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, for now. It will be H/D slash in future.
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: I lied, I couldn't figure out any other way to make this conversion from past to present, so there is a bit more of Seamus Malfoy here. Please R&R! Thanks!
Chapter 1: The Curse of a Thousand Evils
Draco Malfoy had always believed in the cause of Lord Voldemort without question. Muggles were a nuisance and the world should be rid of them. After all, only Purebloods were able to perform the best of Magic. As he made his way down to the Malfoy Family Library, he fancied thoughts of joining the Dark Lord, forever powerful. A slight smile crept onto his face as he made his way to the Forbidden Section, this was his first time ever visiting it. His father had left a distinct will, stating that the day Draco turned seventeen, the spells forbidding him to enter would disintegrate.
He stood at the entrance, seventeen and ready to enter the world of Dark Magic. Draco wasn't exactly sure what this meant, after all, he had been practicing the Imperius Curse since he was seven, and knew how to perform the Avada Kedavra curse perfectly by the time he entered Hogwarts. There couldn't be much more to Evil than that, could there?
As he opened the door, he half expected to find Voldemort waiting there, ready to share his secrets and do terrible things. But, he stepped in to find a dusty desk with a single rolled up parchment and one small book on it. The walls were bare, no majestic tapestries covered them, and the floor was covered in a ratty green carpeting. There were holes in the dusty oak table, and it was covered in about a half an inch of dust. But the worst part about the room was the lighting, the only window was high up and shed light only on the table, the rest of the room left in darkness.
He stared into the room, it was, by far, the most disgusting room in the entire house. This was the huge secret? An ugly old room, with a threadbare carpet, rotting desk, and unpainted walls? Draco was disgusted. His father would have had nothing to do with this. He would have at least had it cleaned by a house elf or something. Draco shrieked as something moved in one corner of the room. A small mouse scurried across the floor and into a hole in the wall. He huffed, reprimanding himself for jumping like that.
He stepped carefully into the room, making sure the door did not close behind him. As soon as he was near the table he felt the heat emanating from it. Extending a finger towards the table, he found that it was, in fact, warm. Where was the heat coming from? He moved his finger along the table surface, tracing a line in the thick layer of dust, towards the source of the heat. It was coming from the book.
Draco jumped back in alarm; the book shivered and sprang open at his touch. Creeping towards the table again, he found himself looking at the picture of a man, obviously Muggle, crying and pleading to a Daemon. The man was ragged and worn, and tear marks streaked his filthy cheeks. The Daemon was powerful and cruel, and it's eyes blood red, boring into the man, searching his soul. What was this?
Suddenly, Draco felt a pull, similar to that of a Portkey, behind his navel. He felt the wind rising, from what source he did not know, and it swirled about him, taking him to a destination unknown. A voice was chanting: "Ye who this book can open, Savior of the Family shall you be. Come inside and see the plea, of your terrible family."
The wind stopped abruptly and he found himself standing in a desert. He turned, and started, the man from the book was there, standing beside him. But now, he was clean, and Magical powers emanated from him like rays of light from the sun. The sunlight shone on his silvery blonde hair, making it glow. The Daemon was gone, and a magnificent house stood in It's stead.
"Hello, son of my sons," The man said.
Draco looked about him, and found that the man was looking directly at him. Could the man actually see him? Or hear him? "Umm." He said. 'Great Draco, just clam up like usual.' He thought to himself.
"I am Seamus Malfoy, your forebear from years ago. I have chosen you, the thousandth generation of Malfoys, strongest of us all, for this challenge." Seamus walked towards him, his robes swishing sbout his ankles as he walked across the desert sands to reach Draco.
He was his ancestor? Oh gods, had he traveled back in time. He felt nearly sick at the thought, but managed a weak, "Hello."
"Ah, I see, you were not prepared to come here. Did you not read the letter upon the desk?" Seamus looked concerned.
"Letter?" Draco had no idea what he was talking about, until he remembered the ancient looking parchment on the desk. "Oh, the parchment. no."
"No? Oh my, this is not good. How did you know what to do to travel back to this time then?" Seamus looked genuinely worried by now, and was pacing back and forth.
"I just touched the book and it opened, and I saw you and a Daemon and touched the page. And here I am." Draco was feeling more than sick now, in fact, the queasiness in his stomach was giving way to a storm.
"Well then, I suppose that means you are the one. Only the one could open the book by simply touching it. That settles that." The older man looked relieved at this. "So, then, what is your name?"
One? The one what? "Draco Malfoy. And if you don't mind, the one what?"
"Ahh, Draco, the Dragon of Malfoys. Yes, that is a suitable name. You are the one who will know the true past of the Malfoys, back to myself." The man looked uncomfortable, almost ashamed. Malfoys were never ashamed.
"Is that some big secret? I mean, we are an ancient Wizarding family, that is all we really need to know, isn't it?" Draco was confused, this was a well known fact.
"No, I am afraid that you are incorrect, my son." Seamus lowered his head and spoke the words of the evil Daemon, " 'He who takes the Oath beware.'" You see? We are a cursed family. Always to serve the Dark and Evil, always cursed." A solitary tear tracked down Seamus' cheek, the first tear he had cried since that fateful day.
"Cursed? What foolishness is this? The Malfoys have always served the Dark because we believe in the cause. What trickery is this?" Draco was so offended by this that he actually turned to leave the older man behind.
"I am sorry, my son of sons." Seamus had dropped to his knees, begging his kin to believe. "That I started this foolishness. The Malfoys were respected before I sold my soul to the Devil, and the soul of all those who bear the Malfoy blood. All for the lives of my wife and children and Magick; I am a selfish man."
Draco stopped in his tracks. Did he say, for Magic? He whirled on Seamus, "You DARE offend my family honor? We are an ancient Pureblood family, born with the Magic since the beginning of time!"
"No, my son. Magick was given to our family when I made a bargain with the Devil for the lives of my wife and children, killed by Evil itself. You must break the curse. The Oath, my son, the Oath holds the key. 'Those who take the Oath bewa.'"
"I will hear none of your foolish Oath. The Malfoy family was always, and always will be a Wizarding family. If you were a Muggle, then you are no ancestor of mine."
"Is this how far the pride of the curse shall go? Even into the last place Malfoy's are free of Evil and It's terrible followers? Oh what have I created, my son?" These words were spoken with such emotion that the man immediately began to cry again, and his magic swelled about him.
"I have had enough of your silly curse, it is nothing. I wish to leave." Draco said haughtily; who did this man think he was? There was no Seamus Malfoy.
The man rose to his feet, looking down at Draco sadly, and spoke the words, "So you will not believe me? Very well, but keep forever the words branded on your heart, never to forget!"
Suddenly the incantation was repeating itself in Draco's head, and he felt a pain in his chest. He dropped to his knees with the feeling, and squeezed his eyes shut. The words repeated themselves over and over again, until the phrase was, indeed engraevd into his mind. The pain stopped abruptly, and he looked up at the man, his eyes glazed with the after- effects of the pain.
"I am sorry, son of my sons, for what I have done to our family. Someday you will find it is true, and you will break our curse, before it is too late. You are the final Malfoy with the power to end it. Defeat it, and our family will be free. Break the curse of a thousand Evils." The man looked down at him, pitying the boy that kneeled at his feet, his features etched in pain. Seamus raised his hands and said the words, "So mote it be!" And Draco found himself being pulled backwards, into a cyclone of blackness. The last thing he saw was the terrified features of Seamus Malfoy as he was sucked into the cyclone.
Seamus Malfoy buried his face in his hands. This was not supposed to have happened, and he knew what it was. Evil had found him, at last, in his final sanctuary. The boy would not remember the encounter, the Malfoy family was eternally damned.
Draco awoke in his bed, coming back to consciousness gradually. Something had happened, something big, but what was it? He couldn't remember where he had been that day. He searched his mind a hundred times over for some clue, some hint, to where he had been. As he was about to give up, he recalled a voice chanting, "Those who take the Oath beware. Beware the curse of a thousand Evils." Where had that come from? Who was Seamus? Draco finally gave up, and settled into his bed, to fall into another deep sleep, for tomorrow he would be returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Damn you Seamus Malfoy!" The Evil was positively livid. The man had somehow created a barrier, and then a transporting device to let Draco know of the Curse. Damn him! It had only just been caught in time. Fate had finally caught up with Seamus' trick.
"Now, now Evil, you know the Curse will break eventually. Even Fate cannot hold back the force of." The Good began.
"Shut UP!" The Evil interrupted. "My Magick will not fail!"
"Even Magick cannot hold back the forces of."
"I SAID SHUT UP!" The Evil lost It's temper and sent a binding spell at the Good.
The Good deflected it easily, sending the Evil a withering look, "Did you really think that would work? Honestly, your Magick is getting extremely weak these days, as are your plans."
"Gah! What do you know? You just sit there all day, creating boring Good plans with your little good people!" The Evil spat out the word good like a curse.
"Yes, my little good people. But, they're infinitely better than your disgusting evil cronies!" The Good lost it's temper, the Evil was not to insult the good people.
"Oh, right, Harry Potter is so much better than Draco Malfoy! Malfoy's powers far surpass those of Potter! I believe we established this when Riddle defeated the other Potter." The Evil felt it had made a good point, and smirked with his molten silver lips.
"You cheated to get me killed, Evil!" James Potter came out from behind the Good.
"Cheat, shmeat! I won, and that's what counts, Potter! So get back there behind your mistress and."
The wicked statement was cut short by a bolt of white lightning landing upon the Evil's head. "No one insults my followers!" The Good spat at the melting Evil. Too bad he would just come back to life in an hour. 'Well, one more hour to create plots without him. At least Seamus' remembering hex stayed intact on the Malfoy's heart. Those words are meaningless to him now, but,' The Good walked over the melted silver puddle and smirked at it. 'We'll see what he can make of them once I speak to High Fate about this.'
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, for now. It will be H/D slash in future.
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: I lied, I couldn't figure out any other way to make this conversion from past to present, so there is a bit more of Seamus Malfoy here. Please R&R! Thanks!
Chapter 1: The Curse of a Thousand Evils
Draco Malfoy had always believed in the cause of Lord Voldemort without question. Muggles were a nuisance and the world should be rid of them. After all, only Purebloods were able to perform the best of Magic. As he made his way down to the Malfoy Family Library, he fancied thoughts of joining the Dark Lord, forever powerful. A slight smile crept onto his face as he made his way to the Forbidden Section, this was his first time ever visiting it. His father had left a distinct will, stating that the day Draco turned seventeen, the spells forbidding him to enter would disintegrate.
He stood at the entrance, seventeen and ready to enter the world of Dark Magic. Draco wasn't exactly sure what this meant, after all, he had been practicing the Imperius Curse since he was seven, and knew how to perform the Avada Kedavra curse perfectly by the time he entered Hogwarts. There couldn't be much more to Evil than that, could there?
As he opened the door, he half expected to find Voldemort waiting there, ready to share his secrets and do terrible things. But, he stepped in to find a dusty desk with a single rolled up parchment and one small book on it. The walls were bare, no majestic tapestries covered them, and the floor was covered in a ratty green carpeting. There were holes in the dusty oak table, and it was covered in about a half an inch of dust. But the worst part about the room was the lighting, the only window was high up and shed light only on the table, the rest of the room left in darkness.
He stared into the room, it was, by far, the most disgusting room in the entire house. This was the huge secret? An ugly old room, with a threadbare carpet, rotting desk, and unpainted walls? Draco was disgusted. His father would have had nothing to do with this. He would have at least had it cleaned by a house elf or something. Draco shrieked as something moved in one corner of the room. A small mouse scurried across the floor and into a hole in the wall. He huffed, reprimanding himself for jumping like that.
He stepped carefully into the room, making sure the door did not close behind him. As soon as he was near the table he felt the heat emanating from it. Extending a finger towards the table, he found that it was, in fact, warm. Where was the heat coming from? He moved his finger along the table surface, tracing a line in the thick layer of dust, towards the source of the heat. It was coming from the book.
Draco jumped back in alarm; the book shivered and sprang open at his touch. Creeping towards the table again, he found himself looking at the picture of a man, obviously Muggle, crying and pleading to a Daemon. The man was ragged and worn, and tear marks streaked his filthy cheeks. The Daemon was powerful and cruel, and it's eyes blood red, boring into the man, searching his soul. What was this?
Suddenly, Draco felt a pull, similar to that of a Portkey, behind his navel. He felt the wind rising, from what source he did not know, and it swirled about him, taking him to a destination unknown. A voice was chanting: "Ye who this book can open, Savior of the Family shall you be. Come inside and see the plea, of your terrible family."
The wind stopped abruptly and he found himself standing in a desert. He turned, and started, the man from the book was there, standing beside him. But now, he was clean, and Magical powers emanated from him like rays of light from the sun. The sunlight shone on his silvery blonde hair, making it glow. The Daemon was gone, and a magnificent house stood in It's stead.
"Hello, son of my sons," The man said.
Draco looked about him, and found that the man was looking directly at him. Could the man actually see him? Or hear him? "Umm." He said. 'Great Draco, just clam up like usual.' He thought to himself.
"I am Seamus Malfoy, your forebear from years ago. I have chosen you, the thousandth generation of Malfoys, strongest of us all, for this challenge." Seamus walked towards him, his robes swishing sbout his ankles as he walked across the desert sands to reach Draco.
He was his ancestor? Oh gods, had he traveled back in time. He felt nearly sick at the thought, but managed a weak, "Hello."
"Ah, I see, you were not prepared to come here. Did you not read the letter upon the desk?" Seamus looked concerned.
"Letter?" Draco had no idea what he was talking about, until he remembered the ancient looking parchment on the desk. "Oh, the parchment. no."
"No? Oh my, this is not good. How did you know what to do to travel back to this time then?" Seamus looked genuinely worried by now, and was pacing back and forth.
"I just touched the book and it opened, and I saw you and a Daemon and touched the page. And here I am." Draco was feeling more than sick now, in fact, the queasiness in his stomach was giving way to a storm.
"Well then, I suppose that means you are the one. Only the one could open the book by simply touching it. That settles that." The older man looked relieved at this. "So, then, what is your name?"
One? The one what? "Draco Malfoy. And if you don't mind, the one what?"
"Ahh, Draco, the Dragon of Malfoys. Yes, that is a suitable name. You are the one who will know the true past of the Malfoys, back to myself." The man looked uncomfortable, almost ashamed. Malfoys were never ashamed.
"Is that some big secret? I mean, we are an ancient Wizarding family, that is all we really need to know, isn't it?" Draco was confused, this was a well known fact.
"No, I am afraid that you are incorrect, my son." Seamus lowered his head and spoke the words of the evil Daemon, " 'He who takes the Oath beware.'" You see? We are a cursed family. Always to serve the Dark and Evil, always cursed." A solitary tear tracked down Seamus' cheek, the first tear he had cried since that fateful day.
"Cursed? What foolishness is this? The Malfoys have always served the Dark because we believe in the cause. What trickery is this?" Draco was so offended by this that he actually turned to leave the older man behind.
"I am sorry, my son of sons." Seamus had dropped to his knees, begging his kin to believe. "That I started this foolishness. The Malfoys were respected before I sold my soul to the Devil, and the soul of all those who bear the Malfoy blood. All for the lives of my wife and children and Magick; I am a selfish man."
Draco stopped in his tracks. Did he say, for Magic? He whirled on Seamus, "You DARE offend my family honor? We are an ancient Pureblood family, born with the Magic since the beginning of time!"
"No, my son. Magick was given to our family when I made a bargain with the Devil for the lives of my wife and children, killed by Evil itself. You must break the curse. The Oath, my son, the Oath holds the key. 'Those who take the Oath bewa.'"
"I will hear none of your foolish Oath. The Malfoy family was always, and always will be a Wizarding family. If you were a Muggle, then you are no ancestor of mine."
"Is this how far the pride of the curse shall go? Even into the last place Malfoy's are free of Evil and It's terrible followers? Oh what have I created, my son?" These words were spoken with such emotion that the man immediately began to cry again, and his magic swelled about him.
"I have had enough of your silly curse, it is nothing. I wish to leave." Draco said haughtily; who did this man think he was? There was no Seamus Malfoy.
The man rose to his feet, looking down at Draco sadly, and spoke the words, "So you will not believe me? Very well, but keep forever the words branded on your heart, never to forget!"
Suddenly the incantation was repeating itself in Draco's head, and he felt a pain in his chest. He dropped to his knees with the feeling, and squeezed his eyes shut. The words repeated themselves over and over again, until the phrase was, indeed engraevd into his mind. The pain stopped abruptly, and he looked up at the man, his eyes glazed with the after- effects of the pain.
"I am sorry, son of my sons, for what I have done to our family. Someday you will find it is true, and you will break our curse, before it is too late. You are the final Malfoy with the power to end it. Defeat it, and our family will be free. Break the curse of a thousand Evils." The man looked down at him, pitying the boy that kneeled at his feet, his features etched in pain. Seamus raised his hands and said the words, "So mote it be!" And Draco found himself being pulled backwards, into a cyclone of blackness. The last thing he saw was the terrified features of Seamus Malfoy as he was sucked into the cyclone.
Seamus Malfoy buried his face in his hands. This was not supposed to have happened, and he knew what it was. Evil had found him, at last, in his final sanctuary. The boy would not remember the encounter, the Malfoy family was eternally damned.
Draco awoke in his bed, coming back to consciousness gradually. Something had happened, something big, but what was it? He couldn't remember where he had been that day. He searched his mind a hundred times over for some clue, some hint, to where he had been. As he was about to give up, he recalled a voice chanting, "Those who take the Oath beware. Beware the curse of a thousand Evils." Where had that come from? Who was Seamus? Draco finally gave up, and settled into his bed, to fall into another deep sleep, for tomorrow he would be returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Damn you Seamus Malfoy!" The Evil was positively livid. The man had somehow created a barrier, and then a transporting device to let Draco know of the Curse. Damn him! It had only just been caught in time. Fate had finally caught up with Seamus' trick.
"Now, now Evil, you know the Curse will break eventually. Even Fate cannot hold back the force of." The Good began.
"Shut UP!" The Evil interrupted. "My Magick will not fail!"
"Even Magick cannot hold back the forces of."
"I SAID SHUT UP!" The Evil lost It's temper and sent a binding spell at the Good.
The Good deflected it easily, sending the Evil a withering look, "Did you really think that would work? Honestly, your Magick is getting extremely weak these days, as are your plans."
"Gah! What do you know? You just sit there all day, creating boring Good plans with your little good people!" The Evil spat out the word good like a curse.
"Yes, my little good people. But, they're infinitely better than your disgusting evil cronies!" The Good lost it's temper, the Evil was not to insult the good people.
"Oh, right, Harry Potter is so much better than Draco Malfoy! Malfoy's powers far surpass those of Potter! I believe we established this when Riddle defeated the other Potter." The Evil felt it had made a good point, and smirked with his molten silver lips.
"You cheated to get me killed, Evil!" James Potter came out from behind the Good.
"Cheat, shmeat! I won, and that's what counts, Potter! So get back there behind your mistress and."
The wicked statement was cut short by a bolt of white lightning landing upon the Evil's head. "No one insults my followers!" The Good spat at the melting Evil. Too bad he would just come back to life in an hour. 'Well, one more hour to create plots without him. At least Seamus' remembering hex stayed intact on the Malfoy's heart. Those words are meaningless to him now, but,' The Good walked over the melted silver puddle and smirked at it. 'We'll see what he can make of them once I speak to High Fate about this.'