Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R

Series: Yes. Chapter 2/?

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

It was September 1st.

“Finally.” Harry Potter sighed as sought to choose his train cabin and make his way through the crowd of excited first years.

For the first time in years, he was actually early. He was more than glad to be away from the Dursley’s; even though his staying with them, this summer, was probably the most pleasant in his entire life.

How was that possible?

Simple. They were terrified of him. Actually, the truth of the matter was that the Dursley’s were terrified that they would upset him, in fear that Harry would inform his psychotic friend Draco.

The Gryffindor snorted angrily at the idea of him and Draco being friends. Friends. Ha! That was the last thing he and Draco were, and ever bloody well will be!

The only reason the Dursely’s believed that the two archenemies were friends was because of what happened exactly one year from this day.

~~~~~flash back~~~~~~

Harry and the Dursley’s finally arrived, in the parking lot of King’s Cross Station. They were late, as usual and Harry was mentally trying to prepare himself for all the drama that was to come. He just hoped that he could get through it without any witnesses, *this time.*

So when his aunt and uncle started yelling at him to get the hell out of the car, he wasn’t surprised. Nor was he surprised when his uncle refused to help him retrieve his trunk out of the back of the car. He also wasn’t surprised when Dudley started antagonizing Hedwig by pulling a feather from her back. No, he wasn’t surprised at all, because it was now almost a ritual for his family to harass him one last time before he left for Hogwarts.

A pain filled screech from the snowy owl made the wizard drop his trunk on the ground and run over and try to grab the bird cage away from his cousin.

“Hey, boy!!” The large balding man angrily growled after he heard the loud slam of the trunk against the ground. He kicked his car door open and stomped toward the back of the car. “You bloody well better not have scratched my car when you let that trunk of devil shite fall out of the back!”

At that same moment, the blasting sound, of the heavy bass of wizard music announced the arrival of a long, sleek, black Rolls Royce limousine into the parking lot.

Harry took notice of the automobile and groaned. The occupants of that luxury vehicle were the last people he wanted to have witness this domestic abuse. When Hedwig cried out again, he returned his attention to more dire problems. The raven-haired boy gave his owl an apologetic look and tried once again to snatch its cage from his pudgy, cousin’s sweaty grip.

Dudley immediately put a tighter hold on the cage’s handle. “Nuh uh!” The porky teen said dumbly, yet cruelly. “Me and the birdy here are saying our goodbye!” When Harry tried to grab the cage again, the porky teen punched Harry in the stomach.

The young wizard doubled over in pain just as Vernon started screaming, irately, about the damage done to his new car.

On the other side of the parking lot, six teens got out of the elegant vehicle and turned to watch the spectacle with keen interest.

Gasping for the air that was knocked out of him, Harry tried to scramble to his feet. Unfortunately, he didn’t quite make it. Vernon, his furious, over weight uncle, grabbed the top portion of his hair.

“Did you see what you did to my car, you insufferable ingrate?” He screamed as he dragged Harry, on the ground, by the hair, toward the back of the car. He shoved the boy’s face against the bumper, knocking his glasses off. “You destroyed my car!”

Harry tried to focus on the area where his uncle was pointing but didn’t see any damage. Mostly because he couldn’t see. Nevertheless, Harry knew that there wouldn’t be any damage to the bumper because he carefully took his trunk *out* of the car before he dropped it on the ground to save Hedwig. Vernon was just being an ass. As usual.

“I know you did it on purpose!” The man menacingly accused, then tightened his grip on the raven locks; painfully, making Harry’s head tilt back. “I’m going to make you pay for this you miserable, evil, little wretch!” Vernon raised his heavy fist to pummel the wizard child.

On reflex, Harry closed his eyes and tried to prepare himself for the hit.

It never came.

It wasn’t until his uncle released the hold on his hair, did he slowly and cautiously pry his eyes open. He wasn’t sure if this was a trick to hit him while he was off guard.

Luckily for him, it wasn’t.

“I don’t think so.” Hissed a small, slender figure adorned in a white polo shirt and khaki chino‘s.

The young Gryffindor’s eye’s opened wide as saucers as his gaze trailed to the blurry svelte figure.

If Harry had his glasses on, he would have seen that the person was none other than Draco Malfoy. He would have also seen that Draco’s small, delicate, hand held the fatty wrist, of his uncle, in a vice grip.

Vernon tried to viciously wrench his wrist from the hold but couldn’t budge it an inch. Instead of being able to free himself, Veron’s actions only seemed to anger the young Slytherin. None the less, it didn’t stop the ol’ man from trying, again and again and again. Once Vernon accepted that he wouldn’t be able to free himself by his own devices, Draco smiled broadly, purposely showing off his perfect, tiny, white teeth, then jerked Vernon’s wrist down, dislocating the man’s shoulder with a loud sickening ‘POP!’ .

The man cried out in anguish as he grabbed his shoulder with his other hand. Dudley, Petunia and Harry cried out as well, just because they were unprepared for the sheer violence of it all.

Vernon slumped to his knees and doubled over. The man felt like he was going to be sick, from the pain. Then another person dressed in a dark blue and white striped polo and blue jeans, stepped forward and grabbed the man’s neck in a strangle hold.

Vernon blubbered fearfully and choked out. “Why are you doing this?.....W-what did I ever do to you?”

“Nothing at all.” Drawled a smooth tenor voice right before the blond snapped his fingers.

On command, Harry’s uncle was slammed into the side of the car. The impact created a large Vernon sized dent and shattered almost all the windows in the car.

Petunia screamed even more hysterically and jumped out of the car after being sprayed with shards of glass. After seeing what happened to his father, Dudley threw Hedwig’s cage on the ground and ran to the other side of the car.

Immediately after he heard Hedwig’s cage fall, hard, on the cement, Harry turned around and ran toward his owl. While making sure she was okay and brushing off the glass that covered the both of them, he heard someone chime with malevolent sweetness.

“I think somebody got on Draco’s bad side.” Pansy giggled maliciously.

“Ya think?” Blaise chuckled.

“Draco?” Harry whispered, unbelievingly, to himself. He crouched down and patted the ground until he found his broken glasses. After putting them on, he slowly –very slowly– turned around to see if the voices were telling the truth. He wanted... no needed to see if *Malfoy* really did save him from his uncle’s wrath.

“You called, Potter?” The Slytherin drawled in a sarcastic velvety voice, without shifting his gaze from the large man in front of him.

Crabbe who was the person tormenting Vernon, chuckled dumbly at this friends sarcasm.

Harry’s breath got caught in his throat and jaw dropped in astonishment. It *was* Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, and his #2 archenemy. He shifted his gaze toward the other people around him and to his horror, there was the rest of Slytherin Court.

Instead waiting for Potter’s answer, Draco crouched down in front of the fallen man, pulled out his wand, from only God knows where, and pressed it between the man’s brow. “What makes you think that *you,* a fucking *muggle,* has the right to lay hands on a *wizard!*” Draco turned his head, slightly, and glanced at the Gryffindor, then back at the man and said “Even if that wizard is Harry *Potter*.”

The disgust in which Draco said Harry’s name made the raven-haired boy frown and the other teens chuckle.

“You know who they are, Harry?!” Petunia hatefully screamed, through her tears as she pointed at Draco and his friends.

“They’re probably his friends mum!” Dudley cried as he tried to hide his large body behind his mother.

“*Friends*?” Pansy scoffed scrunching her small nose.

Millicent followed up with. “Hardly” Then both girls giggled.

“Who’s the muggle, Potter?” Blaise asked curiously as he ignored the very thin older woman, who was now screaming at them to leave her husband alone.

“M-my uncle.” Harry admitted abashed. God knows he didn’t want them, of all people, to see the happenings of his home life.

A true look of surprise graced Draco’s features. “Really?” He drawled with a smirk on his thin heart shaped lips. “You’re uncle *beats* you?” He didn’t even try to keep the amusement out of his voice. “And what did you do to deserve this beating from your uncle?”

The way Draco said ‘uncle’ was as if it were a curse. Harry was embarrassed, but he admitted the truth. “Nothing.. I didn’t do anything.”

Draco raised an elegant brow in astonishment. “So you’re telling me that he was about to beat your face in.... for nothing?” After Harry nodded, Draco’s face became dangerously serious. “Does this happen often?”

Malfoy’s expectant gaze was like a versatium, and Harry couldn‘t stop himself from answering. “Yes.”

The blond-haired boy’s eyes narrowed angrily and he nodded knowingly. His reaction was as if this observance just substantiated every thing he ever believed about muggles. And in a way... It did. He turned his attention back to Vernon and smirked. “I think I will do you a favor, Potty.”

“Huh?” The boy looked confused. “What do you mean favor?” He ignored the insult to his name.

Draco turned his head to look at Harry again and gave him a beatific smile.

The raven-haired boy’s breath caught in his throat. It was as if time stood still and it allowed the Gryffindor to take in and appreciate the sight of Draco. It was almost as if he was seeing the fair-haired Slytherin for the first time, again. And this time, he noticed the other boys flawless, milky-white skin, his slender chin, high cheekbones, tiny aristocratic nose, piercing ice blue/gray eyes, outrageously long and thick eyelashes, and heart shaped pouty mouth. Harry never noticed these things before because Draco always glowered and snarled at him at every opportunity. Harry wasn‘t even sure why he was noticing it *now.* Nonetheless, in Harry’s opinion, Malfoy...looked like an angel. Pure and innocent.

Well, he looked angelic until that gentle smile turned into something frighteningly demonic.

When the Slytherin’s smile widened, to show off his tiny, white teeth, sharp, cobra-like. Veela canines began to grow and reveal themselves.

“He’s a Vampire!!” Dudley cried out as he tried to hide behind his mother, and she tried to hide behind him.

Harry backed up in fear. This was an unexpected predicament.

Blaise smiled encouragingly at this new development and started chanting. “Kill him, Draco, Kill em!”

Harry just stood there, petrified with fear.

Vincent and Millicent, Gregory and Pansy soon joined in on the chant.

Draco smiled broadly showing off his deadly teeth and drawled a hiss. “Yessss...I think I will.”

“I think you won’t.”

In eerie unison, six Slytherin’s turned their attention to the person, who dared interrupt their fun.

Harry turned around as well. The person who interrupted their sadistic merriment was a small, unattractive man with sort of a weight problem. However, the man’s looks didn’t matter to the Gryffindor because as much as Harry hated his uncle, he didn’t want to see him killed. And he was grateful that someone arrived to stop Malfoy.

“Mr. Malfoy, I would advice you and your friends to leave Mr. Dursley alone.”

“And if I don’t?” Draco sneered as he barred his fangs.

The small pudgy man narrowed his eyes, dangerously, and pulled out his wand. “Don’t make me make you regret that choice, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco was about to say something, then closed his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and looked the man over as if to assess his magical capabilities. After he was finished , a mischievous, secretive glint shimmered in his exotic eyes and a sardonic smirk graced his perfect lips. A second later, he stood up and stepped away from Vernon. “You’ve convinced me, *Professor.*” Draco said with heavy sarcasm. “I don’t want *you* to have to make *me* regret my choice.”

Immediately after Draco’s statement, his friends laughed.

Whether they were laughing at Draco or if they felt that the professor’s threat was a hallow one, Harry couldn’t tell. But either way, Draco spared his uncle’s life. When the six Slytherin’s walked and disappeared into the station, Petunia ran to embrace her husband. She cried hysterically as she watched him cough and wheeze for air.

The older wizard breathed out in obvious relief and shook his head in regret. “That boy is evil.”

Harry nodded in agreement then added “I think he’s a vampire too.”

The professor shook his head no. “He‘s Veela.”

“Oh, right.” Harry commented and nodded even though he didn’t understand the ramifications of what was said. So he took a mental note to ask Hermione about it when he saw her on the train. “So you’re a professor?” The Gryffindor asked curiously.

The man nodded proudly. “Yes, actually. My name is Professor Geta. I am the new DADA teacher.”

“Oh.” The boy said as he tried to hide his disappointment. Harry had hoped that they would bring Lupin back. He then asked. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at the school?”

The man shook his head no good naturedly. “Dumbledore assigned some of the professors to ride the train from now on. He doesn’t want another attack against a student like the one in your fourth year.”

Harry looked at his feet guiltily. He knew the man was referring to the attack on Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

“Don’t feel bad, Harry.” He man soothed, then whispered. “They deserved it...But don‘t tell anyone I said that. Okay?”

Harry looked up, smiled and nodded. It was then he noticed the destroyed car and his cousin and aunt crying over an injured Vernon. “Do you think that he would have really killed my uncle?”

“I’m...not sure.” Geta sighed and looked at the boy. “Why did they start harassing Mr. Dursley anyway? Did they do it because their muggles?”

“Well...in a way, yeah.” Harry started but was interrupted.

The professor nodded knowingly. “I’ll make sure that Dumbledore knows about their behavior. I wonder how smug Mr. Malfoy will be once he‘s --”

“No!” Harry interrupted. “He...Malfoy stopped Vernon from beating me into a bloody pulp!”

“What?” The man looked completely shocked.

“Yeah...” The Gryffindor continued sheepishly. “Malfoy and his goons were actually taking up for *me!* He slapped his forehead and groaned “God, I’m so bloody embarrassed.... I just know that the git is going to blab to school that he saved the Boy-Who-Lived....I can just see it now. ”

The man ignored Harry’s turmoil and asked “Yes, but *why* did he save you? I thought you two hated each other?”

“Oh, I assure you we do hate each other.” The boy nodded enthusiastically “Every much so. However, the reason he came to my... rescue ” Harry grit out the last word in disgust. “And I quote Malfoy ‘A fucking *mudblood,* doesn’t have the right to lay hands on a wizard. Even if the wizard is Harry Potter’.”

“Oh” Geta said surprised, but not completely. After he composed himself, he informed briskly. “Well his reasons still don’t give him the right to kill a muggle. And I still think that Dumbledore should know how little Malfoy and the rest of those future Death Eaters value a human life.” He turned to the boy beside him. “And watch your language, Mr. Potter. Even away from the school, I am a professor. ”

“Sorry.” Harry looked away in embarrassment. Then said sheepishly “Sir, I’m not one to ever condone the actions of a Slytherin... but don’t you think that you are over reacting a bit?.... They *were* only helping me.”

“No, I don’t think I am.” The small man said absolutely, right before he pointed his wand at the Dursley’s car “Reparo” In a flash, the car was looking as good as new. This in turn, scared the crap out of Dudley, literally, and he ran away. The professor didn’t bother to chase the boy. Instead, he pointed his wand at the two remaining Dursley’s, said “Obliviate” and wiped their memory of everything that happened.

~~~~~~end flash back~~~~

The reason Harry had a peaceful summer was because professor failed to erase Dudley‘s memory. Because of this fact, the boy was able to tell his parents what happened. Harry let out a sad sigh as he thought about last years DADA teacher. He wondered if the man did that on purpose and for that very reason.

In the Gryffindor’s opinion, it was a shame that Professor Geta had a personal, and sometimes obsessive, vendetta against the Malfoy’s. Harry and most of the school, except the Slytherin’s liked the man. They also liked the fact that he wasn’t afraid to give Malfoy hell. The professor believed that Lucius partook in a raid that killed his family. It was probably true; even though, there was no proof. Unfortunately, the man tried to extract revenge by trying to do the same to Lucius . Yes, he tried to kill Draco Malfoy with a powerful hex.

It happened at the end of the sixth year, when everyone was leaving Hogwarts. For the second time that year, Draco was attacked from behind, on school grounds, while he was minding his own damn business. If it wasn’t for the boy’s private training, the Slytherin would have died. But luckily the flaxen-haired teen had lightening fast reflexes and was somehow able to create a bubble shield around himself right before the hex hit him. Then almost immediately, the boy pulled out his own wand and cast a vicious and almost illegal spell on the man in retaliation. Everyone was stunned speechless. For the fact that one: Draco had performed wandless magic when he created that shield. That in itself was supposed to be impossible. What they didn’t know was that Draco used a Veelan technique, or demon magik to create the shield. Two, everyone wondered what the HELL was that hex he used. The professor was writhing on the ground and screaming like he was being tortured. And third, and the most shocking: a TEACHER tried to kill a STUDENT!

It was rumored that the reason for Geta’s actions were because Draco had taunted the man into insane anger before he left. Others said it was payback for the fire in the Great hall during the banquet. Everyone believed that Draco started it, but no one could prove it. Another rumor was that the man had planned this all along and that he was screaming something about “an eye for an eye” before he tired to hex the Slytherin. Whatever the reason, his attempted assassination failed, and the professor was now locked away in Azkaban.

Absently, the Gryffindor entered an empty train cabin and took a seat by the window. Idly, he wondered when Hermione and Ron would show up. He also wondered if they still believed that Dumbledore took up for him, or if they had finally forgiven him for being the only one who didn’t get punished for casting a hex on Malfoy. It *was* two years ago, after all. Then Harry thought about his summer, and how they didn’t even owl him, not even on his birthday. However, he did get an invitation from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to stay with them the last few weeks of summer. But Harry declined the offer. Because Ron hadn’t owled him. Harry knew that his friend didn’t want him there and the raven-haired boy also had the suspicion that they were only inviting him out of obligation.

When Harry heard what Draco did to all his friends, on the first day of his fifth year, the seeker immediately owled Gringotts and told them to use some of his fortune to pay off the Weasley debt. However, he didn’t ask the Weasley’s if it was all right to do this because he knew that the crimson-haired family was extremely proud and they would have refused the offer of his financial help. So Harry paid their debt off in secret. He didn’t expect praise or even a thank you. He just wanted to help his friends. But when Ron found out about it, instead of being grateful, he was furious.

Hermione later explained to the young seeker that Ron had always felt like he was in Harry’s shadow and now, because he used his money to pay their debt, his red-haired friend now felt indebted to him. In Ron’s opinion, the Weasley’s maybe poor, and they may have owed the debt collector a shit load of money, but they were never indebted to anyone. Until now. And it hurt his pride.

Harry sighed and rested his forehead against the cool glass of the window pane and moped. If he could take back what he did, he would, if that meant getting his friend back.

Absently, he watched and envied all of the other happy witches and wizards as they meet up with their friends and caught up. It was also then when he noticed the crowds begin to part on their own and the Human Imperius Curse sauntered toward the train with his mother beside him.

Harry groaned at the sight of Draco He had a bad feeling that it was going to be another long year.

tbc

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Thank you so very much for reviewing. :) I’m so excited I was jumping up and down :)

I know this chapter is not as long as the first one. Its just I was trying to explain some things in that one Like why Snape is so hateful, Why he and Draco are so close. And that even Slytherin can be friends with each other. ;)