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Chapter 18

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I woke up on a bright sunny Sunday to the ringing of bells. As soon as the bells stopped ringing, the knocking on my door began. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, put on some fluffy night shoes with matching night-robe and opened the door. Outside was a huge crowd of students trying to step into my room.

“I challenge You!” The boy in front yelled loudly the number on his badge read 298. I wanted to laugh. “Well I challenge you too," shouted a girl. “Me too!” Shouted another. I laughed. Free practice at every meal as entertainment for the school every day. My pot was half way to harvest, after a day and a half, and I couldn't risk that balcony just yet.

“I will accept this guys challenge at dinner,” I pointed to # 298 “The rest on you will have to wait your turn.” I could see why it would be difficult to stay in the number ten for a whole year. You would have to be in top shape with your spell-work and always ready for a duel. You had to be well versed in all manners of magic too. If you sucked in transfiguration for instance, that would be a weakness easily capitalized on by your competition.

While #298 cheered, the rest of the hall jeered and booed. I sat down next to Hermione and began to talk about my plans for the day. She was still half asleep. It was Sunday morning after all.

“I need to find some more Magic Cani weed so I'm going to spend the day muggle Copenhagen and muggle Amsterdam. While I'm on the way, I'm going to take One through Twenty with me to get them used to long distance popping and to help me carry stuff...” I trailed off as she didn't reply and added a quiet. “and have them raid a few places for me.”

“Ok, Draco.” She nodded with lidded eyes. She rolled back over to go to sleep. I was tired to, So I went over to my trunk and used the gemini spell on a big sack of coke. I took a sniff off my pinky. I think it was uncut, because it was 1992 and it didn't burn my nostrils much.

I was wide awake and raring to go. I took another pinky fingertip of blow before I used the disillusionment charm. It did actually feel like it was described in the books. Like an egg breaking over my head. I hopped on a broom on my balcony and flew high into the air. I then apperated out of away from the school at straight to Denmark.

The nice hippies at the Freetown of Christiania were kind enough to take the big gold coins I had in exchange for strains of pot I had never seen or heard of before. Blue crack. Danish thunderfuck. Checker lion. I got a least 200 clones of various types. I would need to get a garden growing somewhere, quick. Perhaps near Durmstrang? I got One through Twenty high as fuck with a game of Mexican hold em'

Mexican hold em' is where you breathe in the pot smoke and pass it around a circle. Trick is, that you cant exhale until the pot is passed around to you again. I smoked twenty elves under the table.

I disillusioned myself once again and flew to the Netherlands. I landed in Amsterdam and soon after found a coffee shop that would let me chill there on their bud for a few gold coins.

Bribing muggles was so cheap.

I found another small magical community in Amsterdam by watching unusually dressed people in robes walking by. I got up, put out my joint, and went out to follow a fairly attractive witch in purple robes. She entered a store with something in a language I couldn't read. I followed her in.

The building was old, and made of brick and mortar. It looked kind of like an old fashioned warehouse. I started to follow her in. A tall, burly looking gentleman in robes reached out a hand to stop me at the door. He said something incomprehensible and pushed me towards the exit.

I smiled and drew my wand. The big guy relaxed and waved me in. It was a massage parlor of the 'dirtiest' kind. The oldest kind of business in the world if you catch my drift. It had a brightly lit back door that led out into another alley.

One of the 'masseuses' called out to me on my way out the door in what I can only describe as sultry tone. 'I may be back here in a few years' I thought. The alley behind the 'parlor was as vibrant as Diagon Alley in the movies. I would have been overwhelmed, had I not been to Kern. I was just happy to find a place with floo, so close to Denmark and the Netherlands.

It would save me a lot of lime following seashores from miles overhead. Brooms weren't my favorite thing, just a necessity for getting around. I wanted to build a replacement for brooms as soon as I had the spell-work skills. The brooms were produced in mass by mediocre wizards in factories. The spells couldn't be that hard. I just had to find the incantations.

I Took the floo back to Kern and apperated into the forest near Durmstrang. I conjured sheets of glass while my elves built the framework and set the glass. In less than an hour, I had a perfect greenhouse. I set up warming charms and air freshening charms. I could set up lighting charms, bet I hadn't figured out how to turn them off and on on time every day.

Soon, I was tired once more and apperated to my room where Hermione was curled up with another book. 'Magical Construction:1.' She commented before I had the chance to say anything. “Your idea for magical expansion of space for reserves of everything has merit.” She looked up from the book. “Making everything in the ship weightless though will be tricky with all the expansion charms needed.”

I hugged her. “Thank you Hermione.” I kissed the top of her head. “I think I've figured out the way that the charms allowing brooms to move works.” I said. “I think I can make up the charms to do I cast it wandlessly.” I paused for a moment. “I want you to graduate this year with me Hermione, that means you need five sponsors in one year. I have an idea for Instructor Baggs' class. We can make a submarine that can tunnel. Think of it, It will need a lot of the same principles we will need in a spaceship.”

Hermione tapped her finger on her chin “Air, propulsion, faster than light travel, air tight and pressure sealed. It should relatively easy, if we don't laze around all year.”

I acted hurt. “I will be fighting for my dueling title all year, you just have to study your ass off.” I shot back.

“You better help, if you want me to graduate in a year with you.” Hermione said seriously. “I'll need all the help I can get If I'm to get five sponsors if the projects are as hard as Instructor Baggs project.

“Of course I will be helping. I want to learn just as much as you do.” I paused. “I can't wait to find out what our first classes will be tomorrow. Do you have any idea.?

Hermione nodded and grabbed a piece of paper off the bedside table. “The Instructors passed these out during breakfast.” I looked at the paper. It was a class schedule and magical map paper all rolled into one. The classrooms on the map blinked with class times and dates of the week and a countdown until class begins. The current time and date was on the top of the map. It was 5:35pm on a Sunday. “Wow, nifty piece of charms work.”

Hermione nodded. “No, thats enchanting that made this map.”

“I don't see enchanting on the map.” I said, mildly upset. “When is artificing too?”

“When you graduate charm, you get into enchantment class, If you graduate enchantment, you move on tho artificing.” Hermione pause to take a breath. “Its the same way with transfiguration, Basic transfiguration classes followed by advanced tranfiguration followed by human transfiguration. It takes an animagus form to graduate tranfiguration.

“How do you know all this?” I asked.

“The Instructors explained it and introduced themselves at lunch. You missed it.” Hermione continued. “Dark arts call is followed by rituals and then sacrifices. To graduate, you must complete a sacrificial ritual.” She lowered her voice. “On a muggle child.” She sniffed a little. The herbology Instructor justs lets people graduate after she thinks they can handle themselves around dangerous plants. care of magical creatures, divination, and astronomy is the same way.” She paused for a breath. “in Potions, you must be able to brew a perfect polyjuice potion to gain sponsorship.”

Hermione and I made our way down to the dining room for dinner, as she finished talking. “And then there Is magical construction, leading to magical architecture.” You have to design and build your own house in Kern to graduate. It has to pass the Local Inspector's approval and meet local code.”

I halfway listened to Hermione but all I thought about was my upcoming duel. My style was to end any fight as fast and quickly as I could. I had just killed an entire family the night before. I wasn't scared of a boy maybe two years older than me.

I walked right up to the dueling platform as soon as I entered the dining hall. I spoke to Instructor Bole. “The boy who is number 298 challenged me. I'm ready.”

Instructor Bole nodded. “Resinsky, Get you ass down here.” She called up to the dark haired boy who now looked very nervous.

“Now, Resinsky. Don't make me repeat myself.”

The dark haired boy had freckles all over his face and a smudge of dirt on his nose. He walked into the dueling platform like a man walking to the gallows.

“Bow.” Barked Instructor Bole.

“Begin!” The boy got a few red sparks out of his wand before a wave of fire-fighting water washed him off the platform. The trick to defeating that spell was to freeze the water with tranfiguration and banish it back in shards or to simply banish back the water. Anyone who couldn't do either of those did no have the time to duel me. They should be studying.

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I sat in an auditorium of about 60 other students. Hermione said this was a small class. Many students of rich pureblood families found magical construction class to be beneath them, so the class contained all grades that hadn't transferred to magical architecture already.

“Alright class, settle down.” A tall pretty black haired woman walked into the room with smile. She wore plain brown robes, yet you could see she was unnaturally gorgeous. The boys in chairs all around me started leaning forward with their tongues hanging out. Some boys looked ready to jump down from their desks to hug her. “I said... “ She transformed into a birdlike creature with giant talons for legs, and brilliant red wings behind her arms. She was covered in an aura of fire. “SETTLE DOWN!”

Hermione had spent this whole time looking at me. She wanted to see how I would react to the woman. She had know about the woman's probable veela heritage and not told me, to read my reaction. Luckily I was very good at not following through with my body's impulses and reactions.

Plus I was baked as shit. I had been playing Mexican hold em' with my balcony grown weed. I had too much to use alone, So I got 20 elves so far getting high with me 24/7 from now on. It was no fun smoking alone. So I made the elves smoke with me. They almost all passed out after the first round of Mexican hold em'. All except my new number one.

He was the only one of the elves I's bought sentenced as a pirate. Maybe he had smoked the hemp rope in the past life he no longer remembers? Maybe he was just more tolerant to weed than his fellows. He had wide eyes like Dobby and stood as tall as any house elf I've seen.

Soon the Instructor scared the boys into their seats. Hermione was proud with me for not reacting while some other pretty girls looked at me appreciatively. I secretly winked at a couple of them behind Hermione's back. What Hermione don't know won't hurt her.

“Now that you are all settled down, Allow me to introduce myself properly. “My name is Menage De Trios. You may call me instructor Trios. ”I teach magical construction. In this class we work with our wands more than any class other than dueling. So today, I want you to put away your text books and start practicing the sticking charm on-” She stopped talking “Yes miss Granger.?”

“Draco and I have looked at your course syllabus and we know every spell on it.” Hermione answered. “We would like to test out of this class already.”

Instructor Trios smiled. “Expand the inside of those barrels over in the corner and we'll talk.” She turned back to the other student. “Now where was? Ah yes! Sticking charms-”

“C'mon Hermione.” I sighed as we walked over to the barrels sitting in the back corner of the room. Space expansion was a simple third year charm. Hermione got it on her first try, and I got it on my third try.

We waited with our expanded barrels until Instructor Trios came over to check our work. “Give me your maps then,” She said after inspecting our work. She tapped both of our maps with her wand to update our schedules.

“Hell yeah!” I said in English. I high fived Hermione.

“Lets go smoke some of my new Cani strains and read.” I suggested. “We have a free period until lunch.

“I think we should start planning the final Projects for enchanting so that we can get into artificing.” Hermione disagreed with me. “We really need to get to work on our exodus solution, if we are going to complete it by the time we are ready to have children.”

I did a double take. Was my brainwashing finally catching hold?

I did want wizards in space, But I wanted to rule the muggles from space like a ancient Chinese dragon god, floating around in a golden palace. “O course we should. That's a great idea. I'll work of the maneuvering and flight charms off the broom I'm taking apart, while you read up on anchoring charms to objects and breathing charms.” I had to maintain some semblance of control.

We sat for the next two hours uncovering the mysteries of magic. I finally figured out how the float charm provided propulsion. It made objects heavier in certain direction. It literally controlled gravity like it's little bitch. I was stumped on how to replicate the feat with a wand, but I knew I could do it wandlessly just by thinking about the effects strong enough.

Using a shortcut like that would stunt my growth in the long run, however, so I didn't use wandless magic in class unless I had to.

We went to our next class, Potions, and Hermione and I used our expensive stock of boomslang skin to begin the delicate process of brewing polyjuice potion and testing Hermione and I out of this course. It should only take a month to complete.

We tested out of charms class immediately and caught the Enchanting class before it started. It was taught by Instructor Baggs. It was a small class of 20 students. The purebloods considered enchanting peasant work. The purebloods were the bosses and the mudbloods were the enchanters.

Hermione and I found it fascinating. It taught how to connect various spells, charms, jinxes, hexes and curses to objects and living beings. I already had a hundred ideas running through my head. As Hermione listened through the first class's syllabus, I knew we would be testing out soon.

The book I had taken from Malfoy Manor was full of enchanting material far beyond what was going to be taught in enchanting class. As soon as we created a project to prove our understanding of enchanting, we would pass on the Artificing. The class where we would learn how to create magical transportation, like floo, portkeys, transportation doorways, vanishing cabinets, ans tunneling.

“What about scuba gear?” I suggested to Hermione as we laid in bed for the night.

“Why do we need scuba gear, Draco?” Hermione asked, confused.

“For the enchanting project. A bubble-headed hat with shoes and gloves that turn into flippers.” I said. “The bubble-headed charm is advanced and If we connect it to a hat, it should pass us. The flippers are the easy part.” I added.

“I think that will work. I'll see about getting it done tom-” She cut off as I began to hiss in pain as my arm burned.

“He wants you again, doesn't he?” Hermione had tears building in her eyes as I donned my death-eater regalia once more. “Stay safe, Draco.”

“You stay safe,” I retorted. Then my face softened, “or this was all for nothing.”

I donned the mask to hide my face in silver. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

This is all my fault Hermione I wanted to tell her. I don't deserve her love.

“Malfoy Manor.”

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I fell to my knees at the Dark Lord's feet as soon as I portkeyed in. Masses of my fellow death-eaters were apperating or portkeyed in by the dozen, There were half again the number there was three days ago when I had lead the Azkaban breakout. “We are gathered here tonight to celebrate our raid on Azkaban.”

“I'd first like to call on my apprentice to stand.” I stood, facing the Dark Lord. I was anticipating pain at any moment. “Tonight the last night of the moon cycle. On top of that, It is a full blood moon tonight. I want you all to observe this ritual my apprentice and I are about to perform. I want you to begin performing the same ritual of mudbloods and blood traitors.”

I stood motionless as Voldemort spoke. He was going to do a ritual on me that he wanted performed on blood traitors and mudbloods? I was going to die.

I looked for an escape. There were no doors but the one behind Voldemort's back. I could apperate...

“Bring in the prisoners.” Voldemort called.

I felt the tingle of anti-apparation and anti-portkey wards go up. I was too late!

I prepared myself for my fate. I would not cry.

The door behind Voldemort opened up and Wormtail entered, levitating a long chain of emaciated and blood covered, yet, breathing bodies. “Unshackle them Wormtail.” As Wormtail unshackled the prisoners, Voldemort carved strange designs with his wand in the floor of the Malfoy Manor's ballroom .

“Bring me the first one.” Wormtail levitated a bloodied and blank eyes man “Come forth Bellatrix, and be healed.”

“Yes, Master.” She practically ran to kneel in the center of the pentagram-like formation. Voldemort began to chant, lowly and sometimes in hisses. Bellatrix rocked back and forth on her knees with a sick grin on her face. At last he yelled. “Marcus Diggle gives his life for you!” You could hear the wet tearing of meat as Voldemort's wand sliced across the floating man's neck

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Blood poured over Bellatrix as if she were in a shower. She moaned as she rubbed the blood all over her skin. In her mouth. Covering her arms in the blood, she pushed up her robes and smeared her body with the blood. “Back away, Bellatrix, I's Draco's turn now.”

Voldemort swished his wand and the blood disappeared off the floor in the blink on an eye. The blood seemed to sink into Bellatrix's skin. She appeared to have regained her youth, stolen be a decade in Azkaban. She smiled with pearly white teeth once more.

“Come Draco.” The Dark lord called me by name in front of all the other death-eaters. Take off your clothes and kneel in the pentagora.” Voldemort waved an arm at the carving on the floor.

“Yes, Master.” I slowly took off my robes and mask, I took off my undershirt and skivvies. I wanted to tell the death-eater audience that...

'Hey! I'm 12! And Its cold in here!'

I knelt in the center of the Pentagora and waited. Another man floated above me as Voldemort began to chant and hiss coarse and spitting words at times. “Sacrificium Quia Ops Sirius Black, We sacrifice your Body, Soul, And Blood, so that Draco Scorpius Malfoy may have your strength.”

A wet sucking and sawing sound above me as Harry Potter's innocent godfather has his soul sacrificed. I felt blood begin to drip down on me. I felt my energy begin to grow. The blood felt so good. It was heaven. I rubbed the blood everywhere I could reach. I licked my fingers clean of the blood. I felt my energy overflowing. I had at least twice the energy as before.

“Get dressed Draco, I have others to heal.” I stood to my feet and out of the circle. It felt cold as the blood soaked into my skin. I felt euphoric. Like my first acid high. I was powerful now. This was the power of rituals?

No wonder the Dark Lord was so powerful.

I took the portkey back to my room at Durmstrang.

Crying on Hermione's shoulder again, I told her how Sirius black had his throat slit to grant me greater power. I confessed that I enjoyed the feeling. I confessed that I enjoyed the rush of power. I confessed that I wanted to do it again, so that I could match the dark lord and defeat him, for Our children's sake.

I flipped through a book on rituals form the Malfoy Library to find the 'sacrificium quia ops' ritual. I found it near the back. It could be used as many times as needed. It was made to make squib children into witches or wizards be stealing their magic.

“We have to do the ritual for you too.” I insisted.

“No, Draco. I couldn't live with myself if I were to take an innocent life like that.” Hermione sighed.

“What if they are not innocent?” What if they are child rapists and murderers that get away with it because this is a country where the rich can do anything?” Hermione gave me a funny look.

“We need to be more powerful, darlin'. We have to be able to crush all people that try to stop us from leaving with our children.” I looked her in the eyes. “I've killed to protect you. I've slaughtered children in their beds to save the lives of our children.”

I reached out and squeezed her hand. “Don't make all that sacrifice in vain. We need to grow stronger to save ourselves and our children. I know that you've already finished our enchantment project. I could see it in your eyes when I got home.”

“Home?” Hermione asked.

“Home is wherever you are.” I squeezed her hand again. “Help me find some people to sacrifice. It will only make us more powerful permanently if we perform the rituals before our 13th birthdays.”

Hermione began to cry as I pressured her to her breaking point.

“Your parents are dead, because you are a muggleborn, Hermione.” She cried harder in keening wails. I held her close. “I've murdered children to keep you safe, Hermione.” She cried louder even still.

“Now it's time Hermione, It's time for you to kill for you. For you to become truly powerful.” I whispered in her ear as her tears began to slow.

“You are all that I have, Hermione, and I need you.” I pressed again. “I need you to kill for us.” I tilted her chin up to face me. “Will you kill for our children? For our future?”

She nodded slowly, “I love you.” She whispered.

We kissed.

I fucking hate myself.