Spell Master

Author: Babychan

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

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R

Series: Yes. Chapter 3/?

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. This is also the re-edited version.

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.: Please be gentle with your reviews. This is my first fanfic.

Spell Master

Draco easily made his way through the crowd of witches and wizards. Seeing how they parted from him. However, the chattering noise of the hundreds of excited witches and wizards was starting to wear on his already short patience. Then to top it off, it was extremely warm for this time of year. The Slytherin felt like he was two seconds from blowing a fuse.

As he walked toward the train, he periodically glanced at his mother. He wanted to make sure that she was okay. He knew how she felt about the wizarding world. She hated it, for it reminded her of his sister’s death. Draco was surprised that she made it two days without going into a depression. He didn’t believe she could do it, when she said that she was going to be strong for him.

As Narcissa walked beside her son, she looked at everyone as if they were beneath her and not worthy to breath the same air as she. It was surprising that for such a gentle creature, she could give off the illusion of being extremely cold. An ice queen would be a good description of her public disposition.

By looking at the two Veela royalty as they interacted with each other, in public, one would think that the foundation of their relationship was set upon ice. While the parents of the other wizards and witches were fretting over their children, before they got on the train, Draco’s mother walk coolly and at an arms distance away from her son. She didn’t smile at him, or make a big show about how much she was going to miss him. No, instead she walked him to the train looking elegant, yet bored and a bit put out.

Draco on the other hand, looked as if he didn’t even notice her existence.

However, what people didn’t realize was that Draco and his mother were very close. The extreme reserve they showed in public was the result of ingrained royal etiquette. Though they never, or rarely, touched in public, in private Narcissa constantly touched Draco when they were together. It was simple things, like a light brush on his cheek with the back of her fingers, or an simple touch on his hand. It was her way to assure herself that he was still alive and not a figment of her imagination. For after Vanity’s death, she had many illusions of seeing her daughter alive. The child was always at an arms reach away and forever untouchable. Draco understood his mother’s phobia and always allowed her to alleviate her fear without complaint.

Also, being the only child with three parents, Draco was spoiled. Very spoiled. But the person who he could always count on to spoil and praise him incessantly was his mother. When his fathers said no, she always said yes.

However, there was always a first time for disappointment.

After Draco found out that he was the Child of the Equinox, or the new Spell Master, the High Mage flicked his wrist, and the next thing the Slytherin saw was darkness. When he woke up, his mother was sitting on his bed, holding his hand and watching him. She warmly chided him for writing spells. Then assured him that she wasn’t upset, for she already knew that he had that gift. Before he could question her knowledge on the matter, she gave him a one-of-a-kind charmed blank tome for him to write his spells in and practice his craft. She told him that the High Mage had visited her, in secret, after his birth and gave her the blank tome to give to him when he was ready. The book was made to help him perfect his craft, for the spells he would write in it would change colors and tell him whether the spell was considered dark, light, wandless, or needed a potion to accompany it.

Draco was surprised that his mother knew and neither of his fathers did. Usually, the situations concerning knowledge was reverse. But the boy always suspected that there was more to his mother than what she allowed everyone to see. Sometimes he would stare at her, when she wasn’t aware, and see an unfathomable amount of knowledge in her crystal blue eyes. It would be then when he would swear that if he asked her the secrets of universe, she would know them. However, he never confronted her with his, for he didn’t entirely believe it himself.

When Draco asked her about being the Child of the Equinox, she denied him the knowledge and told him that it wasn’t his time know.

“Bloody adults and their fucking secrets!” The flaxen-haired teen mentally grumbled. He hated being out of the loop.

“What was that, love?” Narcissa asked sweetly, and mentally.

Draco’s crystal gray eyes widened in remembrance. He had forgotten that his mother was a telepath, who would sometimes pick through his thoughts without being invited to do so.

“Mother!” He mentally fumed as he outwardly scowled. The boy didn’t have the ability of telepathy but since his mother had already synchronized her thoughts with his, they were able to mentally communicate. “You promised you wouldn‘t do that anymore! What if I was thinking perverted... I mean private thoughts!”

The woman pressed her lips together to hold back a giggle. “It’s just that you looked so serious. I was curious to what you were thinking.”

“Well, if you must know..” He drawled spoiledly. “I was thinking about ---”

“Trust us, Draconis,” She interrupted knowingly. “The less you know right now, the safer you will be.”

“Then why even let me know at all?” The boy mentally pouted as he started looked around. He glanced at his wizard watch, then searched through the crowd again. His friends were late.

“It was written in the stars that you would find out in your seventeenth year.” She answered mentally and knowingly. However, her attention was drawn somewhere else, and she cut off the mental link with her son.

Draco glanced at his mother then looked away. Ever since Vanity’s death his mother was *really* into divination. She seemed to have a fear of not knowing what trials she would have to deal with in the future. So because of this fear, she pushed her infatuation of divination off on him. It was because of her insistence that Draco took all three of Trelawney’s Divination classes, at the same time. Though he later quit the all-encompassing Divination class, he did stick with her Runes & Tarot class and the Astrology class. Those two were more reliable in his opinion, than deciphering dreams, looking into crystal balls, reading tea leaves and other such nonsense.

Draco looked at his watch again and snarled. His friends were really starting to piss him off. If they didn’t hurry the bloody hell up, they weren’t going to find a free cabin. And that meant that they were going to have to bully their way into getting their own. And *that meant* that they were more likely than not going to get in trouble. Ever since last year, a few professors started riding the train as regulators. And seeing how all of the professors, minus Snape was out for his blood, the Slytherin didn’t think it would be a good idea to start the year off on a bad note. There would be plenty of time for that later.

“Draco darling!!”

The boy was pulled out of his thoughts and looked to his left. Pansy was pushing her way through the crowd as she walked toward him in huff. Millicent was following close behind her and happily waving at him like the blond ditz that she was.

“You’re late!” The flaxen-haired boy snapped.

“It’s not our fault.” Pansy assured in a pout. “Blaise wouldn’t leave his manor until his hair looked right.”

“I seriously don‘t know what took him so long.” Millicent offered. “It looks the same as it always does, in my opinion.”

Pansy nodded in agreement to Millicent’s statement then continued with what she was saying “Vincent and Greg are getting our luggage.”

“Oh and I think Blaise is on the train already.” Millicent said rolling her eyes. “You know his cherub is probably already on there.”

Draco rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe that his best friend was still dating that Gryffindor. However, knowing that Zabini was on the train already did alleviate the stress of not having a cabin.

When Draco looked to his right, to check on his mother, she was gone. Instantly, fear surged through him. He wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t like she couldn’t take care of herself or that she was prone to wondering off. It’s just that...she was gentle in mind! So of course he tended to constantly worry over her, like the rest of the males in his family. Without being too obvious, he searched the crowd for her. He found her on the other side of the platform talking to a first year.

“I’ll be right back.” Draco informed the two girls in a brisk tone. “When the others arrive, tell them to go ahead and get on the train.”

The Slytherin prince returned with his mother about ten minutes later. By then, the crowds of wizards and witches had thinned out to only a few stragglers, and Pansy.

“Did Vincent and Gregory make it or did they get lost *again* this year?” Draco asked in an irritated fashion. This was why he waited outside for them. Goyle and Crabbe were too inept to find the big red train themselves. Usually, Draco took them to the station, but even then, they managed to get lost. Last year, they somehow managed to slip away from him and they mistakenly boarded a muggle train. A fucking MUGGLE train, for crying out loud!! It was just about to leave the bloody station and go to who-knows-where when Draco realized that they were gone.

“They’re inside the train.” Pansy assured tiredly as she wrapped her arm around his. You’ll never guess where they ended up this year.”

“I can only imagine.” Draco drawled and rolled his eyes.

“Ready?” She smiled.

“In a minute.” Draco said as he shimmied out of her grip. “I need to see my mother off.”

“Want me to wait?” She asked as she tilted her head to the side and twirled one of her golden curls around her finger. She was trying to look seductive.

It wasn‘t working. “If you feel you must.” Draco sighed with frustration, then turned away from his on again off again girlfriend and turned toward his mother.

As he walked Narcissa toward the magical wall, he asked in a whisper. “Mother, why did you want me to meet that first year?” Draco was referring to the child she was talking to on the other side of the platform.

She answered ominously. “You will know when the time is right, my son” When he rolled his eyes in frustration. She smirked and pulled out her wand. “I have something for you, Draconis.”

The boy immediately brightened up. He felt that he was due another gift, especially since she made him befriend a fucking first year even before he knew what House the kid was going to be in.

Narcissa said a short incantation and an ornately carved teak box appeared with ‘pop.’

Draco knew it wasn’t anything dark since she gave it to him in public, but he was curious of its contents anyway. “What is it?”

“Rune cards. And before you tell me that you already have some, I figured you needed a new set.”

The boy shrugged then opened the box that bore the 7th House insignia on it –which was a snake with wings. He was immediately taken back when he saw what was inside. “But these are yours, Mother.”

The princess’s set of runes were thousands of years old and written upon gopher wood. The were said to be the original runes used by the high Mages in the ancient world. Without even touching them, the young prince could feel their magic.

“Are you sure you want to part with them?”

“Trust me, my son, you will need them more than I this year.” She smiled at his confused expression. Then let him in on her little secret. “They are going to lead you to your destiny.”

In a flat unbelieving tone, he repeated. “My destiny..... Mother you know me well enough to know that I make my own destiny.”

A knowing amused twinkle shimmered in his mother’s eyes as she gave him a bemused smirk. Draco was so much like his father. Both his fathers ,actually. So arrogant. So very very arrogant.

She gave him a warm smile despite her up bringing. “You’re not listening to what I just told you, my son.” She tapped her chest lightly with her finger, but the action was meant to tell him something much more vast. She could tell by how his brow subtlety furrowed that he didn’t understand. So she tried to explain. “I will agree with you that you do make your own destiny. But these Runes will guide you on your path.” She lightly gestured to the cards “You can’t always rule your life by merely the decisions of your head. Sometimes you have to listen to your heart as well.” When she heard his passing thought to her statement, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Then she mentally assured. “Heavens no child, I am not telling you to act like a Gryffindor!”

“Good!” The blond teen bit out. “Because I’d rather die a slow and painful death than stoop that low.”

She laughed again. “Draco dear, sometimes you can be such an extremist.” She composed her mirth and continued. “All I am saying is that there must be a balance within you. An *equal* balance....And Draconis, once you learn how to listen with more than just your ears, see with more than just your eyes, and rely on more than just your intelligence.... Then that’s when all the secrets will be revealed and...nothing will ever be hidden to you again. ”

The young prince looked into his mother’s eyes as she spoke, and he saw it again. That look of infinite wisdom. And for the briefest of seconds, he took her advice and opened himself to her and was truly connected with her. And for the first time, he really felt that he knew her..... *And* her biggest secret.

“Gentle in mind my arse!” Draco mentally fumed.

For years the boy and his two fathers had been walking on egg shells around her and catering to her every whim, to make sure that they didn’t upset her. Through his entire stay at Hogwarts, Draco would use portkeys to visit her in the palace at least three times a week! No matter how busy he was. His father did the same. And the guilt he knew Severus felt for leaving her, he was pretty sure that the Potions Master did the same as well. And all this time, Yes, all this fucking time she had been FAKING!! Faking stupidity, faking her fainting spells, faking weakness, faking EVERYTHING!!! Well, if she thought that he was going to continue babying her, then she was out of her blooming mind and sadly mistaken!!!!

Narcissa could tell that her son just followed her advice and now the boy had unfortunately figured out her secret. Needless to say, she wasn‘t exactly pleased. However, she didn’t comment on it. Instead she said. “Go, now...Before you miss the train.” In a disarmingly warm voice. And when he was about to say something about his new revelation about her, she silenced him with a gentle goodbye kiss on the cheek.

For about five seconds, Draco just stood there with his crystal gray eyes glazed over. When he came to, he shook his head, to shake off the lethargic feeling.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Narcissa asked sweetly.

“I dunno... I feel dizzy all of a sudden.”

“Oh.” She said concerned. “It’s probably the heat. Love, you’d better get on the train.”

He nodded slowly in agreement, then asked gently and with genuine concern. “Mother, are you feeling alright? Is the heat bothering you as well?”

Narcissa gave her son a warm brave smile. “I told you, Draconis that I was going to be strong for you. So please let me be strong. Okay?”

The boy nodded, but his concern was still evident. “Well, I’m going to go to the train now, so you can hurry up and get out of this weather. But I will visit you in the palace as soon as I get a chance, alright?”

She gave him a beatific smile then said pitifully. “You are such a good son, Draco...I just wish that I was stronger...and not so--”

“Not another word.” He interrupted warmly. “I’ve told you this before.... I couldn’t ask for a better mother...And even if I could, I wouldn’t.”

Narcissa look down, making her long eye lashes brush against her alabaster cheeks. She looked almost shy in the gesture. It was a completely false gesture though, but it looked genuine. And it was an act that she didn’t mind playing, for she knew that she was probably the only person in the entire world to hear such tenderness in her son’s voice. That goes the same for Lucius and Severus.

“You should go now, mother. I don’t want you getting sun poisoning.”

She looked up sweetly and nodded before she left. When Narcissa was sure that her son couldn’t see her, she breathed out in relief and smiled at her cleverness. Draco didn’t even realize that she had oblivated his memory with that kiss. It was a shame that she had to do that to her son, but it had to be done. Draco, being the Slytherin that he was, would have told her secret to his fathers, for a price of course. And she couldn’t allow that to happen. It had taken her three years to mentally recover from her daughter’s death and the next six years to prefect that dilapidated state. The Princess decided along time ago that as long as the pain of loosing her child was still there, she didn’t want, and wasn’t going to, deal with any unnecessary drama. So if that meant that the men in her life had to walk on eggshell around her for the rest of *her* life, then so be it.

However, she did feel a pang of quilt, for she knew that the knowledge she shared with Draco, then took away, would have led him on the path to his destiny quicker. But she decided not to worry about it too much, for she surmised that once he stepped on that train, Draco would already be on that path toward his destiny, whether he liked it or not.




tbc
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Thank you so much everyone who read my fic and special thank to:

master of time-thank you so very much for the compliment. I was really worried about ooc. I can’t promise you that it will always be this way. sorry But I pretty certain Draco won’t ever be fluffy.
WildfireFrienship- thank you :)
Demeter-thank you. And I agree with you that Slytherin’s aren’t all evil. They just have different views and maybe they’re just a tad bit desensitized ;) I’m going to try and explain my version of why they believe what they do.
Heaves_beyond-Thank you :)
Bienfoy-Thank you. I think that my chapters will actually vary in length. Sometime they might be long sometimes short like this one. I hope that’s ok.

Thanks again everyone. Even those who don’t review. ^_______^
xoxox
baby chan