A/N: This is an AU. I'm trying with the spell, I really am. It's hard to limit it so that no one would ever use it, but I think I've done it. There will be a few OCs in this fic, but I will try to just rearrange the old characters as much as possible.
Oh, and warning: This is a (unspecified character)-is-a-magical-creature fic, but it is NOT an Inheritance fic, and it is NOT a life mate fic. It is a magical creature fic because of necessity caused by the events in the second chapter.
Title: Expulsus Tempore
Author: Itzika
Summary: Ages ago he had learned it, learned it and promptly been made to forget it. He looked down the wand, and he opened his mouth, and he spoke the words, crying to the night the words that had only been spoken four times previously in history.
Rated: T
Draco's hand shook, the hawthorn wand he loved so much pointing at Dumbledore's chest. Just two words, two little words, and Draco's family would be safe.
But at what cost?
What was he willing to pay to remain in the service of the Dark Lord? The Dark Lord, who so casually threw out commands and threats? The man who had left Draco's father imprisoned for so long, and terrorized his mother?
And what was he willing to do to leave that service? To abandon his parents' tormentor, to protect his mother, to ensure his father's eventual safety?
It all came down to the weight of the costs. Watch the blue eyes fade, or accept the man's help… It all came down to Draco's decision, and he didn't have long to make it.
He could smell the fear on the top of the tower. It wasn't coming from Dumbledore, though… The man's expression made it perfectly clear: Dumbledore was not afraid.
Who, then, was? Who was here, obviously invisible, watching as Draco debated whether or not to kill Dumbledore, and fearing his inevitable decision?
It was obvious, really. There was only one person who could make themselves so invisible Draco wouldn't know they were there but for the fear.
Potter was here.
Potter, the Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. The one who had gone so far out of his way to try and stop Draco from saving his family. He was here, now, apparently powerless to stop Draco.
Why was that so annoying?
Why did it bother Draco so much that Potter was trapped? Draco had done the same, not too long ago. Draco's head twitched imperceptibly to the side as he smelled bloodlust and rage nearby. Then there was no time to hesitate any longer—four Death Eaters had come onto the tower top.
Draco ignored the others. The only one he noticed was Fenrir Greyback—Faolan Connor. Draco could smell the rage as the werewolf looked at Dumbledore. He knew, from listening to half-tales from his parents for years, that Faolan raged against Dumbledore. He had never been to Hogwarts—all the magic he knew was self-taught.
Draco stepped forward, pushing past all the others. "Move," he snarled, almost as fierce in that moment as Greyback. His wand was steady again as he pointed it at Dumbledore's chest.
There were footsteps running up the tower steps again. Draco could see what he had to do. He could feel his magic rushing into the wand as he readied himself for this one, final spell.
Ages ago he had learned it, learned it and promptly been made to forget it. He looked down the wand, and he opened his mouth, and he spoke the words, crying to the night the words that had only been spoken four times previously in history.
"Expulsus Tempore!"
A/N: So, there's the first chapter. For those who know what the spell says (it's bad grammar, but I liked the sound of it, and I thought it made the point well enough to work), PLEASE don't spoil it in a review. Speaking of which, please do review! I love reviews!
I'm currently obsessed with Harry Potter, so I will try to get my HP fics updated as quickly as possible. The second chapter will come quickly, as it has already been written; the third might take a little while, for reasons which will be obvious once you read it, but then things should get interesting, heh heh heh…