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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“Cruor subsisto!” Harry cast the spell and watched in fascination as the cut on Draco’s hand suddenly ceased bleeding.
“Very good. Now, to close the wound, the incantation is resarcio tergum.” Severus said, watching the wound closely.
Harry nodded and cast the spell on Draco, both teens watching as the skin knitted itself closed again, not a single scar marring the newly healed palm.
“Huh. Useful, that. Nice to know I have an option on the battlefield besides bleeding out.” Draco said dryly.
Harry grinned. “Yeah, you’ll just have to stick close to me.” He reminded the blond.
“Like we haven’t been practicing just that tactic already.” Draco pointed out with a smile.
Severus shook his head. “Remember those spells. Especially you, Potter. If you let my mate die, I will strangle you with my bare hands, provided you manage to do what we’re training you for.” He told the brunet.
Harry nodded. “I’ll watch Draco’s back, don’t worry. I don’t want any of my friends dying, and I count him in that number, now.”
Draco snorted. “Aw, that’s so sweet!” He cooed.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Shut up, prat.” He said, giving Draco’s shoulder a shove.
“As moving as this scene is,” Severus drawled, “you are here to learn spells, and there is still one more that may be of benefit to you, though it is my hope that you will not have cause to use it.”
Draco and Harry turned to him, attentive.
Severus nodded in satisfaction. “If one of you, or another ally, is in need of splinting for a broken bone, there is a spell that can be used for that. It is not a long-term solution for the break, merely a stopgap until proper medical attention can be procured, but it will work well enough for a short time to allow one to find medical help and prevent the break from worsening in the meantime. The wand movement is like so,” He demonstrated a swish-and-jab, “and the incantation is ‘scindo.’” He finished.
Draco turned to Harry. “I’ll try it first. Scindo!” He cast, and a splint appeared along Harry’s lower leg before bandages wrapped around it, securing the splint to Harry’s leg.
Harry raised a brow, then pointed his wand at Draco. “Scindo!” He cast, and Draco was sporting the same accoutrements.
Draco grimaced. “Hmm, the bandages are a bit tight.” He decided.
Severus nodded. “That’s the idea behind this spell, so that’s not something to be worried about. I’d be more worried if the bandages were not tight enough to stop any movement of the limb, and the broken bone needing the splint.” He told them.
Draco shrugged. “Fine. Diffindo!” He cast, cutting his leg as he cut the bandages off. He hissed in pain, pulling up his trouser leg.
“And this is a good opportunity to practice the spells I just taught you. Potter?” He prompted.
Harry pointed his wand at the wound. “Cruor subsisto. Resarcio tergum.” He cast, watching as the wound stopped bleeding and sealed up.
Severus nodded in satisfaction. “Do not use diffindo to cut the splint and bandages off. Use a ‘finite,’ it will work just as well.”
Harry nodded and pointed his wand at his own splint. “Finite incantatum.” He cast, watching as the bandages unwrapped from his leg and the splint disappeared.
Draco huffed. “Yeah, now you tell us.” He spat, glaring reproachfully at Severus.
Severus merely returned with a raised eyebrow. “I thought you’d be smart enough to do so without my prompting.” He shot back.
Harry blinked at the exchange and backed toward the door, nearly tripping over his feet as Draco tensed and hissed at Severus.
Severus straightened to his full height and growled, and Harry opened the door, leaving and closing it behind him as he took off toward Gryffindor Tower.
He didn’t want to be there when their argument finally ended, whether they chose to do it with bloodshed or sex. Either way, he’d rather be gone by then.
*****
Harry ate his dinner, thinking over what Lucius had told him after class, after the rest of the students had left.
He was going to perform a Dark Arts spell after dinner in his rooms, and he had the Headmaster’s permission, though the man didn’t know exactly what spell it was to be, merely that it was Dark, but for Draco’s protection.
Dumbledore had, strangely enough, agreed to it, and so Lucius was going to take the opportunity to ensure Draco’s survival of the war they were in while he had the chance.
He’d invited Harry to watch, to see the lure of the Dark Arts in action, and better understand what drew people in. People like Lucius, who had admitted that he used more Dark spells than light, simply because his magic was drawn more to the Dark.
Harry finished his dinner quickly and left before everyone else, heading for Gryffindor Tower to get his invisibility cloak. He had no idea how late he’d be getting back, but he didn’t want to get caught wandering after curfew.
*****
Harry knocked on the door to Lucius’ rooms, shifting nervously. He didn’t usually visit teachers in their private rooms, and it didn’t feel quite proper to be doing so with one he was being courted by, but Lucius hadn’t seemed to be hung up on the impropriety of it.
Lucius opened the door and smiled, letting him in.
Harry looked around as the door was shut behind him.
The room was furnished by two chairs set several feet apart, with a coffee table between them, which was obviously set up for the spell. There was a candle and a small cauldron on it, with a plain but sharp dagger lying beside the cauldron and a piece of chalk.
Harry noticed the liquor cabinet against the wall and raised an eyebrow. “You brought alcohol into a school?” He asked.
Lucius chuckled. “Don’t be too surprised. Severus has a rather impressive collection of scotches he’s enjoyed with me several times, so it’s not all that uncommon. I believe even your Head of House enjoys a whiskey from time to time.” He told Harry. “If you’d like, you can take one of the chairs. I’ll start the spell as soon as I finish drawing the runes required on the table. Just be quiet and observe.”
He picked up the chalk and started drawing symbols on the table in a circular pattern. There were different symbols in each of the cardinal directions, and Harry watched with interest as Lucius drew them, then set the chalk down.
He stood and took off his teaching robe, then rolled up his sleeves, baring the Dark Mark seemingly without thought. Harry’s eyes were drawn to it, and he felt a strange feeling of jealousy over the fact that this man, the one he wanted for himself so badly, was marked by another.
He had the thought that the only mark Lucius should bear should be his.
Lucius lit the candle and raised his arms. “Ut caput capitis Malfoy prosapia, ego dico elementum!” (As head of the Malfoy family, I call the elements!) He lowered his voice as magic began to swirl around the room, carrying a sweet, alluring smell as it caressed their skin. “Ego scisco tutela pro unus sub meus tutela.” (I ask protection for one under my care.)
Lucius picked up the dagger and held his right arm over the cauldron, cutting into his forearm and letting the blood drop into the cauldron.
Harry gulped. Yes, this was definitely Dark, and he was quite sure the Headmaster had no idea that Lucius was performing blood magic within Hogwarts. Even Harry was aware that blood magic was mostly illegal. Except for blood Wards, there were very few legal uses for blood magic, and Harry was quite sure this ritual was not one of them.
“Per cruor intus nostrum vena, servo meus filius ago insquequo meus licentia est donatus pro morior.” (By the blood that flows through our veins, keep my son alive until my leave is given for him to die.) Lucius intoned, then healed the wound as the blood in the cauldron began to bubble and smoke. The smoke curled upward, dissipating as it went, and soon, the cauldron had stopped smoking altogether.
Lucius lowered his arms and bowed his head. “Gratias ago vos, elementum.” (Thank you, elements.) He snuffed the candle and cleaned the dagger with a handkerchief he’d pulled from his pocket before picking up the cauldron and candle and putting them in a trunk that was sitting open near the liquor cabinet. “You’d be best served not mentioning to anyone that you’ve witnessed blood magic.” Lucius said evenly as he waved his wand over the table, erasing the chalk markings. “Besides the fact that I would rather you didn’t tell on me, people would begin to suspect that I am training you to become a Dark wizard. Most people only allow those they are training to sit in on their rituals, but I felt that since you have never seen a ritual such as this, it might be a good learning experience for you.” He explained.
Harry nodded. “I appreciate it. It was really interesting.” He said. “What exactly does it do? I didn’t understand the Latin.”
Lucius smiled grimly. “If Draco gets hurt in the war, or for another reason, whilst I am still alive, he will not die unless I give him permission, as Head of the family, to die. It will keep him alive, if only just, for as long as it takes for Severus and I to try and bring him back with whatever means we can. If it is hopeless, of course, I would not hold him to life, but I would try everything in the meantime to keep him alive and well. The only thing stronger than this spell is his marriage bond to Severus. If Severus dies, Draco will follow, spell or no.” He finished solemnly.
Harry nodded. “I see. So it’s basically a Dark protection spell. You’re right, then; the Dark Arts have different uses besides just battle spells. I guess it makes sense.” He remarked musingly. “I mean, even Dark families have more on their minds than just fighting all the time.”
Lucius nodded, opening the liquor cabinet. “Would you like a drink? Firewhiskey, perhaps?” He offered.
Harry blinked in surprise. “Oh, sure.” He said.
Lucius got out two glasses and poured them both a few fingers of Firewhiskey, handing one glass to Harry and settling into the other chair. “Yes, the Dark Arts are many and varied, but like I said, you don’t want to delve too deeply into them whilst the Dark Lord is still alive. I believe their lure could even overpower your Gryffindor morality.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.
Harry took a sip, testing it. It tasted like hot cinnamon, the same way Lucius smelled, and Harry found that he quite liked it. “I don’t know about that. My magic seems more suited to Light spells. The Dark Arts I have learned didn’t exactly feel right to me.” He told Lucius.
Lucius inclined his head. “That may be true, but one’s innate magic, especially in someone as young as you are, can and does sometimes change. True, it would take you using quite a bit more Dark magic than you have thus far, but it could still happen, in time. I’d say you are at even more risk of your magic changing than your Muggleborn friend, Ms. Granger, since the Potter family used to be Dark-aligned, only five generations ago.” He pointed out.
“Oh. I didn’t know.” Harry said in surprise.
“Indeed. Now, let’s talk of lighter things. How are you doing on your Defence essay? I assume you’re not finding it too hard?” Lucius asked.
*****
“I wish you’d have let me know we were going this far into the forest!” Draco whined, swatting at branches that tried to bar his passage.
Severus was striding ahead, sure of his path as he led the way to the plants they were harvesting. “The herbs we are looking for only grow in one clearing in this forest, and it is this way. Keep up, Draco. Remember, you wanted to come along. I offered you the chance to stay in the rooms tonight.”
Draco sighed. “I thought it would be a good bonding experience for us. We’re still newlyweds, after all, we should be doing things together! I didn’t know we’d be going for a hike!” He groused.
Severus chuckled. “We aren’t going much further. While I’m collecting the herbs, you can have a look around. You may see unicorns, they frequent the area we’re heading to.” He told the blond.
Draco perked up at that. “Really? That would be brilliant!”
“Indeed.” Severus agreed, stepping out into a clearing. “Here we are.”
Draco looked around.
“If you want to see any unicorns, you’d be best served staying hidden in the trees. Just stay on the outskirts of the clearing, within shouting distance. I’ll call for you when I’m done collecting what we’ll need.” Severus said.
Draco nodded distractedly, backing up into the trees and looking around. He heard a rustling sound coming from a bush about twenty feet away, and moved towards it, cautiously. His ears caught the sound of whispers as he approached, and he slowed, inching towards it.
“Honestly, Ty, he’s not going to hurt me!” came a voice from inside the bush, right before someone stepped out of it. “Hi!” The newcomer said brightly.
Draco gasped in alarm, backing up and nearly tripping on a root.
“Oops, sorry about that! You’re not hurt, are you?” The young man asked, grabbing his hand to keep him from falling backward.
Draco shook his head, looking the man over as he regained his footing.
He had light blue hair, drawn into a braid, and teal eyes that seemed to glow, as well as pointed ears. His fingernails were also rather long. They almost qualified as claws rather than nails.
Another figure stepped out of the bush, standing near the first protectively. He had red-gold hair that fell in curls to his shoulders, and golden eyes, plus he had rust-colored wings with golden markings, and was currently baring fangs at Draco.
Draco gulped and released the first man’s hand. “Um, who are you?” He asked softly.
The first man smiled. “I’m Kilton, little Faurae. And as you’ve got your wings out around me, you should be able to tell that I’m an Elf. This brute,” He elbowed the other man in the side, causing him to grunt and stop baring his fangs at Draco, “is my mate, Tyrell. He’s very obviously a Fae, as the wings should tell you. We’ve been given permission by the Head of my clan to approach you and offer our assistance with finding and learning to harness your elemental affinity, as well as those of the other three Faurae you know. Would you be able to make sure all four of you are in the forest together sometime soon? We can take you to our clan then, and you can meet the Head Elf.” He said. “She’ll determine who would be best to train you at that time. It’s a good offer, you probably won’t be able to figure out how to access your elemental affinities on your own for at least another few years. We can help that process along, and one of our seers said it would be in our best interests to do so. Otherwise, we really don’t interfere with your world much.”
Draco blinked in shock. “I… Well, I can try, but I make no promises. Do you want to meet my mate?” He asked.
Kilton shook his head. “No, he’s obviously busy, and we don’t want to interrupt. You were the best option. We’ll meet him next time.”
Tyrell sighed. “You are our best option, as I’ve never met any Faurae before that wasn’t part of a clan. Meeting a dominant that isn’t aware of our ways will likely set off my instincts, so I’d rather wait a while before that happens. As it is, I’m going to need to reaffirm my claim tonight.” He told the elf.
“Ooh, promise?” Kilton purred, pressing against the man and smiling up at him.
Tyrell kissed him softly. “Mine.” He growled.
Draco heard an echo of Severus’ possessive tone in Tyrell’s voice, and smiled. “Alright, I’ll do what I can to convince the others to come back to the forest. Look for us every day but Friday between six and ten PM. That’s when we meet, so if we’ll be out here, it’ll be then.” He said.
Kilton smiled brightly. “Will do! We’d better head back now, it’s getting rather late, and we told Matriona we’d only be gone for a few hours. She’ll get worried if we’re gone for much longer.” He explained, taking Tyrell’s hand and pulling the man away.
Draco watched them go and shook his head. Now he had to convince the other three to come into the forest once more. Well, where there was a will, there was a way. He just hoped he had enough will to figure out what the way was.
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