Ival Pythonica

A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its characters, etc. They are all the property of J.K. Rowling. For no profit of any kind, I am simply borrowing her characters for a short while. Only the Original Character of Megan Malfoy is my own, though her last name is borrowed from J.K. Rowling.

“Now Anna, I will ask you this once politely, but only once. Open the book and reveal the contract to us. If I have to ask again you again, it will not be a very polite interaction at all. ”

Dumbledore sounded as if he were asking Anna to pass the salt at the dinner table, not open a deadly book with a killing curse contract right inside. He looked calm, tentative but calm.

“Veritaserum or no Veritaserum, I will fight with all I have not to help you save her!” Anna spat the words at Dumbledore as she stood, her eyes never leaving the man’s face.

“It is not a matter, lass, of the potion. It is the concept of doing the right thing.” Moody stated.

“Do the right thing? You freak of nature, how dare you question my motives! I am doing what is right and what should be done to people like that bitch and her family!”

“That is enough!” Dumbledore shouted.

“No, let her finish. I want to hear this.”

Everyone in the room stopped and turned suddenly to Megan, who was getting to her feet. Lupin tried to stop her, but Megan waved him off. She walked to the center of the room and stood in front of Anna.

“Megan, you shouldn’t have to endure the filth that will undoubtedly come from her
mouth.” McGonagall started to walk over to Megan.

Megan put out a hand to stop McGonagall.

“In your weakened state, my dear, it may be best if you did not subject yourself to anymore abuse.” Dumbledore gently advised.

Megan’s eyes never left Anna’s as she said, “No, I need to hear this. I want to know.”

“Well, if you must, then proceed.” Dumbledore waved a hand at the others who were edging closer to Megan, ready to help her in any way. “Give her some space, if she needs help,
I am sure she will ask or we will sense it. For now, Megan must get the answers I am sure she so desperately seeks.”

Everyone backed up towards the walls but continued to watch closely.

“So, what is it you want?” Anna sneered at her.

“Well, first . . .”

Megan hauled back and punched Anna with all the strength she could muster. Anna staggered back. She lifted her head up, touched her split lip, and pulled back the fingers and seeing blood, laughed.

“My, my, Megan Malfoy I didn’t know you had it in you. Feels good to hurt someone, doesn’t it? It feels good to see their pain, their anguish, especially their blood. Doesn’t it” She spit in Megan’s face.

Megan wiped off the blood and shook her head.

“I have one question to ask you. The serum will have kicked in by now, so I know you’ll tell me the truth. Though, frankly, I bet you would tell me anyway, just to see me hurt more.”

“You’re one-hundred percent right. I would anyway. So, ask me?” Anna raised her eyebrows, mockingly.

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

Megan punched Anna again and this time Anna fell to the floor, spitting up blood. Still she looked up Megan and laughed.

“You actually have to ask? I would have thought a brain like yours would have discovered the obvious reason by now, at least. However, I’ll humor you.” Anna smirked, blood dripping from her lips.

“Yes, please, humor me.” Megan growled at her, looking down.

Anna stood and crossed her arms across her chest. She glared at Megan.

“What have you got that I, Gina, Britney, Alison, and Meredith, don’t?”

“A brain or maybe a conscious?” Megan said sarcastically.

“Still don’t get it? Okay, I’ll give you a hint, what we haven’t got, that you do, you have another one of their kind in this room. In fact, he’s seething right now over what I have done. I love the fact I get to both of you at once.’ She barked out a laugh and looked at Snape.

Megan looked at Snape and his face betrayed the answer. He gripped his forearm unconsciously and closed his eyes in realization. Megan sighed and looked back at Anna.

“I get it. I still have my father, Lucius Malfoy and I have the protection and friendship of Professor Severus Snape. They were both Death Eaters. Your fathers, who were also Death Eaters, are now in Azkaban serving life sentences with no possibility of parole. So, why curse me, Lucius’ daughter? Why not curse Snape or my father instead?”

“See that is the thinking of someone with a conscious, someone with innocence who cares. I wanted to do the worst possible damage I could. By cursing you, I get to hurt you, Lucius, Snape, and a defender of the Light. Everybody hurt, all wrapped up in one neat little curse. Not bad, huh?” Anna laughed darkly.

“Yes. Before tonight I thought you were just evil. Now I believe you to be worse than the Devil himself. And what did you mean by ‘a defender of the Light?’”

“It’s all in the contract. But, of course! You haven’t read it yet. Trust me, when you do, you will have wished I had just let you die.”

“We’ll see about that. Now, go open the damned book and let me decide what I would rather do with my own fate!”

Megan grabbed Anna and with surprising strength dragged her to the desk. She threw her the last few steps so Anna had to stop herself from crashing into it with her hands.

“I would like to say it was the potion you people thrust down my throat; however, I want to see the look on everyone’s faces when the contract is read aloud.”

Dumbledore handed Anna the protective gloves but she refused them. Suddenly she slammed both hands, palms down, upon the sharp, scaly surface of the book. When McGonagall gasped, Anna just hissed and sighed in ecstasy.

“I like the pain. Plus, I need my blood to release the contract. So, this kills two birds with one stone.”

Anna touched a bloody finger to each corner and said:

“I am of the purest blood. Reveal your secrets to me.”

The book opened as quietly as Dumbledore’s had. On the title page Anna placed both bloody palms down and began to recite a spell in loud voice.

“I AM THE OWNER OF THIS DEADLY TOME,
TAKEN FROM THE VERY DEPTHS OF MY HOME.
IN VERY DARK DEEDS I USED THIS BOOK,
IT IS UPON THE CONTRACT I WISH TO LOOK.
SHOW TO ALL THE PAGES I WROTE OF FATE,
IN HOPING TO KILL THE OBJECT OF MY HATE.
WITH MY PURE BLOOD I NOW UNSEAL,
WITH MY PURE BLOOD LET THE CURSE BE REVEALED!”

Anna stepped away as the book flew into the air and spun wildly, a hot gust of wind blowing through the room. Megan nearly fell on the floor but banged into Snape instead. Dumbledore grabbed his desk and McGonagall a chair. Moody and Tonks had both grabbed Dumbledore’s desk as well. Lupin clung to a nearby pillar. Anna, on the other hand, stood with her head back and eyes closed as the wind blew around her in a circle. After a moment a smile formed on her lips and she raised her arms in the air, smacking her two bloody palms together.

The book stopped spinning. A piece of parchment rolled out of the book and fell on Dumbledore’s desk. Dumbledore reached down and began to scan the curse. After a few minutes of reading, he stopped, shook his head and then seemed to reread it. He looked up at Megan and then at Anna, only to look back at the contract again.

“Well? What does it say, Albus?” McGonagall leaned over his shoulder and started to read it.

“Oh!” McGonagall turned pale and covered her open mouth with her hand.

“What’s wrong, Headmaster? Don’t you want to share with the rest of the class?” Anna smirked at him.

“This is not funny, young lady! How could you do this?” McGonagall’s voice was high-pitched with amazement.

“Actually, it was so easy.”

“Would somebody care to tell me what the hell is going on? I’m getting a little nervous over here.” Megan said.

“Why don’t you read it out loud, Headmaster? Everyone will have to read it eventually, so why not skip passing it around?” Anna remarked.

“I cannot possibly imagine reading this aloud! Megan has been though enough without further embarrassment!” Dumbledore turned red with fury and embarrassment of his own.

“Fine, have it your way, Headmaster.” Anna walked forward and flicked a few drops of her blood at the parchment still in Dumbledore’s grasp. Then she closed her eyes and said:

“WITH MY BLOOD, AS THE OWNER, I COMMAND THIS BOOK,
TO READ THE CONTRACT ALOUD FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T LOOKED!”

The book spun again but with no wind. The document in Dumbledore’s hands took on an eerie, red glow. A deep voice that seemed to come from the book boomed through the office. It recited the contract as Anna had commanded, not missing a word.

“I, Anna Kenning, along with Gina Martin, Meredith Hallent, Britney OcMaken and Alison Courtney do curse Megan Malfoy with Ival Pythonica. We chose as our punishment lack of sleep. After three weeks, if our demands are not met, she will slip into an aware comatose state. Her body will deteriorate while she feels everything and then dies. Our demands and all their conditions must be met, no potions, spells, or cures exist other than our demands. This curse, once signed and sealed in blood of the signers, cannot be reversed or taken back. The only way to ensure her survival is to complete the following:

1.) From Dawn until Dusk Megan must spend her time with Remus Lupin, always in his presence.

2.) In that allotted time period, Megan must make love to Remus Lupin at least once.

3.) From Dusk until Dawn Megan must spend her time with Severus Snape, always in his
presence.

4.) In that allotted time period, Megan must make love to Severus Snape at least once.

5.) During her time with Severus Snape she must sleep in his bed with him, even if she cannot sleep.

6.) In all cases that sex occurs, both parties must have an orgasm.

7.) Megan must call them by their first names for the duration of the curse.

8.) The sex must include: kissing, caressing, whispers of sweet words, calling of
first names and pleasurable ecstasy for both parties.

9.) When greeting and parting, Megan must kiss Remus and Severus.

10.) THIS PATTERN MUST LAST SEVEN DAYS CONSECUTIVELY TO BREAK THE CURSE.

All parties who have signed this document agree to these terms and have sealed this document with their blood in the shape of an x.

Anna Kenning X Gina Martin X Meredith Hallent X Britney OcMaken X Alison Courtney X


The voice stopped talking and the book fell back to the desk, slamming shut.

Everyone in the room stood silent, mouths half open in shock.

Anna looked around the room and laughed, loud and long.

“You should see the looks on all your faces! Merlin! This is better than the actual cursing part, well almost.” She grinned at Megan.

In turn, everyone looked at Megan. Megan just sat there and blinked. There was no emotion on her face, it was white as a sheet of paper but there was no expression.

“Now, Megan, what was that bit earlier about letting you decide what to do with your fate? Well, now you know the alternative and I bet death would feel pretty good by now, huh?”

“No, but this will feel just as good.”

Megan reached behind her and filled with rage, grabbed her wand. She pointed it at Anna and screamed:

“CRUCIO!”

Anna fell down on the ground and writhed with pain. She wailed and screamed but Megan just continued to torture her.

“Megan, NO!” Dumbledore shouted. Megan ignored him, entirely focused on hurting Anna.

“Expelliarmus!” Dumbledore commanded and Megan’s wand flew out of her hands to him.
Anna stopped writhing and got to her knees, panting.

“Oh, that was nice. Do it again.” Anna’s face twisted into a sick smile.

“You, Anna Kenning are one sadomasochistic individual and I hope you rot in Azkaban!”

“Not before you rot in your grave, bitch!” Anna spit at her again.

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” Dumbledore’s voice shook the walls of his office. “Moody, Tonks, take Anna and the other girls to Azkaban to await trial. I will send a copy of the contract and my memory of this meeting to you as soon as I can.”

“No problem, Dumbledore.” Moody said grabbing Anna by her arm. “Off we go, lass. Maybe we can swing by and say hi to dear old dad.” He grinned.

“I’d be glad to.” She looked over her shoulder as they were stepping into the fireplace. “Have fun shagging the mongrel and the overgrown bat!” Her laughed echoed as they disappeared through into the Floo Network headed for the Ministry.

Megan looked at Snape, at Lupin, at the fireplace and at her own hands, which were bruised and bloody from punching Anna.

“Megan, are you alright?” McGonagall asked.

Megan looked at her. Then just collapsed onto the floor and passed out.

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