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Frozen Love	By : Emeline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I�m a procrastinator. I�m
bad.

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Warning: this chapter involves
humiliation and punishment. That�s just was the Eximo does.

Draco

Once I lost a good thing,

I just let it slip away

Now I'm lost and looking,

Trying to find that thing today

Abby knelt down on the floor. Her
fingers closed around her Unity necklace, and she began to whisper the Rules.
The familiarity of the words brought comfort and peace to her stained soul. The
Rules were her prayer, and her prayer reminded her that everything was under
control. She was protected. She did not have to worry about her fate. She knew
her fate, as well as the fates of all those who opposed the Veneficus Eximo.

�Do not question the Praetora. Her
wisdom is great. Follow her. Obey her. Trust her,� Abby chanted quietly. �Do
not listen to those of impure magic. They do not understand the true way.
Believe in the teachings of Sophronia. Let her knowledge be your guiding light.
Do not stray from the path she created. To betray the Eximo is to betray your
own blood. Traitors deserve death, and so they receive it.�

She stopped. �They betrayed the
Eximo. They deserved death.� She had few memories of her parents. The
proditors, she reminded herself. The term was supposed to summon hatred in
her. Hate the enemy of the Eximo, and you are a true child of our past.

�I am a true child of our past.�
Why, then, did she not hate her parents?

She was not completely pure. Her
parents had influenced her. She had to seek to make herself pure. She had to
sacrifice to find her purity.

The repetition of these words had
never before inspired any feeling in her: Abby was made to be numb. The impure
did not deserve the sensations of life.

Now her thoughts went to the
Spirit. Alyssa was the Spirit. She was the purest being that had even been
created. Abby did not understand why she had such power, but how could she?
However, Abby did understand that Alyssa would be allowed to live. Her purity
granted her life. Once her power was released, she would be worshiped by all as
the Spirit of Magic. She would�

Suddenly, the pattern of reason
stopped. Alyssa�s voice rang through her head, a reminder of what the Spirit believed.
Listen to me, Abby. Lysistrata stole your life. She made you into
what she wanted you to be.

A surge of feeling swept through
Abby. A bubbling of laughter, a silent scream, a need�a need for what? She felt
dizzy as these feelings overwhelmed her. And now the thoughts and the memories
joined in the release. I�m not Ioanna. My name is Abby Smith. I used to live
in a yellow house. My parents weren�t a part of the circle. They lived a life.
They had their freedom.

Until that night, when she came.

�You conform to their ways,� was
what she�Lysistrata�had said.

�We�re keeping the Eximo safe.�

�Lies.�

And then� The memory was blurry,
and Abby had to force herself to watch again as Lysistrata raised her hand� and
released�no, murdered�her parents.

And she continued to watch as
Lysistrata turned to her and spoke the words that ended Abby�s one life and
brought her to another. �Child� come join your true family.�

When she held out her hand, Abby
took it. She had felt so afraid, so lost. She was so young then.

She couldn�t remember crying, ever,
for her parents. She didn�t cry that night, and she never cried during the
nights that followed that night. She was never alone, even when no one was
there. Lysistrata was always in her head.

How could she could she get her out
of her head? How could Abby release herself from this life that had been forced
on her? Could she ever become or even remember the person she once was?

She closed her eyes. Only one
person seemed to care about who she really was. That one person needed her
help. Alyssa needed someone to free her, to help her understand her identity.
Abby too needed those things. Could she take that chance? Could she risk this
life?

Her breathing was shallow and
uneven because of the painful lump in her throat. This was too sudden. She
didn�t know how to respond to these realizations. For so long, she had allowed
others to make decisions for her. Deciding her own fate was unfamiliar
territory, and deciding Alyssa�s was downright terrifying.

The amulet that she was still
clutching in her hand was cutting into her. It was a signal, one that she could
not risk ignoring. Abby felt weak as she stood. How difficult it was to feel and remember. But this weakness
meant that she was under her own control.

That knowledge gave her enough
strength to walk to room where she was allowed to meet with Lysistrata. She
entered, keeping her gaze on the ground. Lysistrata only summoned her to this
place when she wanted to punish her. Had she found out about the conversations?

�Ioanna, look at me,� Lysistrata
commanded.

Abby slowly lifted her eyes. Her
heart pounded as she saw what Lysistrata was holding the whip. Punishment came
in many forms, but Abby most often went through physical punishment. That left
marks to remind her of who held the power.

�You must be punished, Ioanna. You
spoke with the Spirit. You addressed her as an equal. Do you believe that you
are equal to the Anima?�

�No, I do not,� Abby said.

�Why did you do that, then?�

�The Spirit wished me to.�

�A test,� Lysistrata said
triumphantly. �She was testing you. You failed her. You failed us.�

�I am sorry,� Abby said.

�I know that you are weak, Ioanna.
You are impure, but the punishment will help you.�

�Pain purifies,� Abby murmured.

�That�s right.�

The commands were understood. Abby
disrobed and got down onto her knees. Her arms hung limply at her sides. She
was meant to feel shamed by her naked body. Humiliation was as much a part of
the punishment as pain was.

Lysistrata stood and moved smoothly
to her position. �This is for your own good, Ioanna.�

The first blow forced her forward,
leaving her on her hands and knees. The pain was extreme. Abby had never gotten
used to the pain, and that likely pleased Lysistrata very much.

The next blow brought tears to her
eyes, but Abby held them back. She was to hold back her tears and her screams
for as long as she could stand it. She had been trained to be silent. She was a
shadow, and Lysistrata was the light. She controlled when and if Abby existed.
The light could overtake the dark, but Abby could do nothing to oppose
Lysistrata.

The whip struck her again and
again. Pain spiked through her; blood began to leak from her wounds. Her silent
screams remained silent, but the tears spilled forth. She made you into what
she wanted you to be. Those words came to her again, and something broke in
Abby.

Darkness was the absence of light.
That was its existence. What if she let go of the absence, the emptiness? I
can be the light.

Her parents had freed themselves by
fighting against the Eximo. She could fight. She could help Alyssa. After all,
what could Lysistrata take away from her? Certainly not her life, for Abby had
already lost that.

The next blow came, and she
collapsed. This was the death of Ioanna. This was the death of the shadow.

---

Hermione�s mind was reeling from
the mere idea that the Veneficus Eximo actually existed, but that didn�t stop
her from telling Harry exactly what the Eximo was. Fear was a mere undertone
now, but it grew in strength as she spoke about her knowledge. If all that she
knew was true, and if the bloodline of Sophronia still existed, then everything
she knew was being threatened.

�The Veneficus Eximo,� Hermione
said, �is basically a magical cult. The Eximo was founded by a witch who was
called Sophronia. To understand the Eximo and Sophronia, you have to keep in
mind the beginnings of magic. When magic was founded, it came completely from
the witch or wizard. There were no wands, which meant that there were no limits
on magic. This lack of control created chaos.�

�Magic has always had a connection
to our emotions,� Draco continued. �Ancient magic was even more open to the
magicker�s emotions. The slightest change in a wizard�s mood could trigger a
magical reaction. This, of course, threatened the secrecy of magic, and
threatened the entire world of magic. Our world was nearly destroyed by the
volatility of the ancient wizards and witches. So limits were created.�

�Wands.� Hermione picked up her
wand. �Our wands serve as a protection. They channel our magic to control it
for us. Spells too are a limit. You must speak the right words and use the
right motions to properly work magic. The transition for ancient witches and
wizards was difficult, but most accepted it. Sophronia and her followers did
not. A few resistances formed in many parts of the world, but the most
significant threat was concentrated in a place called Atlantis.�

�Sophronia called her resistance
movement the Veneficus Eximo,� Draco said. �Sophronia was a strong witch. She
gave much to the magical world because of her ability to manipulate ordinary
things. She could put a source of magic into any object or person.�

Hermione was quite surprised when
Ron spoke. �She was the one who created the first wand. She wanted to use wands
to strengthen magic, but instead they were used to weaken it. Her knowledge of
wands gave her an edge in her fight against the transition.�

�You know about Sophronia and the
Eximo?� Hermione asked.

Ron shrugged. �I know a bit.�

�Her most powerful tool, though,
was the Cruentas de Machera,� Draco said. �For years, Sophronia had been
working on what she called �soul stones�. These stones could be used to
withdraw the magic of a wizard. Since magic is one with the soul, the stones
would take the soul of the magicker. Sophronia put these stones into a dagger,
which became the Cruentas de Machera. But even with all her ability, she could
not go against the entire magical world. She and her followers were defeated in
the Battle of Atlantis.�

�And according to all that I know,�
Hermione said, �when Atlantis was destroyed, so was all of Sophronia�s power.
Wandless magic was lost that day. At least, that�s what I was told. Obviously,
some survived. The cult, apparently, still exists to this day.�

�Sophronia�s daughter survived, as
did a few other wandless magickers. They continued the Veneficus Eximo, but
their magic grew weaker as time went on. Now, the followers must have very
little left.�

Hermione tried to work out exactly
what their magic was like now. �If they still have magic, it must be fighting
against them. Magic�s flow changed after the transition, and their power must
not want to go against the flow of the collective. It has to pain them, take
away from their life.�

�It does,� Draco confirmed. �Their
Seer uses wandless magic to look into others. I understand that the connection
instantly ages him. But Sophronia�s bloodline is stronger than the others. She
had so much power that her line is better able to fight the flow of magic.
Their leader must still have a large store of power. She probably doesn�t use
it often. Lysistrata must be saving it up.�

�Now that we all understand, how do
you know so much about all this, Draco?� Harry�s expression was neutral, but
his eyes were burning with distrust. Hermione knew that he was questioning his
choice to trust Draco. He was accusing Draco, and he was trying to see if all
this could have been prevented.

�Voldemort attempted to make an alliance with the Eximo. My father
was the one who was to establish the agreement.� Draco looked into Harry�s eyes
as he spoke. Was he trying to create a connection? Was he trying to show that
he was telling the truth? Hermione didn�t know. She was not able to understand
Draco�s ways. Harry was the only one who seemed to have that ability.

�So you met Lysistrata?�

�No. I met Adrastos,� Draco said.
�He told me that I would produce the change that they had been waiting for. I
always thought that he meant that I would be the catalyst in their fight, but I
was wrong. He meant that I would produce the one that would change the order.
The Spirit, or Anima, is the one they have been waiting for. The Eximo believes
that the souls of the original people of the resistance have been reincarnated
throughout the generations. The soul of Sophronia�s daughter has stayed within
her bloodline, as each daughter in her line has not survived childbirth. The
Spirit is the soul of Sophronia.�

�So they think that Alyssa is the
reincarnation of Sophronia,� Harry said. �What will they do to her?�

�That I do not know.�

�Do you know where they are?�
Hermione asked.

�No. They�re going to be difficult
to find. They�re shielded by Lysistrata�s magic.�

Hermione reached back in her
memory. She could remember hearing about a couple who had information about the
Eximo. The claim had been proven false, but Hermione did not entirely trust
past judgments. �But do you remember the Smiths?�

�The Smiths were merely attention
seekers,� Draco said.

�They only told one person about
their suspicions. That wasn�t for attention. They wanted everything to be kept
quiet, but the information leaked.�

�And the person who leaked the
information was the inside link,� Draco finished. �Who did the Smiths tell?�

Harry�s face lit up as he caught
onto what they were thinking. �Wait, are you talking about the time when
someone told a representative in the Department of Mysteries that the Cruentas
de Machera was in danger?�

�Yes,� Hermione said. �But the
investigation was top-secret. Only the two people who processed the Smiths and
the representative knew anything.�

�One of the two people is now
dead,� Ron said.

�You know who they were?�

�Yes.�

�Who�s the other person?�

Ron was silent for a moment before
he spoke. �Me.�

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It wasn�t a foreign concept. Alyssa
knew that Sirius and Remus shared that kind of love. But that was Sirius and
Remus, not her father and Mr. Malfoy. If they had ever shared any kind of love,
Mr. Malfoy would be with them. If Mr. Malfoy was her other father, he would
have been there. And why would her father lie to her? Why would her father create
a mother for her?

Of course, he could have been
protecting her from the truth. Her father was awfully overprotective. What if
Mr. Malfoy was her other father, and what if he had abandoned them? What if her
father didn�t want her to be hurt by that rejection?

No, no. That couldn�t be the truth.
It couldn�t be. Her whole existence couldn�t be a lie.

Yet all the clues were there. There
were no pictures of Morgana Fontaine in Alyssa�s home. Why wouldn�t her father
keep pictures of his wife, the mother of his child? Now that she finally
thought about this, Alyssa had never seen a marriage certificate. She had never
even seen her own birth certificate. There was no evidence of Morgana Fontaine
anywhere. It was like she had never existed in Harry Potter�s life.

And then there was Mr. Malfoy
himself. He had come to visit her father for seemingly no reason at all. On
that day, her father had been so sad. She knew that Mr. Malfoy had caused the
sadness, and yet he had never been mentioned. Her father had obviously worked
hard to blot Mr. Malfoy out of his life.

She remembered the strange
interaction between Mr. Malfoy and her father. It felt like that had happened a
long time ago, but she knew that it had happened recently. It was not the words
that felt odd. It was the way Mr. Malfoy had spoken, and the way her father had
reacted.

She could see it all now. Her
appearance, the conspicuous absence of Morgana Fontaine, Mr. Malfoy�they all
whispered the truth to her. The lies she had been fed were screaming voices, but
the whisper could still be heard.

Alyssa curled up. �Please,� she
whispered. �Don�t let it be true.� Where was her daddy to protect her from the
truth? Why wasn�t he here to sooth her mind with lies?

Draco Malfoy rejected you. He
abandoned you. He hurt your father. He left you behind.

�Why?� Only Mr. Malfoy knew the
answer to that question. Alyssa didn�t know if she was ever going to see him
again. She didn�t know if she was ever going to get a chance to ask him why he
did this.

She sat up in the chair, and it
wobbled slightly. Alyssa looked down at the supports of the chair. The chair
rested on four wooden globes. They were separate from the chair, as if they had
been added as an afterthought.

Alyssa leapt out of the chair and
took a hold of the one loose ball. She yanked on it a few times, and it finally
popped free. It was nicely solid. If she hit Lysistrata with this, she could
knock her out.

Alyssa heard the footsteps coming.
Ignoring her troubled mind, she stood with her hand behind her back.

The door opened, and Lysistrata
came in carrying the shackles. �It is time for the second ritual.�

Alyssa allowed her to come close.
When Lysistrata reached for her hands, she quickly smashed the ball against the
side of Lysistrata�s head. Lysistrata slumped to the ground.

Alyssa checked her over and grabbed
her dagger. She then dragged Lysistrata over to the door and pressed her hand
to the wood. The door opened. Alyssa cautiously peeked out, but she could see
no one.

She knew which hall led to the
ritual room, and she gathered that everyone else was gathered there. Feeling
almost secure, she ran down the hall to her right. Soon, the hall forked.
Taking her chances, she tried the right hall.

�Alyssa,� a voice whispered.

�Abby?�

Abby stepped into view. �I�m going
to show you the way out. Follow me.�

Alyssa followed her through the
twists and turns of the hallways. Finally, they reached a stairway.

�We�ve been videotaped,� Abby said
as they climbed up the stairs. �They�ve probably found out what happened by
now. They�ll be reviving Lysistrata now. They won�t do anything without her.�

They entered the room and saw the
doors. They ran to them and threw them open.

A wailing alarm sounded.

�Shit!� Abby cried. �The magic
wards! Run!�

Alyssa didn�t need to be told. She
ran. She could hear the sounds of cars. If she could get to the road�

A blinding red light shot towards
her�a stunner? She wanted to move, but she seemed frozen in place.

Something hit her, getting out of
harm�s way. Abby had taken the stunner for her. Freedom was so close now, but
she couldn�t leave Abby to those people.

�I�m getting you out of here,� she
said.

But the alarms were still wailing,
and they would be coming for her. How was she going to do this?
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