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 22/?

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 want to thank everyone for their reviews for my fic. It means so very much. Thank you.

Spell Master

Severus pressed himself against the wall and slowly peered around the corner. Though he was in a rush, he needed to make sure that the passageway was clear before he could continue. Gratefully, the halls were empty; however, he mostly expected it to be so. Unlike in Gryffindor, the students in Slytherin usually followed protocol when the dark arts alarm sounded. More than any other House, save Hufflepuff, Slytherins were not going to linger when that alarm blared. In spite of this, Snape knew that it wasn’t the dark magic they feared. No, it was that they didn’t want to be implicated in the devious act. Nevertheless, Severus was being cautious because for some odd reason, he felt as if he were being followed in these honored halls of the Slytherin trophy room.

The raven-haired man breathed out in relief when he spotted the narrow entranceway which led to Draco’s chambers.

Unfortunately, that relief was short lived, for he also spotted Dumbledore, who was staring at some sort of pocket watch. Then to make matters worse, McGonagall and Granger were in sight as well. How they got down here so quickly, was a thought beyond Severus. He just wished that they *weren’t* there.

“Ahh, Severus! Just the person I wanted to see.” Dumbledore called amiably as he placed the watch in the pocket of his robe. “We were just on our way to see the young Malfoy. My sources tell me that he is in his chambers at the moment.”

The raven-haired man swallowed thickly before he composed himself into feigned indifference. “You were? May I inquire to why?”

“The dark arts alarm just went off!” Hermione quickly answered. “I fear something must have happened to Harry!”

Beetle black eyes snapped toward the young Head Girl before Severus drawled superiorly. “And why exactly do you believe this, Miss Granger? Do you have any proof that it was *Potter* who set them off?” He knew that she didn’t believe this. He didn’t believe it either. The question was asked only to give Draco more time.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you took up for a Gryffindor.” Lupin chimed behind Snape.

The raven-haired man grinded is teeth together as he turned to face the other man. “Maybe it’s because he’s a Slytherin.”

Dumbledore smiled at the lie and let it pass.

“I hope you didn’t mind me following you.” Remus replied, and changing the subject. “I couldn’t remember how to get to the Head Persons chambers, and I wasn’t sure if you’d show me if I asked.”

Now that he realized that his paranoid suspicions, from earlier, were proven true, Severus glared venomously.

Remus ignored Snape’s death glare and wistfully looked around the trophy room. “It’s been *years* since I used to come down here with the others... It’s almost strange how nothing has changed.”

Hermione gave Lupin a curious glance.

And Severus snarled.

“Come come everyone.” Dumbledore chimed in quickly before Snape was able to comment, scathingly, about the Marauders and their lack of respect for the rules. “There are things we must discuss with Mister Malfoy.” He ushered them all into the small and narrow passageway. “Oh and please....watch the fifth step. It’s a doozy.”

Severus was the first into room. He passed through the vestibule without even a cursory glance at Salazar. In the main chamber, he found Draco standing with royal grace, in front of the closed bookcase, which hid the entrance to his bedroom. He was still adorned in his Veela attire, but, now, his wings were gone and his hair was back to its shorter length.

“Ah hem” Severus coughed.

With his wand in hand, and pointing at the trespasser, Draco whirled around toward the sound. Once the boy realized that it was his Daa, he lowered his wand and let out a relieved but weary smile. Not even a second later, he looked absolutely distressed and ran over toward his stepfather. “Oh, daa!” Draco whimpered as he fell into the older man’s reluctant embrace. “This is so horrible! You’ll never guess where I had to put his bod--”

“Draco!” Severus softly, but sternly, interrupted. He gave the boy a reassuring squeeze, then pushed him back, making him stand on his own. “Now is *not* the time.”

Draco gave Severus a confused look before he found understanding just beyond the man’s shoulder.

It was Dumbledore. He was smiling gently as he observed the tender moment between stepfather and son.

“And why pray tell, are you in my chambers?” The Prince snapped indignantly, at the Headmaster.

“Oh, I think you know.” Dumbledore smiled out ominously as he entered the room. Albus was impressed that his comment didn’t charge a reaction out of the boy. That is... He was impressed until he realized that Draco’s calm wasn’t because of the legendary Malfoy Control. It was simply because he had already lost the boy’s attention.

“What the name of Loki!!” Draco shouted as he raised his wand toward his chambers entrance. “Are *they* doing in my rooms?”

Snape placed a gentle hand on top of Draco’s and pushed the wand down. “Be still, Draco.” He whispered in Veela.

A simple command but it held a lot of weight and meaning in the Veelan culture. The young prince could not help but comply. So, begrudgingly, he allowed them to come. He allowed his personal chambers to be infested with *Gryffindors*. Not only Gryffindors, but a dead one, a mudblood, a werewolf, an old dried up cat, and a bumbling old fool!

Draco wanted a new room. This one was contaminated.

Hermione’s jaw dropped when she entered the main chamber. The first thing she noticed was not the size, not the expensive furniture, but the bookshelves. There were so many BOOKS! Her keen eyes quickly skimmed the titles and translated ancient and forgotten script. "Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charms: revised edition." "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts." "Guide to Advanced Transfiguration." "Guide to Medieval Sorcery." "Mastering Occlamncy: The Art of Lying." "The Power in Naming Your Enemies and How to Use it." "Intermediate Magical Dance Forms."

She almost laughed when she read the titles: "How to be an Effective Teacher." "Classroom Management: Discipline, Procedures and Routines." "Catering to the Left and Right Sides of Your Students Brains."

Though she had to inwardly admit that Malfoy was taking his teaching job seriously. Begrudgingly, she even admitted that he was a good teacher and knew his stuff. Unluckily for Gryffindors though, he was horribly biased when it came to his House, and theirs. Hermione left her thoughts when she noticed a book called. "Prefects Who Gained Power." She remembered seeing Percy reading that book a few years ago. Poor Percy. Poor poor Percy. Unfortunately, when her gaze grazed over another title, Percy and his sad predicament was instantly forgotten.

Hermione had just realized that Malfoy owned books that were in the Restricted Section! There was: "Ancient magic and How to Conjure It." "Charms, Charms and More Charms." "Mastering Incantations." "An Even More Advance Guide to Advanced Transfiguration." "Mastering Complex Hexes"... And many many more. No wonder Draco rarely ever needed a pass into the Restricted Section; he had his own right here!

Hermione’s fingers were twitching with the desire to read until her heart was content. She was in Heaven! Well, she was in Heaven until a certain voice reminded her that she was actually in a Hell’s Mouth.

“And to what do I owe this displeasure?” Draco asked *almost* civilly.

“Language, Mister Malfoy.” Minerva huffed. Oh that boy was such a rude brat. Though she, too, wondered why Dumbledore requested all of them. Even *before* the alarm blared.

Dumbledore smiled. “Ah.. yes. What we came for...” He looked around the posh room. “May we have a seat?”

Draco was about to say no. Actually, he was about to say “Hell No!” when Severus answered “Of course.”

Hermione was still looking around when the rest of the group took a seat. It wasn’t long before she noticed a powered substance on the floor. Hating a mystery, she walked across the large room to investigate it. After closer inspection, she replied caustically. “I hope for your sake, Malfoy that this is a pentacle?” She pointed at the image on the ground. It was messed up, but she could still tell what it used to be, and that it wasn’t a pentacle.

Draco scowled when he noticed how far she traveled into his room. “Miss Granger, I understand that you were raised by *Neanderthals*, but let me assure you that it is *rude* to meander about peoples personal space *without* their permission!”

“Neanderthals! How dare you!!” She shrilled. “I‘ll have you know, both my parents are dentist!”

“Plebian” Malfoy drawled aristocratically. “You say that like I care.”

“Plebian?” She shrilled again. How dare he call her that! Ohhhh she couldn’t *stand* him!

Lupin got up from the couch and went to inspect the diagram. When he saw it, his amber eyes widened in shock. “Why do you have a pentagram on your floor, Malfoy?”
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“So it *is* a Pentagram?” McGonagall gasped in alarm and stood up to look at it, as well.

“I thought so!” Hermione reaffirmed, haughtily, as she crossed her arms.

“Yes, Miss Granger, it’s a pentagram. Big deal.” Severus sneered as he flicked his wand and moved the chair –the one by the chase– and sat it besides Draco‘s. “Now sit down, and quit stating the obvious.”

“But...” Hermione looked aggrieved at the professor’s nonchalance and stared imploring at the Headmaster. She wanted Malfoy to get in trouble. He *should* get in trouble! Pentagrams were tools of dark magic! Illegal on the grounds of Hogwarts. But Dumbledore just smiled kindly at her and gestured for her to take a seat. “But...but.. he has created a pentagram!” She repeated again and pointed at the drawing on the floor, to make her point. What in the hell was wrong with these people? Snape she understood. He was an evil git. But Dumbledore?! Why wasn’t he punishing Malfoy for this transgression?

“It’s required for praying.” Severus informed in a tone that clearly showed that he was out of patience with the girl.

“Praying?” Lupin repeated with obvious disbelief. The Malfoy’s being a religious sort was still a hard pill for him to swallow. Even if the religion was demonic in origin.

“Yes, praying!” Draco angrily drawled. Pentagrams were used for praying among… other things he mentally included, but he wasn’t going to admit to *that*. Then to make his point, Draco pressed his hands together –in the common prayer position– and chanted a small excerpt of a Shin prayer. Draco purposely chose to chant that prayer in Shin, because he knew that it would set off the alarms. Unlike Veela, the demonic language of Shin was somewhat of a dark art in itself, in the wizarding world.

Immediately, a black fire consumed the white powder of the pentagram and, as predicted, the dark arts alarm blared again.

And blared loudly!

“Oh my god!” The Head Girl cried out as she jumped back, and away, from the fiery pentagram. “What are you doing, Malfoy! Trying to summon demons?”

Draco turned and scowled at the girl. “Granger, not that I expect a *mudblood*....”

“Mister Malfoy!” McGonagall interrupted and admonished heatedly. “That will be 25 points from Slytherin!” However, her focus was not on the children, it was still on the black flames consuming the pentagram.

But Draco kept on as if he didn’t her the woman. “To understand the ways of Onoshin, seeing how *heathenish* your kind is--”

“Heathenish?!” Hermione interrupted, ignoring the mudblood insult completely. She’s heard it enough times throughout the years to be desensitized from it. However, the heathen comment made her hazel eyes burn bright with fury. “How dare you!”

But Draco continued as if she didn’t say a word. “But this *pentagram* is necessary in all chthonic prayers. However, that prayer in particular, is part of my Hebodmad.” He lied. He did the ritualistic prayer earlier this morning, and in his native tongue of Veela.

“Chthonic--” Hermione choked out. “And you’re calling *me* a heathen!” The Head Girl couldn’t believe Malfoy actually had the nerve. “You’re the one praying to *demons* and other evil beast!”

“Are you insulting my religion, Granger?” The fair-haired boy stood up and raged. “For I will not stand for it. Especially not in *my* chambers!”

In truth, Draco really didn’t care about her opinion against his religion. He just needed a legitimate reason to kick her out of his room.

“No one asked you to come in here!” He continued furiously.

“Well... actually I did.” Albus admitted cordially. He knew he had to say something before their argument turned into a full fledged war. And since Minerva and Remus were both still too stunned by the black demonic fire, and Severus looked too amused by the Gyffindor’s shocked reactions to stop the dispute, he knew it had to be him.

Draco cast a vicious glare on the Headmaster. He had some choice words for the old man as well, but stopped himself in time. “Now, since I’ve proven my innocence...” He growled as he shifted his gaze away from the aged wizard and gave a weighted glare at the other Gryffindors. “And if you *heathens* have finished accusing me of evil doing, shall we get on with this meeting so you can *leave.*”

Dumbledore took a deep breath, then said in a pacifying manner. “No one is accusing you of anything, Mister Malfoy.” Dumbledore looked at the others and gestured for them to sit, right after he whispered a spell that extinguished the fire. He was glad to see that the fire didn’t cause any damage. A still wary McGonagall sat beside him. While Lupin and Hermione sat together on the couch across from them.

“Now, why are you here?” Draco asked again as he sat in his chair with royal arrogance.

“Ah yes....” Dunbledore began. “We came to inform you that you were missing from your Muggle Studies class.”

“And it took all of you to tell me this?” Draco asked as he raised a brow at the Headmaster.

Beside him, Snape said nothing. Instead, the Potions Master waited for the ball to drop. He wanted to know from which direction it would fall. He *needed* to know, so he could gracefully move himself, and Draco, away from its danger.

“Well you see...” Dumbledore began. “Harry missed the class as well and sources told me that you two were last seen going off together.”

Draco looked the picture of calm while the aged wizard explained his reasons for being down there. It wasn’t until the old coot mentioned Harry did Draco’s platinum locks stand up with such ferocity that it looked like he had stuck his finger in a muggle light socket.

In that same moment, Snape cursed Draco’s Veela blood. His stepson’s unconscious reaction screamed. “I’m guilty! I’m guilty! I’m guilty!” Severus couldn’t understand why the boy didn’t put *gel* in his hair to tame those tattletale locks.

“Harry you say...” Draco mock pondered as he tried to, casually, comb his wild hair down with his fingers. “Yes, well, the reason he and I were together was because I interrupted a fight between he and Blaise.”

“A fight?” Lupin asked alarmed, though his eyes were completely focused on the boy’s floating hair. It was such an odd and amazing sight.

“And you didn’t take away any House points?” Hermione asked snidely. Ohh, his double standard infuriated her! “And what’s wrong with your hair?” She added as an afterthought, though only because the unnaturalness of it was freaking her out.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the girl.

“What were they fighting over, Mister Malfoy?” McGonagall urged. She was worried about Harry. For the past few years his depression made him more tolerant of abuse.

“Longbottom’s affections.” Draco informed as he gave a long suffering sigh. “Their rivalry for the boy is most tiring.”

“Boy?” Lupin interrupted. “If I am not mistaken, Neville is older than *you*.” Sure it was only by a few weeks but still. In his opinion, Draco was too big for his breeches.

The young Malfoy purposely ignored the DADA teacher as he spoke to Dumbledore. “Headmaster, you might want to talk to one of them. Neville is no Helen of Troy, and Slytherin seriously doesn’t need an inner House war. Especially, since everyone else in this school has it in for us.”

“And rightly so.” Hermione grumbled under her breath. “You bunch of Death Eaters in Training.”

Though the comment was barely audible, Draco heard her loud and clear and shot Hermione a look that could *literally* kill.

Dumbledore heard as well and felt a pang of guilt, for he knew that he could have done more for Slytherin. And their reputation. “So Harry is with you?” He asked gently. Knowingly.

“Oh no!” Draco assured congenially. “Once I pulled Potter away from the altercation, he told me, and I quote ‘to mind my own business’ and stormed away. I suppose he went back to duel.” The blond gave a woeful shake of the head. “I hope not though... Who knows what Zabini might have done to him, after we parted.” He leaned forward as if telling a secret. “Blaise is an extremely jealous creature, but not only that, he is a very competent wizard as well. I might even go as far to say that he is one of the best I’ve ever met where it concerns hexes and curses.”

Severus watched as his son hinted that his own *best friend* was the one responsible for Potter’s disappearance. Nonetheless, he said nothing to counter it. In his opinion, it was better that Zabini fell than Draco. Moreover, Zabini would understand. It *was* the Slytherin way after all.

“I’m sure Mister Zabini would much appreciate the compliment, Draco.” Dumbledore chuckled. Slytherins never failed to amaze him when it came to self preservation. And the young Malfoy was no exception; he was a true Slytherin through and through. “So are you saying that Mister Zabini might know where Harry is?” The Headmaster asked amusedly as he stared Draco in the eye.

“He might.” Draco drawled. Then with a bored diplomatic air, he sat back in his chair and crossed his legs. Inwardly, though, the young prince cursed his Veela heritage. If it weren’t for his damned tresses, his confident and relaxed pose would have been pulled off brilliantly. “Although... it was a while ago since we parted...” Draco added “And knowing Potter, he could be anywhere.”

“Anywhere indeed.” The old man echoed with a knowing twinkle in his eye. Dumbledore then pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it again. “Yes, anywhere indeed.”

Because Dumbledore didn’t look worried, Hermione felt a bit more at ease. She was sure that if there was something wrong with Harry, Dumbledore wouldn’t be wasting time with Malfoy. Therefore, she was certain the aged wizard knew where Harry was. She looked and glared at Draco. It was obvious that the snake knew where Harry was as well. However, the sight of Draco’s wild hair made Hermione wonder if that was why Draco gelled his hair into absolute obedience for so many years. She’s going to have to ask Bill’s wife, Fleur, about it. Hermione already knew about the magical properties of it, now she wanted to know about the temperament of Veela hair.

When Draco changed the subject to why he should be allowed to wear his personal attire while he was teaching, Remus turned his attention away from the group and back toward the pentagram. His senses were telling him that something evil was approaching.

A few minutes later, his senses proved to be correct. For not even a second later, a small hand emerged out of the floor and through the opening of the smeared pentagram.

Lupin shot to a stance and whipped his wand out as he ran toward the pentagram.

The action caught everyone’s attention.

“Lupin!” McGonagall cried out. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s coming out!” He shouted. “Something evil! I can feel its darkness!”

Everyone in the room stood up in alarm and ran toward Lupin. They were just in time to see the creature grab hold of the floor, with both of its tiny hands, and pull its pink-haired head through the gated opening.

“It’s a demon!” Hermione squeaked. “I knew it! I knew Malfoy was summoning demons!”

Granger, McGongall and Lupin pointed their wands and were about to cast a spell, curse, hex or charm on it when Dumbledore called out.

“Expelliarmus!”

The very next second, the aged Headmaster caught all three wands with a seekers precision, while Draco pushed his way through and quickly helped the creature out.

“Nalta!” Malfoy chided. “Where have you been? I almost made myself late waiting for you at the manor!”

Blood red eyes looked up at Draco but no reason was verbally explained. Mostly due to the fact that Nalta had no mouth.

Hermione looked away from Dumbledore, who now had her wand, and at the... little girl?... being pulled out of the floor. The child didn’t look any older than seven. “Who is she? What is she? And how did she get in there?” The Head Girl pointed at the floor and the pentagram.

Malfoy purposely ignored Granger’s questions and he kept talking to the demon. “And what happened to your clothes, this time?” Draco fumed as he stared in dismay at her extremely expensive and *extremely* tattered robes. He crossed his arms and waited impatiently for an explanation. He was angry. That robe was extremely expensive! And *he* purchased it. Draco rarely paid for things out of his own pocket, if he could help it. It was a well known fact that this kid –who was richer than King Midas himself– was a cheap ass bastard. But Draco bought that robe for her. He even paid extra and had it shipped all the way from Japan, too, and now it was ruined! And did she care? No! Did she ever care? NO!

“She’s his familiar.” Dumbledore supplied, knowing that Malfoy would not.

“Familiar?” The girl looked appalled. “But she‘s a little girl! She‘s not even old enough to be here!”

“Let me assure you, Miss Granger,” The Headmaster informed kindly. “That Nalta is no more a little girl than I am. In truth, she is older than I am, probably even older than Hogwarts itself.”

McGonagall silently stepped back.

“What? How? What is she? A demon?” Hermione asked intrigued.

“She’s a Nightmare.” Snape clarified. Hoping that would silence the girl’s queries.

“Or what muggles call monsters.” Lupin added, inwardly hoping the same as Snape.

“A monster?” Hermione asked alarmed.

“Yes, Granger, you know the ones who hide under the bed and in the closets of little children.” Draco shifted his gaze toward the Deputy Headmistress and smirked knowingly. Oh what torments she must have endured as a kid. The thought made Draco want to laugh out loud.

McGongall took three fearful steps back and away from the pseudo child. Just being this close to the creature was bringing up bad memories of her childhood. “She shouldn’t be here!” The Gryffindor Head gasped out. “Albus, you *must* know the danger of having such a creature around the children.”

“She’s registered, Minerva, and she has been here with Mister Malfoy since he was eleven.” Dumbledore informed, gently, as he gave Nalta a reassuring smile. “And I am happy to say that she has caused me far less trouble than certain familiars.” He then looked pointedly at Hermione. For her cat had been reported for eating a number of students’ pets.

The Head Girl shied away from the knowing gaze, thus missing the forgiving wink he bestowed on her.

“But she is a *Nightmare*!” Lupin insisted. “They are said to be more dangerous than Dementors!”

“Same could be said about werewolves!” Snape cut in, with sneer.

Lupin glared at the Potions Master.

But Snape ignored him. Nalta was no gentle creature. That was true, but she wasn’t a threat either. He was *almost* certain of it. For as long as Severus had known her, she’s never really done anything more than play, sleep and demand presents that were bright, shiny or expensive, and then disappear for weeks–sometimes months– at a time. Moreover, she wasn’t really Draco’s familiar. She was Vanity’s. It was just that the Nightmare stuck around after his daughter died, so Draco took it upon himself to take care of her. In truth, Nalta was probably the most spoiled familiar in the history of familiars.

But only because she was Vanity’s.

Dumbledore let out a long suffering sigh. “Gentlemen, please. Now is not the time.” He then turned to Draco. “Mister Malfoy...could you please...” He made a circling gesture with his hand toward the pentagram. “Close that up. I don’t want any uninvited guest breaking into Hogwarts. It’s bad enough we have one missing person as it is.”


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Speaking of missing persons....

Harry was lost.

Though he was pretty sure that he was dreaming.

Well, he *thought* he was dreaming...

But living in the magical world, one could never be so sure.

Nevertheless, Harry was still lost.

After getting caught in Draco’s room, the former Gryffindor mysteriously found himself holed up in a small dark box. He wasn’t sure how he got there, but Harry didn’t doubt that Malfoy put him in there.

The Jerk.

Now, he was walking through a meadow of crystal flowers. He had no idea where in the hell he was, but the landscape was extremely beautiful and the whole area seemed serene and safe.

But it was an illusion.

The meadow wasn’t an illusion, mind you. The vibe of serenity and protection was.

The flowers and grass were made up of sharp shards of glass which were cutting through Harry’s robes and pants. If he didn’t get out of this meadow soon, they would cut into his skin.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before Harry wandered into a forest. The appearance of the lush wooded area was not so much different than the Forbidden Forest. Nevertheless, Harry felt safer here, than in the meadow. He wasn’t sure why though, seeing how this place appeared far more dangerous. Nonetheless, Harry felt secure and pressed forward, while walking over crackling dead leaves and snapping fallen twigs in his wake.

“Is that you, Vivienne?”

Harry spun around to find the voice. He couldn’t see anyone, but it was no wonder someone heard him coming.

“Vivienne...” The voice called again. “Is that you?”

“Umm... No.” The raven-haired boy called out as he peaked around a massive oak. “It’s me, Harry.”

“Sure it is.” Answered the voice. It had drawled disbelievingly.

Harry quickly changed his direction and followed the voice. He wasn’t sure why but it sounded familiar. However, it was a good thing he kept such a watchful eye out for the person, or thing calling him, because he almost stepped on the little creature.

“Trying to kill me again, Vivienne?” The tiny, little, winged serpent sneered as it glared up at Harry.

“My name isn’t Vivienne. It’s Harry. Harry Potter.” The boy replied as he crouched down. “And no, I wasn’t trying to kill you. I had no idea that you were down there.”

“Riiiight” The serpent drawled with obvious skepticism. “Next you’ll be telling me that the bumblebee didn’t send you here to steal my secrets.”

“Bumblebee?” Harry asked genuinely confused.

“Yes.. the bumblebee...” The snake repeated, but this time a little uncertain. “Didn’t he...send you to me?”

“No.” Harry gently assured as he scooped the creature up. “I don’t even know any bumblebee’s.”

“But... you wear his crest.” It pointed out as it allowed its tiny self to be raised off the ground.

Harry looked down at his black robes. Where the Slytherin crest should have been, instead there was one with a flaming bird. A Phoenix.

“I told you...He sent you to me, Vivienne.” The snake hissed and shook its head solemnly. “Didn’t you know?”

“No, I didn’t.” The boy admitted. Harry was confused to how the crest got there; however, he wasn’t clueless to what it meant.

“Don’t trust it, Vivienne... Don’t trust the fairytales... They will be the death of you yet. The death of all of us.”

Harry just stared at the little winged creature. Confused. “What fairytales, little snake?”

Bright, mercury-colored eyes widened with indignation, and the question was completely discarded when the tiny reptile snarled. “I’m not a snake! I am a dragon! Can you not see that? You have *four* eyes! Can you not see my legs?”

Harry ignored the insults and pushed his glasses back with his finger. He then leaned forward and raised the snake closer to his face, to take notice of the tiny, little, legs They were so small they weren’t much bigger than the scales. “Oh!...Now I see them! Pardon my mistake little *dragon.*” Harry laughed at the miniature beast.

“Don’t laugh at me!” The snake-dragon snapped furiously. “I can do great things. You’ll be sorry if you laugh at me!”

“Is that so?” Harry asked disbelievingly. “Even if you are a dragon. What could such a tiny creature possible do?”

“I guess I’ll just have to show you, won’t I.” The snake-dragon smirked, then whispered some words under its breath as it made a grand production of ruffling its wings.

Instantly, the forest died and rotted away, and then, the crystal meadow–which could now be seen– shattered into dust. Unfortunately, the destruction didn’t stop there. The birds and insects who were once singing and chirping stopped making any noise at all, and for as far as the eye could see, everything was eroding away until it was all....

Dead.

Even the wind seemed to stop blowing its gentle breeze.

Harry was appalled. “Why did you do that?!”

“Because I can.” It answered. Honestly and unrepentantly. The tiny reptile sounded as if he didn’t even know it was wrong.

Harry frowned. “That doesn’t make it right!”

“It doesn’t make it wrong either.” The snake countered, then asked brightly. “I am great, yes? I told you I could do great things!”

“You’re evil!” Harry spat out, disgusted. He was tempted to throw the winged creature on the ground and step on it.

The snake-dragon looked away from the boy and toward the blackened and barren land. “Does this displease you?”

“Yes!” Harry grit out.

“Why?”

“Because...” Harry started then shook his head. He was completely baffled to why this creature didn’t understand. “Because it’s wrong! You can’t just destroy something because you can.”

“Why not?” It asked confused.

“Because it’s not your right!” Harry blurted out exasperated. “It’s not anybody’s right!”

“Hmmm...” The snake-dragon chewed on it’s bottom lip and looked as if it were deeply contemplating Harry’s words. When it finished thinking, it looked back up at the boy. It didn‘t appear convinced with Harry‘s logic, but it decided to compromise. “So this bothers you then?”

The raven-haired boy looked at the little reptile as if it were stupid. “Yes, this bothers me.”

“Then heal it.” It said simply. “It’s not dead, just sleeping. I don‘t know the death spell yet.” It looked irritated by that lack of knowledge. “But... I do make a convincing sleeping spell.”

Harry looked back at the devastation. “It’s just sleeping?...But it looks dead.”

“That’s because I am great!” The snake-dragon admitted cockily. “But *you* can heal it and wake it up... You might be the only one who can.” It admitted a bit put out by that knowledge, then added as an after thought. “Besides me, that is.”

“Oh” Harry admitted a bit surprised, but not really. He already knew that he was a really powerful wizard. “But I don’t know how...How to heal it, I mean.”

“Oh, you don‘t?” Said the little snake-dragon. “Neither do I...but I will teach you how.”

“Even though you don’t trust me.” Harry reminded.

“I have no choice.” The creature sighed solemnly. “You are my muse, Vivienne.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” The raven-haired boy inquired.

“Because history is doomed to repeat itself.” The tiny reptile replied sadly. “It always does and just as Merlin was betrayed by his Vivienne, you will betray me too... Harry.”

“I will not betray you.”

The serpent looked up at the human and smiled sadly. “Sure you will....Or the bumblebee will be angry.”

“Why would he be angry?” Harry prodded gently.

“Because he knows I will never help him, but he wants my secrets anyway...” The tiny, forlorn, dragon admitted. “That‘s why he sent you to me...He knows I will deny you nothing.”

“I will not betray you.” Harry repeated. He didn’t understand why making this promise was so important, he only knew that it was. “I swear...but you must promise me something too.”

The snake-dragon narrowed its silver eyes. “What do you want from me? My life?”

“No!” Harry answered alarmed that he would even propose such a thing. “I just want..... I just want you to promise me that you won’t betray me either.”

“Oh, that‘s it?!” The snake-dragon breathed out in relief. It honestly thought Harry wanted something more than that. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you away from the wrong sort!”

Wrong sort? Harry instantly felt like ice formed in his stomach. He wasn’t sure why this conversation was taking such a familiar turn. Familiar in the way that another, whose name meant both Snake and Dragon, said the same exact thing.

“Well, if you promise never to betray me...” The reptile vowed, unaware of Harry’s distress. “Then I will give you all that I have, teach you all that I know...and... I will even love you, till my dying breath.”

“You‘ll *love* me?” Harry asked. Shocked.

The snake-dragon, thought long and hard on the question. “Eventually...” It drawled. “Possessively so. If you stay loyal to me.”

“Promise?” The raven-haired boy asked before he could stop himself. He desperately wanted someone to love him. Anyone, anything. The emptiness he constantly felt ate a hole inside him, everyday. Every second of everyday. Nonetheless, Harry was instantly ashamed after the words left his mouth.

“I Promise.” The little creature affirmed as it shifted its body and stretched out its front foot. “I suppose we should shake on it, hmmm? Make it official.”

“Yeah... I suppose...”

The very same moment Harry used his other hand and allowed its forefinger to brush against the snake-dragon’s tiny foot, in an awkward handshake....

He woke up screaming.







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Ohhh Harry’s awake. And he’s screaming and Dumbledore and the others are in the next room. How is Draco going to explain that?! (giggle)

So Harry had a vision. Does he understand it’s importance? Will he learn from it? ^___^ Or will he brush it off as unimportant. Hmmm?

I want to thank everyone who reviewed.

Without your wonderful words, assessments, complaints ^_~ and praises...I truly would wonder if writing this was worth it. So with all of my soul, I thank you so much. Thank you.


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