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Black Magic	By : waymay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: So, in celebration of October and Halloween, I came up with a new story! Don't worry -Empire will still (and always be) my baby, and it will still get my full attention. But, I figured this would be a fun story to write because of the upcoming spoopy holiday! This is a Dramione fic, so it does have a touch of romance in it. It will help enhance their dynamic though. :) This is mainly an adventure/mystery/horror/comedy fic -but fanfiction only lets you pick two! So I had to choose wisely, haha.
A shoutout to my friends Mr. Benzedrine (for helping me proof and being supportive of, yet, another idea!) and LightofEvolution (who is equally supportive and helped me with some difficult Latin translation). They both have their assortment of fanfics, and it's all amazing! Be sure to check them out when you have the opportunity.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters written in this story; everything belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I don't make any profit from these stories!
Summary: Black magic is on the rise in the muggle world, raising the dead and causing havoc. With the Aurors stumped, they call in help from experts Unspeakable Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy to assess the situation.
Chapter 1
I Call Unto Thee, Bring Forth the Deceased
"What's up, YouTube? This is Brad Michelsen, and today we're going to be playing around with black magic!"
A hooded figure of a young man leans in towards the recording device as he greets his imaginary audience. None of his features are recognizable aside from the mischievous grin dancing across his lips as he moves back from the camera. His arms are spread out to his side as he gives a grand introduction of his room.
It's a small room, though -big enough to comfortably fit a full-sized bed, a desk, a small screen television, and a few other instruments set aside in the corner. The middle of the room is cleared out, and an outline of a large circle with a star in the center is drawn on the wooden floor. It is drawn in, what looks like to be, chalk. Where the points of the star touch the circumference of the circle sit five different colored candles. All of them are lit, flickering gently in the, otherwise, seemingly still room. Aside from the faint fires burning off the wick, there is no other light. The room is dim, and the camera is able to barely pick up the man's moving form.
There is a pause in the video as the big red words pop up on the screen: Black Magic is REAL! The text stays for a few seconds before fading to where the video left off and the image starts moving once more.
"I've figured out how to..." Brad pauses for dramatic effect. "Bring people back from the dead." His hands move to the front of his face as he wiggles his fingers in a wave-like manner. Perhaps in his mind, it's supposed to intensify things. The hooded figure smirks as he moves to his table and grabs the book sitting atop it. "I received this a few days ago from a fan -thank you anonymous donor- with all these spells on how to resurrect the dead." He pauses for a moment, solemn, "as many of you know, my grandmother passed away a month back. Getting over her death -well, I'm still working on it." The man chuckles as he flips open the book to the bookmarked page.
With a deep breath, he sighs and sets the book down once again. His lips move but no sound is picked up from the broadcast, and then he nods to himself.
Brad grabs a small fabric pouch from the other end of the table before turning towards the circle. He sticks his hand into the satchel for a brief moment before he pulls it back out, his hand balled into a fist. The man turns his head towards the camera, and with another nervous exhale, he opens his fist, sprinkling the fine powder onto the center of the star. "Ashes from rotten wood." He rubs his fingers together, dusting the remaining particle, before wiping his hand onto his black robe.
The pouch is returned to its original location as Brad picks up a dome shaped object that is covered by a white fabric from behind the desk, hidden from the camera's view. As he moves the item, the camera picks up some quiet and frantic tweets. The man lifts the cover, revealing a bird cage, and he looks at the tiny parakeet fluttering within its containment. Once again, he looks over to the camera and moves the coop closer so his viewers can get a better look of the bird. "This is Chippy -my grandmother's favorite pet." The confidence in his voice wavers as he becomes unsure of himself -whether or not he wants to proceed with this next step.
"I miss her, you guys," another sigh comes from him as he moves back, setting the cage onto the table and popping open the little door into Chippy's house. His hand moves in and grabs the bird, his fingers closing in around its wings, preventing the avian from flying anymore. Brad moves to the circle once more, his feet barely touching the edge of the circle.
"Bl-blood for blood." The other hand reaches over towards the bird's head, clasping around it as Chippy desperately nips at his skin. He winces in pain, but continues on. With a deep inhale, he tightens his grip around the small creature and snaps its neck. The wiggling movement stops immediately as Brad continues to turn his hand. Cracking of the bones echoes louder than anything else as the bones snap bit by bit under his strength. Brad flinches as splatter of blood hits his face, gushing down his hands before it finally trickles down onto the ashes. A faint 'ugh' escapes his lips as he watches the powder absorb the red liquid.
He turns the bird, the fatal gash points downwards towards the floor, extracting all the blood. Once the corpse is drained, he sets the bird onto the ever growing pile of what seems like a hodgepodge of items. "A link to the deceased..." His hand trembles as he pulls away carefully not to mess up the mound.
Brad moves to the table once again, and he rips out a thin sheet of paper from the back of the donated book. He takes out a pencil from the desk's drawer and scribbles something onto the parchment. When he finishes, the still hooded man walks over to the camera, showing the audience what he wrote: Eleanor Michelsen -his grandmother's name.
"Right..." he whispers, lowering the strip, licking his lips.
With careful step after careful step, Brad makes his way to the white candle, sitting at the other end from the camera. He is almost shrouded by the darkness of the room, the glow from the candles are the only thing that illuminate his figure. "Te voco ad mortuos invocandum." The candles flicker a tad, and he pauses, looking around the room. When nothing else happens, Brad kneels down to pick up the white candle, wax pooling around the taper drips onto the wooden floor. "Te voco ad mortuos invocandum."
He holds the paper over the red ember and the fire greedily licks the slip. "Te voco ad mortuos invocandum." Brad lowers the talismen, finally allowing the paper to be engulfed by the flame. He tosses it over the pile of items sitting in the middle, but before it hit the ground, the thin sheet disappears in a poof, with no traces of it ever existing.
Brad looks at the camera as he sets down the candle over its point, "Te voco ad mortuos invocandum. Te voco ad mortuos invocandum." And he continues to chant the same phrase over and over.
Suddenly, the flames from the five candles are extinguished all at once, and the room is dark. No signs of any movement can be seen on the feed for several seconds before the fire come to life once more, blazing in all its glory. The exuberant inferno stand just short of a metre.
Brad's jaw slacks as his mouth forms an 'o' of surprise, staring at the fire. And for the first time in the recording, his face is seen. A boy no more than fifteen years of age -no wrinkles, no stubbles, and skin as smooth as a baby's bottom. He freezes for a moment, perhaps forgetting what he was supposed to do next, but quickly resumes his chanting. "Te voco ad mortuos invocandum." His voice is more frantic now and his words stumble out quickly. His chest is rising and falling as the flames continue to feast on the oxygen in the room.
"Te voco ad mortuos invocandum.Te voco ad mortuos-"
And the lights blow out once again.
There is a dim neon green light in the middle of the circle where all the items are piled up. And as if this light was making a hole in the floor, the items fall into it, disappearing. The light grows brighter as it begins to expand, eating away at the wooden surface and the chalk material. It stops at the edge of the circle; its brightness nearly blinding.
A low hum is picked up by the camera. It seems to be coming from the newly formed portal. Not a minute passes before something begins to stir the center. Something black. Something... three dimensional. It slowly forces itself out of the gateway, and it's black. A human figure of sorts.
Brad stumbles backwards, his eyes wide at the sight of his grandmother emerging. "It worked..." he whispers. Remembering he is recording, the boy stumbles around the circle, nearly slipping and falling flat on his face as he grabs the camera. "Holy shit, guys -it worked! My grandmother -she's back!" He exhales an exhilarated laugh as he points the lens to himself. "Hol-y shit."
He turns the camera back towards the green doorway, the figure seems to have almost pushed itself out entirely. Though, something is a little off. The figure stays black with no discernible features other than a pair of glowing red eyes.
"Guys... I-I-I don't know if-"
And the camera cuts out.
A snort of disgust sounded when the video ended, automatically exiting from its full screen mode on the laptop. Two pairs of eyes focused onto him as the man leaned back into his seat, a squeak sounding from the chair as he shifted his weight. He wore a scowl so dastardly no man existing on Earth could match, just as his eyes were uniquely grey in its own.
"What are you grunting on about?" His female counterpart frowned at the unintelligible noise as she clicked on the mousepad tracker, stopping the video from its countdown to the next one.
Draco rolled his eyes at her comment, "I didn't think muggles to be that daft to believe in such an elaborate hoax." He sat up, moving a hand towards the laptop, batting away hers as he made an attempt to figure out how to use the odd machine. "How do you-"
"-What are you-" Hermione tried to help him as he tapped the tracker, unsure how to move the little cursor on the screen.
"-I have it!" He snapped, shooting a terrifying glare at her. The witch knew better than to help Draco Malfoy. She knew better than anyone to help him. He was perfectly capable of figuring out this damned, stupid device! "There-" The corner of his lips twitched as he figured it out. Instead of tapping the pad, he dragged his finger along it, and the pointer moved.
It was like watching a toddler trying to figure out whether a triangle block could fit into a circle cutout -entertaining and frustrating all at the same time. Her nostrils flared, impatient. "Draco, just let me-"
He shushed her, holding a hand up to her face as the other continued to guide the mouse. It, finally, hovered over the red bar, a timeline indicator for where the viewer was in the video and clicked towards the the beginning where the big, red text appeared, reading 'Black Magic is REAL!'
She squinted her eyes at the blonde, though he continued to ignore her. Of all the parts in the video to choose, he picked that one?
"There is no such thing as 'black magic.'" He held up two fingers from each hand, giving her, and their superior, an air quote -something he'd learn from Hermione several months back. At least...he was doing it right. "And I know quite well that the dead stay dead." Draco set his hands down onto his lap as he sat straight in his chair. "While this is a joke of sorts, it's not right to bring them back -regardless of how much magic one might wield."
Throughout time, death had always been a rather touchy subject. No one truly understood the concept of the end. Why it happened? Why people died young and others live to be centuries old? Where did the souls go after death? Was there an afterlife? Was there a Hell and Heaven? Could the dead still communicate with the living? What was the purpose of death? Were senses able to be felt with no body to tether them to? Could the dead remember who they were?
And it was Draco and Hermione's job to seek out those answers.
Much of their time was spent in the Department of Mysteries, tucked away behind thick doors of the Other Worlds Room and the Death Chamber. They spent countless hours researching death and the dead. Many a times, they would even find themselves staring far too closely at the ancient archway. In front of its portal, hung a tattered black veil. Every now and then, it would flutter upwards as if wind carried through it, though the air in the room was always still and cold. While it had never been confirmed, many believe the Veil to be some gateway between the living and the dead.
They were to always work in pairs, lest one of them gets too caught up in working with the dead. It was safer to have a partner beside them, to make sure they didn't lose themselves. Sometimes, the voices were much too enticing as it drew them further into the unknown abyss. They didn't believe it at first, being able to hear the dead talk. They thought they were crazy when they first heard the whispers coming from beyond the Veil. But after working as Unspeakables for several years, there were very little things they didn't believe in.
Except the idea of black magic.
"Don't muggles have better things to do than to waste their time on some bloody, lost the plot, black magic shite?" Draco leaned back in his seat once more and crossed his leg, but not before accidentally kicking the bottom of the wooden desk, ratting the objects above. Damned muggles always making him lose his temper.
"You say that as if they sit around all day idly twiddling their thumbs." Hermione was back on the laptop, clicking away at the timeline. There was a pause in her speech, and she sighed, "But I do have to agree with Draco -why are we here, sir? What does this have to do with us and our line of work?" Her chocolate orbs shot up towards the man sitting on the other side before returning her focus back on the machine.
Before being pulled into their boss's room, Hermione and Draco were in the Other Worlds room as they were, currently, focused on figuring out whether there was life after death. If there existed such a thing, where did this life go? Would it be a parallel universe? Or do they wait in some purgatory, waiting for their souls to be recycled back into their world? Or was there a whole other world, and the souls just pass on from one plane to another? Often times, these questions go unanswered. And more often than not, their hard work goes unnoticed, but it was the possibility of finding answers that fueled their drive. They each had their own reasons.
"This video does not use special effects-" The Unspeakable sitting before them finally spoke up after listening to the two banter away like an old married couple. He was an older man, perhaps twenty years their senior, with salt and pepper colored hair and a white beard so thick and bushy, it reminded her of Santa Claus. "-Is that how you say it?" Hermione nodded at the man. Everything about him was square-ish. From his eyes to his jaws to even his shoulders -it all touched at a ninety degree angle, somehow. But as much as their boss looked like a hardass, he was known as a big, soft teddybear, allowing his subordinates to take frequent vacations and even participating in happy hour after work. "This video -this video is real, recorded live, and broadcasted to the entire world through this site, 'YouTube'. According to some of our liaisons, this video has gone viral."
A frown made its way onto Draco's lips and his brows furrowed together, confused at the words his boss was using. "Wait a minute, back to the beginning -what are special effects?"
Despite their situation, Hermione couldn't help but cough at his question while turning away from her partner to hide a laugh. He stared at her through slitted eyelids. Once she was able to swallow her laughter, she turned back to Draco. "Special effects is using technology in the computer to create various things, such as this video, to make it look realistic." Hermione wore a proud smile, as she always enjoyed being the one who knew-it-all.
A snarl replaced his frown as he listened to her arrogant explanation. He never understood why the two of them were paired off as partners. Of all the other Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries, it just had to be Hermione Granger. Working with her day in and day out drove him, quite literally, up the walls. But despite his current detest towards the witch, he needed his questions answered otherwise, they would just end up being sitting ducks. Or worse, he would have to follow her ever lead.
"What is...viral?" He spoke slowly, unsure whether he used the term correctly. "It sounds like a disease."
Of course, the witch had to speak up once again. "Viral is when media, like this video, for instance, circulates rapidly around the internet, generating millions of views in a matter of days."
Draco could feel his frustration bubble in the pit of his stomach was he was met with, yet, another word he was unfamiliar with. "What is internet?" He nearly growled.
The corner of her lips twitched as she watched her partner fidget uncomfortably in his seat. It wasn't an everyday occurrence where Draco would come across an entire world of unknown mysteries. And it was quite entertaining watching him squirm and demand a piece of her knowledge of the muggle world.
"I don't think we'll be getting anywhere with this case if we're to answer all of your questions. Shall I fetch you a dictionary?"
"Te voco ad mortuos invocandum..." Draco took a sip out of his third glass of cabernet sauvignon as Hermione poured her second, "it's not even a real incantation."
She took a seat next to him, wine in one hand and the bottle in the other, comfortable in his presence, staring at the bright screen in front of them. She set the bottle on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch, sighing into the cozy cushion. The video played in the background, though the volume was muted. They watched it silently on repeat. Just how many times did they watch the video? Ten? Fifteen? She already memorized every detail of the broadcast, from the confident grin of the boy, to the ear deafening crack of the poor bird's neck, to the shrill of kid's voice at the end. But they continued to watch it, in case there was some detail looked over.
Though work hours had long since ended, Hermione and Draco would often find themselves working overtime on their own accord, both desperately seeking answers to their own questions. Just like today, they spent their time together, either in her house or his. Tonight, it was his. However, this time, this task Unspeakable Cattermole assigned them was simply so...odd that they needed the extra time to process everything. It required them to leave the comfort of their offices at work and even leave the country to investigate this strange phenomenon. It would be their first grand adventure -if one could call it that.
They were informed the Aurors were unable to handle the case, because, while there was a body to investigate, it wasn't of the victim featured in the video. It was something, completely, out of their realm. And it frustrated them to no end not to have a criminal to pursue, which explained why they branched out to the Unspeakables for help.
Hermione pulled out the manila folder from her satchel; the words 'CONFIDENTIAL' was written across it in bold letters -as if writing it on there would prevent others from wanting to keep their noses out. She rolled her eyes as she flipped open the portfolio, glancing down at the top photograph.
It was an image of a largely disfigured...creature. It was, certainly, nothing she was familiar with, and she'd read the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them several times. Being friends with Luna Lovegood, also, gave her the opportunity to learn about undocumented creatures, as well. This one didn't ring a bell.
Hermione took a sip of her red wine as she slid the image over, revealing the next one -a closer image of the beast. She shuddered at the terrifying figure. Who would ever want to summon this kind of thing? Even if it was some sort of prank gone wrong...simply seeing it in action would give her nightmare for months.
And it didn't help that the creature donned red eyes. They reminded her too much of the Dark Lord, and she quickly skipped the page, suddenly unable to stomach any other pictures. It'd been long time since she last thought of Voldemort. The images of his pale snakelike features were still very fresh in her mind, though it'd been nearly ten years since the War. She shook her head, willing away the morbid thoughts as she continued on with her examination.
The following documents were detailed assignments for both Hermione and Draco. Each of them given an alternative identity for when they step out into the muggle world. As Unspeakables, they swore an oath to maintain secrecy of their line of work as well as their true selves. Only those who were close friends and family knew of their jobs, but nothing more.
Perhaps, it's why they often found comfort within each other -though more often than not, they couldn't stand each other's presence. Not being able to tell another soul what they did on a day-to-day basis was difficult. Hermione knew, and suffered, from first hand experience.
She delegated the work to Draco, handing several sheets of paper to the wizard, but he groaned in protest, hiding behind the wine glass. Hermione glanced over, arching a perfect brow, and continued sipping on her own poison.
"Raincheck, yeah? We have all weekend to look over this." Draco reached over and stopped the video, though it took several tries and him cursing at the screen before it finally worked.
A quiet chuckle escaped her lips as she nodded, watching the frustrated blonde try to figure out the mysterious device. "It has been a long day." She checked her watch -almost midnight. "I best head home then."
Hermione shut the 'confidential' folder and slipped it back inside her bag. As she was about to stand from the couch, he reached out, grasping a strong hand arounder her dainty wrist.
"Why don't you stay the night?"
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