Title: Flip Side
Author: CuriousDreamWeaver
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Summary: When two worlds collide, having two Draco Malfoys and two Harry Potters can only mean trouble. But the reason for barriers between worlds becomes painfully apparent when magic meets magic, and familial duty wars with desire. Slash HPDM, het.
Warnings: There will be slash, mostly from the HP/DM department, um, violence in later chapters, and maybe a few lime scenes (very mild though).
Pairings: HP/DM, RW/HG, JP/LE, LM/NM, SB/RL/SS
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it. J. K. Rowling does and she's more the richer for it.
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Flip Side
Chapter Five: Reflection of myself
Dee was not very happy. It was bad enough that she was feeling nauseous, but the stinging pain from her cuts was annoying her. She hated pain of any kind, especially the stinging kind. It brought a horrible feeling of dread to the forefront of her mind and she didn't like it. She scowled as she raised her hand and watched the blood dripping off her fingers and wrist. She sneered again and pressed her other hand against her shoulder. It wasn't a deep cut but it had been enough. She cursed her inability to cast a reasonable healing spell other than one for headaches and started off towards the stairs back up in the direction of the infirmary.
"Interesting display there." A smooth, cool voice said from the shadows.
"Of course. I live to entertain." Dee replied as she turned to see Draco sauntering towards her. She waited for him to catch up to her. "I hope you enjoyed the show.
"Indeed." His eyes flickered to her shoulder and cheek and he seemed to hesitate.
"I'm going to the infirmary." She replied to his unvoiced question.
"Hm. I-" He coughed and looked away. "If you want, I could fix it for you.
"Could you really? I'm not very good with healing spells. They tend to backfire." She said with a shrug, her expression slightly embarrassed at the admission.
"I've had a lot of experience with them." Draco murmured as he raised his wand.
Moments later, Dee inspected her shoulder and nodded with satisfaction. "Nicely done. Not even a mark left." She raised a hand to her face and fingered the smooth skin along her cheekbone.
"There's nothing there." Draco said, a note of smugness in his voice.
Dee shifted slightly, a gesture that was familiar to Draco only because it was something he did himself when he embarrassed or nervous. "Thank you. I wasn't really looking forward to wandering around the school bleeding.
"That would have caused a bit of a problem." Draco agreed. His eyes were hard as he regarded her carefully. "I hope this will not affect us in any way.
Dee tilted her head slightly away from him as she raised her hand and brushed her shoulder lightly. The fabric instantly mended and she gave Draco a sideways glance. She twirled her robe back onto her shoulder smoothly and turned back to face him. His face was hard, determined, and she knew what he wanted to know. "You're wondering if I'm going to tell anyone about Pansy." It was a statement, not a question.
Draco wasn't particularly fond of Pansy, but if she were exposed, the rest of them would be too. Pansy was not one to go down alone. He would not allow everyone to fall because of her foolishness. He nodded stiffly and straightened himself in an intimidating fashion. He was considerably taller than Dee and intended to use it to his advantage.
The female Malfoy regarded him thoughtfully. She saw pride in him, great pride. He was obviously someone who was used to getting his own way, regardless of who he had to step on to get it. But despite this, she saw a greater concern in his eyes. Were his actions completely selfish?
She shrugged. "What would I have to gain if I told? I'd only make myself an outcast.
Draco narrowed his eyes slightly. She wasn't going to tell? Just like that? She wasn't going to ask for something in return for her silence? She had to baiting him. "What do you want for your silence?
"Some tea and biscuits would be nice." Dee replied smoothly.
His eyes widened in disbelief. "Excuse me?" Did she just say what he thought she did?
She smiled at him serenely, as though she asked for tea and biscuits after every duel she had. "I'm a little hungry and thirsty." She was thoroughly enjoying the bewildered look on his face. He looked just like her father did after she managed to dupe him into giving her something he had previously refused her. A pang of homesickness washed over her but she pushed it away.
"Very well." Draco drew out the words slowly as he tried to figure her out.
"Besides," she gave him a warm smile, "you fixed up my arm and face. I won't have scars now. For that, I'm grateful.
He shifted slightly, mimicking her restless movement from before, and looked away. He'd never been thanked so plainly before. He looked down at her, his eyes softening in curiosity. "I've never heard of Ignis glacialis before.
Dee shrugged in reply to his obvious change in subject. "It's a specialty of mine.
"I see. So tell me, what exactly did Professor Snape mean by Ôother world'?
"Ah, that. Well, that might take time to explain. And some place less open.
Draco looked around them and had to agree. It would only be a matter of time before the other Slytherins made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. He paused, unsure as to whether or not it would be safe to be alone with her. He stared deeply into her eyes. A Malfoy's eyes were the key to his or her soul, as clichŽd as it may have sounded. The slightest flickers between shades of grey could mean a lie or a lightening or darkening of shades signalled a change of emotion. He leant closer, something he knew intimidated people but she didn't back down and stared calmly back. There was not a single flicker.
"Indeed." Draco finally drawled as he stepped back from her. He cast about in his mind for a place that would grant them privacy. "Perhaps my Prefect rooms would be best for this discussion?
"They should be fine.
Draco nodded and turned again. "Come with me." Dee followed him curiously as he walked down the corridor to another small hallway near the Potions classroom. He turned sharply and disappeared into the shadows. Dee blinked in surprise. That wasn't there in her dungeons. Her prefect rooms were connected to her uncle's office and the dungeon common room.
"Come along." Draco's voice was impatient as a slender white hand beckoned her into the shadows.
Mentally shrugging, Dee stepped forward and disappeared from sight. She was met by a large sitting room with a large, plush looking sofa and a pair of smaller arm chairs. It was rather warm looking, despite the dark stonewalls. Draco flicked his wand towards the large fireplace and it roared to life. He unclasped his robe and hung it up on a rack near the doorway. He moved behind Dee and as she unclasped hers and hung it up for her. Dee gave him a small smile of amusement and appreciation and he gave her a nod. He sat down in one of the armchairs and gestured towards the other one. He kept his wand in his hand and rested it lightly on his knee. She noticed that he kept her in his sight and his wand at the ready. Dee nodded mentally in approval. It paid to be careful.
"Please, sit.
"Thank you." Dee crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap.
"Tea?" Draco made gesture with his hand and a house-elf appeared with a tray. It squeaked once before disappearing.
"Yes, please." Dee nodded in relief knowing that the tea would help calm her stomach. She took the delicate china cup from Draco as he handed it to her and sipped lightly. "I see you like cinnamon as well." She murmured with a small smile.
Draco seemed surprised by the warmth she was showing him and nodded quickly. "Yes, I prefer it to sugar.
"It must be nice to have your own rooms." Dee said in the silence that followed. "I know I enjoy having my own rooms. As much as I enjoy the company of my friends, there's only so much I can take of it.
Draco nodded slightly in agreement. "I prefer the quiet it affords me.
"Exactly. I had to bribe my uncle to allow me to have my own rooms.
"Your uncle?" Draco knew his father had no siblings.
"Yes, my Uncle Severus.
Draco hastily swallowed his mouthful of tea. "Severus is your uncle?
"Yes. I can only assume he's not your's here." Dee murmured.
"No, he's my Godfather.
"Ah. He's mine as well. He's my father's half brother.
"Half brother?
"Yes. Tell me, was your grandfather married to a woman named Florence Dancer?
"Yes." He replied slowly, wondering where this was leading.
"So was my grandfather. However, he never loved her, though they did get on rather well." Draco nodded. His grandfather had never seemed to be very fond of his grandmother. Then again, she had died soon after Lucius had been born. "Grandfather Lucifer kept a mistress named Lucinda Snape. She was very beautiful and a very good friend of Grandmother Florence, who was quite happy to leave them to each other. Sadly, Grandmother Florence died soon after father turned three years old. However, due to Grandmother Lucinda's... nature, she and Grandfather Lucifer were unable to marry. But she and Grandfather Lucifer had Severus five and a half years after father was born.
"Her nature?
"Grandmother Lucinda is a vampire.
"A vampire?" Draco asked incredulously.
"Yes. Quite. She's the last of her clan.
"I see..." Draco said slowly. "But vampires can't have children.
"Why not?
"They're the undead. Undead cannot give life." He replied with a small frown.
"Oh, I see. That's how your vampires are. Ours are different. They're quite alive. Vampires are born like normal humans where we're from. The only differences between then and humans are that they drink blood to survive and that they have preternatural strength, speed and agility. Oh, and they burst into flames when exposed to sunlight. They can also eat normal food, but they can't live on it. They also have heightened senses of smell and hearing. They're a bit like werewolves in that sense. Of course, they're very rare. It's very hard for a vampire to breed, especially with a human.
"Oh. So your uncle is a half vampire?
"Yes. Grandfather Lucifer fully acknowledges him as one of his own children. He and father are very close.
"Father and Severus are very close here too." At least, that's how Draco saw it. You could never be too sure with his father.
"What difference does being a half-blood and a full blooded vampire make?
Dee tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Ah, now that's an interesting question. Firstly, half-vampires are not exactly as powerful as their full-blooded kin. They tend to have watered down versions of their powers. There are exceptions, however, in the cases where the other half of their genes is from another non-human entity like Veelas or Sirens.
"What about your uncle? He's half human.
"Half human vampires don't need blood to live. They can live on just human food, but they aren't exactly in the best of health if they do. Most half human vampires tend to have watered down blood every now and then on a regular basis in order to stay healthy.
Draco leant forward curiously. "Do they still have the same powers?
"To an extent. They do have a weaker version of Charm that full-blooded vampires have. They can't exactly pull people under, but they can influence them to an extent.
His lips twitched slightly. "So your uncle is... charming?" The mere thought of his Godfather smiling and amiable was enough to make him laugh out loud.
She laughed out loud, the sound echoing pleasantly around the room. "Oh no! Uncle is as acerbic as a heavy duty cleaning potion." At Draco's raised eyebrow, she shrugged. "Uncle doesn't feel the need to influence people. He's more likely to verbally beat them into submission.
Well, at least some things were the same. "Does he turn into a bat?
Dee's amused smile made him feel silly and he felt an uncharacteristic flush rise up his face.
"No, but that's why a lot of Muggles think. Most vampires who are Animagi turn into bats, crows, ravens or other black and more foreboding creatures, but uncle isn't an Animagi. But he does have a pet raven. Beautiful bird, Phobos." She sighed.
"Does he ever get the urge to feed on other humans?
"Sometimes, but he has his ways of getting what he needs." A soft, mysterious smile graced her features and she winked at him in a conspiratorial manner before going back to her explanation. "His kind are more less likely to attack in a blind frenzy of bloodlust, but if you get them angry, threaten them or their own, or if they're feeling a little...," she paused and then grinned, "frisky, you're more likely to get bitten. Though, depending on which situation you're in, you have different chances of survival.
He gave her a small smile at her last comment and thought back to the stories he used to read as a child. "I see. Does he cling to ceiling and walk on walls?
She nodded. "He likes to scare people by falling from the ceiling or some other unexpected movement. He has a habit of appearing out of the shadows right next to you. It's rather funny watching people jump when he does that." She smiled wistfully.
"Can he walk in the sun?
"Ah, yes, a definite advantage for being a half-blood. He can walk in the day like other people. He just doesn't like it. That's the problem with being part vampire; they're very sensitive to light. It doesn't turn them to ash like being a full-blooded vampire would, but their eyes and skin are very sensitive. That's why he wears such thick and long robes. Then again, he does look very good and intimidating in them. He terrifies all the First Years and quite a few in the years above.
"He teaches? Even though he's a vampire?
"Half." She corrected him firmly. "And it's not that bad. People don't really mind too much if Dark Creatures are teachers, even public servants. It's a matter of control. There are those with it, and those without. They're not going to condemn an entire race for the mistakes of a few.
Draco squirmed slightly, remembering Professor Lupin and swallowed uncomfortably. "But what if something were to happen? What if one of the students angered him?
"My uncle is not a monster. He has more control than that." Dee said coldly, her eyes narrow.
Draco flinched as a sudden chill washed over him and he breathed out and jerked back in surprise at the burst of fog that followed. He gave her a nervous glance as he realised that perhaps angering her was not the best thing. "I didn't mean to upset you." He said hastily.
She blinked and suddenly, everything warmed and he rubbed his knee. "I'm sorry, I just get a bit defensive about my family. Besides, he doesn't even like the taste of blood on most occasions.
"Oh." Draco said at the sudden change in attitude. She seemed quite mercurial. "How about your mother? How is she?" He asked in an attempt to change the subject.
"Oh, mother is well enough. She's a Veela." She tilted her head. "It would be rather hypocritical of me to be judgemental of uncle considering I'm not completely human myself.
Draco nodded in understanding. "My mother's a Veela too. She's very beautiful.
"Yes, I look like my mother." Dee smiled shamelessly.
"Yes, you look a lot like mother, but warmer." He looked surprised at his words but Dee's pleased smile was nice. Draco tilted his head in a familiar manner. "You have her face, but father's colouring.
"Yes, a Malfoy's first born always has the silver hair and eyes.
Draco nodded in agreement. "Very true. It's the mark of the Malfoy Heir.
"You have father's strong features, but mother's eye lashes." Dee said with a small smile.
Draco didn't take offence, having heard it before and gave her a small smile in return. "At least I don't have her lips. They're a little too pink for a boy.
Dee let out a soft laugh. "Indeed. You're very handsome, Draco.
"And you're very beautiful." He replied with an answering chuckle.
They sat in a comfortable silence as they sipped at their tea. Draco unconsciously compared the girl sitting opposite him to his mother. His mother had hardly ever shown him any warmth and in his most whimsical moments, he had compared her to the ice sculptures that had always been at every party in the Malfoy manor. When his mother smiled, it never reached her cool blue eyes, but when Dee smiled, it lit up her face and softened her features into an approachable expression. As he watched her carefully select a biscuit from the tray and stir her tea, he just knew that she wasn't nearly as cold as she appeared to be.
"What's it like in your world?" Draco asked to break the silence.
Dee looked thoughtful for a moment as she put her thoughts into words. "It's not too different from this one, from what little I've seen anyway. Magic seems to be much more abundant though. There's a definite difference in magic. In my world, there are several layers of magic, each one attuned to a specific magic type. However, here, there's only one layer.
"Different layers?? What magic types?
"Magic types define what kind of magic you can use. In my world there are no wizards or witches.
"But-" Draco broke in with disbelief written all over his face.
Dee raised her hand. "There are no wizards or witches, but there are mages. We control the elements and their related properties.
"The elements." Draco murmured. "As in earth, fire, wind and water?
"Yes. There are six types of magic that we can wield: Fire, Water, Air, Verdant, Earth and Shadow.
"What type are you?
She smiled slowly and tilted her head with a teasing smile. "Can you guess?
Draco eyed her carefully. He remembered reading about the elements when he was a child, a long time ago. He watched her body language; the relaxed posture with the sharp eyes and easy manner. He remembered her spells; all of them had been related to ice or water. It was an easy guess. "Water.
"Correct. I'm a Water mage, one of the most powerful of my generation." She said proudly. "J.P., the boy who came here with me, is a Fire mage, and like me, he is also one of the most powerful of his kind, if he could learn some more control. He tends to make things explode.
"Ah." Draco replied. "What about everyone else? Are they in your world too?
"Of course." She smirked in amusement.
"So whom do you usually spend your time with?" He asked.
"Pansy, Blaise, Greg, Vince, J.P, Ron, Mione. They are my Court.
Draco gave her a startled glance. "What? You associate with Gryffindors? Voluntarily?
"There are no Houses where I'm from. We don't have the same prejudices as you do. We all get along marvellously.
"But they're Gryffindors." Draco sneered. "They're nothing but a bunch of Muggle-loving goody-goodies. They're pathetic.
"I heard they were meant to be the courageous House." Dee demurred. "Muggles aren't really that bad. Some can be annoying and dull-witted, but there are others who are very intelligent and quite interesting. They're not all bad. Just... some." Dee thought specifically of both Harry's disgusting cousin and uncle as well as Hermione's kind parents.
Draco gaped at her. A Malfoy defending Muggles? "Are you crazy?
"No, but I'll bet you've never spent any time with them, have you?" She questioned lightly.
Draco scowled darkly. "They're not worth the effort. They're inferior and stupid." He disagreed.
"Mm." She murmured nonchalantly. Dee didn't want to get into this discussion. She had it enough times with her father. Muggles weren't exactly well liked by most purebloods, hence the problem with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Dee shivered and clenched her hands in her lap to stop it.
"Gryffindor's don't seem too bad." Dee said to take Draco off of Muggles.
"They're show-offs." Draco snapped. "They're not worth your time.
"J.P was sorted into Gryffindor." Dee replied. "He's definitely a show-off. And courageous.
"What is this J.P to you?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"He is my lover." Dee replied honestly. "I do believe, however, that his counterpart here is Harry Potter, just as you are my counterpart here.
"Harry Potter?!" Draco bellowed in surprise. He shot to his feet. "Your lover is Harry Potter?
"Indeed." Dee murmured and sat back against the back of the armchair as she watched Draco wave his arms around his head as he began a rather interesting diatribe about Potter's faults. It seemed that his dislike for the boy went back a long time, not to mention bordered on obsession. It was interesting, the way that his eyes lit up with passion whenever he mentioned the brunette's name. The vast majority of his annoyance stemmed from the fact the boy was a Gryffindor. But Dee had a feeling it went beyond that. There was an underlying tone of hurt, which made Dee wonder. Was that jealousy she could hear?
"And like I said, I never grew up with that sort of distinction." Dee replied patiently, interrupting him in mid-rant. "I don't know what it means to have Houses. All I know is that they are my friends.
"It's your choice." Draco sneered but moved on. "What other kinds of magic does your... Court use?
"Ah, Blaise uses Shadow magic. Ron and J.P are Fire mages, Pansy is a Wind mage, Mione is Verdant and Vince and Greg are both Earth mages.
Draco barely managed to stop himself from sneering at the affectionate name she used for Granger and Weasely. "Shadow? What do they do?
"A shadow mage is what is more commonly known as a necromancer.
"So he raises the dead? I thought that all necromancers were evil.
"Not quite. Shadow magic is not evil; good or bad people can use it. However, it requires a great deal of control and skill to be able to wield it effectively. It deals mostly with curses, hexes and other painful sorts of spells and effects. They're also surprisingly good at arithmancy and astronomy. They do have powers over the dead, but not spirits, and tend to be able to summon a whole horde of creatures to do their bidding. Shadows also follow their command and they have the ability to Shadow Walk, which is basically moving through shadows. They have a tendency to be looked at in a negative light, as many of their spells are quite malicious and often permanent. However, they are very respected people.
"So they could go around raising the dead and creating armies of zombies?
"They could if they're powerful enough, but not many ever will be. My Blaise is powerful, but not that powerful yet. Uncle can though. If the desire should ever strike him.
"I see." Draco murmured thoughtfully.
"I think the differences between our worlds is interesting. I mean; I'm a girl. You're a boy." Dee titled her head. "Similar people, but different circumstances. Interesting, don't you think?
Draco nodded slowly. "It is, quite. What about Water mages? What can you do?
Dee leant back with a soft smile. "Throughout history, water has always been associated with unpredictability, extrasensory perception, change and control. We can control water as well as ice. Water magic is probably the subtlest type of magic, but it is by no means less destructive. We use a lot of illusionary magic as well as Potions and stealth." Dee gave them a smile that made them shiver slightly. "Many Water mages become assassins because of that.
"We are well known for our divination abilities, skills in Potions, Transfiguration and Charms. However, we are best known for our incredible powers in the areas pertaining to Occlumency and Legilemency." Dee shook her head at the gleam that entered the eyes of her companions. "Don't get me wrong, we are powerful, but many of us are not as powerful as you would think. In fact, we're the only type of mages that cannot fully master our own type. Most Water mages can only specialise in one or two of the categories I just mentioned. But there are some who can master all Water magic.
"Are you one of them?
Dee looked pleased at his question. "Oh no, but I'm flattered you think so." She let out a laugh. "I'm still young, I have a long way to go. But I am quite good at Potions, Transfiguration and Charms. I'm very partial to Potions though; it's my best subject. I haven't quite got the hang of either Legilemency or Occlumency yet.
"What's your mother's type? She's not a Water mage too, is she?
"No, Maman is an Air mage.
"What are they good at?
"Like Water, Air magic is closely associated with change, however, it is also linked to communication, spirituality and purification. Air mages specialise in defensive magic as well as healing and runes. Most Air mages are Healers or Protectors, but there are many who become Priests/Priestesses or Clerics. They are well known for being able to create magical objects and transferring magic between people. They do quite well in Potions, Charms and Divination, though not quite to the extent that Water mages do. Air mages can manipulate the wind, hence their skill at flying, and are often very skilled in music.
"What's your mother? Is she a Healer?
"No, Maman is a Protector. They're a bit like Aurors, in a sense. You do have Aurors, right?" At Draco's nod, she continued. "Protectors are the ones that set up protective wards and spells on people and places, both public and private. She works for the Ministry of Magic.
"She works for the Ministry? Who's the Minister of Magic? Don't tell me it's that bumbling fool Fudge." Draco muttered the last sentence.
Dee laughed and shook her head. "Oh no, Fudge was thrown out of office years ago. He was definitely one of the worst choices they had ever made. The current Minister is my father.
"Your father is the Minister?
"Isn't yours?
"No. My father has not been able to secure that position for himself." Draco looked away as he thought about just where his father was.
Dee titled her head as she watched his eyes darken. "I see. Well, my father is the Minister. He works very hard and is a very respected man.
"I can only hope father will be minister himself, soon." Draco replied. "What about... J.P? What is he?" There was a slight curl of distaste but the curiosity was obvious.
"Destructive, very destructive. Fire magic is chaotic and highly volatile. Most Fire mages take years upon years to gain control over it in order to properly use it. It deals mostly with fire, lava and lightning. It's a very deadly combination. Unlike the other types of magic, Fire has almost no protective spells but their offensive spells are the most powerful of them all. Most fire mages are impulsive and very emotional people, and, unlike other types of magic users, tend to become very involved in the spells they cast. They can become quite sadistic on the battlefield; the more destruction they cause, the more satisfaction and pleasure they feel." Dee paused. "As such, I suggest you do not get J.P. angry. Ever. Even I wouldn't be able to protect you if you did. There's only so much I can do.
"Is he ever violent towards you?" Draco asked sharply. He belatedly wondered why he should care.
Dee raised an eyebrow. "J.P. has never physically hurt me, if that's what you're asking. He has more control than that.
"I see." Draco murmured as he slowly uncurled his fingers from the fists they had been in when he has asked his question. "What about their strengths? What are they?
"Fire mages excel in Charms, Transfiguration and DADA. Suffice to say, they are very good at causing havoc. Fire magic is the most unstable type of magic and a good Fire mage is never out of job.
"Vince and Greg are Earth mages." Dee said to change the subject. "The characteristics of Earth magic are stability and power. As the name suggests, the earth itself responds to them. They can cause localised earthquakes, fissures, lowering or rising of the ground and plain old avalanches. They tend to be quite good at Transfiguration and history. While most of their spells are offensive, their defensive repertoire is almost as large as Air. They are quite nurturing and rather gentle, despite what their spells suggest. They're also incredibly loyal and hard working. A bit like your Hufflepuffs." Dee said with amusement.
Draco let out a snicker as he imagined Crabbe and Goyle in Hufflepuff.
"Verdant magic is the most centred of all magic types. They concentrate on plants and animals. As you can obviously tell, they outclass everyone else at Herbology and Care for Magical Creatures. Generally, they use a lot of protective and healing magic, but they can be extremely vicious in a fight. Most of their offensive spells involve impaling their opponent on vines or ripping them to pieces with razor sharp leaves. Their love and affinity for nature make it hard for them to harm other living beings but like all people, they have their limits. They work very well with Earth mages and it's quite common for them to work together in battle as well as in every day life.
"That's quite detailed." Draco commented. "You have a way with words. You should have been in Ravenclaw.
"Perhaps. But I don't particularly enjoy sitting down for long periods of time studying. But I do enjoy listening to my own voice." Dee replied with a shameless shrug. She grinned. "But I love talking about magic more than anything.
"I noticed." Draco grinned back at her.
She tilted her head and gave him a considering look. "Out of sheer curiosity, what was that spell that Parkinson cast at me?
Draco stiffened. "That was the Cruciatus Curse. It's one of the Unforgivables.
"Unforgivables?
Draco suddenly realised that she would have no idea what he was talking about. "There are three spells which are illegal to cast on another person. The Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse.
"What is the penalty for casting them?
"Azkaban." Draco shuddered and clenched a fist.
Dee frowned. "Azkaban. I see. A prison, isn't it? There's an Azkaban in my world." She shivered. "What do those curses do?
"The Imperius Curse grants the caster complete control over the person they cast it on. They can make them do whatever they want.
"No one can resist it?
"Those with a strong will can throw off its effects, but it's very hard.
"I see. What about the Cruciatus Curse?
"It causes the victim to suffer unimaginable pain. It can drive you insane if you're exposed to it for too long." Draco knew what it felt like, and he knew there was no way to ever become used to its agonising effects.
"How inelegant." Dee murmured with a small frown. "What about the Killing Curse? I assume it kills the victim.
"It kills the victim instantly." Draco said softly. He'd seen it cast before, the emerald green of it reminding him of something else entirely. He shook himself with a flash of self-disgust.
"Such unpleasant spells." Dee said as she laid her hands down on her lap.
"They have their uses." Drace said with a pragmatic shrug. "There are times when they are the only spells that will work.
"True, true." Dee agreed. She knew that sometimes, a battle could not be fought with spells deemed to be acceptable. There was always a time and place for everything. Even curses as despicable as Unforgivables.
Draco eyed her carefully. She had agreed with him without even trying to persuade him into thinking that magic shouldn't be abused like that. "You don't think that those spells are wrong?
"Oh, I never said that, Draco," she gave him an even look, "I just know what you mean. There is always a time and place for every spell, even if they aren't meant to be used." She paused. "Spells are not a laughing matter; the manipulation of energy is something that cannot be taken lightly. However, I don't think that the Unforgivables can be cast by just anyone.
Draco nodded. "You have to want it to make it happen. If they're cast without the desire behind it, they fizzle out.
"I see. Like wand magic, the power of a mage is determined by their will and desire for the spell to work. There's very little a reluctant and spineless person, let alone mage, can do." She watched as Draco nodded slowly in agreement. "And just like wand magic, it can be used for good or evil. No type of magic is defined as good or bad. The user's intent is what defines it.
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AN:
Hiyas!
I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! It took a while to get out, but it did. Eventually. LOL The next chapter won't be coming out until at least next month, sorry! I started the next semester of uni so I don't have that much time to spare. But don't worry! I'll keep writing, no worries!
Firstly, as always, I need to thank my delightful and helpful betas: Lady LaCroix, Kivrin, beezy and lilypurewhite. Thanks so much you guys!
Now, onto the fantabulous people who reviewed!
Squifi: blushes Thanks a lot! I'm glad you enjoyed the story. I quite liked writing it! You're so nice! I love you! huggles Yeah, I find fics where the genders are switched a little funny sometimes, and most of the time, everyone's OOC! I thought I'd give a hand at it myself, just to see if I could do better. LOL If you want a great story where the genders are switched, I seriously suggest Opposite of Sex by DaDomz. It's a fantabulous story! It's archived here on so it's not too hard to find. Actually, it's on my favourites list. LOL Again thanks for your compliments! They were very appreciated!
MishapsErrors: I hope you read the rest! LOL
Tsuyuno: LOL Yeah, Dee's great! I wish I were as cool as her, no pun intended. LOL
Lucidity: Thanks a lot for the compliments! It took me a while to get the fight between Dee and Pansy right (you'd know! LOL). Thanks a lot!
Mara202: LOL Thanks for the review! Dee is very cool, then again, that's only cuz she's like Draco, who is also very cool. Go Slytherins! LOL
Tani Barton: Yeah, I'm glad I rewrote it. It's so much nicer now (blatant egotism here LOL). But thanks for the review and kind comments! I really appreciated them.
Thrnbrooke: Ah yes! You picked up on it! And you know exactly who it is! winks Thanks a lot for the review! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Brenna8: LOL Yes, J.P's meeting will go a lot better than Dee's, considering he's with the Gryffs. I won't have the next chapter up until at least next month though, sorry! In the mean time, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
If I missed anyone, I'm sincerely sorry, but know that I appreciate your review and hope that you enjoyed this chapter.
Unfortunately, none of you picked out where those two lines were from! waggled her finger at them then blinks Er, then again, maybe you've never seen those two animes... But now matter! It's all good. Just curious to see if anyone could figure out who I was ripping lines from. LOL
Remember, if anyone wants me to e-mail them when I update, all you have to do is e-mail me with the request and I'd be more than happy to.
Take care, savvy? Until I post again! LOL