The Malfoy Family Curse
By: Scarletserpent
Disclaimer: I only own Seamus Malfoy and the Evil and the Good and all those fun people, I do not own Harry Potter, or any other characters from the Harry Potter series. They belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Rating: R for future slash and for a bit of stuff in the beginning here.
Warnings: None really, except mind that there is talk of gods and the Devil, and resurrection in the Prologue here.
Summary: 5,000 years ago Seamus Malfoy bargained with Evil for his family to live again after their horrific deaths of a strange disease. Evil grants his wish, but in return the Malfoy family must serve Evil for all of eternity... Can anything break this curse? Or anyone?
A/N: Keep in mind that this is the only part of the story that is in the past, the rest is in the present with all of our favorite characters.
Prologue: Seamus Malfoy
5,000 Years Before Present Day
A shadow moved through a near empty town, bearing some resemblance to a person. Ragged, half-starved, and broken-hearted a man made his way through what could once have been called a village, or perhaps a town of some sort, but no longer. The walls of what once were homes gave way to the collapsed roofs; all landing in a mangled heap of straw and burnt wood. The water from ponds completely dried up and useless, the dust rising and falling with the wind.
The man carts behind him a heavy load, and his weakened muscles nearly cease to function. His focus is completely on the task ahead of him, and he realizes that he cannot fail his family again. He brushes away stray locks of what was once silver-blonde hair that had become matted to his face, dirtied and sweaty. And as he trudged down the beaten path to the only place he ever called home, he allowed one silvery tear to trail down to his chin, finally hitting the ground with a thud that rang through his ears.
The ground was bare, no trace of anyone having lived there in recent times. He knew that the load he carried behind him was wrong, everything was wrong. The fact that the cart held the corpses of what once was his family was wrong. And that he did not burn them to pay tribute to the gods was wrong. And that he even considered them above such rituals was blasphemy. But, his wife, son, and daughter deserved more than that. They deserved to be put back into the ground with ceremony, to be mourned over. And Seamus Malfoy would settle for no less.
As he lowered the cart, he wiped his brow of the dirt and sweat that caked it. He picked up what looked like a shovel and began to dig. Time dragged on, or sped up, or maybe it just stopped completely, as he dug deeper and deeper into the blackened ground. The earth had not been this black when he had left three moons ago, and yet now the blackness penetrated the surface to unknown depths. The dirt was rough and dry, coming up easily by hand, but far harder by heart.
He had been digging for days, but the blackness remained, far, far into the ground. Malfoy finally fell to his knees in the hole of blackness that he had created and began to chant a familiar plea to the gods of goodness. He chanted himself hoarse and dry, but to no avail. The earth was still black and fruitless, and his loved ones were still cold and dead. At this thought he allowed yet another tear to streak down his filthy cheek, and then another. A torrent of emotion washed over him as he stood and climbed out of the hole he had dug.
As he gazed at the sky, with it's sun beating down on his skin, he felt the heat searing his skin, and his soul. He needed to plea, but his gods had forsaken him, this much was clear. So, he cried out the words that just came to him, in a language he did not know, "My gods have forsaken me! Come Evil, come Hatred, Anger, Blasphemy, and Sin; for I do not care! Help me!"
No sooner had these words escaped his lips, than a cool breeze started over the near- empty plain. But Malfoy was far too gone in his fatigue to notice, for he had sunk to his knees weeping like a child. He did not know how long he sat there, at the edge of eternity; perhaps days, weeks, or maybe mere seconds had passed.
"Ahh... to hear the fateful words of old once more," A booming baritone voice came from above him.
Was this Death? He opened his eyes, held firmly shut by the dryness alone. He found himself gazing into the eyes of what could only be described as a Daemon. It wore the robes of an ancient kind. It's fingers were bone thin, and crafted of what looked like white ice. It's hair, if you could call it that, was flame, ever flickering. But It's eyes were by far the most impressive; they were a fierce blood red, claiming all that they saw.
"Well, let us see..." The Daemon spoke again, and extended a bone- white finger towards Seamus, finally touching his sweat caked brow. The man looked up at the creature, curious and plainly afraid. The Daemon shrugged and proceeded to chant a few words under it's breath. Suddenly, Seamus was on his feet, and cleansed of all the dirt and sweat that had been covering him.
"Seamus Malfoy, is it?" The creature asked him, watching him intently as he squirmed under the blood-red gaze. "Afraid, are you? Well, there is no need for that, you spoke the words of Magick long forgotten, and I am here to aid you in the... absence?... of your gods." The creature mocked the man.
"Yes," Seamus finally found his voice. "My gods have forsaken me, for what reason I do not know."
"Well, that is hardly of any importance. What matters, is that you are not under their protection any more." The thing gazed down at him, It's eyes raking over his scant body. "That is apparent enough." It muttered to itself.
"Yes, this is true... umm..." The man was not quite sure what to call the thing.
"You may call me the Veil. So, Malfoy, you wish for the lives of these three mortals." The Veil was not asking, but stating.
"Yes, they were taken from me wh..."
"Blah, blah, blah. Yes, I get the picture; you left, they were killed, and you came home to nothing."
Seamus wasn't quite sure how the Veil knew these things, but was hardly ready to ask, instead he replied with, "Well, is there something you can do about it?"
The Thing smiled, with it's lips of molten silver, and something lit up in It's deathly eyes. "Why yes, there is."
Seamus wasn't quite sure that he entirely liked that smile, or the glint in the eyes of such a frightening god. But, if he were to get back his family for striking a bargain with said creature, he would do so. He shivered as eyes of the Veil bored into him.
"Yes, yes, there is a very possible way. And it will benefit you and your family greatly," The Veil emphasized 'your family'.
Malfoy eyed the Veil warily, "What is it exactly that you are planning to do?"
"I can bring your family back to life, and instill into your family pure Wizarding Magick." The Veil smiled maniacally again.
"Magick? But only those who are born with Magick can use it." Seamus was utterly and completely confused. Everyone knew that Muggles could not use Magick, and it caused quite a rise among the Muggles, but the Wizards wouldn't know that.
"Actually, Magick was given to those who were, shall we say, elite enough to obtain it and wield it. Your line is just that powerful, and could be endlessly powerful throughout the ages. And you would have your wife and children living and well if you were to agree."
Seamus gaped openly at the creature standing before him. Magick was a gift from the gods? This was something that he had never had privy to know. He only knew of a few wizarding families, but he assumed they had been that way since the beginning of Time. He pulled himself together enough to ask, "All Magickal people are this way?"
"Yes, yes," The Veil said, looking bored. "So, do you accept?"
In Seamus' opinion the Veil was far too quick in getting him to sign whatever contract it would require, and it made him suspicious. "What are the benefits for you?"
"Ahhh yes, the wonderful benefits for myself. You are cunning, my friend."
"So I've been told," Seamus intoned dryly. "What is in it for you?"
"Oh lets see, generally speaking I get a faithful follower to follow me forever."
"So you're resurrecting my family and giving us all Magick because you want a follower?" This was not entirely a bad deal.
"Pretty much, yes."
"So, I get my family, and I get to be a Wizard if I always follow you?"
"Yes, we have been over this."
"What do I have to do?"
"Are you accepting my offer?"
"Yes."
"Very good," The Veil looked pleased, and a bit malicious, but if all he wanted was to make a follower out of him then that was fine, after all, his gods had forsaken him.
The Veil reached his bony arms out and conjured a parchment with tiny writing into his hands. He seemed to be reading over it, and after a few moments he conjured a feather quill and handed both to Seamus. Seamus began to read it, but the writing was far too tiny for him to make out completely. It was all details he was sure that the Veil wanted for the resurrection and giving of Magick. 'It must be pretty complicated anyway,' He thought to himself.
"There is nothing to write with," Seamus noted the lack of ink.
"Just write and the quill will provide the ink for you."
"Well, okay then." Seamus began to sign the bottom line, and felt a ripping pain in his arm, and screamed as he scrawled his name onto the line. He would have pulled his arm away, but some unknown power forced the whole signature out of him. With the signature written the parchment rolled itself up and flew into the hands of the Veil. Seamus dropped to his knees in agony as his arm throbbed with pain.
The Veil cackled, "Stupid mortal. I now own your soul, and that of any who you produce. And you will produce heirs. Your family will serve Evil from now on. It's all here signed in the very Malfoy blood." The Daemon reached down and touched Malfoy's forehead and the man felt a searing pain, tenfold stronger than that in his arm in his head. The extracting of Seamus Malfoy's soul took less than a minute, but it seemed to drag into an eternity of pain.
When the ordeal was finished, Malfoy fell forward, his forehead hitting the dusty ground beneath him. Breathing hard, he forced himself to raise his head and glare at the evil creature from Hades realm itself, "You said I would follow you!"
"Follow, give me your soul; it's all the same in my book really. But, your family is rising now, they should be fully awake within a few minutes, and you are all endowed with Pure Magick. I would suggest you keep the potency of the Magick in your blood by breeding only with Purebloods. In fact, I believe that is a part of your Contract." The Veil smiled malignantly. Those who take the Oath beware, the Evil you will always bear. All Good in your heart is leveled, For true love never seeks out those of the Devil. Forebear to the wicked and shameless, To serve forever the evil, in the blood of Seamus..."
Seamus lowered his head in shame, he had struck a bargain with the Devil himself, and his family would pay the price for eternity. What had he done? He watched as the Devil swooped off into the sky, still chanting those terrible words, "Those who take the Oath beware, the Evil you will always bear. All Good in your heart is leveled, For true love never seeks out those of the Devil. Forebear to the wicked and shameless, To serve forever the evil, in the blood of Seamus..."
The pain engulfed him for a second time, and he lost himself to the Darkness. The evil twisted around his heart, squeezing and distorting it. Forever would the Malfoy line, purest of purebloods, serve the Dark and Evil.
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The Evil watched from above and appreciated his work. The Devil, they called him, well, mortals always were a bit strange. Another soul claimed, forever his. He smiled gleefully as the Good approached him, trailing behind Honesty, Happiness, Kindness, and Love.
"I see that you have cheated your way again," The Good ruined the surprise of it all.
"Well, yes, but I win! I get the Malfoy line for all of eternity!" The Evil cackled, summoning Hatred, Anger, Blasphemy, and Sin.
"Not if they figure it out," Love piped up from behind the Good.
"What is she blabbering about?" The Evil felt offended, there were no loopholes in his Contract with Malfoy.
"The one ancient spell that you inadvertently invoked when you said those silly words, what were they? Oh yes: 'Those who take the Oath beware, the Evil you will always bear. All Good in your heart is leveled, For true love never seeks out those of the Devil. Forebear to the wicked and shameless, To serve forever the evil, in the blood of Seamus' Silly rhyme if you ask
me, but think about it a while," The Good said to him, a mocking smile appearing on It's warm face.
"I don't have any idea what you're... oh..." The Evil realized the fatal mistake and cursed himself. He whispered something to Hatred and the minion made it's way to the highest levels of the castle of Fate.
"... Make sure that it does not happen!" The Evil finished explaining to Cryptic Fate.
"As you wish, Fate shall work against it at all costs."
By: Scarletserpent
Disclaimer: I only own Seamus Malfoy and the Evil and the Good and all those fun people, I do not own Harry Potter, or any other characters from the Harry Potter series. They belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Rating: R for future slash and for a bit of stuff in the beginning here.
Warnings: None really, except mind that there is talk of gods and the Devil, and resurrection in the Prologue here.
Summary: 5,000 years ago Seamus Malfoy bargained with Evil for his family to live again after their horrific deaths of a strange disease. Evil grants his wish, but in return the Malfoy family must serve Evil for all of eternity... Can anything break this curse? Or anyone?
A/N: Keep in mind that this is the only part of the story that is in the past, the rest is in the present with all of our favorite characters.
Prologue: Seamus Malfoy
5,000 Years Before Present Day
A shadow moved through a near empty town, bearing some resemblance to a person. Ragged, half-starved, and broken-hearted a man made his way through what could once have been called a village, or perhaps a town of some sort, but no longer. The walls of what once were homes gave way to the collapsed roofs; all landing in a mangled heap of straw and burnt wood. The water from ponds completely dried up and useless, the dust rising and falling with the wind.
The man carts behind him a heavy load, and his weakened muscles nearly cease to function. His focus is completely on the task ahead of him, and he realizes that he cannot fail his family again. He brushes away stray locks of what was once silver-blonde hair that had become matted to his face, dirtied and sweaty. And as he trudged down the beaten path to the only place he ever called home, he allowed one silvery tear to trail down to his chin, finally hitting the ground with a thud that rang through his ears.
The ground was bare, no trace of anyone having lived there in recent times. He knew that the load he carried behind him was wrong, everything was wrong. The fact that the cart held the corpses of what once was his family was wrong. And that he did not burn them to pay tribute to the gods was wrong. And that he even considered them above such rituals was blasphemy. But, his wife, son, and daughter deserved more than that. They deserved to be put back into the ground with ceremony, to be mourned over. And Seamus Malfoy would settle for no less.
As he lowered the cart, he wiped his brow of the dirt and sweat that caked it. He picked up what looked like a shovel and began to dig. Time dragged on, or sped up, or maybe it just stopped completely, as he dug deeper and deeper into the blackened ground. The earth had not been this black when he had left three moons ago, and yet now the blackness penetrated the surface to unknown depths. The dirt was rough and dry, coming up easily by hand, but far harder by heart.
He had been digging for days, but the blackness remained, far, far into the ground. Malfoy finally fell to his knees in the hole of blackness that he had created and began to chant a familiar plea to the gods of goodness. He chanted himself hoarse and dry, but to no avail. The earth was still black and fruitless, and his loved ones were still cold and dead. At this thought he allowed yet another tear to streak down his filthy cheek, and then another. A torrent of emotion washed over him as he stood and climbed out of the hole he had dug.
As he gazed at the sky, with it's sun beating down on his skin, he felt the heat searing his skin, and his soul. He needed to plea, but his gods had forsaken him, this much was clear. So, he cried out the words that just came to him, in a language he did not know, "My gods have forsaken me! Come Evil, come Hatred, Anger, Blasphemy, and Sin; for I do not care! Help me!"
No sooner had these words escaped his lips, than a cool breeze started over the near- empty plain. But Malfoy was far too gone in his fatigue to notice, for he had sunk to his knees weeping like a child. He did not know how long he sat there, at the edge of eternity; perhaps days, weeks, or maybe mere seconds had passed.
"Ahh... to hear the fateful words of old once more," A booming baritone voice came from above him.
Was this Death? He opened his eyes, held firmly shut by the dryness alone. He found himself gazing into the eyes of what could only be described as a Daemon. It wore the robes of an ancient kind. It's fingers were bone thin, and crafted of what looked like white ice. It's hair, if you could call it that, was flame, ever flickering. But It's eyes were by far the most impressive; they were a fierce blood red, claiming all that they saw.
"Well, let us see..." The Daemon spoke again, and extended a bone- white finger towards Seamus, finally touching his sweat caked brow. The man looked up at the creature, curious and plainly afraid. The Daemon shrugged and proceeded to chant a few words under it's breath. Suddenly, Seamus was on his feet, and cleansed of all the dirt and sweat that had been covering him.
"Seamus Malfoy, is it?" The creature asked him, watching him intently as he squirmed under the blood-red gaze. "Afraid, are you? Well, there is no need for that, you spoke the words of Magick long forgotten, and I am here to aid you in the... absence?... of your gods." The creature mocked the man.
"Yes," Seamus finally found his voice. "My gods have forsaken me, for what reason I do not know."
"Well, that is hardly of any importance. What matters, is that you are not under their protection any more." The thing gazed down at him, It's eyes raking over his scant body. "That is apparent enough." It muttered to itself.
"Yes, this is true... umm..." The man was not quite sure what to call the thing.
"You may call me the Veil. So, Malfoy, you wish for the lives of these three mortals." The Veil was not asking, but stating.
"Yes, they were taken from me wh..."
"Blah, blah, blah. Yes, I get the picture; you left, they were killed, and you came home to nothing."
Seamus wasn't quite sure how the Veil knew these things, but was hardly ready to ask, instead he replied with, "Well, is there something you can do about it?"
The Thing smiled, with it's lips of molten silver, and something lit up in It's deathly eyes. "Why yes, there is."
Seamus wasn't quite sure that he entirely liked that smile, or the glint in the eyes of such a frightening god. But, if he were to get back his family for striking a bargain with said creature, he would do so. He shivered as eyes of the Veil bored into him.
"Yes, yes, there is a very possible way. And it will benefit you and your family greatly," The Veil emphasized 'your family'.
Malfoy eyed the Veil warily, "What is it exactly that you are planning to do?"
"I can bring your family back to life, and instill into your family pure Wizarding Magick." The Veil smiled maniacally again.
"Magick? But only those who are born with Magick can use it." Seamus was utterly and completely confused. Everyone knew that Muggles could not use Magick, and it caused quite a rise among the Muggles, but the Wizards wouldn't know that.
"Actually, Magick was given to those who were, shall we say, elite enough to obtain it and wield it. Your line is just that powerful, and could be endlessly powerful throughout the ages. And you would have your wife and children living and well if you were to agree."
Seamus gaped openly at the creature standing before him. Magick was a gift from the gods? This was something that he had never had privy to know. He only knew of a few wizarding families, but he assumed they had been that way since the beginning of Time. He pulled himself together enough to ask, "All Magickal people are this way?"
"Yes, yes," The Veil said, looking bored. "So, do you accept?"
In Seamus' opinion the Veil was far too quick in getting him to sign whatever contract it would require, and it made him suspicious. "What are the benefits for you?"
"Ahhh yes, the wonderful benefits for myself. You are cunning, my friend."
"So I've been told," Seamus intoned dryly. "What is in it for you?"
"Oh lets see, generally speaking I get a faithful follower to follow me forever."
"So you're resurrecting my family and giving us all Magick because you want a follower?" This was not entirely a bad deal.
"Pretty much, yes."
"So, I get my family, and I get to be a Wizard if I always follow you?"
"Yes, we have been over this."
"What do I have to do?"
"Are you accepting my offer?"
"Yes."
"Very good," The Veil looked pleased, and a bit malicious, but if all he wanted was to make a follower out of him then that was fine, after all, his gods had forsaken him.
The Veil reached his bony arms out and conjured a parchment with tiny writing into his hands. He seemed to be reading over it, and after a few moments he conjured a feather quill and handed both to Seamus. Seamus began to read it, but the writing was far too tiny for him to make out completely. It was all details he was sure that the Veil wanted for the resurrection and giving of Magick. 'It must be pretty complicated anyway,' He thought to himself.
"There is nothing to write with," Seamus noted the lack of ink.
"Just write and the quill will provide the ink for you."
"Well, okay then." Seamus began to sign the bottom line, and felt a ripping pain in his arm, and screamed as he scrawled his name onto the line. He would have pulled his arm away, but some unknown power forced the whole signature out of him. With the signature written the parchment rolled itself up and flew into the hands of the Veil. Seamus dropped to his knees in agony as his arm throbbed with pain.
The Veil cackled, "Stupid mortal. I now own your soul, and that of any who you produce. And you will produce heirs. Your family will serve Evil from now on. It's all here signed in the very Malfoy blood." The Daemon reached down and touched Malfoy's forehead and the man felt a searing pain, tenfold stronger than that in his arm in his head. The extracting of Seamus Malfoy's soul took less than a minute, but it seemed to drag into an eternity of pain.
When the ordeal was finished, Malfoy fell forward, his forehead hitting the dusty ground beneath him. Breathing hard, he forced himself to raise his head and glare at the evil creature from Hades realm itself, "You said I would follow you!"
"Follow, give me your soul; it's all the same in my book really. But, your family is rising now, they should be fully awake within a few minutes, and you are all endowed with Pure Magick. I would suggest you keep the potency of the Magick in your blood by breeding only with Purebloods. In fact, I believe that is a part of your Contract." The Veil smiled malignantly. Those who take the Oath beware, the Evil you will always bear. All Good in your heart is leveled, For true love never seeks out those of the Devil. Forebear to the wicked and shameless, To serve forever the evil, in the blood of Seamus..."
Seamus lowered his head in shame, he had struck a bargain with the Devil himself, and his family would pay the price for eternity. What had he done? He watched as the Devil swooped off into the sky, still chanting those terrible words, "Those who take the Oath beware, the Evil you will always bear. All Good in your heart is leveled, For true love never seeks out those of the Devil. Forebear to the wicked and shameless, To serve forever the evil, in the blood of Seamus..."
The pain engulfed him for a second time, and he lost himself to the Darkness. The evil twisted around his heart, squeezing and distorting it. Forever would the Malfoy line, purest of purebloods, serve the Dark and Evil.
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The Evil watched from above and appreciated his work. The Devil, they called him, well, mortals always were a bit strange. Another soul claimed, forever his. He smiled gleefully as the Good approached him, trailing behind Honesty, Happiness, Kindness, and Love.
"I see that you have cheated your way again," The Good ruined the surprise of it all.
"Well, yes, but I win! I get the Malfoy line for all of eternity!" The Evil cackled, summoning Hatred, Anger, Blasphemy, and Sin.
"Not if they figure it out," Love piped up from behind the Good.
"What is she blabbering about?" The Evil felt offended, there were no loopholes in his Contract with Malfoy.
"The one ancient spell that you inadvertently invoked when you said those silly words, what were they? Oh yes: 'Those who take the Oath beware, the Evil you will always bear. All Good in your heart is leveled, For true love never seeks out those of the Devil. Forebear to the wicked and shameless, To serve forever the evil, in the blood of Seamus' Silly rhyme if you ask
me, but think about it a while," The Good said to him, a mocking smile appearing on It's warm face.
"I don't have any idea what you're... oh..." The Evil realized the fatal mistake and cursed himself. He whispered something to Hatred and the minion made it's way to the highest levels of the castle of Fate.
"... Make sure that it does not happen!" The Evil finished explaining to Cryptic Fate.
"As you wish, Fate shall work against it at all costs."
