Author: Alexise-Z
Story Title: The Dragon and the Alchemist
Summary: Narcissa Malfoy's last will stated quite clearly that should anything happen to both her and Lucius, Draco Malfoy's guardianship would pass directly to his Aunt Izumi Curtis, an Alchemist living in Dublith. Crossover with Full Metal Alchemist, set during HBP.
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Envy/Ed, Al/Winry, Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
The Dragon and the Alchemist
Part One:
The body count was unusually high – thirteen murders in Muggle London, twelve found dead in Diagon Alley and yet, all was quiet in Malfoy Manor.
Since Malfoy Senior had been locked away in Azkaban, his wife had become passive and silent. Narcissa Malfoy slept at nine o'clock and made it a habit to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning. While her son dreamed, she shuffled through Lucius' affairs with delicate fingers, careful enough to wear protective gloves that repelled some of the most known jinxes and curses her husband used. Sure enough, after she touched the first object, she felt her hands prickle and shake before they stopped moving altogether.
She scoffed lightly when she failed to find anything interesting in his drawers. Dear Lucius, she thought ironically, there must be something you've been planning during all these years. Surely you wouldn't risk so much if you were empty-handed?
Meanwhile, her son rubbed his eyes groggily, shaking off the last vestiges of sleep from his pale face. He trudged off to the bathroom and took a quick shower, anxious for something to fill his aching stomach. His footsteps clanked noisily as he walked down the stairs, avoiding some working house-elves who were bustling around the hall.
'Mother?' Draco called. He was only faintly surprised to see that she was not in the kitchen – nowadays, she rarely left her room. He frowned when he saw the door of his father's old office slightly ajar.
Narcissa gave a panicked gasp and ducked quickly beneath the desk. Why was her son up so early? She elbowed a stack of papers hastily – Who would put business papers beneath a desk, anyways? – and prayed that her son had better sense than to enter her husband's office.
Draco hesitated, before reaching out for the handle. He almost let go of it immediately – the door in itself was pulsing with Dark Magic. He closed it cautiously, muttering about stupid servants and their curious hands. 'I hope one of them got stunned, if they went through Father's things,' he growled ill-naturedly and returned to the kitchen.
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She breathed a sigh of relief. Draco would have wanted to know what she was doing in his Father's study and she was in no condition to answer his probing questions. She grabbed the papers and attempted to straighten them out, but her eyes were drawn to a particular sheet. It was mostly blank, but what made her pause was the date scribbled on the right corner of the page. It was dated just a few days before Lucius participated in the ministry disaster that led to his imprisonment.
Should anything impair my bond or service to my Lord and Master, my son, Draco Lucius Malfoy, will take my place in His inner circle, serving the Malfoy name with as much dignity as his predecessors have done. As of today I, Lucius Abraxias Malfoy, give my son and heir to the Dark Lord. May he do with him what he will.
Narcissa read the short text with growing horror. Her only child, her baby boy! Lucius intended to give him to the person the wizarding world feared the most and make him his tool. She sprinted out of the room, not caring if Draco had heard her slam the door and rushed down the basement, intent on finding her sister – Bellatrix Lestrange had stationed herself in the basement of Malfoy Manor as soon as she had been freed, along with her husband.
'Bella!' She shouted, her eyes scanning the dark space sharply. Rudolph was nowhere to be found.
'What is it, Cissy?' Her sister replied lazily. She was seated in a luxurious armchair, looking at Narcissa through heavy-lidded eyes.
'Did you know? Tell me you didn't know what the Dark Lord has planned for Draco. Tell me!' Her eyes were wild and incredulous and her hands grasped the other's sleeves in agitation.
'You should feel honoured.' Bellatrix stated calmly, slapping her hands away from her robe. 'If I had a son, I would have gladly given him to our Master.'
Narcissa blinked slowly and collapsed on top of the makeshift bed beside her sister. 'What… exactly is Draco supposed to do?'
'Snape is supposed to inform you both in a week.' She said in disgust. 'Snape… that filthy little traitor. I'd rather you hear the good news from me than from that poisonous snake… Well, you wanted to know, didn't you? Draco is to kill Dumbledore during his school year.'
'He is only sixteen! Surely there are more competent wizards that could do it?'
'I offered to do it myself, but the Dark Lord insisted that it was to be his initiation test.' She shrugged. 'I would be happy to instruct him though, should he need–'
'This is madness. It's simply a way to punish my son for his father's mistakes.' The blond woman stated, desperation in her voice. 'I cannot let my son fall down that path. I will ask Severus for his help.' She eyes her sister coldly, before apparating near Spinner's End.
Bellatrix cursed loudly, before she apparated near Snape's house as well with a loud pop. 'Wait!' She took out her wand and green light illuminated the deserted area. A fox fell to the ground, dead. 'Just a fox. I thought perhaps an Auror – Cissy, wait! Cissy – Narcissa – listen to me –' She tried to grasp her arm, but this time, it was her sister who wrenched it away from her grip.
'Go back, Bella!'
'You must listen to me!'
'I've listened already. I've made my decision. Leave me alone!'
They approached the Potion Master's house and Bella snorted in contempt. 'He lives here? Here? In this Muggle dunghill? We must be the first of our kind ever to set foot – Cissy, wait!'
Their cloaks streamed behind them as they hurried along the dusty path. one of them rushed forward anxiously, ignoring the other's cries.
'Cissy, you must not do this, you can't trust him–'
'The Dark Lord trusts him, doesn't he?' Narcissa spat out bitterly. She was not going to condemn her son to the life her husband had. Severus would help her, she knew he would. After all, he was an old family friend and the Malfoy's gave him a home when he had none.
'The Dark Lord is… I believe… mistaken. In any case, I shouldn't have told you beforehand. If I had known you would do something so drastic…' Bellatrix panted, holding onto her once more.
'Draco is my son. My son. I… we… have the right to know that my fool of a husband has sold my son without my consent to the Dark Lord.' She whirled around and pointed her wand to Bella's throat.
'Cissy, your own sister? You wouldn't–'
'There is nothing I wouldn't do any more!' She breathed, a note of hysteria in her voice.
'You dare go against our Lord's orders?' Bellatrix screeched. Both were nose-to-nose, madness glinting in their eyes. 'Then you leave me no choice.'
'What…?' Narcissa's eyes widened as her sister laughed hollowly in front of her. 'Bella–'
'Don't worry.' She bared her teeth ruthlessly, like an animal. 'I will always remember you as you were, before your treason. Avada Kedavra!' She yelled, striking her sister with the killing curse, while a dark figure watched on.
Severus Snape bowed his head. Lord Voldemort would not be pleased.
The final body count -thirteen murders in Muggle London, twelve found dead in Diagon Alley and one deceased body dumped unceremoniously on the doorstep of Malfoy Manor.
End of Part One
Some situations were taken from the book Harry potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
Here's a preview of Part 2:
'I'm terribly sorry it has come to this.' Albus Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts said gravely, crossing his fingers slowly. He looked gravely at the blond Malfoy heir, who sat across him, with Professor Snape by his side.
Draco Malfoy just glared at him balefully, hatred clear in his grey bloodshot eyes. 'Liar.' He snarled, standing up. However, a hand secured itself on his shoulder and pushed him down, until he fell onto the chair with a soft exclamation of annoyance. Snape shook his head disapprovingly at him, coal eyes narrowing and daring him to try that again.
'I understand you are angry – of course, you have every right to be. I am very saddened that Mrs. Malfoy has passed away…'
(…)
'Izumi? I have never met such person.' Draco sneered. 'She must be a squib – no wonder she was exiled.'
(…)
'So, you're trying to tell me that wizards exist? That you have people wandering around with pointy hats and flying broomsticks?' Said Ed sarcastically. Before the others could reply, a muffled gasp was heard.
Alexise