Disclaimer: I own none of this Harry Potter stuff, anything you recognize from the books or the movies is not mine. I can only claim the spell, the club, and Tric (and her family).
AN: After book five AU. Lucius Malfoy bought his way out of Azkaban really quickly, Draco Malfoy was pretty quiet with only minor altercations with the trio over their last two years of school. Sixth year passed with a minor 'stop Voldemort from invading the castle' adventure where nobody died.
Chapter 1: Speech and Spell Goodbye
Seventh year had been very peaceful and for once all Harry Potter, and friends, had had to worry about was NEWTs. The graduation ceremony flew by normally with no Death Eaters or end of the year heroics. Only Draco Malfoy's speech caused a disturbance.
Since spending the last two years abnormally quiet, and spending so much time in the library that he was more of a common fixture there than even Hermione. Malfoy had actually tied with her for top grades in the graduating class. Both he and Hermione were asked to give a sort of goodbye speech to their fellow graduates at the end of the ceremony. Hermione's was relatively routine with an emphasis on the importance of knowledge and working together in these dark times.
And then Malfoy stood at the podium as everyone prepared for a horribly insulting rant. Even Professor Snape look uncomfortable and at that moment almost bored. But then he opened his mouth and shocked every single person in the room.
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore, for giving me a chance and allowing me to stand here and speak today. It is awing that I have been awarded the honor of being considered academically equal to one who has repeatedly been called the most brilliant witch of our time. With this unique opportunity I hope that regardless of how much each of you may dislike me that you will at least recall these words with unbiased judgment."
He paused as the whispers started to drown out his voice. The clear sentiment of shock filled the hall. Had Draco Malfoy actually thanked Professor Dumbledore? Had he really just complimented Hermione Granger? Was this actually the right person up there giving the speech? After a moment the hall quieted down and everyone started listening in earnest so as to catch any other once in a lifetime occurrences.
"In this time of war each of us is expected to play a role based on who we are. I am telling you, especially my fellow Slytherins, not to be who you are expected. As of today I am going to go out into the world and be who I want to be, not who my father wants me to be, not what most of you expect me to be. I urge you all to ignore what others want of you, and do what you want."
Muttering picked up to a fever pitch at this. Everyone in the room knew what Malfoy was saying. He was all but outright telling them that he wasn't going to be a Death Eater. Furthermore he was encouraging the Slytherins to turn their backs on their families and do what they wanted. After clearing his throat a few times the crowd of students eventually turned their attention back to Malfoy.
"Each of you has talents unique to yourself. Use them to fulfill your dreams. Longbottom, for example, is an herbology genius. He should ignore what others want him to do and use his talents to fulfill his own dreams. Those who abandon you are not true friends."
At this stunning compliment Neville looked almost ready to faint. Ron almost looked sick, like he was waiting for the punch line of the joke. The rest of the hall was too stunned even to start whispering. With a small smirk at shocking everyone into speechlessness Malfoy continued.
"There is a war happening beyond these walls. Choose your side carefully. All evidence points to the fact that Harry Potter will never die, …except possibly by old age. Good luck." With those parting words Draco Malfoy stepped down off the raised platform and sat back with his friends in Slytherin.
As Dumbledore dismissed everyone to mingle and enjoy refreshments in the Great Hall not many noticed as Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy slipped away towards the Slytherin dorms.
"Draco, what the hell was that? Do you realize how badly your father will want to kill you now! When you asked me to help you escape I didn't realize that he'd be out for your blood-"
"Blaise, everything is set so that nobody will be able to blame anyone but me for anything. Just let me get my bag. We both need to grab this portkey, but don't worry. Once you cast the spell it'll take you back here. I promise I've got it planned. Besides Pansy promised to vouch for you."
As he made this statement Draco dragged a decent sized duffle bag out from under his bed. Holding on to the bag he and Blaise both grabbed the small dragon figurine Draco indicated and with a tug behind their navels were whisked away.
Staggering as they landed Blaise glanced disdainfully around at the dirty public bathroom they'd landed in. Draco quickly stripped off his robes, revealing common Muggle jeans and a sweatshirt underneath, and folded them unzipping the zipper on the duffle marked with a 'W' he placed them inside. Pulling out a long thin box with a lock he handed Blaise his wand.
"Did you memorize it like I asked?"
"Yes, but Draco I don't get why I'm doing this. What will this spell do to you?"
"I'll tell you after you've cast it, don't worry it's not illegal. But you must NEVER tell ANYONE that you cast it. And you have to promise me you'll never cast it on anyone… except possibly my father… or the Dark Lord... or my aunt Bellatrix."
Blaise looked even more nervous at this warning but smoothed out his face into an expressionless mask, nodded his agreement, and started to chant waving his wand in intricate patterns over Draco and Draco's wand. Finishing the chant a mere two minutes later a dark navy blue light crept from Blaise's wand and engulfed the other boy and his wand before sinking beneath the surface of Draco's skin to disappear.
Draco silently opened the box and after Blaise placed Draco's wand inside snapped it shut locking it before replacing it in the duffle bag. He zipped up the 'W' zipper and reached for the zipper marked with an 'M.' Slipping out a pair of dark sunglasses he closed the duffle for the last time before slinging it over his shoulder. Pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt he handed Blaise a letter.
"Post that to the Daily Prophet as soon as you get back, please. We're at a Muggle airport and I have a plane to America to catch." He stated before stepping towards the door. "You can just tell everyone that you saw me portkey out of the dorm after mentioning a plane to America, nobody'll suspect you after that letter is sent. Just use a school owl."
"Wait! What did that spell do, Draco?"
Turning to look back at his friend he smirked and told him before slipping out the door. Leaving Blaise to stand stunned before he hurriedly portkeyd back to Hogwarts.
The last sentence any wizard heard Draco Malfoy say was, "Why Blaise, you've turned me into a Muggle."