tbc
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I promise you Harry is not dead. ^_~ But sometime one has to be scared to death before they realize how much someone means to them. Even if they are terrified for purely selfish reasons. ^_^ But what can I say, the whole family is Slytherins and demons, or both. Their moral fiber is loosely threaded. But know they are all on the consensus that they *don’t* want Harry dead. Now its time to really get them together.

Because this one chapter was originally about 40 pages long the H/D might not be in the next chapter posted but it is in this chapter.

Okay hopefully I can get the next part out soon. Its pretty much done I just want to refine some stuff and maybe add a little take away a little and edit it. ^_^ The last last part is not finished yet but hopefully it will be soon.

I want to thank everyone for their patience and for their reviews. It means so much. It gives me so much insight. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love reading how this fic makes you feel. So thanks again. ^________^

lots of love
babychan