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 34/?

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

“You killed him!”

“I killed him?” Harry tore his gaze away from the rolling doll head and glared at the blond demon in front of him. “What do you mean *I* killed him?” He spat dangerously as he pointed at himself.

“What do *you* mean? What do *I* mean?” Draco shot back in a terrified rush. His crystal eyes were as wide as an owls. He made a wild gestured toward Harry’s hand. The one the other boy used to point at himself. The one which still held that decapitated “stress ball” “You killed him!”

The raven haired boy wildly shook his head no, then thrust an accusing finger toward Malfoy. “*NO, it was *you* who killed him!”

“Me?!” Draco spat angrily. “How do you figure?”

“*You’re* the one who bought the damn voodoo doll!” Potter yelled as he still, unconsciously, squeezed the life out of the doll. “*You’re* the one who stole the damn lemon drop! *You’re* the one who combined the two and you’re—”

“The one who POPPED IT’S DAMN HEAD OFF!!!” Draco cut in, in a hysterical shout as he pointed an accusatory finger right back at the raven haired boy. “And for Merlin’s sake, Potter, put the damn thing *down* before you tear it in half this time!”

Harry’s jaw snapped shut as his gaze shot toward his hand. He blinked twice in surprise that he was still holding the decapitated voodoo doll. Then unexpectedly, he let out a wail of pure anguish as he clutched the damn thing to his chest.

“Here… just give it to me.” Malfoy tired to sooth after he noticed Harry’s eyes becoming wide and watery. “I’ll get rid of it and…Dumbledore was old anyway… no one will be the wiser. They’ll just think he passed on in his sleep or something.” Unless of course, his head actually *did* pop off. But Draco wasn’t even going to think of that possibility just yet. He was barely keeping his own frazzled nerves in check as it was.

“I didn’t mean to kill it!” Harry admitted manically as he backed away from Draco and toward the fireplace. The way his gaze kept skittering around the room, he looked like he was looking for a place to flee. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to kill it! You believe me right?”

“Potter…step *away* from the fireplace.” Because if Harry was going to run, there was no better escape route than that.

Harry held the headless doll closer to his body and shook his head no.

“Oh for crying out loud, Potter!” Malfoy huffed as he stomped over to the other teen and tried to pry the doll away from Harry. “Let...it…go!”
“No!” The slightly older teen screamed as he struggled to keep a firm grip on the dirt-made doll, while not causing it any further damage.

“Potter…” Draco said in an exasperated sigh. “Just hand it to me, alright. There is nothing we can do for it now. So I don’t see any point in allowing the evidence to incriminate us.” Him in particular.

“Maybe if we glue its head back on—”

“Are you even listening to yourself?” Malfoy shrilled. “This is so unbelievably and irrevocably terrible!…” The frayed edges of his distressed nerves were now showing. “Do you have a wrackspurt in your ears or something? Because I *cannot* honestly believe that you do not understand calamitous ramifications of our actions here this morning!!!”

“Of course I understand the *ramifications* of what we did!” Harry ground out . “I’m just not ready to get rid of it yet!”

Draco felt like screaming. Instead, he just stared at Harry as if the boy were crazy and spoke very slowly. “Potter, we’ve got to divest ourselves of this voodoo doll before someone traces Dumbledore’s death back to *us*!” His nerves were shot, and he was only a few seconds from loosing his human shift and falling back into his true form.

Harry shook his head no and doubled his grip on the doll. “What are you going to do with it?”

Malfoy looked at the other boy as if he were stupid. “I’m going to destroy it! What the hell do you *think* I’m going to do with it? Make it a fucking doll house?”

“No…” Harry sniffed and poked out his bottom lip.

His pitiful expression caught Draco off guard.

Harry saw that as his chance to use his momentum and snatch the doll away. He twisted his footing and position so that his back was now pressed against Malfoy’s chest. Unfortunately for Harry, his plan backfired. Malfoy recovered quickly and now the blond not only had a firmer grip on the doll but his arms were now wrapped around Harry, thus trapping him.

“Let go, Malfoy!”

“No, *you” let go!”

Harry shook his head wildly, hitting Draco in the face and eyes with his wild hair, as he tired to pull the doll out of the blond’s grip. Alas, Draco’s grip on the doll held firm, and the only thing Harry succeeded in doing was pressing Malfoy more flush against him.

“Stop!... Let go! You’re going to destroy it!”

“Damn right I am!” That doll was evidence to their crime.

Still, Harry wouldn’t let go. “You can’t...” He sobbed.

“Potter, what the hell are you trying to keep it for?” Draco dug his fingers into the doll to increase the strength of his grip. He grimaced at the feeling of its gritty and grimy body going underneath his fingernails. “Or are you *trying* to get us sent to Azakban?”

“No…it’s just…” Harry protested through his sorrow. Why couldn’t Malfoy understand? “It’s Dumbledore… and I feel so bad!”

“Dumbledore’s *dead*” The young prince furiously hissed into his ear. “And no amount of sentimentality will bring him back! So just throw it away!”

Harry shook his head wildly in disagreement.

Draco closed his eyes so not to have them whipped once again by black tresses. “The only thing that doll is, now, is proof of his death and how *we* killed him!”

Harry paused.

And Draco took advantage of the brief hesitation and tore the doll from Harry’s grip and twisted away from him. Not even a second later, Draco threw it into the fireplace and yelled in Veelan, “Black fire of Hell, come forth!”

The onyx flame erupted in an otherworldly roar.

“NO!!” Potter lunged toward the doll which was immersed in black fire.

“Potter, are you crazy?!” In a flash, Draco reached his hand out and grabbed Harry’s wrist to stop him. Unfortunately, when the raven-haired boy pushed his hand away, it was Draco’s own hand which fell into fire.

“For fucks sake!!”

“Oh, God! Draco, I am so sorry!”

“You’re sorry? *You’re* sorry!!” The blond screamed hysterically. “I’m..… I’m the one whose on fire and *you’re* sorry?!” Draco fought back a scream as he looked at his injured left hand and the black flames which were crawling up the material of his shirt. He immediately tried to pat it out but only succeeded in burning his other hand. “FUCK!!

“Here, let me help!”

When the Veelan prince noticed that Harry was going to help pat out the fire, he pushed him back and away. “No! You’ve already helped enough!”

“Malfoy, you’re on *fire*” The raven-haired boy frantically harked back as if Draco didn’t already know that major detail. “Let me help you put it out!”

“No! Don’t touch it!” The blond painfully hissed as he pushed Harry back once again with his injured right hand. “It’s a magical flame, that won’t work!”

Harry whipped out his wand and tried an extinguishing spell.

It didn’t work.

Actually…the black flames seemed to get bigger.

Harry was going to try again when Draco quickly stopped him. “Just…Stop!”


But?!”

It was Draco who frantically shook his head no this time. “Just….help me take my shirt off, alright?”

There was only a small pause of reluctance before Harry quickly stood in front of Draco and hastily unbuttoned the other boy’s dress shirt.

If Draco wasn’t in such dire pain he would have made a joke about Potter eagerness to get him undressed. But he was in pain. So much pain he thought he was going to DIE. Both hands and the lower portion of his left arm were covered in 3rd degree burns.

Harry got the shirt off just as the fire reached Malfoy’s elbow.

“Just throw it into fireplace.” Draco groaned as he dragged himself over to his chair and plunked down heavily.

Harry did what was asked and watched as the shirt quickly turned into ash. “Are you alright?” He asked worriedly as he turned and stared at Malfoy’s disfigured arm.

Malfoy looked up and gave him a silent look that was none to kind. “Are you really that stupid that you have to ask?” The look seemed to say, though no words were actually uttered. Draco eyes looked really bruised now, and his usually pale skin had a grayish tint to it. He looked like he was dieing.

Awkwardly, Harry shifted his gaze away and back toward the fireplace. “What kind of fire was that?” He knew it had to be magical in origin for it seemed to burn as cold as it did hot. Still, he had never seen a black flame before.

“Depends on whom you ask?” Draco whimpered as he rested his head back against his chair and griped his arm just above the elbow between splayed legs. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and his arm hurt so bad he wanted to cut it off. “Some would call it a holy flame. Others…. would call it cursed.”

“What do you call it?” Harry asked curiously. Moreover, what *did* he call it when he summoned it? Harry had never heard that language before, and there was no wand used to bring it about.

“I call it….” Draco groaned as he leaned forward then forced himself to stand. “Time to visit the resident nurse. My arm is killing me.”

“I know a healing spell…” Harry ventured eagerly. “That is…if you want me to try it.” He really hoped Malfoy would give him a chance to right this wrong. He didn’t mean to push his hand into the fire. Moreover, he was sorry for making the flames bigger on his shirt. He was almost positive that he had the extinguishing spell right. But then again…He was pretty stressed at the time. Maybe he should have swished and flicked when he said the words, instead of flicked and swished.

Hindsight was a bitch when you couldn’t remember exactly what you did.

Draco gave Harry a side profile of his face and a glare that could kill. “Don’t you think you caused enough damage for one day?” He clutched his left arm right above the elbow and dragged himself toward the entrance of his vestibule. “The sun has barely risen and you’re going for a double homicide. Who the hell do you think you are? The bloody Dark Lord?”

Harry stopped in his attempt to follow Malfoy. That was a low blow. “I…didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“Intentions don’t matter after the fact, Potter!” The blond hissed in a husky whisper which was consumed with his pain and spitefulness.

Draco didn’t know how damaging his words were to Harry’s emotional well being. He didn’t know because he didn’t really understand the relationship of names on the Tree he translated for Harry. If he had known, the young prince would probably have kept that comparison to himself.

Then again….

Maybe not.

Draco wasn’t the nicest person at the best of times. And he was a total ass when he was hurt.

That was why Karma loved to punish him.

To bad Draco didn’t believe in Karma.

If he did, he might have noticed the pair of well-worn trainers thrown haphazardly, on the floor, in-between the couch Harry was laying on and the coffee table.

But of course, even if Draco *wasn’t* in an obscene amount of pain he wouldn’t have expected those shoes to be there, because the young prince was a complete anal retentive about keeping his space *clean*. There was a place for everything and everything had its proper place.

And trainers did *not* belong in the middle of the floor. So he would have never expected them to be there.

And that was why he tripped on them.

It was like slow motion really.

The way Draco fell.

Maybe if he wasn’t so tired from staying up all night translating Harry’s family tree…

Or maybe if he wasn’t so focused on the pain of his burnt arm and hands …

Then maybe…

Maybe

He would have at least *attempted* to catch himself from falling.

Be it as it may.

He fell, head first onto the glass of his libidinous coffee table.

Luckily for the Veelan prince, the glass didn’t break.

Only Draco’s head.

The glass must have been spelled or something.

“Are…are you okay?” Harry gasped as he couched down and quickly moved, and threw, his shoes over the back of the couch, and out the way.

No need to be blamed for this too. Even though it was kind of his fault.

This time however, Malfoy didn’t respond. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. You see. He cracked his crown and was out like a light. But Harry didn’t know that as he rolled the blond over and onto his back, while still on the coffee table. He patted the boy lightly on the cheek.

“Malfoy… are you alright?”

No response.

A couple of more slaps. Harder this time. “This isn’t funny. Wake up.”

Still nothing.

Harry was about to give Draco a slap that would have been considered an open handed *punch* when he was interrupted by.

“Holy Rhea mother of Zeus! You killed him!”

Harry shot to a stance and whipped his gaze around the room. “Who’s…who’s there?!” As far as he could see, there wasn’t anyone around and Malfoy’s room was strangely absent of any animated inanimate objects. Strange for a wizard, that is.

“I can’t believe it!” The voice repeated. “You killed the Head Boy!”

Harry glanced at the fallen boy who was still lying, on his back, on top of the coffee table. Draco was now sporting a crescent moon-like gash in the middle of his forehead which seeped silver Veelan blood, but that didn’t look like it would be enough to *kill* him. Bruise? Yes. He might even have a little bump. But would it actually kill him?

Unlikely.

Still, just to make sure, Harry kneeled beside the boy and put his hand on the boy’s bare chest and felt for the rise and fall of his breathing.

“Shit!!!!!”

Harry scrambled to a stance, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy. “Enervate!”

Nothing.

So he said it a little louder. Because it never hurt to say a spell loud. Especially when it didn’t work the first time around.

Still…Nothing.

Harry gave a wild look around and silently prayed to anyone listening for Draco to wake up. He wanted to hear the boy yell at him again. Complain about his clumsiness or magical ineptitude. Any. Just as long as he woke up.

“Ssssseee I told you?” The voice assured primly. Happily. “You killed him.”

It was the hiss which clued Harry into who he was talking to. He spun around toward the direction of the voice which was the painting of the Crystal city. “Pagan! How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” The serpent answered mysteriously. He glanced down at the prince who was spread out on the table like some sort of sacrificial offering. “So it’s begun eh? And you did it by yourself. Impressive.”

“What’s begun?” Harry whimpered distractedly as he raked his hands roughly through his hair. He glanced at Draco then pinched his eyes shut as hot un-fallen tears began to cloud his vision.

“The equinox of course.” Pagan answered as he observed Harry’s emerging tears. He did a double take when his ancient eyes caught a magical glimmer in them.

Not caring about the significance of that answer, the raven-haired boy turned back towards Draco and felt painful tears, as hot as fire, prickling his eyes and roll down his cheeks. They hurt so bad, they felt like they were coming from the depth of his very soul. They probably were. Because he was truly sorry. He never meant for this to happen. As angry as Draco had made him over the years, he had never wished the boy dead. Never. Not once. Not even after Sirius was murdered. And now…

Now, Draco was dead.

Had died in front of him.

And it was *his* fault.

In Harry’s opinion, this was the worst day of his life.

Not only did he mistakenly pop Dumbledore’s head off!! He inadvertently killed his angel!

Harry tried to stifle his sobs as he fell to his knees and clutched Draco’s lifeless body against his. Unfortunately, his grief consumed his composure and he wailed his repentance, sorrow and his desire for the blond to “please wake up” in elongated syllables.

The words Harry spoke, and the way they were unconsciously spoken sounded like a song.

A very sad song

A Phoenix’s song.

“Well, that’s certainly unexpected.” The Slytherin guardian commented softly to himself as he watched the scene with apt interest. “I wonder where in Merlin’s name he got that ability from?”

Pagan tilted his head to side, pursed his thin lips and thought real hard. He sort of remembered something happening a few years ago. A rumor about Fawkes sharing his life with a student. Though at the time Pagan didn’t believe it because he had known that bird for *years* And in his not so humble opinion, that cranky pigeon was a stingy arsehole! Mean to. Tried to singe his tapestry once. Moreover, it wouldn’t share its life to save its own mother. Despite being well acquainted with the phoenix’s temperamental character flaws, apparently the rumor was true, because Pagan knew that magical pattern anywhere.

The way the sun shone through the solitary, circular window, it lit the two boys up like they were under some sort of muggle spotlight. Everything else seemed to dim around them.

It was a beautifully depressing scene.

Harry, who was blinded by his tears, stared at Malfoy’s serene face. It was almost impossible to imagine the hateful smirk which usually graced it. Or the memory of it being pinched in excruciating pain only a few minutes prior.

He tenderly brushed back Draco’s bangs which feathered across his face. He didn’t look dead. Harry knew what the dead looked like. Draco, well, he looked…like he was sleeping.

Harry wiped his tears away, so he could see the blond more clearly. Then he noticed the way the shine of the sun glinted off of the silver blood seeping from that crescent shaped wound. It made it appear like some sort of precious metal.

Blinded by his tears, Harry wiped them away again, and then… with those same, trembling, tear soaked fingers, he wiped the blood away from that crescent shaped wound. It just seemed wrong to him for that blood to mar that angelic face.

However, what Harry didn’t expect was that when his tears touched Draco’s wound and mixed with that silver blood Draco would shoot into a sitting position, slam his bloody forehead into Harry’s mouth and effectively knock a very shocked former Gryffindor off him.

Not even a second later Malfoy exploded into his true form. His wings seemed to burst out of his back as so did the true length of his hair from the top of his head. His facial features became more beautiful, almost androgynous as his body became more muscularly defined. His eyes were open, but they were not their normal ice gray, or even Veelan silver. They were white. Pure white. And seemed to burn with the fury of a thousand suns.

Harry missed all this though. He was in too much pain to notice it. Instead, he was balled on the floor, ass in the air, eyes tightly shut and hands covering his now busted mouth. Soothing the stinging pain of his mouth was all he was worried about at the moment.

Until he opened his eyes a few seconds later to a pitch black room.

“What is going on?” Harry whispered fearfully as he summoned his wand. There was no evil flame burning in the fireplace. All the torches were out. Even the light from the morning sun was gone.

“Lumos.”

The tip of his wand sparked into life, then like a wisp of smoke the power left the tip and floated toward Malfoy, giving the blond almost a ghostly glow before the power was effectively…

absorbed.

Harry started dumbfounded.

Then it started.

More wisps. Hundreds, thousands, then millions of different colors and thousands of different shades of those colors slowly started floating toward Malfoy. They were coming through the walls, ceiling, and the floor. They were phasing through Harry too. Filling him with power that wasn’t his own, burning their way through his veins, then leaving him just as quickly.

It was terrible.

Excruciating.

The selfish part of Harry was grateful that their goal was not him, but Malfoy whose body absorbed and consumed them all. He was glad because Draco looked to be in total agony. It looked as if almost every one of his veins were swollen and raised just under his skin His head was tilted back and his mouth was open in a silent scream.

Then that scream wasn’t so silent anymore.

The anguish of that wail rivaled that of banshee.

In torment and in intensity.

Harry quickly covered his ears and pinched his eyes shut as the dangerous magical sound waves tore past. It didn’t help that not only was he being deafened, those painful magical wisps continued to phase through him as well.

He imagined that this was what Hell felt like.It had to be because this was bloody unbearable.

He didn’t know when he blacked out.

He just remembered waking up to a voice telling him not to drool on the couch because it was expensive.

For a moment there, Harry thought he was experiencing a fit of déjà vu and that everything he’d just lived through was a bad dream. A nightmare, probably brought on by Malfoy’s familiar. He hoped above all hope that it was. So he quickly snapped his eyes open, hoping to see the break of dawn and Malfoy standing over him, looking completely exhausted because he stayed up all night translating his mother’s family tree.

Instead…

The room didn’t glow softly from the light of the rising sun. No, it was unnaturally and uncomfortably bright. And looming over him was Malfoy.

Not Draco Malfoy, but …

Lucius.

tbc
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Babychan
Jan 30,06