Wicked Descent

By: MLD

Rated: R

Disclaimer: anything you may recognize does not belong to me! Meaning, any characters from the HP universe! (but of course I'm sure all of you know this by now?)

This is an AU Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fanfiction, if you don't like this pairing then why are you even here?!

This fic will most definitely be dark.

Cassius Leonidas is a 947-year-old vampire. On his 347th year he was captured on the shores of Scotland by a powerful group of witches and wizards. They encased him in a tomb deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts; there they spelled a warning to anyone that would find it and cursed Leonidas with eternal sleep.

Yet, this was not enough to fall the powerful Leonidas, for the curse had only one counter…

I'm over it.

You see I'm falling in a vast abyss

Clouded by memories of the past

At last I see I hear it fading

I can't speak it

Or else you will dig my grave

You feel them finding

Always winding

Take my hand

Now be alive

You see I cannot be forsaken

Because I'm not the only one

We walk amongst you

Feeding, raping

Must we hide from everyone

I'm over it

Why can't we be together?

Endlessly

Sleeping so long

Taking off the masks

At last I see

(QotD-Forsaken)

Chapter Two: Forsaken

It had been a long time since he had been able to communicate with one of the Malfoy, the ones that he had sworn to protect. He couldn't fight back the feeling of hope surge forward, but it was quickly stomped away with the thought of the Ministry and the (now) small sect of Hunters that kept him from being completely free from his prison of 'eternal sleep'.

The fact that they wouldn't… no couldn't kill him, was slowly disappearing with the two crazed hunters, McCray and Bryce. Knight… had her intentions, he wasn't sure if she could be completely trusted.

He did know one thing… he had to get free before they destroyed the Slytherin line and the Last of the Malfoy. If only Draco could pull him out of the dream, but each time something had held him back, not letting him get free. He did know one thing though… for something as simple as Draco taking his hand and breaking the spell… it was becoming extremely difficult. Truly, there was only one possible explanation… He, Cassius, was not the only one that was entering Draco's dreams but how they were doing it undetected was beyond him. It would have to take an extremely powerful wizard… that only left one that he could think of.

Albus Dumbledore was becoming quite a nuisance. He was going to have to get to Draco when Albus was occupied… and then he was going to kill those who threaten his charges life and those that had kept him from protecting those he loved most.

The Ministry was going to be seeing its end of days before the year was out if he had anything to say about it.

Cassius was beginning to feel the spell take him over once more, and exhaustion overrode his senses. Before he fell into the enchanted sleep, he located Draco and knowing that he was safe, his emerald eyes rolled back into his head behind his already closed eyelids.

It happened every time; he would be overflowed with memories of his past. It would always start out the same, with his beginning illness, his being turned, the meeting with the first Malfoy, which in fact had been Salazar Slytherins daughter, who had been married to a Malfoy; it was followed with the birth of his sister and the killing of his father.

Generation after Generation, they died… the same Illness that had overtook him. The Blood Disease killed all the male Malfoy, the daughters not too soon after. The mother would have died of either suicide or murder. He had offered so many times to take away their pain, but each Malfoy declined. So he would have to take the offspring and raise them, send them to Hogwarts, watch them grow and flourish, they would marry and have children of their own and then it would hit. The disease that was so deadly. It was like an ongoing nightmare, and the hurt of reliving the deaths repeatedly was beyond… any feeling of pain he could comprehend.

Then coming back after running from the Sect of Hunters, that he had found the latest Malfoys slaughtered, the eldest son of Marius barley escaping.

He had never been an aggressive vampire, he didn't have the blood lust of his sire, in fact he only had to feed three times a year, but the killing spree that he had gone on… he wouldn't have had to feed for at least a century. He had become the most feared Mass Murderer of Europe; he had become Leonidas.

Leonidas had hunted down every last member of the Sect of Hunters, until he had been captured by the Ministry of Magic and put into an enchanted sleep. There wasn't supposed to be a counter spell, nothing that could break it, but they had been wrong. Wrong… or there had been a Knight of the Order in one of the factions that had some how modified the spell.

The bond between the Malfoy and Cassius was strong. No one new the pattern of the births to the dark blooded Malfoy's, only that when one of the dark bloods came of age, they would have the power to awaken and free the Vampire from his tomb, and Leonidas would once again hunt for those that has caused his 'Family' harm.

Of course when the MoM found out, informed the hunters, which had only a few members left, and they would hunt down the 'Cursed' Malfoy, as they would call it, and end his 'Misery' as they usually put it. For you see, once Leonidas was free the 'Cursed' Malfoy would be damned to walk the earth as a half-breed… or half-dead, as the Hunters were so fond of calling it. But they were so very wrong and biased to other races.

It had been two weeks since Draco had left the hospital wing, and for the past two weeks he had had his same nightmare. The lack of a good nights rest was beginning to show even through the glamour's and charms he had cast around himself. He had begun to visit the room of requirement a lot more often, as not many knew of its location. It had been his father who had told him about it when he was in his Fourth year.

Draco felt a pang as he thought about his father, but quickly shut it away. The last thing he needed was to break down, and with his lack of sleep, it wouldn't take much.

Stifling a yawn as he looked down at his Arithmancy homework, blinking his eyes. His nightmares had gotten to the point to where they were becoming his day mares. He could close his eyes for a brief moment and see flashes of bloody walls and haunting green eyes urging him to help him. He honestly didn't know how much more he could take of it. His grades were suffering and he knew that his father would never want that, but most of the time he couldn't even drag himself to his classes and it wouldn't be much longer before he would have Professors Snape and The Headmaster on his case. Sighing, he shut his books and went to find Blaise and Ginny.

Darlene Knight sat in a high backed plush chair in front of a roaring fire in her private quarters. Her amber eyes staring blankly into the fire as she tried to think of a way to stop the Ministry and the Hunters.

She had been teaching the Seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherin classes over the past two weeks about the many Sects and of the Vampire Leonidas.

She could see him clearly in her minds eyes. A being of Great Power, raven black hair, pale almost translucent skin and the most shocking green eyes anyone had ever seen.

Sighing, Darlene stood and made her way over to her desk where she had many flattened pieces of parchment scattered across its smooth wooden top. Every night she would come here and pour all the knowledge of Leonidas onto the parchments, organizing her thoughts so that she could finish the book ever the quicker. At first she had thought it would be easy… considering her knowledge. On top of these parchments lay a map… a map that led to the supposed tomb to where he lay, in his supposed eternal sleep, waiting for Draco to set him free. The corner of Knight's lip upturned, for you see…Darlene Knight was much more then she appeared to be.

Draco looked up as he saw Blaise Zabini; the dark haired dark eyed Italian with the red haired green-eyed Ginny Weasley on his arm. They were walking towards him and Ginny waved.

"I was just going to come and find you two. How about we go to my room and work on our homework that way we can be ready for the Hogsmead weekend?" Draco looked between the two.

"Alright, sounds fine to me." Ginny said as she looped her other arm with Draco and they made their way to Draco's rooms, giving Blaise little time to protest.

Ginny chatted all the way there, giving them no time to put in a word of their own. Draco didn't mind… and he didn't think that Blaise did either. 'Maybe today won't be a bad day after all.' Draco thought to his self as they walked into his room.

It was later on that night when things started getting weird… if that's how he could explain it. He wasn't sure if weird was the correct word, eerie, unusual, strange, odd, bizarre or peculiar, he had his pick. Ginny and Blaise had decided to crash in his room for the night. Candles were lit and the house elves had just cleaned up their dinner. The table was once more littered with books and pieces of parchment, quills and ink. Arithmancy, Charms, Ancient Runes, DADA, Transfiguration and Potions books were overlapping each other as they had decided to start studying for their Newts, Ginny just finishing up her essays in Ancient Runes and Potions. Blaise had taken Ginny into his room and put her on his bed as she had dozed off.

Sighing, Draco rubbed his temples and looked over at Blaise who had his face buried in a book of Vampires. Draco lifted a brow, "Blaise, I thought we were going to take time to study for Newts?"

Blaise looked up, "Huh… oh, yeah Professor Knight is recommended this book to me. Its quite interesting actually." Blaise yawned, "What time is it anyway?"

Draco shrugged, "I believe it's a little past midnight."

"Well, I'm going to go to bed. You can look at this if you want. Night." Blaise stood up and stretched. Draco waved him off, he knew that Blaise would probably rummage through his drawers for a pair of pajamas and more then likely wake Ginny up in the process who will also rummage through his drawers for something to wear.

He didn't mind, they were his best friends, close to his heart. Sighing, he reached over and took the book that Blaise had been looking at. The title read Famous Vampires through the Centuries by Loretta Hinkleton.

Draco cracked the large tome open and flipped through its yellowing pages. Pictures of Vampires were sketched on pages and had their names written in the Vampires own native tongue. The Latin text drew him as he read about how the Vampires were hunted through out the centuries by a group called the Sect of Hunters. There was also something mentioned about Knights of the Order as those few who opposed the Hunters and the Ministry. The text had started to fade but he made out something about half-breeds.

Turning the page he saw a drawing of a Vampire, it was the youngest one he had seen so far. He looked under the picture and embossed in bold text was the name Cassius Leonidas. His eyebrows shot up as he began to read.

This has to be one of the oddest cases in Vampiric History. Not much is known about this Famed Mass Murderer, why he killed the famed Godric Gryffindor after the birth of his sister, Seraphina or what caused his sudden vicious killing spree in the 1700s. It is said that he went mad after coming home and seeing his 'family' slaughtered by Hunters others say that blood lust overcame him due to his Sire who was known for his extravagant craving for blood. It is also said that the Knights of the Order came up on his defense rather quickly after Leonidas was enchanted and entombed in the Dungeons of his birthplace, Hogwarts.

A Knight who was rather popular with the Malfoy family and the remaining Gryffindor line read out a prophecy, the Knight died soon afterwards, but not before a portrait could be made.

The Portrait of the Knight is located in a secret room of Hogwarts and reads out the prophecy to those who chance upon it.

Draco wasn't surprised to see his family's name mentioned, they were an old family after all, and it brought back memories of the dream he had had when he was in the hospital wing. He remembered that the spirit… Cassius, had mention something about him spilling some of his blood on Hogwarts and how it had given him enough strength to stay a while longer. To actually talk and not visit him in nightmares, Draco also thought about the part where he had said that he had been his family's protector for generations.

"Ugh… I do not feel good at all." Draco closed the book and blinked his burning eyes. He felt hot all of a sudden and reaching his hand to his forehead, he realized that he was sweating. That was before his hands started to shake. Exhaling, Draco stood carefully and made his way to the bathroom, stumbling here and there trying to keep himself from falling. He knew that if he fell he wouldn't be able to get back up.

He began unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it on the floor. His slacks and socks soon followed it as he leaned against the doorframe of his bathroom. Turning on the light he looked down hat his shaking hands. You could see the blue veins under his skin quite clearly; it was as if they were trying to push out of his skin. Draco could begin to feel himself hypervenelate and his stomach churn. He launched himself at the toilet before he threw up on the floor.

Ginny suddenly awoke, she wasn't sure how or why, but she knew that something was terribly wrong and she couldn't push aside the feeling that something had happened to Draco. Throwing back the covers she heard the sound of moaning coming from the bathroom. She shook Blaise who was woke right away, he followed Ginny to the bathroom with out a question. They knew that Draco was looking the worse for wear. The past weeks he had been getting worse and every time they mentioned him going to the hospital wing he always refused, and they knew better then to go behind his back. He also had informed them not to go the Dumbledore for the fools meddling could cause more harm then none. They had agreed, of course not with out arguing.

Ginny was the first one in the bathroom, "Draco!" She shouted as she rushed over towards him, pulling his blond hair away from his face with one hand and rubbing his back with her other. "Your burning up Draco, you have to go to the Hospital wing!"

Draco shook his head violently, "I…can't, and don't you dare do that Gin. Please." Draco's weak voice begged her, and Draco never begged for anything in his life. Something was wrong… there was something that he was not telling them.

"Fine, but if you die, don't you dare come back and haunt me, because I will never talk to you again." She turned to Blaise, "Run a cold bath… as cold as you can get it and put some ice in it if possible. Also some mint leaves, it should release vapor that will calm his breathing!" Ginny grabbed a rag from the sink and wet it. Grabbing his shoulder's she laid him out on the floor, cleaning his face and a soothing his fevered skin.

Blaise was working quickly, his wand quick at hand. It was going to take a few minutes for the large tub to fill so he also turned on the showerhead. Using his wand, he added the ice and leaves as Ginny had instructed. Grabbing a cloth, he took some of the ice and handed it to Ginny. She quickly got to work trying to cool him while Blaise finished removing Draco's clothing. Ginny paid this no heed, to busy trying to get his fever down and barking orders.

Blaise took his temperature, which was hovering around 108 and 109. "Shit shit shit shit… fuck, damn it Draco! You should listen to you friends occasionally you know. Gin, we have to get him in the tub as quick as we can."

"I know, help me lift him, we're going to have to keep him afloat so he doesn't drown." Ginny took Draco under his shoulders while Blaise took his legs. They heaved him up and inside the tub. Ginny let out a sound of surprise at the freezing water but gritted her teeth, she wasn't going to show any discomfort.

Draco was whimpering as his hands had found her arm and clutched at her. Ginny talked to him in a soothing voice that seemed to get Draco to relax somewhat. Blaise came to stand near her and wrapped an arm around her waist as he gripped on of Draco's hands. He looked over to where Draco had been lying earlier and noticed that blood stained the stone floor of his bathroom. He began to worry that Draco had injured himself on they way to the bathroom. He quickly let go of Ginny and began examining him.

"He doesn't have any wounds at all… its as if the blood just seeped out of his skin. This doesn't make any since. Gin, we have to take him to the hospital wing. We can't do this by ourselves!"

"Blaise! No! As much as I agree with you I promised Draco that we wouldn't do that. He begged, Blaise, when have you ever heard of Draco begging for something? There isn't something going on that he isn't telling us and until he gets better and his fever goes down we aren't going to find out anything." Ginny shouted, her eyes brimming with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She looked down and ran her fingers through Draco's hair. "It's going to be okay Draco, I promise." She kissed his burning forehead as Blaise came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry Gin, I'm just so scared right now." Blaise rested his chin on top of Ginny's hair while he gripped Draco's hand in his free hand.

"So am I." She responded, her fingers still running through his hair.

TBC

Mwa ha ha ha!

I know im evil and that you all want to beat me upside the head with anything you can get your hands on... but don't worry, I will have part 2 up a lot sooner then it took me to write this one. I apologize and thank all of you for your encouraging reviews! Its means so much to me! has been giving me A LOT of trouble lately. I'm SERIOUS!

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