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 33/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Warning: Mention of non-con HP/SB

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 like to thank everyone for their reviews for my fic. It means sooooooo very much. Thank you!!! Sorry for the delay in this chapter. RL got in the way.

Spell Master


It was a few minutes till ten-thirty as Harry made his way through the empty corridors. He gripped a jewel encrusted, alabaster box closer to his chest as he made his way toward Parliament Hall and Draco’s office. With every step he took, he felt less confident about the appointment he had with Malfoy. On top of that, the curious stares and knowing smirks he got when he left the dungeons didn’t help ease his worries either. Instead, they exacerbated them.

For the past two days he had tried to pay no heed to those looks, but his new worries on why Malfoy chose this time, brought everything he tried to ignore to his attention. So as he made his way toward Malfoy’s office, Harry thought about the last two days, and every thing which had changed so suddenly.

He thought on how he was suddenly ‘the guy to know’ in the Slytherin House.

He thought about Malfoy.

And the rumors…

About their “relationship”.

It seemed as though the second he publicly shook Draco’s hand, sparks of speculation about their relationship, ignited in every House.

But mostly in Slytherin.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to rumors about him. Harry had dealt with rumors for years. It was just that–this time– these rumors were so OUTRAGEOUS. So ridiculously outrageous that he couldn’t help but take notice of them.

They claimed that the two rivals, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, were in a long term, yet secret relationship.

Really, him and Draco Malfoy?

Preposterous!

They had been enemies since the second time they ever met!

Everyone knew that.

Their fights were almost aa legendary as Harry’s battles with the Dark Lord.

Nevertheless, some of those rumors were ridiculously logical, and unfortunately….Believable.

Harry of course denied it. Repeatedly. Then denied it one more time for good measure. But for some reason, it only made the distrustful Slytherin, and the rest of the school, even more determined to believe the lie. Instead, they chose to believe that Harry was being a “noble Gryffindor” and trying to protect their secret relationship.

Everyone, especially the Slytherins, thought it was strange that the vengeful Malfoy just *gave* his Seekers position to Harry. Never mind the fact that Malfoy was disqualified from the position. Never mind the fact that Harry Potter was the best Seeker the school had this century and only an idiot wouldn’t use that to their advantage. No, everyone decided to explain Draco’s intervention as a declaration of his devotion to his boyfriend. Harry Potter. However, there were still some skeptics, but that only lasted until Draco’s regally distinctive, and viciously aggressive, black eagle-owl gave Harry his “present” –the jewel encrusted alabaster box– in front of everyone a few minutes later.

And that was when the rumors about their “relationship” started spreading like wild fire.

While Harry ignored the world around him and tried to read the parchment inside the box, the Ravenclaws huddled around their own table and convinced each other that Potter and Malfoy had a secret love affair. They brought up the incident of when Malfoy gave Harry the answers to the test, in the beginning of the year. Though they never voiced their anger about that episode, that incident really pissed them off, but now they are attaching romantic connotations to it.

At the Hufflepuff table, the good natured badgers started to swoon over the way Draco protected Harry, after the raven-haired boy was transferred into Slytherin. They thought it was very *loyal* of the Slytherin Prince.

The Gryffindors, on the other hand, were fuming. Moreover, they had *just* realized that Malfoy hadn’t, yet, retaliated, or punished Harry, for the attack on the train. Now, they knew why.

And if these displays of –in everyone’s opinion– obvious devotion weren’t proof enough, Harry’s outburst that morning about being naked in Draco’s bedroom, doomed the truth to be *forever* ignored. Him having the last appointment of the day wasn’t helping matters either.

Everyone had their mind made up.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were dating.

Draco denied it too. But not with Harry’s fervor. Instead, he smiled his “Salazar smile” and shook his head no, as chuckled softly, with a secret type of amusement. The kind of laugh which implied a yes, while verbally saying no. It was the kind of laugh that made people believe he was a “nice guy”, and that he was only going along with the “secret” for Harry’s sake.

And just as Malfoy expected, –no planned– his easy going attitude was winning him *great favor* with the muggleborn Prefects who had, once, always voted against him, no matter what he suggested, because they believed Granger when she called him a pureblood *racist.*

Which was true.

Now, because of these rumors, Draco didn’t have to try so hard to manipulate their vote. They chose to see and accept the lie. The ‘nicer’ version of Draco Malfoy. The non-racist. Because how could someone who is dating Harry Potter –a *known* half-breed and defender of all muggleborns – be a racist?

Exactly, he couldn’t be.

Malfoy couldn’t have conjured up better PR even if he paid for it.. The rumors were putting those muggleborn Prefects right in the palm of Draco’s demonic hand.

Exactly where Draco wanted them.

Granger –who was probably the only student who believed Harry’s refutations– wanted to KILL Draco for *using* his “relationship” with Harry for his own personal gain. And yes she did know what Malfoy was doing. His muggleloving act made her want to puke! In her opinion, he was such an unbelievable, manipulative, bastard! However, what got Hermione even more upset was when she heard Draco say that *he* had planned this all along.

Harry becoming Seeker that is.

Hermione, decided then and there that Malfoy was going to be the *first* to go down by her wand when the battle started. Normally, her thoughts didn’t venture toward murder. But this was the last straw. It wasn’t that he took her credit. Though that did peeve her off greatly. It was that Harry sat at the Slytherin table, with that crooked little smile of his, and shining, wide, emerald eyes, soaking up that… FAIRY TALE… as if it were absolute TRUTH! Worst of all, she couldn’t even set Harry straight, because her friend look so *happy.* She didn’t want to be the one to hurt him.

That night, at dinner, Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table to eat, –something he rarely did anymore– and told a loud, and grand, fictitious tale about how he plotted to get Potter on the team. He said that after he had accepted his teacher’s position, he knew that he couldn’t play Seeker this year, and that Dumbledore *purposely* transferred Harry after team tryouts. Therefore, he had to create an ‘opportunity’ to get the raven-haired boy on the team, and that was where the Gryffindor’s came into play. All the Slytherin praised Malfoy, and told him how clever he was as they roared their laughter and sneered victoriously at the Lion House.

Apparently, they had all forgotten that Harry was transferred *after* the House War.

Dumbeldore sat at the Head Table and listened to Malfoy’s story as well. Though, unlike the Snakes, he wasn’t happy. He was shocked. There were moments, during dinner, when he couldn’t even eat. All he could do was sit there –completely and totally dumbfounded– and watch the young Malfoy sit at the head of the Slytherin table and smear his character with such pious *sincerity*.

It made Albus wonder if the boy were crazy. He had to be. Because the young Malfoy had just lied on him. In FRONT of him. Then looked at him, dead in the eyes, as if challenging him to deny it. And of course, *everyone* believed Malfoy. Because who in their right mind would lie on someone as powerful as Albus Dumbledore? Headmaster of Hogwarts; Order of Merlin 1st class; Grand Sorcerer; Chief Warlock; Supreme Mugwump; Defeater of Grindewalt and; Draco’s boss. Right in the old man’s face!

Even Snape looked shocked.

McGonagall urged Dumbledore to set the record straight, but Albus gave her a warm smile and shook his head no, for he knew that it would only make him look even guiltier if he protested. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t punish the boy for his lies. He knew that Draco had an extremely busy schedule; therefore, giving him Filch’s dentition duty for the next month. No, the next *two* months would be a perfect retribution for this crime of slander.

Neville had been pretty upset about finding out about their ‘relationship’ through the grapevine too. On the other hand, Blaise looked absolutely relieved. Even gave Harry tips on how to keep Draco happy.

Moreover, the way the other Slytherins treated Harry was infinitely better too. Everyone was trying to get on his good side, offering him favors and trying to include him in their circles, so that he would put a nice word in with Malfoy. Well, everyone except Pansy who, now, always looked like she was about to hex him.

Harry wasn’t sure what he did to offend her, but he kept his guard up when he was around her.

All in all, it was all very peculiar.

Harry left his thoughts once he reached Draco’s office door and knocked softly. Unfortunately, it echoed embarrassingly loud in the empty stone hall.

“It’s open.” Came the frustrated call from behind the ornately carved oak door.

Harry slowly opened the heavy door, but only enough to peak his head through. What he saw inside was a very nicely decorated waiting room and one very overwhelmed quill pusher. She glared at the paper before her then sighed as she started to write faster. Then as an after thought, she looked up at the door, and at Harry, who looked uncertain if he should enter or not.

“In or out?” She hissed nastily with displaced frustration. Because she couldn’t get made at Malfoy, the true object of her ire, because he was her boss.

“Uhh…” Harry stammered as he opened the door completely and slowly entered. “I have an appointment with—”

“Yes, I know.” The cinnamon-skinned girl interrupted as she absently gestured to the couch, on the other side of the room. “He’ll be with you as soon as he’s finished.”

Harry glanced at the closed door behind, and too the left, of her.

She rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself as she returned to her work. It was late, and she was tired, and cranky, and this job was *nothing* like she thought it was going to be when Draco offered it to her.

Harry sat down a bit hesitantly as he observed the girl. She had stacks of papers and rolls of parchment all over her desk. She looked… like she hated her job, and Harry absently remembered his conversation with Neville and how the other boy hated working for Draco too. He almost felt sorry for her.

Harry then looked around the waiting room of Draco’s office. The very fact that Malfoy had a waiting room made his office different from Hermione’s. She didn’t have one. Malfoy’s secretary was another thing which further distinguished his office from the Head Girl’s. However, it was common knowledge that Malfoy *paid* Zaira Naboo– who was actually a Ravenclaw–, for her services, from his own pocket. So even though Hermione hated the fact that Draco had a quill pusher, and she didn’t, she couldn’t actually say it was unfair.

As Harry waited, his attention was drawn, once again, to the room. It was bright in there. There was hardly any shadows anywhere, and that was very odd for Hogwarts. He then noticed that the office was tastefully decorated with expensive antique furniture, not ostentatiously so, but it still screamed of money and class. And lots of it. There was a massive mirror on the wall directly across of him. It was framed with four silver gilded snakes with emerald eyes. They didn’t move though. Nor did his reflection have a life of it’s own. And for some reason, Harry found that very odd too. Almost everything moved in the wizarding world. Especially mirrors.

Behind him hung a huge oil painting of the Hogwarts coat of arms, representing all four Houses. In front of the couch was an ornately carved coffee table, with an array of different magazines. Harry reached forward and grabbed one on Quidditch and flipped through it until he saw an ad for Excalibur. He liked the fact that he already had one in his possession. It made him feel special.

About 15 minutes later Zaira sighed out. “Finally,” Stacked some papers together, then started to quickly organize everything in the file cabinet directly behind her.

At almost the exact same moment, the door opened and in strutted an extremely furious Draco Malfoy.

“Fucking Dumbledore!” The blond hissed as he slammed the door behind him in a tantrum like motion. “Stupid, senile, bastard!”

Harry peeked over his magazine and quirked a brow. He was surprised to see Malfoy come through that door. All this time, the thought Draco was in his office.

Zaira spun around and gave Malfoy an almost frightened look but wisely kept quiet as she watched him storm toward his office. She knew what he was angry about. He was furious because Dumbledore gave him Filch’s detention duty. The unexpected obligation had thrown his whole schedule off, and therefore made him have to push his evening appointments back a few hours and to work later.

“Zaira!” Draco yelled from his inner office. “Have you finished the copies of the test, YET?”

“Not since your last revision, Sir.” She grimaced back as she hunched her shoulders and pinched her eyes shut. He was such an arse when he was irritated. No, he was normally an arse. He was an arse-hole when he was irritated. In her opinion, Draco Malfoy was lucky he was good looking. His looks made it so much easier to tolerate his disgustingly demanding personality.

Draco came out of his office and stood in his doorway. “Then what in the hell were you doing while I was gone?” He fumed in exasperation. “Replication is a simple elementary spell, and I gave you those revisions two hours ago?”

Then you do it, she mentally retorted, to herself, but respectfully replied. “I’ve just finished grading the pop quiz you gave to your 4th, 5th, and 7th years and I’ve also—”

“Just forget it.” He interrupted in a disgusted hiss and held his hand out to her. “Just give me the damn papers. I’ll do it myself. Apparently this simple task is too complicated for someone of your mental aptitude.”

The Ravenclaw bristled at the insult to her intelligence before she turned around to retrieve the papers. However, before she gave him the quizzes, she affirmed “I can do it.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “If that was the case, they would have been done two hours ago.”

“I can do it!” She protested again as she held the papers against her bosom. It wasn’t like it was a difficult spell.

Draco gave her a looked that clearly said that he had *no* faith in her capabilities in completing this simple task.

But she answered his nonverbal retort with a brilliant flirty smile. “I can do it, Mr. Malfoy. You’d be surprised at what I could do.”

Understanding the double meaning of her statement, Harry narrowed his eyes at the girl.

Draco tilted his head to the side and pursed his lips, as if he were trying to figure something out, then shook his head dismissively. “I don’t want to be here all night, Zaira.” He then went back into the confines of his office.

“I’m sure I could change your mind.” She whispered in purr, as she returned to her work.

When Draco’s door closed, Harry watched the girl quickly replicate all of the pop quizzes, then she paused and looked around as if she lost something, before shrugging the thought away. She then walked over to the mirror, ran her fingers through her hair, put on some lipstick and used the sleeve of her robe to rub the shine from her nose. After giving herself one last appraisal, she seemed pleased with her efforts and walked towards the ornately carved door behind her desk, and knocked once.

It opened by itself.

“I’m finished, Mr. Malfoy.” She announced respectfully while giving him her best come fuck me eyes.

Harry frowned.

“Did you record the grades in my grade book, this time?” Malfoy asked from inside the room. His tone clearly said he knew her game and he wasn’t interested in *her*. He just wanted her to do the job he paid her to do. DAMMIT.

She didn’t go into his office. Draco hadn’t yet given her the permission, and she had learned that lesson well. But at the question, Zaira pressed her lips into a fine line, closed her eyes, and sighed out dejectedly. She had a feeling that she had forgotten something. She just couldn’t remember what it was.

“Forget it.” Draco sighed disappointedly. “I’ll do it myself. Just go.”

“I‘m sorry. I forgot… again”.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the girl and sighed. “I don’t know why I even hired you.” Draco shook his head woefully. “You’re a terrible inconvenience, you know. I can even go as far and say that you are the absolute *worst* quill pusher I’ve ever had. And I’ve had many.”

Though the barb was cutting, Harry noticed that it was spoken –almost– affectionately. And for some reason that *really* pissed him off.

“But you won’t fire me will you?” She asked worriedly, while giving him her best doe eyes.

“No, I suppose I won’t.” He sighed. “Well, not today anyway.”

She smiled and continued. “It’s because my sister asked you to hire me. Isn’t it? ” She smiled and laughed, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She was terribly jealous of her sister, *and* of Draco’s gentle affections for her.

“How is Iman, anyway?” Draco asked, changing the subject. “It’s been a few days since I’ve gotten a letter from her.”

“Still married.” Zaira smiled and replied gently. This time however, the smile *did *reach her eyes. She was glad that her sister was out of Draco’s reach. Maybe if she was lucky, he would reach for her instead. She didn’t mind being second choice as long as he chose her. “Though she did say hello in a letter she wrote me.”

“Yes… well.. go away.” He replied darkly as he returned to his work. “I have much to do because of your incompetence.”

“….If you want…” She looked as if she were pulling her own tooth out, because she was really tired and since her flirting wasn’t working, she wanted to go to her room, but if he needed her then, “ I’ll stay and—”

“No. ” Draco waved off the reluctant offer. He really *did* have a lot of work to finish up, and she would only slow him down. “I’ll finish it up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” He assured as he continued with his work, not even looking at her. “Anyway, if you stay any longer, I will have to pay you overtime. And you really don’t deserve it. More than that ….I really *don’t* want to pay it to you.”

She rolled her eyes and left while shaking her head. Merlin’s beard, Malfoy was such a cheep ass. He barely paid minimum wage as it was.

Harry silently watched the exchange, and then watched her go. He didn’t know why, but he no longer felt sorry for Zaira. He saw the way her eyes lit up as she spoke directly to Draco. She didn’t even care that he was right here, and that the whole entire school believed them to be *dating*. No, she just completely disrespected him!

The Bitch!

Not that there was anything to disrespect, but still. She didn’t know that! Not really. Moreover, it was the principal of the whole thing. And the way they spoke to each other. Harry didn’t know why, but that pissed him off even more than her flirting. He could tell that the two were comfortably familiar with one another. It was almost strange to witness Malfoy interacting with his *friends*, because for years Harry couldn’t see Draco as anything but a bully. He thought that people only hung around with Malfoy because they were afraid to refuse to. Harry knew first hand how vengeful Draco could be on that respect. Now, however, it was like his eyes were being opened to everything he…

Lost.

It was almost disheartening.

Harry also saw the love Zaira held for Draco in her eyes, as well as the disappointment she carried because he obliviously didn’t return her affections. Which was odd because she was very pretty. Exotic even. He also saw jealousy when Draco asked about her sister. And who was her sister anyway?! And why was she able to call favors from *Draco Malfoy*?!

The very thought of that pissed him off too!

“Potter.”

Harry immediately left his thoughts and snapped his gaze toward the office. Draco was standing there, rubbing the crook of his neck. A small frown tugged at his heart shaped lips, and the blond was giving him the most intense stare.

“Uh…Yes?”

Draco opened his mouth to say something then snapped it shut as he changed his mind. “You’re late.” He stated instead.

Harry eyes widened affronted. “*I’m* not the one who’s late!” He said pointing at himself “I’ve been here for…” He looked at this watch, and realized that it was past curfew. “For over a half an hour. Your secretary said that you would see me when you were finished!”

Malfoy gave a disgusted sigh. “If that was the case, I would never see anyone.” Zaira really was the worst. She didn’t even tell him Harry was here. Not that he was looking when he came in the door. But still, it was her job to inform him. He gestured for Harry to follow him into the office. Idly, Draco wondered if he could fire her without offending Iman. It was a big risk, and he wasn’t ready to play that card yet. There was still a chance that Iman might fuck him, despite being married. She practically agreed to it, in her last letter.

“You’ll have to forgive me for rescheduling your appointment. Potter.” Draco continued in a very business like manner as he smoothed down his tie. He had gotten rid of the sweater of his uniform earlier in the day. “Dumbledore felt the need to saddle me with an unexpected duty.” He explained as he stressed the dumb in Dumbledore’s name.

“Oh” Harry commented a bit confused. “So you’re telling me that I got the last appointment because of the Headmaster asked you to do something…. It wasn’t because you wanted to....”

“To?” Draco paused, turned around and quirked a questioning brow.

Harry furrowed his brow and made an awkward hand gesture as he trailed off. He couldn’t actually say the words.

Malfoy gave him a look that was even more perplexed. “You’ll have to excuse me Potter, I know many languages but Sign isn’t one of them.” Then like a flash of lightening, he realized what Potter was insinuating and frowned. “Are you completely nutters?!”

“But everyone one said—” He tried to explain.

“Those stories are much exaggerated, I assure you.” Malfoy interrupted. “Nothing goes on in this office other than *work.*”

“I know that!” Harry snapped embarrassed with the whole conversation. Moreover, he was embarrassed that he actually believed the rumors. And even more embarrassed because part of him was disappointed.

“Then why did you ask?” Malfoy snapped back.

“What is this, an inquisition?” Potter scowled. “I was just making sure, that’s all!” God, he wished that Draco would just drop it.

“Are you saying you weren’t sure in the first place?” The blond drawled disbelievingly, then when Harry’s expression darkened even further, a slow knowing smirk tugged the corner of his mouth. “Oh.. I get it now”,

“I seriously doubt you do”

No.. I think I do” Malfoy teased in a seductive purr. “You thought I asked you here for sex and …you came anyway. Why is that Potter? Did you actually want to fuck me. Or were you hoping that I would fuck *you*?” He waggled his eyebrows licentiously.

“No!” Harry fervently denied. Sickened by the thought of what Malfoy was suggesting, he assured. “I would never!!”

“Are you sure?” Draco waggled his eyebrows, teasingly.

“Yes, I’m sure!” Potter spat out aghast “I didn’t come for that! I’m not even attracted to you! I was actually going to *reject* your advances?”

Draco rolled his eyes disbelievingly. “Sure you were.”

“I was, too.” Harry fumed. “That’s why I brought it up. I didn’t want you to think I was leading you on. I’m not even all that into …you know” Again he could bring himself to say the word.

“No, I don’t please enlighten me.” Malfoy goaded. “You’re not all that into what?”

“Sex.” Harry bit out angrily “It’s really not my thing. So I was just going to suggest that we…” He looked to the ceiling for answers, but sadly, they held none. Sighing in frustration he returned his glare toward Malfoy. “I dunno…just be friends or something. But not… you know.” Again with the evasive hand gesture.

All humor from the situation was gone. Normally, Draco would continue to tease a person with that loaded suggestion of ‘or something’ but this time he let it drop. Mostly, for the reason that he knew exactly why Harry was so adverse to sex. And for the fact that he really *didn’t* have any desire to have sex with the boy anyway. On the other hand, the very fact that Harry denied him, made him a challenge.

And when it came to sex, all Veela’s loved a challenge.

Nevertheless, Malfoy let the subject drop.

“So what is this meeting about then?” Draco asked as he walked around his large desk and sat down on a comfy-looking, dark-green, leather chair. He gestured for Potter to take one of the two on the other side. He pointedly ignored the other boy’s grateful expression, for him changing the subject.

“It’s about the information on my family.” Harry admitted in a relieved breath as he sat in the over sized chair. He quickly realized that not only was the chair too big, it wasn’t very comfortable. It made him feel like an awkward child. The raven-haired boy wondered if Draco chose these chairs for that purpose. As some sort of intimidation tactic. If he did, it worked.

“It’s accurate. I assure you.” Malfoy said in a business-like tone as he leaned back, comfortably, in his chair.

“No… it’s not that I don’t believe it.” Harry quickly assured. “I’m sure everything is right.”

“Then what’s the problem?” The blond asked a little impatiently.

Harry sighed as he put the box on the desk then pushed it toward Draco.

Cautiously, Malfoy accepted it, and then even more cautiously he opened the lid. Inside, there was a multi-folded piece of parchment made out of the finest lamb skin. When he pulled it out and opened it, it was covered with beautiful leather work and stained beautifully with the finest dyes.

It was gorgeous.

It was a work of art.

It was also written in Veelan.

But that was not the worst of it, because not only was it written in Draco’s native tongue…

His name was on it too.

Complete with royal title and everything.

Malfoy’s hands tightened into fist around the soft leather. “Abdimelech! You idiot!”

Harry quirked a brow. “Abdi..what?”

“Abdimelech.” Malfoy repeated as he half snarled at the beautiful work in front of him. “My servant. That’s his name and he’s a fucking moron!”

“So it *is* my family tree?!” Harry asked with a relieved breath as he scooted toward the edge of his seat and closer to Draco’s desk.

“Of course it is.” The blond answered automatically. “What else did you think it was?”

“I wasn’t sure because I couldn’t translate it. And everything’s written around interloping circles.” Harry made excited swirling gestures with his fingers, mimicking the parchment. “And I’ve never seen that language before. It looks strange with all of those loops, circles and pictures. What language is it anyway? I couldn’t find—”

“Look, Potter.” Draco interrupted in a tone that said he was irritated beyond belief. “Have you shown this to anyone?”

“Uh… yeah.” He looked almost contrite. But mostly because of Malfoy’s obvious ire.

“Who?” Draco demanded with a piercing glare. “Who did you show this too?”

“I..I.. showed it to Hermione.” Harry admitted almost reluctantly. “I couldn’t translate it, and none of the translation spells worked, so I asked her if she had seen it before.”

“And?” Malfoy interrupted impatiently.

“And she said no.” Harry answered even more perplexed. “Why? Is there a problem?”

“So she has no idea how to read these symbols?” Malfoy asked to make sure.

“No…” Potter answered in a confused tone. “I don’t think so …Why? It’s a real language right?” Because if this was a trick, Harry was going to hex Malfoy to Timbuktu.

“Does she have a copy of this?” Draco asked ignoring Potter’s questions.

Harry shook his head no. “We couldn’t replicate it.”

“Not even a hand written one?” Malfoy quirked a disbelieving brow. Granger wasn’t known to give up so easily. Her nosiness knew no bounds.

Harry shook his head no. “She wanted to, but I didn’t want to lend it to her.” He was scared she might show it to McGonagall like she did his broom those years ago, and have it taken away. Harry was beginning to fear that the Gyffindors didn’t want him to know about his family. “Why?”

“Because I need to know if I need to obliviate her memory or not!” The blond snapped truthfully.

“Because she saw my family tree?” Now Harry was really confused.

“No, Potter. I could care less about who you share your lineage with.” Draco derided nastily then went back to staring at the leather parchment. “Not everything is about you.” Yeah something were about *him*. And the fact that *his* name was on this tree. Right beside Harry’s in the spousal section.

What the hell was Abdimelech thinking?!

Draco was going to hex him the next time he saw the man.

“Then what’s the problem?” Harry asked confused.

Draco gave a dismissive wave. “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t concern you.”

“Of course I’m going to worry about it!” Harry snapped. “You were going to obliviate Hermione’s memory. That’s not only dangerous but *illegal* without a license!”

“Well, where I come from, It’s even more illegal for her to see what she’s seen.” He lied. Well, not entirely. But it should be. Maybe he could ask his Grandfather to make it into law. “So I will take my chances.”

“This is crazy! What’s illegal?” Harry stood up and threw his hands up in frustration. “Are you sure this is my family tree?”

“Yes!” Draco replied in exasperation. “And as for the other question, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you going to try and erase my memory too?” Harry not so subtlety gripped his wand.

Malfoy looked at the boy in front of him then pointedly looked at the wand in Potter’s hand. Narrowing his ice-colored eyes, he dragged his gaze back towards Harry’s face. “You can put that away.”

“I’d rather not, thank you.” Harry shot back, narrowing his own malachite eyes. “How do I know you won’t try to obliviate my memory too?”

“You don’t. You’ll just have to trust me.” Draco drawled suavely, as he leaned back in his chair again. He was exuding more control than he actually felt. But it was necessary. Harry looked like he was two seconds from hexing him. “But if it makes you feel better, it hadn’t even crossed my mind to erase your memory.” And that was honest to Merlin truth. Much to Draco’s displeasure.

Potter didn’t look like he believed him. “Then why would you obliviate Hermione’s –”

“Maybe because I can’t stand her.” Was the nonchalant response.

“What?!”

“Or maybe it because one has to start practicing somewhere” Came the indifferent addition.

What? Are you even listening to yourself, Malfoy” Because Harry could hardly believe his ears.

“Don’t get so upset, Potter, I’m just throwing out a plausible raison d\'être”. When Harry’s eyes became owlishly wide. Malfoy quickly waved those suggestions away with the flick of his wrist. With his other hand, he raked his hand through his hair and over his face. This was going to be a long night. He could tell. Alas, before he could even think of another excuse to why Hermione *deserved* to be obliviated, Filch barged into his office with that smelly cat of his.

Draco glared at the two for the interruption.

“To two need to be in your rooms!” The caretaker bit out in a sneer.

“We are still in a meeting.” Malfoy informed matter-of-factly. He made a small gesture towards Harry. Who had seemed to instantly calm down because of the extra people in the room.

“We all know about your so-called ‘meetings,’ Mister Malfoy.” Filch derided.

The blond gave him a cocky, and amused smirk; even though, inwardly he was wondering who in the hell started this rumor. It wasn’t even true. Unfortunately.

The caretaker let of a disgusted sniff then shifted his gaze toward Harry and curled his lip and sneered.

Draco frowned dangerously.

Assessing the boy from his head to his toes, Filch regarded the Boy-Who-Lived as if he were scum. “Can’t say that I am surprised to find *you* here, Mister Potter, after Malfoy gave you that fancy broom. I guess you feel you owe him some’thin.”

“Wh-what… are you talking about?” Harry asked confused.

“Ignore him, Potter.” Draco commanded, and he stood up and fixed the older man with a deadly stare of his own. He wasn’t sure what triggered his anger. Or why. He just knew that it was starting to consume him. Filch may have thought, Potter was the safer target, but he was deadly mistaken. Before he could even stop himself, Malfoy was gliding around his desk and towards the two uninvited guest.

The subtle darkening in the magical energy immediately alerted Mrs. Norris of a threat. Instantly, her back arched, her fur stood on end, and she hissed at the demon prince.

Years of being together made Filch instinctively step back too and look for the unknown danger.

“What in the world?” Harry gasped. He felt the air change too and started looking around as well. Surprisingly, besides Filch and Mrs. Norris –who were practically up in arms– there wasn’t anyone else in the room except Malfoy.

Was *he* the threat?

The boy’s blond hair was fluttering beautifully around his face, and there *was* an extremely dangerous glint in his silver-slit eyes.

Oh shit!

Draco *was* the threat!

Harry knew that look. It was the same one Draco had before he dislocated Uncle Vernon’s arm. He followed the direction of Malfoy’s gaze and was even more surprised to see that it was directed at Filch. “What are you doing?” He whispered nervously as he reached to grab Draco by the arm. “You’re going to get expelled!”

“I doubt it.” Malfoy hissed as he jerked his arm free.

“You’re not above the rules, Malfoy.” Filch assured nastily and with more confidence than he actually felt. “Even though you may think so.”

“Oh I know so.” Draco smiled, showing off his impressive Veelan fangs. “Just as you will soon find out that rules were made to be bent, twisted and broken.”

Catching the Head Boy’s veiled threat loud and clear, Mrs. Norris looked like she was about to attack. Filch, on the other hand, looked like he was going to make a run for it. It wasn’t like the squib could protect himself from the young wizard if the boy decided to make good on his promise.

This was insane! Harry mentally yelled as he stepped in between the two, put his hands on Draco’s shoulders and dragged Malfoy away from Filch. The slender boy was almost impossible to budge. Actually, Harry couldn’t move Draco until he repeatedly hissed into his ear that “Filch wasn’t worth it.” It was only then when Draco seemed to come back to himself. He even had the commonsense to look embarrassed by the whole affair. Nonetheless, Harry still refused to let the other boy go.

Mrs. Norris started to settle down too. But only a little. Unfortunately, Filch looked angrier than ever. The fact that Malfoy just threatened him, and Potter’s instances that he “wasn’t worth it” only made their situation that much worse. Then add that insult to the fact that the caretaker was already furious with Malfoy because Dumbledore took away the only true power the squib had over the magical students and gave it to the Head Boy. His detention duty. Add all that together, and it equates that the two young wizards were in deep shit.

And the two boys knew it too.

Expulsion was almost a given.

Not wanting to be sent back to the Dursley’s and still in between the two, Harry leaned closer toward Malfoy and –tried to– inconspicuously whisper in his ear. “Maybe you should ‘practice’ on him.”

Not understanding what Harry was talking about, Draco stared at him confused.

“Obliviate him.” Harry mouthed silently, then said very softly. “You said you needed to practice…” He gave a subtle gesture with his head toward Filch. “This is as good a time as any, if I do say so myself.”

“You know, Potter,” Malfoy whispered back with a pleased smirk. “I think you might be worthy of the House of Slytherin after all.”

“What are you two gits plotting over there?” The squib demanded to know in an angry huff. “If you were smart, you’ll stop while you’re ahead. After that little stunt you just pulled, you’re in enough trouble as it is!”

Malfoy’s devious little smirk was all the warning Harry had before the blond pulled out his wand and cast that forbidden spell. It happened so quickly, Mrs. Norris didn’t have a chance to warn her master, and Filch didn’t even have a prayer to dodge it.

Harry gave a shocked laughed as he spun around to see what happened. “I can’t believe you actually did it!” He admitted as he watched the older man stand there stunned. His eyes were open and they looked eerily blank. Harry laughed again. But there was a manic twinge to it. “Oh Merlin…” He shakily breathed out. It was only then when the severity of what they did started sinking in. “We are in so much trouble!”

“Only if we get caught.” Draco replied as he quickly turned around toward his desk and rapidly started to organize his work. “Potter, grab your stuff!”

Harry ignored the command and watched Mrs. Norris whimper and rub herself against the man’s shins, in hopes to wake him up. “Are you sure you cast it right?” Harry asked worriedly. “I don’t think he’s supposed to be stunned like that.”

“How the hell would I know?!” Draco bit out as he quickly put his stuff away. “I taught myself how to do it!”

“What!?” Harry screeched and glared at Draco. “Are you saying that you were *serious* when you said you were going to ‘pratice’ this spell?”

“Of course I was serious.” The blond drawled in a tone that said he thought Potter was stupid for asking. “You need a wizarding license and approval from the Ministry to perform that spell.”

“B-but…” Harry groaned. God he felt so stupid, for he knew that! He hurried toward the stunned man and waved his hand in front of his face. “I can’t believe you did this!... Malfoy, if you didn’t know what you were doing… Then why did you cast it?!”

“You *told* me to!” Malfoy reminded heatedly. “I wouldn’t have even considered it, if it weren’t for *you*!”

Moreover, they wouldn’t have even been in this mess, in the first place, if it wasn’t for Harry. But Malfoy didn’t dare bring that up. Because then he would have to explain that he got upset because he didn’t like the way the caretaker was looking at his…

At his what?

Fiancée?

Betrothed?

Bonded Spouse?

Oh hell no.

Draco was going to keep that last part to himself.

Harry stopped waving his hand and started snapping his fingers in front of the Filch’ face. Still, nothing happened. Filch was totally frozen. “Merlin’s balls! You probably wiped out his whole brain!”

“And the loss would be what?” Draco retorted dispassionately as he quickly placed some papers in his desk drawer. “Face it, Potter , the man was an antisocial idiot. No one is going to miss his less than stimulating personality.”

“Oh my stars!” The raven-haired boy whimpered and he dragged his hand through his hair. “You wiped out his brain.”

“Just think about it this way,” Malfoy tried to soothe. “We did the world a favor. Filch was a squib. A waste of space. We should get a medal or something.?”

“You wiped out his brain!” Harry accused with a hateful glare. “Right now, you should be more worried about not going to prison than getting a medal.”

“Me?!” Malfoy yelped completely affronted.

“Yes, you!” Harry yelled back pointing accusingly then repeated angrily. “YOU wiped out his brain!”

“It was your idea. Lest you forgot!” The blond reminded just as angrily. “So I believe that constitutes a *we*!”

Harry seemed to shrink on himself as he remembered and accepted that it *was* his fault too. “I didn’t mean it.” Potter denied desperately.

The angelic innocence of Harry’s denial enraged the demon prince. “The hell you did!” He was not going to take this rap alone. And that repentant face would definitely get Potter acquitted.

Harry raked his hand through his hair again and looked around nervously and desperately “We’re going to be sent to Azkaban aren’t we?!”

”Not if we don’t get caught.” “Draco assured as he ran a nervous hand through his own floating hair. “Potter, listen to me alright. Just do as I say, and no one will ever have to know what happened tonight. Alright?”

The raven-haired boy swallowed thickly but gave a trusting nod.

“We were never here.”

Harry looked at him stressfully confused. “Of course we’re here.”

Draco shook his head and quickly walked toward his accomplice. Crystal eyes bore into emerald, and Malfoy put his hands on the other boy’s shoulders. “No. Potter. We left right after Zaira. Do you understand that? We weren’t here when Filch made his rounds.”

“But what if he tells?”

“He won’t.” Draco assured. “But if by some miracle he does remember, we’ll deny it. If we are united in our story, it would be his word against the *both* of ours. Do you understand? As long as we don’t freak out and start confessing to anyone, we’re innocent.”

“But what if someone saw?”

Draco shook his head again and assured “No one saw. No one besides Zaira even knows we’re here.”

Harry gave a panic shake of his head. “That’s not true! A lot of people know. They kept commenting on how I had the last appointment of the day.”

“Hmm…” The blond pursed his lips as he thought about this new complication. A few moments later, he decided “Don’t worry about them. I was in such a foul mood earlier Zaira would surely testify that I would have sent you away.”

Shocked by that statement, Harry whispered. “But what about you?

“I’ll be okay.” The blond smirked “There won’t be any proof.” He held up his wand. “I made it myself.”

“What?” Harry asked mystified. He blinked a couple of times as he stared at the ugly little wand in Draco’s hand. And boy was it ugly! It looked like it had worts all over it. “You made your own wand? Why?”

The blond shrugged. “Because mine was broken, no thanks to you.” He glared at Harry. “And because they said I had to wait until the equinox for my replacement, but after I saw the price they expected *me* to pay, I told them they could keep it.” He frowned at that memory then stated proudly. “So I made my own.” He gave Harry a cocky wink “So don’t worry about me. It’s not like I can’t make another one. The first wands were unstable but despite its appearance, I think I got the hang of it now.”

“So what are you saying? That you’re just going to trash your wand?” The very thought of that brought chills to Harry’s skin. He would never even think of trashing his wand. He’d sooner get rid of an arm or foot.

Malfoy shrugged. “Sure why not? No wand, no proof, right?” He smiled warmly, trying to calm Harry down. “Now that you mention it, it’s sounds like a good idea to me. Hell, I might even make a business out of the idea of disposable wands.” He laughed “I’m sure I’ll make a mint.”

Harry still wasn’t convinced. “But what if *something* saw?” He gestured to the furniture in Malfoy’s office.

Encouraged by a new get richer scheme, Malfoy assured Harry with a lot more calm than he felt before. “I de-charmed everything the day I got this office.” He gestured around the room. “The pictures, mirrors, and everything else are as ordinary as muggle furniture.” He smiled out “So don’t worry. Besides us, there’s no witness. We’re free.”

At that moment, Mrs. Norris unfortunately made her presence remembered.

The two boys looked at her. Harry looked panicked and Draco looked pissed. And the poor cat didn’t even have time to dodge the same spell which inebriated her master.

“I can’t believe you cast it again! And on Mrs. Norris,too!” Harry yelled as he stared at the now stunned cat. “You don’t even know what damage you did to Filch!”

“Who *cares* about Filch!” Malfoy yelled right back. Because he *didn’t*. Moreover, he was tired of trying to pacify Harry. The boy had been through worse incidents at a younger age, so Draco couldn’t understand why the former Gryffindor was freaking out, now. “Potter, unless you want me to have to cast it on them *again*, I suggest you get your fucking stuff so we can get the hell out of here before they wake up!”

Harry turned around and noticed that Draco was throwing the rest of his papers into his briefcase.” What are you doing?”

“Getting out of here.” Malfoy grumbled. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Harry cast a regretful glance toward Filch and Mrs. Norris then quickly walked over to the desk and grabbed his parchment and put it in his alabaster box. “But what are we going to do about them?” He gestured toward Filch with his thumb. “We can’t just leave them here.”

“I know that!” Malfoy hissed as he threw his briefcase on his desk, walked around it again, and toward the irritating caretaker. “Wingardium Leviosa “Both the man and the cat were lifted off the ground. Then with a flick of his wrist, Draco threw them out of his office, the waiting room, and into the hall where they landed with a painful thud. “There! One problem solved.” He swished his wand and both the door to his waiting room and office closed. He then clapped his hands together, as if ridding himself of some imaginary dirt. “Happy now, Potter?”

Happy? Harry was dumbfounded at Malfoy’s callousness.

“Come along, Potter” Draco commanded as he grabbed his briefcase. “Let’s get out of here before the squib comes out of his stupor.”

Still reeling from the shock of watching Filch and Mrs. Norris getting thrown out like yesterdays trash, Harry followed Draco almost dazedly. He wasn’t sure why he was shocked. He had already known that Malfoy was a horrible person. It was just that over the past few weeks, with Draco being so...decent to him. Well, he had forgotten. It was only when Malfoy opened his office door again, and they walked through, did Harry come out of his own stupor.

“We’re in the dungeons!” The former-Gryffindor exclaimed as he looked around. They were not only in the dungeons but in the Slytherin commons.

Malfoy surveyed the room to evaluate the number of witnesses, and how he would deal with them. Fortunately, there was only one person in the room –reading a book by the fireplace– and that person would easily keep his mouth shut. Not because he was afraid to tell on Malfoy, but simply because he didn’t care about other peoples concerns. When Draco’s gaze fell to the person, Theodore reluctantly looked up.

“Nott.” Draco said with a slight nod, as a way of a greeting.

“Malfoy.” The boy answered back, with an identical nod, then returned to his book.

Theordore Nott, had always been a loner in Slytherin. He never had any desire to join any cliché. Nor had he any care of what the others did around him, just as long as he wasn’t implicated in their crimes. He was also one of the few people, in *this* magical world, that Draco Malfoy truly respected. But Theodore didn’t really care about that either. Ever since his father was killed in front of him, he barely cared about anything anymore.

Encouraged by the fact that the apathetic Nott was their only witness, Draco then returned his attention back to his companion. Or should he say, accomplice. “Don’t look so surprised that we’re back in Slytherin, Potter. You knew where my office was!”

“Yeah, by Parliament Hall!” Harry sputtered dumbfounded.

Malfoy gave him a queer look. “That’s just the public entrance because as Head Boy I need to be accessible to members of every House. Everyone knows that.”

“Well, I didn’t know that!” He’d been taking the *long* route– at least a 15minute walk, depending on how the halls and the steps wanted to magically rearrange themselves– all this time. When all along he only had to go to the commons room.

Draco just shook his head and rolled his eyes. It was too late for this the conversation and he was tired. Unfortunately, Potter still looked like he had something to say, so Draco quickly interrupted. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

“But I thought—”

“You should get some sleep” He interrupted then turned on his heel, and started heading toward the direction of his own room. Which incidentally was the opposite direction from Harry’s. “Good night, Harry. I bid you adieu.”

“But..” Ran over and caught up with him. “We still have some time don’t we?”

The shook his head no. “Don’t forget we play Gryfiindor tomorrow.” Malfoy added as he tried to quicken his pace. “You need to be at 100%”

Forget? How could he forget? Despite the use of Neville’s soap, Harry’s body was still sore all over from the grueling practice. Draco was an even harder task master than Oliver Wood ever was. Ever could be. Moreover, because Draco didn’t have to concentrate on being Seeker anymore, he could focus on the way his team practiced and run the same drills until he deemed they perfected them.

“I didn’t forget.” Harry assured as he clutched his jeweled box closer to his chest. “It’s just that… I was hoping you would translate my family tree...”

Malfoy inwardly groaned. “It’s late.” He repeated. He had a bad feeling he wasn’t going to get out of doing this.

“I know…” Harry reluctantly agreed “But we can do it here.” He gestured to the black leather couch.

There was a pleading in his tone which chipped at Malfoy’s stony heart. He sighed and turned back around. “We can’t stay here, Potter. Professor Snape is going to make rounds in the commons any minute.” Fortunately, that was the truth.

“Oh…” Was the forlorn response, but then Harry perked up remembering that Malfoy had his own sitting area. “Then… can we go to your room?”

From the other side of the room, the usually unconcerned Therodore Nott glanced over the edge of his book. For once, he was actually interested. He wondered what Malfoy was going to say. It was common knowledge that Malfoy didn’t invite anyone into his room. Not since he became a Prefect in his 5th year, and stopped sharing them.

Not knowing that they were being observed, Malfoy smirked victoriously as he reminded “I thought you said you never wanted to go into my quarters ever again?”

“No,” Harry clarified with a similar smirk. “I said I never wanted to be in your *bed* again.”

“WHAAT!!!!?” Theodore mentally gasped as his brow rose into his hair line.

Malfoy sighed already knowing that he was going to lose this battle. Still, he urged again. “It’s late, you should rest.”

“I can’t…”

Draco arched a disbelieving brow. “You can’t rest?”

Harry sheepishly scratched the back of his head. In truth he’s had chronic insomnia for years now. But that was mostly the result of Voldemort’s ghastly visions, but Malfoy didn’t need to know about that. “I mean… I can’t rest because all I can think about is my family tree.”

Draco narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips.

“Really…I’m to the point of distraction.” Harry proffered. “I mean… You saw how difficult it was for me to just follow the snitch at practice.…It’s all I can think about and… I’d hate for that to be the reason I miss it tomorrow.” He fluttered his eye lashes and smiled sweetly. He wasn’t sure why he added the gesture. It just felt right.

Draco narrowed his eyes even more. “Is that so?” He was not buying what Harry was selling. Although because of Harry’s fake, flirty expression, he wasn’t so upset about doing this favor. It looked so silly, and so exaggerated, he was actually fighting an amused smirk.

Potter gave a sheepish grin and hoped that Draco was buying his story. “Yeah that’s so….”

“Fine, Potter.” Malfoy hissed. “Give me the damn parchment. I’ll translate it tonight and give it to you in the morning.”

“Well,… if you’re going to do it tonight…” The raven-haired boy gave an even more sheepish grin. “Then I might as well come along… I’ll be up anyway just thinking about it. This way, I’ll be there when you’re done, and I’ll be sure to get some sleep and be rested for tomorrows game.”

“And just what exactly are you going to be doing while I translate this?”

Harry shrugged. “Talk to Pagan I guess. I have some questions for him anyway.”

“Who?” Malfoy asked confused. Because there was no way in hell, he was going to allow another person into his room.

“Oh your guardian.” Harry explained. “His name is Pagan.”

“And why would you want to speak to him?” Draco asked distrustfully. If Potter was trying to get dirt on him, then he was cruising for a bruising hex.

Knowing where Malfoy’s malicious thoughts were taking him, Harry quickly reassured. “He knew my mom! She was Head Girl, remember?

“I remember.” Malfoy assured, but he didn’t look like he believed Harry’s reason for wanting to talk to his guardian. Pagan might have protected her door, but she was a muggleborn. For that reason alone, the Slytherin animated beast wouldn’t even care about her.

Despite Malfoy’s obvious distrust, Harry continued anyway. “I was just recently informed that she spoke parseltounge too. Just like me! ”

“Understandable…” Draco commented in a forced, unsurprised drawl. “It’s an inherited gift. You had to get it from somewhere.” However, this bit of information did make him more curious about the linage of Harry’s mother. All this time he thought Harry got it from his pureblood father. Normal muggleborns didn’t have such magical gifts. Yet, Harry’s mother did. Very peculiar.

“Yeah, but *I* didn’t know that, and I certainly didn’t know that I got it from *her*.” Harry was surprised at Malfoy’s non-reaction. Personally, he was still reeling from it. “I was always told that it was a curse…and that I got it from… You know..” He didn’t dare say the name. Not here. Not in Slytherin. Instead, he gestured to the scar on his head.

Understanding the gesture, Malfoy asked exasperated. “Who *told* you that?!”

“You know who.” Harry whispered sadly as he gave him a watery eyed, beseeching look.

Malfoy just shook his head and rolled his eyes in disgust. The lies just kept coming and coming. In his opinion, those Gryffindors should really be ashamed of themselves.

“I just want to know about her….” Harry continued in a choked whisper. “I know Pagan knows her. I was told they were friends.”

“Then why haven’t you spoken with him?” Malfoy inquired suspiciously.

“I guess could have…” Potter mused “You did give me the password to your room, after all.”

On the other side of the room, Nott’s eyes tripled their size. He couldn’t believe his ears. Malfoy giving his password, to his private chambers, to someone was unheard of.

“But…I wanted to ask you for permission to talk to Pagan first.” Harry continued “I didn’t want you to think I was spying on you, or something “Harry gave him a wet eyed, pleading look. “That’s also why I made this appointment. To ask you if I could talk to him. But you’ve been so busy, I’ve hardly had the chance to talk to you. ”

Not only busy but also avoiding him, Malfoy mentally admitted. And he changed that password the same day. Nevertheless, and despite is reservations about Harry’s true intentions, Malfoy’s icy heart to broke in half. And what was left, was a feeling, and a desire, to never see that broken hearted look on Harry’s face ever again. There was also anger. Anger at all of those *lying* Gryffindors who cloaked their treachery under a shroud of nobility.

“Come on, Potter.” The blond begrudgingly relented as he snatched the alabaster box from the other boy. “Let’s, at least, try to get this thing translated before daylight. Unlike you, I have much to do tomorrow.”

When the two boys disappeared around the corner, Nott closed his book, laid it on his lap and let a bemused smirk tug on his mouth. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He whispered to himself. “The rumors were true.”

Tbc.

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A.N. I know, it’s been forever. (sheepish grin) Sorry. I’m sooooo sorry. I’m still trying to adjust to my RL. It’s kicking my arse.

Sorry about the error. I tried to catch them all.

Yes, the next chapter will deal with Harry’s family tree. ^_^ And Lily.

Thank you for continuing to read this fic. I know, its been many years, in the making. Thanks for your patience.

I love you all. You make writing worth it.

And I promise that Book 6 won’t make me stop writing Spell Master. I’ve decided after Book 5 that this is completely. AU. But of course it is. The Snakes are the Hero here. ^_^

Again
Thanks for your patience, with me. Because I really am sorry for the delays between posts.

Hugs and love
Babychan

March 2005