Title: Witchzixs School for the Magically Talented
Summary: Draco is accepted into a prestigious wizarding school, much to the annoyance of his father. But even though the war is over, the fight has just begun...SLASH. Harry/Draco, ?mentions of Draco/?, vampires, veelas, werewolves, merpeople...Don't like, don't read.
Warnings: SLASH (duh); violence; dark magic; light magic; tweaks on magical creatures; OOCness (kind of...but hey, we're in FanfictionLand now); het?...that's all for now I suppose.
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Prologue: Over My Dead Body
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"The day you get accepted to that school is the day hell freezes over!"
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Mr. Draconis Lucius Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Witchzixs School for the Magically Talented. As you are certainly well-aware, Witchzixs admits only 5 students per 4 years, thus we commend you on your tremendous achievement and hope you will soon...
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"Well, you're not going!"
"Father, please-"
"Absolutely not! Over my dead body!"
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Draco,
I was so sorry to hear about the death of your father. I know you two didn't exactly get along, but I know that deep, deep down, on some low level of your heart, some part of you is upset about this. If you ever find that piece of yourself, please know that I'm always here if you need to talk.
Love,
Pansy
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To whom it may concern:
Thank you for this generous opportunity; I assure you, I will treat Witchzixs with the utmost respect.
I, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, formally accept my admittance into Witchzixs School for the Magically Talented, and do hereby promise to adhere to any and all rules set down by the school's founders and current teachers. I swear to never abuse the privileges allowed to me by the country of Britain for attending Witchzixs, nor will I abuse the power granted to Witchzixs' Alumni. I understand that I am attending Witchzixs at my own risk, and as such the country of Britain is not responsible for any injuries (mental, physical, or emotional) that may befall me while residing at the school.
Signed,
Draconis Lucius Malfoy; Heir to the Malfoy Throne and Fortune; Winner of the Order of Merlin, Second Class; Former Commander-In-Chief of the Order of the Phoenix
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"Welcome, Mr. Malfoy, to Witchzixs School for the Magically Talented."
Draco looked around the room in awe. High glass ceilings showed a perfect view of the clouds, while beautifully-crafted artwork adorned the smooth walls. 'This is much better than Hogwarts,' he thought with no small amount of glee.
"If you will follow me, Mr. Malfoy, I will show you to the dining hall, where you will have the opportunity to meet your fellow attendees."
Draco nodded silently to the butler, and soon found himself outside a large set of stained-glass doors.
"This is where I shall leave you. Good luck, young sir."
And with that, the man was gone, leaving Draco standing alone in the hall.
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Pansy,
Thank you for your condolences. No, I did not murder my father. The Aurors have no idea how the arsenic got in his soup.
~Draco
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'This is it.' Draco stared at the double doors, wondering if it was too late to just turn around and go home. 'Oh, blast it all,' he thought angrily, before confidently pushing them open.
'Hello Witchzixs, here I come.'
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