A/N: I think I know why I thought I posted that last chapter. See, I finished editing it but that was back when I didn't have any internet connection for a while. Once again, I apologize.

Anyway, here's Chapter 13. :) I had to keep redoing this Chapter...don't really like it to be honest...I wasn't completely sure what to word out and what not to. Hopefully, I edited correctly. Oh, and I'm not sure if the Witch Hunts were during or before the Four Founders. Let's pretend it was around the same time.

Read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and the song "The Catalyst" is by Linkin Park. All I own is the (ADDED) plot and the Ocs. Oh, and "Paturtles" are mine. New spell is also mine.

The Catalyst

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Chapter 13

"God save us everyone,

Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?

For the sins of our hands,

The sins of our tongues,

The sins of our fathers,

The sins of our young.

No..."

-The Catalyst, Linkin Park

"I have to say, class," began Professor Morrigan, holding a whole whack of parchment in his hand. "You have some wild imagination thing going on."

There were chuckles across the classroom, as Morrigan began circling the room. He glanced down at the papers, then flung the majority the air. Once he did, they all flew down to specific people. They looked at the parchment, and Hermione was sure they had just received what they wrote down about...that subject from last class.

It took Hermione another moment to realize she wasn't given hers.

Malfoy'd decided to sit beside her in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Again. This was getting repetitive. Why was he doing it though...?

Morrigan still had a small pile in his hand. He shifted them in a manner on his hand so everyone could see how many were there. In all, there were five.

"These," he motioned to the pieces of parchment he was holding, "are assignments containing the correct answer." He began to flip through them, saying names of the eight students. "Brenna Foster..." He paused a second before continuing. "Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini..." A few students turned their heads to look at the Slytherin in the back, who shrugged, saying something that suspiciously sounded like "I guessed."

Morrigan looked at him sharply, before looking at the last two. "Seamus Finnegan—" Seamus jumped up from his seat, pumping his fist and saying "YES!" all at the same time. The class burst out laughing. Hermione rolled her eyes. He probably guessed too...

"...and Draco Malfoy." The class stopped laughing. They turned to him, who only raised his eyebrows. Of course, thought Hermione. He was the one who sent the that note, err...those notes during class. It would only make sense if he'd gotten the answer correct.

"Well done, you five. My, after that class we had, I was doubting any of you would get the correct answer." He laughed, then clapped his hands, turning serious. "But the subject 'Mudbloods' is not what one should consider a laughing matter. It is actually much more serious than you'd think." He paused, as if contemplating his next words. "Even after the war from last year, it is still much more than you'd think it was. Than they, thought it was." He seemed to turn his gaze to nothing in particular, either that or the floor was all of a sudden extremely interesting. There was silence in the room for a while.

Morrigan's eyes flew up to the class again, his expression not changing. He was still looking at them grimly. "We're going to be learning a new spell."

Hermione heard Malfoy shift uneasily in his seat. That was puzzling. It was as if he already knew what he was going to say.

"First of all, the answer to the question I asked – a Mudblood is someone, anyone, be it a Squib, a Muggle, a Pureblood wizard, who voluntarily steals magic from another witch or wizard."

Hermione's hand shot up in the air, and he motioned for her to ask her question. "Sir," she began, "if what you say is true, would that mean you wouldn't necessarily need magic to use the spell?"

Morrigan smirked. "Good observation, Ms. Granger, to which I answer – you are absolutely correct." He cleared his throat.

So that could mean the spell used in "The Fox's Downfall" was most likely this "Magic Stealing" spell. Sounds like a curse to me...why haven't I heard of it before though—

"But, Professor, how would that be possible?"

"A very good question. Because of the nature of the spell, it just so happens to be somewhat based off of Muggle magic – no, don't laugh – Muggles used to believe in magic many years ago, back before they believed in so called, 'modern science'.

"Now the spell is a little more complicated than simply Incantation-plus-swish-and-flick-shoots-spell, so I'm going to write everything on the board as I speak." He looked to point his finger to the board but paused midway. "This isn't staying on the board and I'm never repeating it, nor do I want anyone else to either. This is extremely dark magic, and I suggest those of you who want this a part of your notes to not simply sit there like a bunch of Paturtles and copy what I write."

"Paturtles?"

"Oh. Right, well, Mr. Finnegan, I heard from a young girl by the name of 'Lovegood' say that a Paturtle is a magical, invisible and extremely lazy creature that tends to stick to people who sit around and do nothing. Apparently, they make them particularly sluggish in their movements and they could also make the person fall asleep." There were chuckles around the room at this.

Hermione had already taken out a piece of parchment and her quill at the start of class. In the corner of her eye, she saw Malfoy taking out some parchment, but he did it lazily, as if he didn't really feel he needed to be taking any notes about the lesson.

"Now, you all know the Four Founders," Morrigan began, making swirling motions with his hand while the chalk was writing. "I believe many of you also know who Vana Vulpslurk is...at least...those of you who paid attention while I was talking to them about it." There were a few guilty looks around the class. Many of the Slytherins snickered.

"Vana Vulpslurk was a Muggleborn witch who lived in the same time as the Four Founders. Her Patronus was a fox, which she was very fond of and decided on naming it after her Muggle sister, Cani. She was very good at seeing the future – if that's even possible – and she was originally going to be the first Divination teacher here at Hogwarts—"

"Yes, but a major accident had her seeing the light rather than the mist of that crystal ball. I would say poor girl, but don't quite feel sympathy for her." Morrigan had his back to the students, so he missed the confused looks he got from the class. As if sensing them, he continued. "She was one of the very first Muggleborns in Europe. And she loved magic. Enough to want to take it from other witches and wizards."

He turned, effectively showing the students the board while he continued. "Vulpslurk found a spell that would effectively steal magic from other witches and wizards. Yes, thinking of the idea of such a spell would be, possibly, a good idea for certain magic folk to win against their foes. However, it is not that simple.

"What I have here, written on this blackboard, is the incantation, but unlike so many other spells, curses and," he turned to look at the class, "tricks, you cannot simply say the spell and hope for the best. Even thinking something other than the spell itself will not work."

Hermione quickly scribbled on her notes what the incantation was – Scelerosempra.

"The Scelero, or Magic-Stealing Curse, was a spell that was quickly put down by the Ministry as being a myth. Though, many would argue that it's a real spell. Had the Ministry come to terms with this being a true spell, there wouldn't only be three Unforgivables out there."

"Obviously," whispered Ron. "Stealing magic would be a serious offence."

"Exactly, Mr. Weasley!" Morrigan pointed to the redhead. He took the chalk and began writing on the board while he spoke. "Now, in order to cast this spell, you will need a flask or a vial, the blood of a witch or wizard, and mud or dirt.

"The spell at this point is rather simple. More of a potion really–" He was writing the steps on the board.

1. Make sure that the dirt/mud is on the ground.

2. Drop the blood straight from the witch/wizard to the dirt (if using a wand. If the preference is a knife, straight from the knife).

3. Collect the blood and the dirt into a flask/vial.

4. Shaking it in a clockwise motion, say the incantation, Scelerosempra.

5. The potion should turn BLACK.

6. Drink the potion. (This action does not have to be right after.)

"And that, is how you use the spell." He turned around to look at the class. Hermione was making sure to get every single detail. Beside her, Malfoy continued to write lazily. "Those of you who know anything about certain Muggle magic, will know that their spells tend to contain many steps, as well as a lack of wand. There are those who find using a staff more effective.

"Unfortunately," continued Morrigan, "there were some side effects on both sides. For the user, the more they perform these six steps, the darker their blood will become. For the victim, well – they will suffer a very, very painful death.

"I doubt anyone has used this spell in years. Centuries in fact. So I believe many of you owe another fair amount of people an apology. But enough of these depressing thoughts. Why don't we go onto some duelling tactics..."

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"Well, that was err...interesting."

"Yes. And you couldn't stop fidgeting in your seat the whole time. What was that about anyway?"

"Oh nothing." Malfoy mumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Just waiting for you to punch me in the nose again."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Class just ended and everyone was packing up. She furrowed her brows. "Why do you keep sitting beside me?"

Malfoy didn't answer for a moment. "I dunno. Starting a habit, I suppose?" He turned to look at her now. "You don't mind, do you?"

Hermione blinked. "Yes, I...did, but now...it's better than sitting alone," she murmured the last bit.

"Good," said Malfoy, slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Because I'm not changing where I sit anytime soon." That's when he turned on his heel and left the classroom, leaving a frozen Hermione behind.

A/N: Wow. This is getting obvious.

Not really. Maybe. Who knows? Wait for it...

You didn't miss anything. A lot of this chapter is me bending the truth. ;P

Oh dear. Another "Sempra" curse. Well, the translation, I believe, is "always" while "Scelero" is "to pollute with guilt, with blood, etc." so...

The idea of the spell came to me while I was on a bike ride, and you can kind of see were this goes... P:

Because of the lack of Dramione (until the end) here, I'll be working EXTRA HARD to get the next chapter on as soon as possible! And the next DOES have Dramione, I checked.

The 13th Chapter is called "Not Ready to Make Nice" (by Dixie Chicks) and the song quote is:

"Forgive?

Sounds good.

Forget...I'm not sure I could.

They say, time heals everything,

But I'm still waiting.

I'm through,

With doubt,

There' s nothing left for me to figure out.

I've paid a price,

And I'll keep paying..."