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Dues Virtus	By : Draconislei Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2541 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Dues Virtus
- 2-The Dark that Consumes
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Authors Note: I started posting this on Fanfiction.net, but I decided to add some smut in the second chapter, just a little, but enough to think it might need to be here and censored there. :D

Beta Needed!!!!!: My beta went AWOL with my second chapter! Does anyone like the story enough to beta for me? Pretty please??

Abstract: Any self-respecting Malfoy loves power and would do anything to attain it. So when Draconis finds himself far beneath the Castle with the opportunity to have an ability of Dues Virtus, he takes it regardless of the consequences. Harry Potter, however, is not so excited when the consequences mean the two boys are bound to each other far more closely than he’s comfortable with.

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*Vocabulary:

Benignitas- (Noun)

1.     Kindness, benevolence, friendliness, courtesy

2.     Liberality, bount, favor

3.     Lenity, mercy

Corpus Hirudo- “Soul Leech” Level 6 out of 10 on the scale of Comparative Levels of Dangerous Creatures (CLDC)

A corpus Hirudo is a magical leech creature found near active volcanoes in the islands of Figi. The creature is a bright orange and averages two inches tall, one inch wide and three inches long.

It feeds on any type of warm-blooded mammal it comes in contact with. They use their anterior suckers to attach themselves to their hosts, inserting a toxin that can have hallucinogenic effect on creatures with an advanced frontal lobe. Generally the host has no knowledge of the leeches’ attachment, and can live for years without finding out. As the host becomes weaker, the leech becomes stronger and larger. Once the leech has become attached it is impossible to remove the leech physically.

Eximo Luteusmonstrum has been found to be an effective spell to remove the creature once it has begun feeding. Some Figian Mythology believes that it does not just feed on the flesh the creature it is attached, but also of the soul. The largest seen Corpus Hirudo was ten feet long.

Dues virtus- Meaning “God Power”. These are special abilities that not every witch or wizard can attain. It is believed by many that having such powers mean that you are blessed by the Gods. Parsletongue is an example of such a power.

Ecco Homo- Latin Phrase: “Behold the Man.”

Intorqueo Mentis- Curse; individual. Temporarily twists the synapses in the Primary Motor Cortex of the brain, making it impossible to maintain control of one’s motor skills.

Potestas- (Noun)

1.     Power, ability

2.     Mastery, control

3.     Authority, jurisdiction

Princeps- (Noun) (Plural: Principes)

1.     First in time order

2.     The first, chief, the most eminent, distinguished or noble

3.     Prince, leader, emperor

Sedo affectus- Charm; Mass effect spell. Creates sudden calmness and peace in an area of 8 feet around the caster. The subjects become very suggestible while under the spell. Lasts for fifteen minutes.

Venia Decem (Religion of the)- [Grace of the ten] The main religion of those from magical descent. There are Twelve Gods that rule over the Planets, each with special gifts to give to mankind. These gifts come in the form of Dues Virtus power, given only to those most worthy. Muggle Grecian mythology was said to be greatly influenced by this religion before The Great Separation of Culture.

Visictus- Hex; individual. Thrusts a powerful force against the opponent, violently throwing them backwards. The distance created by the force is proportionate to the magic the wizard put into the spell.

~Dues Virtus~

~Chapter 1~

He watched as the rain fell onto the window, falling into river-like patterns down the glass. Lazily he took a slow, deep breath and examined his new silver cufflinks adorned on his robe. They really were a nice design. He particularly liked the way the Black Chancery font traced the M all the way across the face and he loved the small diamonds embedded around the edges. It gave it that extra touch of I’m-god-awful-rich, making sure everyone knew exactly what his place was in society. The top, he would quickly point out, in case anyone was oblivious enough not to realize it already. He tugged his lips upwards, letting his self-satisfaction reach his face. By the gods, it was good to be Malfoy.

~Draconis Princeps* Malfoy~

“What’s so funny, Dray?” A light, feminine voice spoke quietly near me. I turned my head and found myself staring back at the soft, pale face of Pansy Parkinson. Her face had a touch of make-up, which was new for her. I couldn’t decide whether I liked her application of it or not. I did like her ringlets, though. They were cleanly separated, and fell down to her shoulders, creating a pleasing frame to her head.

“Dray?” she asked a bit more breathily, no doubt getting excited about the fact that I was staring at her a bit longer than prudent. I raised an eyebrow and smirked. She did have it bad for me, didn’t she? I put my arm on the back of the seat we were sitting on.

“Just thinking about how great it is to be me.” My smirk deepened, almost turning into a smile while Pansy giggled. Wait a minute. I sat forward slightly and furrowed my eyebrows. “Don’t call me Dray.”

Her eyes widened.

“Oh, oh sorry! I just thought it sounded a little bit… I mean, I… Sorry…I.” Her words became more frantic as they continued, and I decided they were also getting more annoying.

I relaxed back into my seat and lifted my hand, effectively stopping her mid-speech. “It’s fine,” I sighed haughtily. “Just don’t ever say it again. I don’t do ‘nick-names’. ” She nodded obediently, and gave me a tentative smile. She seemed more nervous around me than she did last year; her high pitched laughs seemed to be higher, too. God I hope it doesn’t get as annoying as I think it will. I tried to resist the urge to rub my forehead.

Her conversation had intruded into my musings and I was quickly dragged back to the present. I swiveled my gaze around the compartment noticing Greg’s boisterous laughter first. Vincent seemed to be glaring down at something blue and wet all over his hands. I mentally shook my head. Who knew what those two were doing to amuse themselves this time.

My eyes moved across to where Blaise was sitting. He had a copy of Wizarding Topaz, a high-end fashion magazine, propped up casually on his knee. “I saw a ‘Kats Designs’ ad with your mother in it a few months ago,” I said to Blaise.

Blaise nodded and glanced up. “She actually quite liked that shoot, the photographer really knew what he was doing. She said she wouldn’t mind doing another ad for them, even though they’re a smaller company.”

“Oh yeah! I know that company! It’s Australian isn’t it?” Millicent Bulstrode butted in. As usual. But Blaise did love his conversations about all things fashionable. I was convinced at one point that he liked all things faerie[JJ1] too, but unfortunately he was as straight as they came. Just better dressed.

Millicent and Blaise began some mindless conversation about colors and design, and I absentmindedly wondered if someone Millicent’s size could fit into designer robes. Bored. [J2]

I stood up and walked to the door and slid it open. I heard the shuffles of Vincent and Greg as they both prepared to take their places behind me. They would follow me to the ends of the earth if I wished.

There was pride to be taken in the fact that we were participating in the generations old alliance between the three families. Always a Malfoy at the lead, of course. I always wondered why the Crabbe’s and Goyle’s never vied for a spot at the top, but they never complained, and my family never invited the thought into their heads. I stood slightly taller when I felt them fall in behind me, emboldened by their presence. “Let’s go introduce ourselves to the first years,” I said diabolically. They chuckled darkly while I led them out of the compartment.

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            I stood there staring down at the quivering eleven year old. The little Mudblood[J3] looked terrified. Seemed my job here was done. I sneered at the girl for good measure and turned to find another compartment packed full of new first years. I had a few speeches I gave out to the first years, and depending on what you were wearing and how you spoke determined on which speech I would give. First years dressed in that horridly disgusting Muggle clothing got my intimidating, we-don’t-want-you-here-so-stay-out-of-our-way speech. Those dressed in robes that were obviously bought in those buy-cheap-in-bulk stores with drawls associated with the lower class were sneered at and told about their lack of worth to people with importance at the school. Those dressed similarly to myself were told of the virtues of the Slytherin house and warned about the follies and downfalls of the others. You could tell a lot about a person by the way they dressed themselves.

            As I peered into a promising compartment, I heard a snarl coming from my right. “Malfoy.” Well, what a pleasant surprise. I turned my head with as much grace as my bloodline could provide and looked at the beautiful boy before me. Potter. I felt my body practically purr with excitement. Harry[JJ4] . James. Potter. The boy whom I should hate with every bone in my body. Strangely, I could not quite convince my hormones to give a bloody damn. Mind you, my want for him shouldn’t be confused with care or fondness. On most occasions I left his presence ready to curse someone into long-term care at Saint Mungos. But, Ecco Homo*! Behold the Man! A creature made so perfectly that the Goddess of Mars herself had to have shined down her passion on him.

            I took my time soaking in the changes that overtook him in the past summer. He had sunken in cheekbones, which was something that I had come expect every new year, and he looked like he hadn’t slept properly in months. Why his guardians didn’t make him eat or sleep properly at home, I’d never know, but if I ever met them I’d hex them for letting him sully the gift of a body that the gods gave him.

            “You look as pathetic as always Potter.” I drawled in my most apathetic voice. As captivating[JJ5] as I found Potter’s image, I obviously couldn’t ever let it show. Pity. More than likely I would marry some excessively beautiful woman and quietly take my lovers on the side. Potter, of course, never being one of them. Being a Malfoy was a blessing, but that didn’t mean it didn’t come with responsibilities and restrictions. Of course, all of that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view.

And what a view it was. His eyes were gorgeous, no one in their right mind would argue that, but what amazed me was how his emotions became so vivid in them. They could sparkle, they could dance, they could bite, and they could burn. And with every emotion that found its way onto his face, my body became affected in an almost equal amount of different ways. His complexion was flawless, and his lips!, his lips should be outlawed. Fuller than any man should be allowed to have. The overall effect had a strange duality about it. When he was relaxed, his face looked soft and innocent, but when he had passion flowing through him he became alive with dominance.

Last year he had become so addicting that I started slacking on believable excuses to interact with him, something I was could not afford to do again this year. Right at the moment though, I couldn’t care less about what was proper. I stifled the urge to pan my gaze downwards so I could take in all of him. There would always be time for that when he wasn’t glaring right at me.

            “I heard you were harassing the first years,” he accused me, a hint of his normal righteousness in his voice. I wondered how many more years it would take him to realize I didn’t care about his idea of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’. Talking to the first years is being proactive, not ‘wrong’. It’s not like I was using an Unforgivable on them. What did bother me though, was the fact that the tone in his voice indicated he thought he was better than me. I bristled.

            “What of it Potter?” I snapped. I felt the familiar anger-induced blood rush through my body. Dammit, Potter! Why can’t you just sit there and look pretty? No one asked you to open your mouth. [J6] [JJ7]

            “Just leave them alone, Malfoy,” Granger--Hogwarts resident loud-mouthed mudblood—replied for him. I snapped my gaze to her. I certainly didn’t ask you to open your mouth.

            “Why do you insist on speaking to me? Your thoughts, looks, and overall presence are not ever wanted.” I rolled my eyes and greedily switched my gaze back to Potter. I gave pause, waiting for the inevitable-

            “Don’t say that to Hermione!” Ah, yes, the Weasel. You could never find Potter without it hanging off his fame and power like some sort of Corpus Hirudo*. I didn’t bother to take my eyes off the raven haired demi-god.

            “Oh no. Did I hurt your girlfriend’s feelings? Honestly, Weasel. I knew your family had left the circle, but to sully your bloodline?” I intensified the look I was giving Potter, making sure to drive the insult home just as much to him as to the ginger. “I guess my father was right; your family is pathetic and the perfect example of the failings of the lesser class.” Potter grew tense and he narrowed his eyes. An involuntary shiver went down my spine, this time not created by anger. His emerald eyes sparkled, and his face came alive in an almost sensual way. My breath hitched. I was so taken with his expression that I wasn’t prepared for the attack.

            He suddenly shifted his weight to his front leg and lunged at me. His cock-eyed angle shoved me half into the wall, half into Vincent, and all three of us tumbled to the ground. I barely had the chance to realize what just happened before I saw the fist coming at my face. Shit. I twisted my shoulders and rolled off of Vincent just as his fist slammed down. I vaguely heard Vincent cry out, mostly in fury, as Potter connected his punch to Vincent’s chest.

            I grabbed a hold of the wall and tried to get my feet underneath me. Vincent had rolled against the wall, however, making the task far more difficult than it had to be. Just as I was about to steady myself, I felt someone forcibly grab my collar and tear me backwards. Unable to find my footing, I fell backwards, but this time there wasn’t Vincent to land on. I felt the back of my head smack onto the ground and winced.

            As I was raising my hand to clutch my head, Potter pushed my shoulders back against the ground and swung his leg over me. In moments he was on top of me straddling my waist, and his hand had effectively pinned my chest to the ground. I would eventually find it a pity that I never took the opportunity to enjoy the boy on top of me, his eyes blazing with some wickedly manic emotion. Sadly[JJ8] , I was a bit too confused and shocked by the whole exchange.

I didn’t think there was anything particularly new or biting that I had said. In fact, I was pretty sure I had said it all before at one point or another. Nothing to make him act like this mental heathen. I opened my mouth to protest at his essentially unprovoked attack when I noticed him bring back his elbow for another blow. I tried to swivel my shoulders and turned my head like before, only realizing too late that he had me tightly held in place.

His fist connected with my cheekbone, slamming my head against the floor of the train once more. I could feel the shockwave of the impact through my entire face. I was positive something broke, and though there was no pain I knew there would be when the adrenaline wore off. I became still with almost stunned silence. It was not that he’d never punched me before, or that we hadn’t done worse to each other in the past, but never had it escalated this quickly without any sort of serious provocation on my part. He sat, seemingly a little stunned himself before he shook off the shock and raised his elbow for another blow.

His sudden return to movement pulled me out of my prostration and I began to struggle against his restraint. It was Gregory who saved me that time. He thrust his arms underneath Potter’s and grabbed him in a strangle hold. He hoisted the boy to a standing position, and Vincent wasted no time in throwing a vicious punch to his gut. I laid there trying to sort out my wits when Weasley entered the throng, attacking Vincent. It took me a bit to realize that I should probably stand and yell some obscenities at the two Gryffindors. Nothing that would cause them to pay too much attention to me. I didn’t really feel like having another of Potter’s fist near my face, but I had to say something to make it look like I wasn’t afraid of Gryffindorks.

As I stood and began opening my mouth, I heard Granger yell at everyone to stop, or some stupid nonsense. I spared a glance at her frantic face, wide eyed and pleading. Blessed be, she’s annoying. “Bugger off, Mudblood,” I spat, giving her the best Malfoy look of loathing I could manage. I shifted my weight and pushed her quickly back a few feet. Her eyes shot up at me in surprise. Yeah, that’s right, you butt into my problems I’ll treat you just like any annoying bloke, female or not. As I turned my body away from her I could tell her face had begun hardening, no doubt creating up some fake reason she had to be righteous about. Not like she was any kind of a threat.

I pulled out my wand and steadied it at the fight, trying to decide who to curse first. Smiling, I pointed my wand at the Weasel. “Intorqueo Mentis*!” I felt the magic from the center of my gut pull outwards, through my hand and striking Weasley square in the chest. Perfect. He fell immediately and began flailing his limbs. I laughed, the sight far too funny for any self control. Potter looked at me with wild anger and began charging for me. I quickly looked around for somewhere to hide. Crap. I briefly saw as Granger pointed her wand above her head.

“Sedo affectus*.”

Peace. That was the only word to describe why I was suddenly so satiated. I felt at peace. I gazed at Greg’s dazed face and felt something I couldn’t describe for a second. Then I realized. I cared, about him, about love, about fluffy things. For the first time in my life, everything in this world was special and it felt wonderful.

“Shouldn’t the Slytherins go back to their compartment?” I looked over at the one who was speaking. Her voice was soft; it was kind. It was the type of voice that made me want to be kind. Peace. I sighed. Hermione Granger was the one who spoke. She spoke the words.

“Yeah, go back…” Vincent said softly, looking at me for the confirmation. I smiled, a real smile. The type of smile I normally only reserved for those most special in this world. Now, however, everyone was special.

“I really like you Vincent. You’re a good man.” Greg patted Vincent lightly on the shoulder. It was nice to see those two so close. Their friendship was obviously very special. Peaceful.

“Is he?” Potter asked, tilting his head. He was genuine about the question, truly wanting to know if Vincent was a good man. Potter was a good man. Potter was an attractive man. Greg looked at Potter and smiled while he nodded his head yes.

“Your hair looks soft,” I stated to Potter. Harry Potter. I really should tell him nice things more often. It would create a lot more peace. He looked over at me and touched his head.

“Thank you. I like your hands.” He gave me a goofy smile and I’m sure I gave him one in return. My hands? I peered down curiously at my left hand, holding it closer to my face so I could get a better look. Someone roughly cleared their throat. Not peaceful.

“I, uh, think the Slytherins should go back to their compartment. It’s where the Slytherins belong.” The tone in her voice didn’t indicate peace, but she did have a point. Our compartment was where we belonged.

“Yes,” I stated. Nodding my head slowly I turned and walked down the hallway to our compartment, where we belonged.

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            I was still raging in my mind as I stepped off the train. How dare that little bitch! She had no right, no right!! Charming me like that?! ‘You have nice hair?!’ I was going kill her!

            ”You shouldn’t let silly little Mudbloods and Mudblood lovers get you so upset, my little dragon. They aren’t worth the time of day for someone in such a prestigious and revered family like the Malfoys. You are better than they are just by the grace of the family whom you were born into.”

            I took a deep breath while I remembered mother’s words. Of course she was right, she always was. I felt my anger subside slightly, but I knew that Granger would not survive if I were to see her anytime soon.

            I could sense my friends were keeping a safe distance behind me, they knew my moods better than anyone. Talking to me right now would be the stupidest idea anyone could have. I tore through the crowd until I felt something collide into my hip. I threw an intense glare at the small brown haired child who ran into me. He looked up, about to apologize, but the look on my face stopped him cold.

            “You’re name?!” I spat out coldly.

            “Daniel Benignitas, uh, sir.” The small boy swallowed nervously.

            “Congratulations, Benignitas.” I pointed my aristocratic finger in his direction. “I’m going to make your life here at Hogwarts A. Living. Hell.” I leaned down toward him as I spoke, enunciating and lacing each word with the rage that I felt. He stumbled backwards from sheer fear and tumbled over Vincent’s outstretched leg. I could hear the chuckles of my friends teasing the boy further, but didn’t care as I stormed--elegantly of course--toward a carriage.

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            As the first years were sorted, my anger dissipated. I became pleased as my assumptions about the first year’s placements in the houses were validated. There were a couple of surprises. One notable girl, whom I was sure would be sorted into Hufflepuff, landed herself into Slytherin. I thought the Hat had gotten it wrong at first, but as the meal went on she slowly began to gain social power among her peers. By the end of the Feast she had completely solidified herself as the center of the Slytherin first year’s circle. I was impressed. I also kept a watchful eye on that Benignitas boy while he quickly made his way to the Ravenclaw table.

            The Headmaster droned on about happiness, sunshine and bunnies, practically using every cliché about friendship and love this world had to offer. Eventually the old coot got winded and finally ended his speech. Food appeared on the table and everyone began to dig in.

            A loud sonorous-enhanced clearing of the throat reverberated throughout the great hall. Everyone looked up to the head table and stared at an overly large ugly woman. She was clad in the most garish pink robes with the whole horrid look topped off with a feather garnished neon pink Cloche hat.

            The woman began her speech with a scratching low voice not fit for any type of woman. She mentioned something about the classes at Hogwarts being too dangerous and changes that apparently needed to be made. All in all it was quite dull. I had a hard time paying attention, the draw of food overwhelming and her speech oh so boring. I knew, though, that I had to. My father mentioned much about her and what her presence meant at Hogwarts.

            I was told she would be expecting me as a student here, and that she already had fondness for the purest of families. She was herself a sixteenth or seventeenth generation pureblood. Nothing too exciting, but nothing to be shy about. It was obvious from father’s interactions with her that she took her duty as a pureblood Wizengamot official very seriously. Too seriously. Apparently she needed to lighten up and dislodge her wand from her behind.

            It was also no secret among those close in the Minister’s Cabinet that she was hopelessly in love with Cornelius Fudge, and would do anything to please him. She was useful and, as such, the Minister kept her around and in fancy. It was my duty to direct the Slytherin house to kiss up to her as much as possible. Apparently brown nosing was easy and effective with her. My father told me that once I had her ‘good grace’ that my life here at Hogwarts would be a breeze. My wishes would be granted and my enemies would become her enemies. I smirked as she finished her speech and sat down. This year will be fun.

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            I situated myself on one of the couches near the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. The chair was located on a raised platform and angled such that the majority of the room was visible. It physically mirrored the image I wanted to project; everything centering itself on a level below me. It wasn’t the best seat in the common room, nor the one that held the most power. That one was directly next to the fireplace, a high-backed chair adorned with elegant carvings on the armrests.

It might have seemed out of place next to the relatively toned down, plain green couches that littered the room, but to the Slytherins the meaning of it was obvious. Whomever sat in that chair had the power, was the top. You did not argue with, talk about, nor suggest equality with whoever sat in that chair. It was a seventh year who sat in it now, Elliot Potestas*. He deserved that seat, I grudgingly thought. He was powerful and charming, not to mention he was from the Potestas Family.

Not too long ago the Potestas were able to boast that they were blessed with Dues virtus* abilities. It was said that his Great Great Grandfather, Regalus Potestas, could shatter any object with the flick of his wrist. Even those objects that were spelled to never break. The religion of Venia Decem* said this power was granted by the God of Saturn, and those that held this power were Holy. Great charm, of course, was also a passive ability of Saturn, and some said the Potestas still possessed this power.

I sighed. I only had to wait another year before that seat was mine. There were no obvious power players in the sixth years, and definitely no one who had a status higher than myself. I spoke very little as I watched everyone interact after a summer long absence. I saw some genuine happiness on people’s faces, some fake happiness, and some downright open hostility. How fun it always was to watch the social struggles of the Slytherins. We were so very good at it.

It wasn’t long before everyone began heading off to their dorms to unpack. I stretched as I stood and decided that I didn’t feel like joining them. Instead I turned towards the door and debated whether the risk of getting caught was worth a walk.

“You coming?” Vincent asked as he slouched his way to our rooms.

“No. I’m going to take a walk. Don’t wait up.” I waved a hand behind my shoulder in their general direction as I opened the door and stepped out into the cool corridor. The halls were quiet, but not too much. It was obvious that this castle was full of life even though there was no one in the halls. I slowly meandered my way through the back hallways looking out through large decorative windows onto the lawns of Hogwarts.

I stepped into the familiar [J9] rotund[JJ10] a near the back of the school and stared upwards at the beautiful ceiling. Not many people knew about this place which always made it a nice place to be alone. At least, I thought I was alone.

“Malfoy,” someone snarled from behind me. Potter, again? I turned around quickly, ready for another one of his mental attacks. The boy had his wand in one hand and a strange old parchment in his other. “Why are you sneaking around the castle this late?” he accused.

I scoffed. “What the hell are you doing in the halls this late at night?” He was just as much sneaking around as I was.

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t up to anything, Death Eater!” I raised a delicate eyebrow. Is that what the attack was about earlier? He thought I was a Death Eater? I almost started laughing, but his glare made me sober up.

“Potter, I’m fifteen years old. Even if I wanted to be a Death Eater, and don’t think I’m going to give you the satisfaction of recording me saying I do, I’m a little young don’t you think?”

“Voldemort didn’t think I was too young to try to kill me!” Potter’s voice rose as he raised his wand toward me. Kill him? I guess that would make sense. He did destroy the Dark Lord in the first place. I wasn’t privy to what exactly happened that night, Father[J11] refused to speak of anything. I had just realized that I never thought about what might have happened. The whole thing left an unpleasant taste in my mouth, so I quickly discarded the thoughts.

“Don’t lie to me Malfoy. You’re a Death Eater, just like your father.” I frowned, annoyed at him. I didn’t want to talk about this anymore; I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I turned away from him and began walking back out the door I came in.

“Whatever you say Potter, just leave me alone.”
            “Expelliarmus![J12] ” I felt my wand dislodge from my holster and fly behind me. Dammit, Potter. Is that the only damn spell you know? If I had a sickle for every time that boy used that spell on me, I would be wealthier than my family, the Crabbe’s, and the Goyle’s put together[J13] . I turned around, the look of annoyance evident on my face.

“Potter,” I growled dangerously.

“Visictus*!” he magicked again, but this time at my chest. It felt as if a quickly moving brick wall had hit me. Hard. I found myself flying backwards, until I hit the wall behind me. For a moment, everything went black.
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