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Chapter 14

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The school was carved out of the side of a mountain. It was made of some kind of smooth white stone, and it reflected the summer sun in a glittering of lights. It wrapped around the bottom of the mountain and appeared to be four stories tall based on the four levels of windows.

I resized my trunk on the deck. Reaching in, I unlatched my potions case and took out my little jar of acid paper. The other students were gawking at the white, marble I assumed, school as it shone in the summer sun.

I unscrewed the lid and took out a single hit of acid. I put the blotting paper on my tongue and screwed the lid back on. “What are you doing, Draco?” Hermione whispered as I shrunk my trunk once more.

“Getting ready for a fight.” I answered as I felt the metallic flavor of the Tin Man's dick spread across my tongue. I would have to leave it there for a good hour or so before it really kicked in. “I took a stimulant to aid me in tonight's duel.”

Acid made you faster. It made you stronger. It made you think faster. It made you giddy. You felt no pain. You felt no fear. The hallucinogen gave me almost total control of my growing pool of energy.

I saw Instructor Bole begin to shrink. It was a slow transformation as she turned into a bird of some kind. She looked like a giant vulture. She opened her giant wings and lifted off from the moving deck. She sped towards the school as a cliff began to block our view.

The ship sailed into a gaping hole at the bottom of the mountain, facing the White Sea. The ship continued forward into the torch lit cavern. I saw something up ahead, t was a massive dock. Near a hundred little boats of varying size were tied to it none of them came close to comparing to the size of the Ice Queen.

Instructor Baggs began to speak as the Ice queen's golden ropes lashed themselves to the dock under the mountain. “In my class, We create Magical artifacts, like the boats you see around you. To earn my graduation sponsorship, you must create a ship capable of tunneling. These are the boats that were created by previous graduates who decided to donate them to the school.”

“These are what you will use if you wish to visit Kern anytime soon.” He smiled. It looked intimidating on a man covered in dragon-skin armor. “I expect at least some of you to sign up for my class. You will learn how to create flying brooms, flying carpets and many other interesting things.”

A brown skinned boy in silk dress robes snorted next to me. “Thats for the low classes to learn.” He muttered quietly.

The ramp lowered to allow disembarking. Karkaroff stepped off first. “Follow me.” He called. “I will lead you to your new rooms.”

He led us down the ramp and onto the docks. Instructor Baggs stayed on the ship. We all followed as he led us to a large chained door. He flicked his wand and the chains vanished with a pop. “Hurry up. I don't want to go look for any stragglers.” He stated.

He gave another hacking cough as he led us up a series of spiraling stairs. Hermione and I were at the front of the pack of nervous and excited students following the Headmaster.

At the top of the stairs was a wide hall, with corridors going in every direction. It was full of students, silently staring at us. They crowded around around us as we followed Karkaroff. Accessing us in calculating looks, utterly silent. A few waved at my peers with smiles. They must be siblings or friends, I thought.

I noticed the fashion difference from Hogwarts. They all wore red tunics with black trousers and black leather boots. The tunics closely resembled military uniforms. Some of the students wore

I noticed they all had badges with numbers on them. A blond girl a little older than us with a badge saying 312 stared at me in a peculiar fashion. A tall black haired boy with a badge reading 12 licked his lips as he glared at us all.

Karkaroff led us down a corridor to our right. “Your rooms are down this hallway.” He said. “When you raise yourselves in school ranking, your rooms will change accordingly.”His words seemed to echo in my ears as I felt the LSD begin to kick it. I gripped Hermione's hand in my own once more. “You may share rooms with your spouses if you are married, or if you are attending school with an approved consort.” He looked pointedly at me.

Some of these children were married already? I looked around and noticed a few of the other students holding hands. The Arabic boys in particular each held another girl's hand, I noticed.

We continued walking until we came to a long corridor “The dorm rooms are here.” He waved an arm down the torch-lit black marbled hallway. The torch light flickered like the colors of a rainbow to my acid fried eyes. “Your names are on plaques on your doors.” Karkaroff smirked “The bathroom is at the end of the hallway.”

It was a long hallway, with doors spaced along it, as it curved out of sight at least a half mile away. I had no doubt someone would piss themselves on the way to the bathroom on the long walk to get there.

Karkaroff continued. “Find your rooms, stow your things, change into your uniforms, and meet your fellow students in the dining hall for dinner in two hours. Your presence there is mandatory and you will be ranked at the meal.”

He turned around and began to walk away. He stopped. “Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, talk with me for a moment.”

I pulled Hermione out of the pack of students who began making their way down the long hall. We reached Karkaroff and he made a circling gesture with his wand. The chattering of students was cut off as an obscure forcefield rose around us in a dome, blocking sight and sound.

Karkaroff began speaking in a low voice. “I have heard word from the Dark Lord, He told me to give you this.” Karkaroff handed me a small glass globe the size of a snitch. “It is untraceable and allowed into the school's wards. Use it after lights out. I assure you that no student will be able to penetrate the wards I have placed around your door to find you missing. The password to the portkey is Malfoy

Manor.” He added after I put the glass ball into my pocket.

Karkaroff turned to Hermione. “You are a stain on my institution. I want you to know that I will accept no insubordination or any of the usual mudblood nonsense associated with your background. I have told no one about your heritage and you will keep silent about the matter. If word gets out that I allowed a mudblood into my school, my reputation would be ruined.” He glowered at Hermione. “So keep your filthy little mudblood mouth shut.”

I restrained myself from ripping his head off with my bare hands. I probably could on the acid. I smiled. “Thank you for the wards on our door, and I would like to thank you for keeping Hermione's heritage a secret.”

I held out my hand for him to shake. “Thank you for everything you have done for us.”

He reached out to shake my hand. He holstered his wand and reached out with his right hand. I gripped his hand so hard, I heard a few bones pop.

“Argh!” Karkaroff cried out. “You little bastard!” He screamed.

Hermione squeaked. “What are you doing, Draco.”

I ignored Hermione's question as I punched him in the gut with a jab from my left hand and knocked the breath out of him. “I'm sorry to have to do this.” I took his wand from his holster as He lay on the floor, recovering.

I drew my own wand and pointed both of them at the downed headmaster. I had a real high going now, and I felt all-powerful. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

“You have betrayed the Dark Lord and he has given you the opportunity to earn his forgiveness.” I bullshitted. “He has shown you the utmost kindness, and you in return insult one of his apprentices.” I lied. “Hermione and I report directly to the Dark Lord.”

Karkaroff glared up at me from the floor as he held his broken wand hand. “I'll not stand for-”

“Crucio.” I hissed. I thought of Dobby and his death. I thought of how much I wanted to hurt Voldemort. The unending pain I wanted to torment him with. I felt that anger, and I pushed it into my wand.

I had been practicing.

The Headmaster screamed a shrill wail as he curled into the fetal position. I held the curse for ten Mississippis and then released him. Karkaroff coughed for near a full minute, with tears streaaming from his eyes.

“Get on your knees.” I kicked him in his stomach. Karkaroff laid still and failed to rise as he sobbed, shaking. I kicked him harder. “Get on your knees!” I screamed.

The man was a coward, a racist, and a betrayer, all rolled into one. He had betrayed the Dark Lord and instead of the Dark Lord killing him, He had given us to him to look after us.

Hermione tugged on my arm. I continued to ignore her.

I snapped my fingers for a color changing charm. My eyes turned red. A simple yet very intimidating trick. Karkaroff looked up as he began to rise to his knees. He flinched back in fear as He saw my red eyes flickering in the torchlight. “Please, I-”

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I cut him off. “You insulted the apprentices of a Dark Lord.” I hissed. “Do you actually think that the Dark Lord would lower himself to teach a mudblood?”

Karkaroff shook his head. “No, my Lord, I only thought-” I interrupted once again.

“I don't care what you thought!” I thundered, My rage at the injustice Hermione faced finally having an outlet. “You will do as you are told! Do you understand?” I roared.

Karkaroff nodded. “I will, my Lord.” His body shuddered after being subjected to the cruciatus curse.

“Now apologize.” I gestured at Hermione who was glancing around nervously. “Now1” I yelled again as he hesitated.

“I apologize, Miss Granger for any offense I have given you.” He sobbed and shook.

“Crucio.”

I held him under the curse for just an instant. “Not good enough, Karkaroff.” The man was sobbing fully now, still on his knees. “Lick her shoes.”

Karkaroff's face was red as he shook in fear. I snapped my fingers again to make my red eyes glow.

“Imperio.”

I felt his will struggle against mine. A blue arc of electricity connected from his forehead to my wand. I could hear it hiss and crackle in the air as we had a struggle of wills. I felt my need for control and domination warring with Karkaroff's desire for freedom.

He knelt on the floor as I stood above him for minutes. I pushed, and he pushed back. I pushed again and again. I moved my energy into Karkaroff's wand and cast again.

“Crucio.”

The pain was too much for his will. I felt the imperious take hold of his mind, completely. I felt elation. I had successfully enslaved the Headmaster of Durmstrang to my will.

“Draco, What have you done?” Hermione whispered. “Those were the unforgivables. You can go to prison for life for using those.”

“Not in the RCMS, Hermione.” I answered as Karkaroff bent down to the floor and began to lick Hermione's shoes. “There are no restrictions on spells in the RCMS.”

“Thats disgusting.” Hermione said as she jerked her foot away. “Make him stop.”

'Stop' I thought to Karkaroff. He stopped licking. I dropped his wand to the floor next to him. He rose, body shaking from the exposure of the cruciatus. He released the dome of energy around us and began to walk away, as if nothing had happened, leaving Hermione and I in an empty hallway.

“Why did you do that, Draco?” Hermione asked. “You are always so sweet.” She sounded like I had kicked her puppy.

“He is a death-eater Hermione.” I drew her close to me into a hug. “He is one of the men who mutilated your father and brutalized your mother. He laughed as he did it.” I bullshitted. “They are beasts Hermione.”

She shuddered in my arms. “Did you have to...” She trailed off, “go that far?”

“I'm sorry, Hermione,” I lied. “When he spoke to you like that, I just couldn't stop myself.” I said. “I can't stand for people to talk down on the only person I love like that.”

Hermione looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “You did that for me?” She blurted. “I would never-”

I cut her off with a kiss.

“I would do anything for you Hermione.” I lied. “Now lets go find our room, shall we?”

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I felt strange not wearing a robe for the first time in a year. I didn't even own a pair of pants outside of my school uniform. Hermione looked quite sharp in her new uniform. Her baby fat had worn away after the summer months of eating like a bird. She was blooming into a pretty young girl.

“Lets go to dinner, then.” She said as she finished tying her hair into a ponytail. My own hair, I let run down to my shoulders. I didn't slick it back the way the old Draco did. I had not cut it and rarely brushed it since I got this body and it showed as it made a shaggy mane to the nape of my neck.

“Lets go then.” I left the glass portkey on the bed as Hermione and I walked down the long corridor to the dining room. “I want to see what they serve here.”

We followed the crowds of older students leaving their dorm rooms and walked behind them. We to the great white marbled room where the corridors branched off from. We turned left and went up a flight of stairs. Up the stairs was another great hall. We turned left again and were before a massive set of closed bronze doors.

We waited in the large room with the rest of the students. It was very quiet compared to Hogwarts. A full gathering of students would have been a very noisy place to be. Here, the students whispered quietly to their friends. Hermione and I stood alone.

We had no friends here.

Instructor Bole flew down from the ceiling, where I had not noticed her, and transformed into a cloaked and hooded woman. “First years, Gather around me as we enter the hall. You need to be ranked ” She called out as the massive bronze doors began to creak open.

The upper year students walked in first, at Instructor Bole waited by the doors. “Those of you who feel ready to duel, raise your hands, the rest of you will be ranked four hundred until you challenge a higher ranked student.”

I could feel my acid high reaching it's peak. I felt like the world was moving extra slow. I seemed to be thinking so much faster that the world was almost in slow motion. I felt like I was on top of the world. I was more in control of the energy than I was before. The questions of all life's greatest mysteries were answered.

Magic.

I started asking myself questions as the students filed into the dining hall. Why did Voldemort want to take over the wizarding world? Did he want to take over portions of it instead, like the ICW?

I was fried out of my mind. This was my first time taking an acid hit in this body, and the effects showed. Every lights split apart into rainbows of colors. I also had a twelve year olds brain. This got me super fried.

“Those of you who don't feel like dueling, come her. I have badges for you.” Professor Bole cried out. She started handing out badges that read 400 on them. I gave Hermione a push over there. I wanted to fight for a private bathroom tonight. I waited with twelve other students. As we waited to duel. I peeked into the dining hall.

It was a massive round chamber of polished black marble. It was full of carved wizards in battle with goblins and other beasts. Tables and chairs lined the walls, stadium style, and faced the center of the room. A raised platform of white marble stood in the center of the room.

“The rest of you shall follow me.” The black cloaked woman said as she walked to the center of the hall. The other students took seats in the massive room. There were a few empty seats left when she began to speak. “All twelve of you shall duel each other as the evenings entertainment tonight. We will have a little tournament to settle your new rankings.”

Twelve slightly older students were called out of their chairs by Instructor Bole. The rest of the students just watched. “You will duel with your ranked classmates to take their ranks.” I looked at the numbers on their badges.

No one lower than 385. I sighed and raised my hand. Instructor Bole ignored my raised hand and continued speaking. “The winner of the tournament will be able to challenge any of the higher ranked students, tonight at the end of the feast.” I lowered my hand. Thats what I wanted. “You two are first.” She pointed to me and then to another boy. He had zits all over his face with sandy colored hair. “The rest of you, take a seat. You may feast until it is your turn.”

I gave my opponent a look up and down. He looked chubby and soft. I was a predator. I smiled at the boy “I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy.” I introduced myself. The boy walked onto the stage without a word.

Rude, but his number was 389. There were eleven second years better than he was. I snorted at how outmatched he was.

I followed him up the stage and draw my wand. I'll go easy on the kid. I didn't want to really hurt him, despite his rudeness I needed to keep my real abilities in reserve for my real duel after I win this tournament.

“Bow.” Instructor Bole called out as soon as I was on the stage. We both bowed to each other. “Begin.”

The boy fired a tripping hex at me.

“Accio.” I called out, summoning the boy's shoes. He was dragged towards me, feet first as he tried to maneuver around to fire a spell at me. As he got close, I set hit him with a featherlight spell followed by a banisher. He rocketed out of the ring and headfirst into a glowing blue barrier around the platform. The featherlight charm kept the boy from being injured, but he was definitely out of bounds.

I took a seat with Hermione but ignored the food. It would lower my high. “That was amazing, Draco.” Hermione gushed. “Do you think you will win the tournament?” She asked.

“I better.” I absentmindedly removed my flash and took a long pull. “I don't want to share bathrooms with more than 100 people.” I shuddered.

“I really wish we were at Hogwarts.” Hermione whispered.

“Me too.” I whispered back.

I missed making a lot of money off the rich kids at Hogwarts.

“Mr. Malfoy, You are next.” The Instructor called over.

I kissed Hermione for luck and made my way down for my next duel. I stood in the center ring with one of my fellow first years. he was tall and blond, with an expression of fierce determination on his face. I smiled and started to introduce myself. “Hi, I'm-”

“Bow.” Said Instructor Bole.

I shut up and bowed. Apparently, this was not the time to be talking. We straightened.

“Begin!”

I whipped my wand like a lash and called out “Stupify.” The boy rolled to the side rather than shield. If he could shield. I fired off two more stunning spells as the boy who made a couple of impressive rolls out of the way.

He finally got a sent a blasting hex at my head. I tilted my head a little as the slow hex passed by my face by centimeters. He sent a jelly legs jinx and knock back charm.

“Protego.” The spells reflected off. I could see the fear in the boy's eyes now that he realized I could cast an advanced charm like the protego.

The acid was working. I usually had trouble with blocking multiple spells. Everything made so much sense. I was king, here. I wanted to show this whole school just who was boss. I was king!

I conjured a torrent of water with a fire-fighting spell and blasted the boy off the stage.

I waited with anticipation through five more duels before it was my turn again. They all used weak spells and relied upon vocal incantations.

“Again, Mr Malfoy.” My Badge now read 386. I was facing A boy with badge #385. He was short with buck teeth and a pinched face and a jutting chin.

“Bow.” I bowed to the other boy.

“Begin.” I conjured another blast of fire-hose water and washed the boy off the stage. It was embarrassingly easy to win these duels.

“Wait here Mr. Malfoy. It will be your turn again soon.” Instructor Bole led me to a bench near the dueling platform's shield.

Two duels and two injured boys going to the infirmary, there was one boy left. He wore badge number 391. He was Arabic, and one of the boys I had seen with a wife in a niqab earlier. He had a strong chin, little baby-fat, and handsome features.

“Bow.”

We bowed.

“Begin!” Called Instructor Bole.

I wandlessly banished him off the platform before he could get a word out. The students all clapped politely. It wasn't that impressive to beat the weakest duelers in the school.

“Would you like to challenge anyone?” The Instructor asked quietly.

“Yes, the person ranked tenth.” I smiled st where I assumed her face was in the thick, black hood. “I would like to take a nice bath and fill my new study full of books..”

The cloaked woman snorted. “Very well.”

“Burton, Get down here. A first year wants to duel you.”

I rolled my neck. This was a child I would be facing, not the Dark Lord. There were rules to tough places like this that values strength. To gain respect, you must show your strength.

To take over a school, however, you must find the biggest, meanest looking mother fucker in the school, and beat the ever living shit out of him in front of everybody.

A tall and thickly muscled young man stood before me. He had a little pencil thin douche bag mustache and beard. His hair was cropped closely to his head. He smirked at me and chuckled. “I will try not to hurt you little guy.”

My blood was pumping, energy coursed through my very veins. I would stomp this boy into the dirt. We too our places on the platform. I gathered my energy in a steel mental grip.

“Bow.” He bowed mockingly as I bowed mechanically.

“Begin!” Shouted the Instructor.