Prelude: All Innocence Lost
Draco Malfoy genuflected gracefully in front of the Dark Lord, his pale gray eyes averted from the most powerful of dark wizards.
"Draco Malfoy, stand."
Draco obeyed his master, still keeping his eyes down.
"Look at me," the soft voice hissed, "And tell me, truthfully, what you see."
Draco felt a surge of elation and fear, knowing that his Lord was considering him a true Death Eater. He raised his head slowly, drinking in the sight of his master for the first time.
Black robes, blackest black. Obviously silk by the sheen of it. He was thin, Draco noted, as thin as Potter. Draco knew he was about to see the master's face when his gray eyes passed Lord Voldemort's pendant of a serpent emerging from a skull. Finally, he looked into the Dark Lord's dark brown eyes.
"I see a man only a few years older than I. One with short black hair, pale skin, and cold brown eyes. One who does not look truly fearsome. Someone who," Draco thought for a moment, trying to phrase it in the right words, "wouldn't be recognized as the Dark Lord. Forgive me for asking, but-"
Voldemort smirked. "It would seem the blood of the foe, forcibly taken, returned me to my younger years. Physically, I am only twenty years old. Well over forty years wiped away as Harry Potter's blood swept through my veins."
He looked at Draco's stunned face. "No one noticed it at first. They believed it was the effects of a new body."
Draco nodded. "Master, I do not believe you simply desired to inform me of this amazing secret. Why am I here?"
Voldemort smiled. "To the point, like your father. Yes, there is another reason. There is a ritual I wish to test. You are the perfect test subject. The only thing that can happen if the ritual is incorrectly preformed, your eyes will become pure white. No more, no less."
Draco knelt fully then and bowed his head. "Thank you for this honor."
Voldemort smiled coldly. "Umbra! Lunas!"
Draco's eyes widened although he didn't look. He knew of the twins Umbra and Lunas. They were the some of the finest assassins of the Death Eaters, only second to Draco himself.
"Umbra, Lunas, you are knowledgeable of the Yhtapme Ritual?"
The black haired Umbra looked at Draco, and smiled. "Lord, you are serious."
Silver haired Lunas laughed. "'Tis our pleasure, Lord Voldemort." He took out his wand. "This will be a fine night, eh?"
Draco still didn't look up. If Umbra and Lunas were helping the Dark Lord to perform this ritual, it must be a difficult one. They were very good assassins, even better as ritualists.
"Any clothing can interfere with this ritual, Draco." Umbra said coolly. "Remove it and kick it out of the circle."
Draco took off his black robes, black boots, white socks, and then his gray boxer-shorts. The only thing he kept was a silver chain with an ankh.
"Hands and knees, little dragon, hands and knees." Lunas said as, from what Draco heard, he removed his own robes.
Draco complied, wondering what the fuck the 'Yhtapme Ritual' was, and why it the word yhtapme sounded familiar…
"Shut your eyes, open your mouth, and lift your damn head." Lunas snapped. By his tone, Lunas and/or Umbra had said that several times while Draco was lost in his thoughts.
Draco sighed and followed the instructions. This was getting boring.
"Finally," Umbra said behind Draco, "Now, the fun starts. Master, you may begin."
Voldemort began to chant, his icy voice raising and falling in rhythm.
Lunas was standing in front of Draco (or was he kneeling?) while Umbra was behind Draco.
The tempo of the chant slowed down for a second, as if to signal one of the twins.
The tip of something slightly cool entered Draco's mouth. It slowly entered; trembling slightly as it entered. It was small and felt familiar…
It slid back out and returned quickly, a little warmer and bigger.
As it thrusted, it became hotter and larger, and Draco could feel something tickling his nose once in a while.
Suddenly, a surge of immense pain hit Draco. His eyes flew open from the shock, and a feeling of horror felt the young Death Eater. Lunas was shoving his cock into Draco's open mouth while Umbra was ramming his own huge cock up his untouched ass! To make it worse, the chant had frozen Draco in his position, making it impossible for the poor boy to free himself from this ritual.
"Oh god yes!" Umbra cried as he reamed Draco's asshole harder and harder. "You have such a tight little ass, Malfoy!" Then, the black-haired assassin grabbed Draco's limp cock and started to rub it.
Lunas laughed cruelly. "Gonna make our little dragon come, eh Umbra?"
Umbra chuckled and squeezed Draco's balls. "Yep. He's all ours for this, ya know, so better make the best of it. How 'bout I do a little sixty-nine on him when you ream him here?"
Draco felt a cold disgust. He hadn't known Umbra and Lunas were lovers as well as brothers! The thought of being homosexual wasn't a problem for Draco, he had a few friends who were 'as straight as a rainbow'; it was the fact that Umbra and Lunas were committing incest that sickened him. Then again, the sickness could have been added onto now that Lunas was large enough to be able to ram his dick down Draco's throat. Draco fought down the waves of revulsion and steeled himself from Umbra's arousing administrations to his own penis.
"Oh ho! You are an icy bitch, little dragon! I guess we have to release the heavy artillery!" Umbra hissed in Draco's ear as he stopped for a moment, flush against the pale boy's back. He removed his hands from Draco, and purred, "I'm gonna come in your little puckered ass, and Lunas is gonna suck it all out. While he's blowing out that, I'm going for some sixty-nine, you know what that is?"
Draco didn't even response, focusing on shutting his emotions out.
"You probably do, having that Parkinson slut. But, I get hornier when I tell this shit, so I'll tell. We're going to suck the other's dick, and you're going to like it, get it?" Umbra growled darkly as he started to pump once again, making the pain even worse.
Draco heard an ear-piecing cry and Lunas wrenched his cock out of Draco's mouth and, to Draco's s abhorrence, Lunas sprayed his milky seed all over Draco's pale pointed face. Then, Umbra released his cum into Draco's bowels.
Draco was suddenly freed from the spell, and he fell to his stomach, coughing and spitting. "You," he hissed coldly, each word a cough, "are. Repulsive. Mother. Fu-"
Umbra hoisted Draco for a moment, and placed him back down on something.
"Oh my," Lunas's voice was heard beneath him, "Umbra, you did a nice job buggering young Malfoy. Now, I have to clean it." Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when silver-haired Lunas began to suck his anus, and he was so startled by this, he forgot Umbra until the black-haired bastard forced his dick into Draco's mouth, and started sucking on Draco's still flaccid penis.
Draco continued to steel himself, remaining still. He didn't notice Umbra going at it. He hardly could feel Lunas cleaning out his ass.
"Damn!" Umbra said. "Lunas, this guy ain't going up at all! He's as cold as the Arctic!"
Lunas wiggled out from under Draco and said, "He should be, remember?"
Umbra huffed. "I think it's not fair. I wanted to see him cum, Lunas."
Draco heard Lunas sigh. "Well, that wasn't the object. It was to-"
Draco didn't hear the rest because his mind faded into darkness at that moment.
*
Christopher Aubrey made a choked sound as his date to the Seventh-Year Prom tied his black tie.
"Oh, shut up!" Sophia said, looking up at Chris affectionately. "You look good dressed up as a Muggle."
Chris managed to smile and grimace at the same time. "I'm a Pureblood, Mooney."
"So?" Sophia answered back, stepping off the stool. "You gotta try things, lover boy."
"Yeah," Chris grinned, "Like trying to keep you from blowing up something while I'm gone. You know that's-"
Sophia hushed him by standing on tiptoe and planting a kiss on his mouth. "No, it ain't, and you know it." She smiled. "Look on the bright side," she sat down and began to get her ankle hose on, "I'll be still here for another year, oh, thanks."
Chris had knelt down and did it for her. "I know. You look wonderful yourself." He slipped her high-heels on. "Now, at least you don't have to use a stool to kiss me." He gently caressed her thigh and sighed. "Black for both of us. I'm stuck in a tuxedo, and you're in a dress-pants set that would be the envy of Chanel." He patted her leg and gazed up and down her. This was a marvel. Sophia Denise Mooney was the only sixth year in Zen, known as 'all-hearts,' and one of the smartest girls in school. She was forever a tomboy, not fearing anything other than the wrath of a teacher or her parents, hating dresses, dress shoes, and anything that even implied make-up. Since first year, she was the school prankster, girl next door, and 'the girl who will never marry cuz she's too busy.' In her fifth year, his sixth year, she had kissed him in front of all of Silverhand, and said that she wanted to be his girlfriend.
To everyone's surprise, Chris had felt the same. Sophia had bugged him since he had met her, poking, punching, and kicking him, but he thought she was okay anyway. He had felt the warmth and life within her soul whenever he saw her. He had kissed her on the forehead and said yes. He was so used to Sophia in the boy's uniform with the Zen House crest, a Yin-Yang symbol. Now, for his Prom, she was in black velvet pants and a shortened black dress with a strip of gold design across the top. She wore little else; a simple black-and-gold rope choker and black high-heels that looked like boots in the front.
Sophia stood up, swayed a little, and began to walk. She stopped and looked at Chris. "How would you know about Chanel?"
Chris laughed as he hooked his arm around Sophia's bare white arm. "Hey, mom may have a bloodline that dates back to the Middle Ages, but she loves to see new stuff. She felt in love with Chanel's line before I was born."
Sophia snorted and sighed. She gestured to come along. As the two walked, Sophia thought of herself. She was grateful for Chris, and for Silverhand Academy. She was a Muggleborn, with two older non-magical brothers. If she hadn't been accepted into Silverhand, she would have been stuck in that private school that she won a scholarship for, the one that was obsessed with looks more than brains. She had found that out after first year, when her old best friend had been 'converted' to that camp.
"Hey, hey, Sofie, you okay? What's the sorrow?" Chris whispered intimately. He looked really worried.
Sophia looked at her black-haired boyfriend with her patented 'damn you' brown-eyed glare. She could never hide anything from his empathy, a family gift that was both blessing and curse. "My best friend in elementary. When I came back from here after first year, she was wearing designer clothes. Second, she was wearing make-up. Third was liquor, and fourth year was drugs and sex. Last year, she dropped out of Banner Private School. I'm scared to see how low she's gone now." She cuddled against Chris.
Chris smiled and held her. After a while, he spoke. "I know we have a half-hour before the dinner even starts, and another hour for the dance, but I want to get there, okay?" Chris felt her giggle in his chest (where her face was buried) and heard her response.
"Only if you carry me to the Stellar Staircase." Sophia said, smiling mischievously.
Chris shrugged. "I'm strong enough." He carried her like a groom carrying a bride, and kissed her when they reached the Stellar Staircase, the main staircase for Silverhand Academy for the Arcane Arts, and set her down.
"Whoa, Aubrey! Who's the hottie clinging to ya?" It was Ian Klein, Christopher's best friend. He stopped and stared. "And who made you go in a tux?"
Sophia looked at the blue-robed Ian and said, "Guess."
Ian's jaw dropped. "Mooney?! Wow. I should have guessed." He laughed and walked over the couple. "Harper and Zen's cutest couple- ouch!"
Sophia had stepped on his foot and ground her heel into his foot. "Let's get going."
A scream.
In slow motion, the three looked at the next landing of the staircase, fifteen yards up, where a blond girl stood. She looked like a model for the ice princess look. With her icy blond hair, baby blue eyes, and pearly skin, she definitely looked the part in snowy white robes. Now, if only the look on her face was blank, instead of full with horror and rage, would she be perfect.
"NO! Christopher is MINE!" she squalled. She quickly waddled (her robes were rather tight) closer.
Chris grimaced. "Not Angelica. I can feel her from here. She still thinks I'm her betrothed." In some occasions, friends near Chris could feel his emotions. Ian and Sophia sensed his annoyance, anger, and restrained horror.
Angelica and Chris had been engaged until Sophia's fourth year, when a scandal whipped though the Purebloods, leaving no family untouched. Angelica's family, the Voight clan, had broke off the engagement after it was discovered that the Aubrey family were Wiccan. The Voight clan was very prejudiced against any religion that wasn't Christian. Angelica hadn't cared, she was overt infatuated with Chris and had been the bane of anyone who had an eye on Chris until Sophia came. Sophia hadn't cared for threats and had responded with a threat of her own. True, the blond Voight still bugged the smart aleck Sophia, but it was mild.
Sophia intercepted Angelica. "No. He isn't yours." Sophia shook her head and touched the skin over her heart. "I have his heart, and he has mine. There is nothing you do." She strided back to Chris, and whispered, "Let's get out of here."
The trio left Angelica crying on the stairs, Ian ahead, and Sophia trying to calm the shaking Chris down. She held his hand in her own, and cooed comfortingly to him.
Chris stopped in the archway of the Grand Hall and turned to Sophia. "Thank you," he whispered, "For loving me." He kissed her, gently, not caring who saw. Sophia was soft and warm, like a pillow. He suddenly felt Sophia's tongue lick his lips, and he sunk deeper into her, allowing their mouths to dance with the other.
"Okay you two, stop it."
Sophia broke off the kiss, and blushed furiously. The head of her house, Professor Inverse, looked down sternly on the five-foot sixth-year. She laughed and shook her head. "At least you have someone to love, Sophia. Now, go to the Prom, girl."
"Bye-bye, Dragon-Spooker," Sophia said cheerfully, causing Inverse to spin around and glare. It was a run-on joke in the Silverhand Anime Club that the redheaded founder of the twenty-year-old Club was born 'Lina Inverse' and had a temper to match her namesake's. However, Professor Inverse would keep her cool with the small house she headed.
"Get going, Loony Moony." Lina said, struggling to smile and frown at the same time.
Chris laughed and walked along. "Man, next year is going to be boring without you."
Sophia and Chris sat down near the front of the hall; Sophia getting compliments from the guys on her outfit and appearance. Some of the girls were staring daggers at Sophia, but most were applauding her choice of boy and dress.
Chris shook his head and pecked her on the cheek. "I can't wait to dance."
"Either can we!"
Chris looked at the Silverhand Quidditch Captains and their dates. "Hey, you guys have to wait for her. I get dibs on the first watch."
"Students, sit down, it's time to eat." Professor Canaan said in a clear androgynous voice. The professor smiled warmly at the students and added, "It would seem that we have a decent turn-out of younger students, and I would like to warn Silverhand that our King and Queen are not who you think."
Cybil Arkamen, another sixth-year, looked at Sophia and jerked her head at a solitary couple a few yards away. Sophia nodded in agreement. Crysania Raven and Angeus Star were sitting alone. The couple were the Head Boy and Girl. They were not very popular, but they were a cute couple.
"Wait a second." Sophia said. She stood up, and walked to the two students. "Hey, Raven, Star, sit with us."
Raven's brown eyes widened. "Why?"
Sophia grinned. "Easy. We both are brains, and we gotta stick together. I will not be Head Girl only because I choose to be remembered as something else. So, come on, eat, drink, and be merry for this night."
Sophia's round body released a shuddering sob as she looked at the torn body of Chris. The students outside looked away from Sophia and the dying Chris.
Angelica walked into the room, and said nothing. Instead, she handed Sophia a stuffed toy dragon.
"I used it to calm Jag down when he was nervous on the way here." Angelica said softly.
"Bastards," Sophia sniffled as she squeezed the toy, "Why try to kill me, a Muggleborn?"
"Easy."
Angelica and Sophia looked up at Chris, who had a trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth. "You're a special leading lady, Sofie. If you aren't dead soon, you gonna cause a lot of hell for darkness." He coughed, a little bit of blood bubbling from his lips. "Here's somethin' to help." A glowing white sphere swelled up, and floated off of Chris's chest, untouched by the blood-soaked shirt. "My empathy. It'll strengthen you, and you can make better use of it than I could ever." He smiled wistfully. "Take it in, like you took me."
Angelica took in the information, looked at the spell-shocked Sophia, and said, "I'll do it for you." She lifted the orb gingerly, turned to Sophia, and gently pressed it into Sophia's chest.
Sophia reacted like she had been shoved by a pro-wrestler. She landed on her ass, gasping for air.
"Get. Me. Out. Of. Here. NOW." Sophia gasped out, her brown eyes bigger than dinner plates.
Angelica looked at Chris, who nodded, and helped Sophia leave.
Chris looked at the closed door, and smiled weakly.
"Your turn for a bit of wisdom, htapme."