Title: Love is All the Magic You Need
Rating: M, NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I just borrow the characters every now and then.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed 'Once a Month' and 'Washing Up' This is a prologue to them two one shots. I hope to get a chapter up at least once a week. Please review, it makes me happy and it spurs me on to write more :) Oh, and I suck at summaries xD
Love is All the Magic You Need
Chapter One
Love is a funny thing. It has the power to conquer the world and anyone who stands in its way. It has the power to make people so happy and giddy. It has the power to make the old feel young and new again. But love is a funny thing, as it has the power to do the complete opposite to the fairy tale ideals that fill people's heads. It has the power to destroy everything it touches. It has the power to ruin people's lives. And Draco Malfoy knew full well on how destructive love could truly be.
It was about two years after the war when Draco experienced the destructive side of love. Things were just getting back to normal in the Wizarding world all thanks to the Boy Who Lived; Harry Potter. After the war, the Malfoy family had been sent to trial, and luckily they got off easily thanks to a lot of heart pleading and a few bribes. Draco got off with just a slap on the wrist as he hadn't really done anything wrong during the war. His mother; Narcissa and his father; Lucius however were placed under house arrest for three years, a nice punishment compared to what the other Death Eaters got. After the trials, things ran pretty smoothly in Malfoy Manor, and Draco kept his head down for most of it as he studied all kinds of things from the safety of his bedroom.
It was a well-known fact in the household that Draco resented his father and everything about him. The ex-Slytherin had started to hate Lucius in the 6th year at Hogwarts, and most people could easily see why. It was also in the 6th year that Draco started to experience the feeling of love. The emotion would soon come back to haunt him although he didn't know that at the time.
It was in the 6th year when things in Draco's mind started to change. He soon realised that he didn't like women, and he never really had. Pansy Parkinson was soon off the agenda once he realised this. It seemed Draco was gay, and as soon as Draco was certain of it himself, it was like things just clicked into place in his mind. However, he still didn't know who he really liked, but it didn't take him long to find out. It was in a Quidditch match of all places when Draco knew whom he wanted to love and be loved by, and of all the people Draco had to like, he chose the most contravursial; Harry 'Golden Boy' Potter. It was during the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match, and Draco was hot on Harry's tail as they chased down the Golden Snitch. It was raining pretty heavily that day, and the game had been going on for a while, everyone was starting to feel exhausted and cold. That still didn't change how badly the blonde haired male wanted to win though, hence why he was flat against his broom, chasing down Harry, trying to get in front, but Cupid had another idea in mind for Draco at that time. It happened so quickly, Harry had simply turned his head round, his raven coloured hair stuck to his face from the rain, the look of pure determination shone in his emerald green eyes, to see how close Draco was to him. Draco had also glanced at the other, to see how much distance was left between them when their eyesight locked together. The Slytherin stared into Harry's eyes, and from that moment on, he knew. He knew he liked Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the arch-enemy of Voldemort, Harry was even Draco's own enemy, but yet it turned out Harry was the one whom Draco loved. Draco never let go of that love for the other, despite how he knew, deep down, it could never be.
Even after the war, after the trials, after the punishments were handed out, Draco's love for Harry remained the same. Yet he told no one, he kept it hidden as he and everyone else fought in the war. He kept it hidden from his closest friends; Pansy and Blaise, the only two people who knew he was gay in the first place. He carried on as normal, through the war, through the trials and through the first few years of living back at the Manor with his mother and father. However, whenever he looked at his Mother, it was almost as if she knew something, that maybe she could guess that Draco was gay. When Draco looked in Lucius' eyes though, which wasn't very often, it was still the same; cold and calculated.
After two years under house arrest though, things began to change in Lucius' mental stability, after all, being stuck in a house would do that to anyone really, but Lucius was never the sanest to begin with. He started to question Draco's behaviour, in his fragile mental state he began to think his own son was plotting against him, and Lucius had to stop it, he had to do something about it. So he came up with a plan, he decided he would use Legilimens on Draco to find out what he was up to. Of course, Lucius wasn't expecting the backlash that would come from it, he had no idea what the truth would be.
The plan came into action on a cold winter's morning in January. Lucius was the earliest to wake in the manor as he left his wife alone in the bedroom, with his wand in hand. He snuck through the cold Manor, through the long corridors towards his son's bedroom, ready for his plan to unfold.
Soon he was at his son's door and he paused a moment, as if, deep down in his mind he knew what he was doing was wrong, that he shouldn't doubt his own flesh and blood. But the pause was only for a moment before he silently opened the door and crept into the darkness of Draco's bedroom. Lucius tiptoed towards Draco's bed and watched him sleep for a moment. Draco was deep in his sleep, snoring quietly, unaware of his father in the room, unaware of his father muttering 'Legilimens' on him, unaware that his own father was now reading his mind.
What Lucius saw shocked and angered him. He saw only small flashes of memory, but it was enough. Lucius saw the moment Draco realised he was gay flash through his mind, he felt the emotion of love flow through him as the memory of the Quidditch match flashed into his mind, and soon Lucius knew what was wrong with his son. He saw memories throughout the war where Draco was scared of Harry dying, of Harry being hurt; he felt the pain that Draco felt when he thought that there was a chance that the Slytherin would have to live in a world without the Boy who Lived.
Lucius ended the spell quickly after that, unable to take anymore. He was disgusted by his son's antics and feelings and what was left of Lucius' sanity soon snapped. "How... How dare you do this to me, Draco?" Lucius hissed, "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS ME DRACO, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US?" His voice was rising louder and louder with every word and soon the young Malfoy was being woken from his sleep. Draco wasn't sure if he was dreaming, but he was defiantly sure he was staring at his Father who looked so angry, he could see his eyes shining out with nothing but hatred. "Wh-what do you mean, Father?" Draco asked quietly, although fear was running through his body.
"YOU HAVE BROUGHT SHAME ON ME, YOUR MOTHER AND THE MALFOY NAME... To think you're nothing but a disgusting queer" The older Malfoy cried out, spitting out the word queer with venom. "You are a Malfoy heir, a pure blood and yet you choose to go against my wishes of carrying on the family tradition, marrying a pure-blood, raising a pure-blooded child! But no, you go against generations of family tradition and become nothing but a vile gay, and of all the people you claim to feel love for, it had to be the Dark Lord's downfall; Harry Fucking Potter!"
"Father, it's nothing like that..." Draco whispered, his icy blue eyes wide with terror. Draco knew it was too late for any kind of reasoning though, his father had found out, and now Draco was in for a world of shit. "Father, please, I can change, I can... I can still give you a pure-blooded grandchild!" But even Draco knew this was a lie.
In the midst of all the shouting it seemed Narcissa had awoken and had rushed to Draco's room. As soon as she saw Lucius and Draco she knew something was deeply wrong, and as Lucius glanced towards her, she also felt fear. Narcissa had always been slightly frightened by her husband's temper, but now it was different, she knew that not only had Lucius lost his temper, but he had also lost his mind. "Lucius, dear, stop this at once. We need to be civil and talk this over!" She cried out, running towards her husband to try and pull him away. It was no good though, Lucius turned to her, wand pointed and sent her flying back with a quick mutter of a spell*. She was hurtled through the air, hitting the wall which knocked her out cold.
Draco watched this, almost crying, "Father, stop this madness!" He yelled, before he tried to reach for his own wand, but Lucius was already on him and throwing the binding spell** at him causing Draco to seize up, only able to move his eyes. "You have no right to call me Father anymore!" Lucius yelled back, using the hover spell*** and proceed to float his son towards the hidden basement under the Manor's study.
Soon, Draco was floated into the basement where he was bound to the cold, hard stone wall with heavy iron cuffs. During the war the Dark Lord had used this room as a torture chamber, Draco hated being here in a normal situation, but now he was absolutely terrified of what was to come. The binding spell** was removed, but he could still not move. His feet and hands were bound together and held in place against the wall. "Please Father, please stop this!" He cried out, shaking in fear.
But it was no use; Lucius was well past the point of mental stability and caring for his own flesh and blood. "You have left me no choice, Draco. You have put shame on me and this family... You..." Lucius paused for a moment, his eyes flickered as if there was still a small amount of compassion left but it was gone quickly and he carried on, "You are no longer a Malfoy; you are no longer my son... I disown you. You have no place here, you don't deserve your Malfoy heritage and that includes your magic"
Lucius raised his wand and whispered some powerful, ancient magic words. Suddenly, a vivid, crimson beam shot out of his wand and was sent straight towards Draco's chest.
It hit Draco hard, and the impact alone was enough to make the young Malfoy wince. The spell took a while to work, but suddenly Draco's skin felt like it was on fire, it felt like he was burning to death. His insides felt like they were twisting around and trying to push their way out of his body. The young blonde was screaming, tears were streaming down his face. He had never felt such a pain in his whole life before. His heart felt like it was being squashed, and soon a gold coloured stream was flowing out of him and disappearing into thin air. He was being drained of his magic; his magical core was being ripped out of him, out of every part of his body. Draco was spluttering and coughing, his nose started to bleed and as he coughed blood came out of his mouth. That was the last thing the young Malfoy remembered as he blacked out. He never saw his father come back to his senses slightly, and he never heard his father whisper, "I'm sorry..."