Disclaimer: Straight and Simple: Me no own Harry Potter. Capice? Rated R
for itty-bitty sexual content. And possible 'weird' pairing.
Chapter 1 :: Mystic and Mayhem
Draco sighed with boredom as he idly toyed with Pansy's hair. He was lying naked wrapped within silk-sewn comforters after doing one of the things he reveled in during these days… yet he was unmistakably bored. Bored of Pansy. Another sigh escaped his lips.
Pansy sleepily looked into his silver-grey eyes. " Draco, darling, what's wrong?"
You, he was tempted to say, but instead he frowned and got up from the bed wearily. He quickly pulled on a deep green robe with a silver emblem of a snake, the avatar of Salazar Slytherin. He gazed at Pansy, his expression masked. "I have to go." He said shortly.
"Drac-"
Draco swept out of the room, not looking back. Walking quickly through the hallways of the Malfoy Manor, his steps echoed on the marble floor with precision. Thoughts raced through his head. Pansy didn't really love him. She was another one of them. Manipulative bitch. Draco had received an almost telepathic ability ever since his thirteenth birthday without warning. Part of some dumb prophesy by some unknown seer captured by Voldemort's groupies, he recollected. He had used his newfound abilities to tap into her mind last night discovering that she was just using him to get to the Malfoy's wealth and prestige.
Draco took a deep breath and pushed the whirlwind of thoughts out of his mind. He had somehow wandered into the lower levels and reached a solid door nearly the height of the manor- above ground. The door was engraved with realistic carvings of snakes and an ancient rune inscribed in the stone blockade. He paused, hesitating before reciting in an ancient tongue. He raised his hand, gesturing towards the door as the last few words echoed in the far recesses of the level. The door didn't budge at first but soon gave way to a dark corridor leading into a large ballroom. He confidently walked into the room, in his usual swagger.
The decorum of the room was rich, yet tattered and antique. Heavy draperies hung about in scarlet waterfalls and a large brazier lit the whole room, flickering blood red light in every corner. The walls were bedecked with manifold and multiform amorial trophies and a varied collection of artifacts from around the world lay resting on marble pedestals. In the middle of the room was a throne, and on it sat Voldemort with Nagini on his lap and his father on his right hand side.
"Master." Draco bowed. "I have come to serve you."
Voldemort looked on with a gleam in his eyes, thoughtful. "Then you shall, my dragon," he decided. "Then you shall."
***
Harry awoke with a start, coming out from the dream world that plagued his sleep with nightmares. The usual, he decided, Voldemort at the head of an apocalyptic world. He sat there for a while, wondering if the dream was actually prophetic before he was snapped out of his reverie by a certain munchkin-shaped-cardiac-arrest-waiting-to-happen, Dudley Dursley.
"Wake up scar-boy." Dudley said, munching on a bag of chips. Ever since Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had given up on the whole diet plan, Dudley had been eating anything he could get his hands on.
Harry glared at him, not being in the mood for Dudley's daily round of torture. It was not torture that Dudley called him names or anything, but rather the fact that Dudley actually had nothing better to do than base his life on making life a hell for Harry. Quite pathetic really. He almost felt sorry for poor over weighted Dudley. Almost. "If you were mentally intact, you could obviously tell that I am awake already."
Dudley stared at him, his face paling slightly. Recovering, he looked at Harry with a smirk and went downstairs.
Harry sighed and went downstairs to see the whole house in chaos. Uncle Vernon was running around the house turning red and shouting at a young cab driver while the poor man was trying to juggle the luggage Aunt Petunia was piling on his arms. "What's going on?"
Uncle Vernon turned and gave him a nasty smile. "We're going to France for a year."
"What about me?"
Aunt Petunia scowled before answering. "You're staying here. You think we could actually risk being seen with the likes of you?" The young cab driver slowly made his way out the door with his arms full of luggage while Petunia followed him, scrutinizing. Dudley brushed past him with a slight grin.
Everyone piled into the car leaving Harry on the doorstep gaping after them. "What about Hogwarts?" He cried out. But by then, the car had already backed out of the driveway and drove off. Harry went back inside to an unusually quiet house, feeling a mix of both relief and excitement. He had never had the house to himself before. It was eerie. How was he going to get to Hogwarts? He wondered, wrinkling his eyebrows at the tiny dilemma. He decided the best way to solve the problem is by consulting Ron and Hermione.
He turned to go up the stairs when he thought he heard a tiny 'click' in the backdoor. Must be the Dursleys returning after playing a prank on me with the whole "France" thing, he thought bitterly. Then, he spotted a printout sheet of the arrival and departure date of the Muggle air ticket. He narrowed his eyes and cautiously made his way to the kitchen.
Upon hearing another 'click', he hesitated. He didn't exactly know if it was his own imagination playing tricks on him. He stood there for a few seconds, listening, hearing only the eerie silence of the empty house and his own heart pounding, he exhaled, without realizing that he had been holding his breath the whole time. He started to turn around when something made him freeze in his tracks.
CLICK! An unmistakable sound.
Harry caught his breath and swiftly grabbed a poker from the chimney. His socks muffling his steps from the hardwood floor, he crossed the dining room and flattened himself against the wall near the kitchen entrance. Breathing unsteadily, he inched his way closer to the kitchen. Closer and closer.
Suddenly a metallic odor filled the air, leaving a sour taste in Harry's mouth and throat. A creature, moving faster than humanly possible leaped through the connecting rooms, landing in front of Harry. It had long legs and stood upright as a human does. Its skin seemed to be made of bronze, and two glassy eyes stared out at him. It was almost cute, until it opened its mouth, revealing rows of needle-like teeth and gave out an inhuman shriek that imploded in Harry's head, causing it to throb in pain. Harry jumped back just as the creature struck out with it's razor sharp claws, raking the air in front of Harry's nose.
Harry stared dumbly in shock at the near miss. RUN! His mind screamed at him. His mind went blank as his legs wobbled themselves away from the creature. He ran to the cupboard under the stairs only to find the creature blocking his way. It leaped at him with fury, and he threw himself to the side. It sailed over him and collided into the opposing wall. Smoke and debris rained down on impact.
Harry took the forgotten poker in his hand, broke the lock on the cupboard and grabbed his wand before the creature recovered and came back for round two. The creature screeched and leaped at him again. It had recovered with a speed Harry didn't anticipate.
"Stupefy!" The spell hit the creature and ricocheted off its bronze metal- like skin. Even though the spell didn't have its intended effect, the sudden movement confused the creature for a moment, giving Harry enough time to duck out of the way. Harry looked in horror as he realized that probably all his spell would ricochet off the skin armor. Scrabbling to his feet, he tripped over the poker on the floor. Grabbing it as he fell, he whipped it around, catching the creature in its abdomen. The creature shook off the blow and swiped at him again. This time it didn't miss.
So this is the end, Harry thought with finality as he slammed against the wall. Pain shot through him as his vision spiraled into darkness.
***
Malfoy screamed in agony as a skull with a serpent was burned into his arm. He enjoyed seeing the looked of pain on the other death eaters that were initiated when he was little but now he truly realized what they went through. It wasn't just a physical sensation, but more of the mental as well. He could almost feel his soul being ripped out and abused with a dull knife twenty million times over. All the sudden, it was over. He clutched his arm and collapsed onto the hard stone ground. All the while, one thought echoed through his mind. It hurts. Understatement of the century. A metallic taste slid down his throat as he swallowed. He had been biting his tongue the whole time.
Draco fixed his eyes dully on the white glow in Voldemort's hands. That's mine, give it back! He wanted to shout. But instead, he just lay on the floor, grimacing in pain.
Voldemort deposited the glow into a box. Draco stared at it, entranced, pain forgotten. It was not made of any material that he knew of. It contained a glossy surface with metallic colors, warping into each other.
"It's a Hsanov box." Lucius mentioned casually, seeing the mystified look on Draco's face. "One of the rarest materials in the world. It's said to come from the ancient dragons in the Sylon Mountains. Virtually indestructible." He sneered. "Ministry practically put it on my hands."
Voldemort closed the box with a snap and turned towards Lucius. "I can feel my power returning to me. The glorious days when people cowered under the name of Lord Voldemort will return soon. But first, the destruction of Harry Potter." His eyes flashed. "Lucius-."
"I understand my lord." Lucius bowed gracefully. "Draco."
"Of course father." Draco drawled. His pain was beginning to subside but with each movement came a fiery pain. He stiffly got up and followed Lucius out the door. It closed behind him silently.
Voldemort looked up when the last of his servants left. Only servants. None of them even worthy of living except for young Draco. Yet, they all have their uses. He smiled maliciously. As soon as Salazar Slytherin is resurrected, they will all die and we will rule the new world together. He held out his hands and Nagini slid into his palm.
Mysss Lords, Hows are you goings ssto retrieve the four talismansss to resurrect Masster? Nagini hissed.
I already have one, Voldemort replied in parseltongue. He absentmindedly stroked a jeweled chalice resting on a marble pedestal. The sword lies in Hogwarts and the wand in Belisaere.
But lords, hows iss you goings to findss the fourss one?
Once I find all three, the three will draw the last one out, and then it will be revealed to me. Voldemort sat on his throne, deep in thought. "Patience, Nagini. Patience."
*********************Chapter Finite Incantatem @
My first chapter! Weehee! Wonder if I really killed Potter. I know people are probably pissed at me for making Draco a lousy death-eater and this chapter doesn't exactly do much for his sexy side but I'm working on it… I know this chapter is really slow but I have to explain the plot ya know? There might be some romance in the next chapter or whatever. Hope you liked it! Enjoy, don't forget to review. Feedback, constructive critism, yadda yadda yadda. Pretty Please? I need to know if it's any good in order to continue writing!
Chapter 1 :: Mystic and Mayhem
Draco sighed with boredom as he idly toyed with Pansy's hair. He was lying naked wrapped within silk-sewn comforters after doing one of the things he reveled in during these days… yet he was unmistakably bored. Bored of Pansy. Another sigh escaped his lips.
Pansy sleepily looked into his silver-grey eyes. " Draco, darling, what's wrong?"
You, he was tempted to say, but instead he frowned and got up from the bed wearily. He quickly pulled on a deep green robe with a silver emblem of a snake, the avatar of Salazar Slytherin. He gazed at Pansy, his expression masked. "I have to go." He said shortly.
"Drac-"
Draco swept out of the room, not looking back. Walking quickly through the hallways of the Malfoy Manor, his steps echoed on the marble floor with precision. Thoughts raced through his head. Pansy didn't really love him. She was another one of them. Manipulative bitch. Draco had received an almost telepathic ability ever since his thirteenth birthday without warning. Part of some dumb prophesy by some unknown seer captured by Voldemort's groupies, he recollected. He had used his newfound abilities to tap into her mind last night discovering that she was just using him to get to the Malfoy's wealth and prestige.
Draco took a deep breath and pushed the whirlwind of thoughts out of his mind. He had somehow wandered into the lower levels and reached a solid door nearly the height of the manor- above ground. The door was engraved with realistic carvings of snakes and an ancient rune inscribed in the stone blockade. He paused, hesitating before reciting in an ancient tongue. He raised his hand, gesturing towards the door as the last few words echoed in the far recesses of the level. The door didn't budge at first but soon gave way to a dark corridor leading into a large ballroom. He confidently walked into the room, in his usual swagger.
The decorum of the room was rich, yet tattered and antique. Heavy draperies hung about in scarlet waterfalls and a large brazier lit the whole room, flickering blood red light in every corner. The walls were bedecked with manifold and multiform amorial trophies and a varied collection of artifacts from around the world lay resting on marble pedestals. In the middle of the room was a throne, and on it sat Voldemort with Nagini on his lap and his father on his right hand side.
"Master." Draco bowed. "I have come to serve you."
Voldemort looked on with a gleam in his eyes, thoughtful. "Then you shall, my dragon," he decided. "Then you shall."
***
Harry awoke with a start, coming out from the dream world that plagued his sleep with nightmares. The usual, he decided, Voldemort at the head of an apocalyptic world. He sat there for a while, wondering if the dream was actually prophetic before he was snapped out of his reverie by a certain munchkin-shaped-cardiac-arrest-waiting-to-happen, Dudley Dursley.
"Wake up scar-boy." Dudley said, munching on a bag of chips. Ever since Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had given up on the whole diet plan, Dudley had been eating anything he could get his hands on.
Harry glared at him, not being in the mood for Dudley's daily round of torture. It was not torture that Dudley called him names or anything, but rather the fact that Dudley actually had nothing better to do than base his life on making life a hell for Harry. Quite pathetic really. He almost felt sorry for poor over weighted Dudley. Almost. "If you were mentally intact, you could obviously tell that I am awake already."
Dudley stared at him, his face paling slightly. Recovering, he looked at Harry with a smirk and went downstairs.
Harry sighed and went downstairs to see the whole house in chaos. Uncle Vernon was running around the house turning red and shouting at a young cab driver while the poor man was trying to juggle the luggage Aunt Petunia was piling on his arms. "What's going on?"
Uncle Vernon turned and gave him a nasty smile. "We're going to France for a year."
"What about me?"
Aunt Petunia scowled before answering. "You're staying here. You think we could actually risk being seen with the likes of you?" The young cab driver slowly made his way out the door with his arms full of luggage while Petunia followed him, scrutinizing. Dudley brushed past him with a slight grin.
Everyone piled into the car leaving Harry on the doorstep gaping after them. "What about Hogwarts?" He cried out. But by then, the car had already backed out of the driveway and drove off. Harry went back inside to an unusually quiet house, feeling a mix of both relief and excitement. He had never had the house to himself before. It was eerie. How was he going to get to Hogwarts? He wondered, wrinkling his eyebrows at the tiny dilemma. He decided the best way to solve the problem is by consulting Ron and Hermione.
He turned to go up the stairs when he thought he heard a tiny 'click' in the backdoor. Must be the Dursleys returning after playing a prank on me with the whole "France" thing, he thought bitterly. Then, he spotted a printout sheet of the arrival and departure date of the Muggle air ticket. He narrowed his eyes and cautiously made his way to the kitchen.
Upon hearing another 'click', he hesitated. He didn't exactly know if it was his own imagination playing tricks on him. He stood there for a few seconds, listening, hearing only the eerie silence of the empty house and his own heart pounding, he exhaled, without realizing that he had been holding his breath the whole time. He started to turn around when something made him freeze in his tracks.
CLICK! An unmistakable sound.
Harry caught his breath and swiftly grabbed a poker from the chimney. His socks muffling his steps from the hardwood floor, he crossed the dining room and flattened himself against the wall near the kitchen entrance. Breathing unsteadily, he inched his way closer to the kitchen. Closer and closer.
Suddenly a metallic odor filled the air, leaving a sour taste in Harry's mouth and throat. A creature, moving faster than humanly possible leaped through the connecting rooms, landing in front of Harry. It had long legs and stood upright as a human does. Its skin seemed to be made of bronze, and two glassy eyes stared out at him. It was almost cute, until it opened its mouth, revealing rows of needle-like teeth and gave out an inhuman shriek that imploded in Harry's head, causing it to throb in pain. Harry jumped back just as the creature struck out with it's razor sharp claws, raking the air in front of Harry's nose.
Harry stared dumbly in shock at the near miss. RUN! His mind screamed at him. His mind went blank as his legs wobbled themselves away from the creature. He ran to the cupboard under the stairs only to find the creature blocking his way. It leaped at him with fury, and he threw himself to the side. It sailed over him and collided into the opposing wall. Smoke and debris rained down on impact.
Harry took the forgotten poker in his hand, broke the lock on the cupboard and grabbed his wand before the creature recovered and came back for round two. The creature screeched and leaped at him again. It had recovered with a speed Harry didn't anticipate.
"Stupefy!" The spell hit the creature and ricocheted off its bronze metal- like skin. Even though the spell didn't have its intended effect, the sudden movement confused the creature for a moment, giving Harry enough time to duck out of the way. Harry looked in horror as he realized that probably all his spell would ricochet off the skin armor. Scrabbling to his feet, he tripped over the poker on the floor. Grabbing it as he fell, he whipped it around, catching the creature in its abdomen. The creature shook off the blow and swiped at him again. This time it didn't miss.
So this is the end, Harry thought with finality as he slammed against the wall. Pain shot through him as his vision spiraled into darkness.
***
Malfoy screamed in agony as a skull with a serpent was burned into his arm. He enjoyed seeing the looked of pain on the other death eaters that were initiated when he was little but now he truly realized what they went through. It wasn't just a physical sensation, but more of the mental as well. He could almost feel his soul being ripped out and abused with a dull knife twenty million times over. All the sudden, it was over. He clutched his arm and collapsed onto the hard stone ground. All the while, one thought echoed through his mind. It hurts. Understatement of the century. A metallic taste slid down his throat as he swallowed. He had been biting his tongue the whole time.
Draco fixed his eyes dully on the white glow in Voldemort's hands. That's mine, give it back! He wanted to shout. But instead, he just lay on the floor, grimacing in pain.
Voldemort deposited the glow into a box. Draco stared at it, entranced, pain forgotten. It was not made of any material that he knew of. It contained a glossy surface with metallic colors, warping into each other.
"It's a Hsanov box." Lucius mentioned casually, seeing the mystified look on Draco's face. "One of the rarest materials in the world. It's said to come from the ancient dragons in the Sylon Mountains. Virtually indestructible." He sneered. "Ministry practically put it on my hands."
Voldemort closed the box with a snap and turned towards Lucius. "I can feel my power returning to me. The glorious days when people cowered under the name of Lord Voldemort will return soon. But first, the destruction of Harry Potter." His eyes flashed. "Lucius-."
"I understand my lord." Lucius bowed gracefully. "Draco."
"Of course father." Draco drawled. His pain was beginning to subside but with each movement came a fiery pain. He stiffly got up and followed Lucius out the door. It closed behind him silently.
Voldemort looked up when the last of his servants left. Only servants. None of them even worthy of living except for young Draco. Yet, they all have their uses. He smiled maliciously. As soon as Salazar Slytherin is resurrected, they will all die and we will rule the new world together. He held out his hands and Nagini slid into his palm.
Mysss Lords, Hows are you goings ssto retrieve the four talismansss to resurrect Masster? Nagini hissed.
I already have one, Voldemort replied in parseltongue. He absentmindedly stroked a jeweled chalice resting on a marble pedestal. The sword lies in Hogwarts and the wand in Belisaere.
But lords, hows iss you goings to findss the fourss one?
Once I find all three, the three will draw the last one out, and then it will be revealed to me. Voldemort sat on his throne, deep in thought. "Patience, Nagini. Patience."
*********************Chapter Finite Incantatem @
My first chapter! Weehee! Wonder if I really killed Potter. I know people are probably pissed at me for making Draco a lousy death-eater and this chapter doesn't exactly do much for his sexy side but I'm working on it… I know this chapter is really slow but I have to explain the plot ya know? There might be some romance in the next chapter or whatever. Hope you liked it! Enjoy, don't forget to review. Feedback, constructive critism, yadda yadda yadda. Pretty Please? I need to know if it's any good in order to continue writing!