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Chapter 15

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Burton just twirled his wand with a smirk and waited for me to make the first move.

I was both drunk, and totally fried out on LSD. The alcohol just made the LSD kick in harder. I had many thoughts quicker than my body could move. I raised my empty left and in the air, filled it with energy, and brought it down with a chopping motion.

I wanted to take this fucker down hard and dirty, with no lube. I wanted to show the school that I was one of the meanest and most bad-ass mother fuckers in this room.

As I brought my arm down, I imagined a large muscular arm karate chopping down across Burton's chest. There was a wet snapping and popping sound as Burton's ribcage and collarbone were rattled and fractured.

ArghoooooRoooooaaaarrr” The boy on the floor began to freak me out as his cry became a body shaking roar. His body turned into that of a grizzly bear. He rolled over onto his belly and climbed to his feet, roaring.

I sent three stunners into it's back before it had even turned around. Burton began to charge me.. I pulled my .38 from my pants pocket and emptied the gun into the beast. He staggered back a few steps. And kept charging, fast. I panicked and pointed my wand.

“Reducio!” I yelled out the shrinking charm.

The beasts howling, was now the size of a small dog. I kicked him as hard as I could off the platform and then released the shrinking spell. The beast rolled as her turned into a man, bleeding heavily on the floor.

“He needs some help.” I called.

“Get out of the way, Boy.” A man in white robes pushed me away on his way to Mr. Burton with five bullet holes and severe internal bleeding. I watched as the man in white cut his own wrist open and dripped his blood over the dying Mr. Burton. He chanted in some kind of course and rough tongue I could not guess. The blood stopped flowing out of Burton's wounds as they closed.

As the Healer began to work, Instructor Bole came over to me. “You've impressed me boy, You are assigned to the senior dueling class for the top twenty in the school.”

“I smiled. “Thank you Instructor.”

“Now go finish eating, The feast will be over soon.”

“Yes, Instructor.”

I sat next to an excited Hermione. “I can't believe you won. Did I see you use a gun? Are those allowed? You used the unforgivable again. I'm so glad we get a balcony!” She said it all very quickly in one breath.

I chugged a pint of kvass as I munched on dressed herring and smoked salmon. “Yes, I'm sure we will enjoy reading on the balcony.” I looked down at my badge. It read 10.

I was genuinely proud of it.

“I want you to duel tomorrow. Use your wandless magic and make a good show of it. I know you are better at it and other spells than I am. I will have to teach you the cruciatus curse too. It ends fights quickly. “ Hermione nodded nervously.

“What where you thinking when you decided to pick one of the best duelers in the school?” A black haired Asian boy, I recognized as one of my fellow first years, asked in an awed tone. “That was one of the most brutal duels I have ever seen.”

I put on a feral grin. “When you get into a school like this, full of sharks and minnows, you find the biggest shark and take him down in front of everyone as brutally as possible.” I nodded sagely. “It's part of Akunamatata.” I bullshitted.

The boy extended his hand. “ My names is Harry, Harry Kiri. What is Akunamatata?”

“It means no worries, man. It's about solving your problems as quickly and efficiently as possible.” I nodded sagely once more. “It is the way of peace through overwhelming force.” I lied a little more.

I turned back to Hermione. “I know you are going through some hard times right now, But you need to show the smarts and power that I know you have. Duel one of the students in the top one hundred ranked students tomorrow, and we will go from there. I will be busy defending my own ranking.”

I felt my acid high start to go over the peak. I was feeling too good to let the high end anytime soon.

The tall dark haired boy with a dark scowl stood in from of my table and looked down at me. “I challenge you to a duel, tomorrow, at breakfast. You can't refuse. You have to duel once a day to refuse any others.”

I smiled at the boy and held out my hand. “I'm Draco Malfoy, Its nice to meet you mister...”

He slapped away my hand and looked at me with a look of disgust. “Your win was a fluke.”

“I'm going to embarrass you, Draco Malformed.”

“Akunamatata, friend.” I smiled and withdrew my hand. “I look forward to it.” I gave the moody teenager a wink.

Soon, a door in the far end of the hall opened and streams of people in bright red cloaks came with trays on wheels and started taking away dishes. “Who are they?” Hermione whispered.

“I'd guess they are the school's slaves. Someones got to make the food and clean here.” Hermione accepted my answer with a grunt. We soon rose from the table and headed back to our rooms.

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We were back in my now opulent room. I had a balcony on the fourth floor, shielded from the cold night outside. The full moon hung high in the air in clear skies. I could see the Aurora Borealis shining in the sky. It was a beautiful view. Looking at my new balcony, all I could think of was of starting a hydroponics grow space.

Hermione read a book on RCMS laws and filled the bookshelves of our new large study, as I skimmed a dark arts book on offensive spells like I had been doing for the past two months. I took another hit of acid after two hours of reading.

I prepared to meet with Voldemort. I put on my acromantula silk black robes and pinned my # 10 badge to my robes. I was too proud of it to take it off.

“You know that it only takes a hunting license to capture 'wild' muggles?” Hermione asked glumly.

“It's fucked up Hermione, I know. But we can change it.” I looked her in the eyes as I put the number 10 badge on the lapel of my tunic. “We learn everything these wizards have to offer and we take over. We can get rid of these archaic laws and start laying the groundwork for a termination of hostilities with the muggles.”

“What does that mean, Draco.” Hermione shook her head. “What is a termination of hostilities?”

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“It's ending a fight as soon as possible with least damage possible.” I implored. “What would happen if the muggles discovered wizards and found these bozos in charge? They would try to arrest all the lawmakers and Lords and start a war.” I shuddered. “They have nukes, Hermione.”

I pulled out the big guns.

“Think of our children Hermione. Do you want them to grow up in a world like this?” She shook her head. “Help me change it Hermione. I need someone at my side. I want you to study magic Hermione. Become powerful. Become the witch you were meant to be. Learn faster than anyone else. Practice harder than anyone else. Don't forget to smoke Cani Herb, either.”

“I want you to be in the top one hundred rankings tomorrow, Hermione. Do whatever it takes to win. I know you can do it. You know more spells than anyone I know.”

I tapped the glass globe with my wand. “Malfoy Manor.”

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I appeared in Voldemort's study after minutes of whirling in the air. I would have been sick and vomiting, but I was on acid, and the trip was fun. “Hello, young Draco.” The dark lord greeted. He was already sitting crossed legged on a pile of pillows.

“I believe I have found the energy you spoke of. I find it very difficult to move around however.” He seemed mildly irritated. Maybe the weed was mellowing him out. “Teach me how to control it or I will make your mudblood die a thousand painful deaths.”

Of maybe he wasn't mellowing out.

“Yes my lord.” I took a seat and lit up a special bong. I had replaced the bong water with calming potion. I took a big rip and passed it over to the Dark lord.” I felt and instant calm and peace come over me as the weed appeared to kick in faster than normal. It brought my acid high into overdrive. I knew that the acid still had yet to peak. It would only get stronger as the night progresses.

“The easiest way I have found to control the energy is to grab it in an imagined fist and drag it through your body to where you want to go.” I concentrated on my own energy. It moved with my every whim.

“I would suggest putting it into the fingers of your right hand and snapping your finger while thinking of a spell.

The Dark Lord took a hit off the bong and coughed like the amateur smoker he was. “Now close your eyes and grasp the energy.” I could somehow feel the energy as it moved through Voldemort's body. Bing the energy to your fingers.” I felt his energy move to his fingers.

“Imagine the floor coloring itself blue” Voldemort frowned. “Now snap your fingers while releasing your grip on the energy.”

“Snap.”

“And open your eyes.”

The Dark lord opened his eyes and saw that the floor was blue. He began to chuckle. He looked at me. He began to laugh. “I did it!” He screamed to the ceiling.

“You will be rewarded, Draco, And I know just the reward.” Voldemort chuckled as he went over to his desk and brought out a set of black folded robes with a silver skull mask resting atop it. “These are for you.”

He threw the bundle of clothes and the mask into my lap. “I noticed the badge on your shirt” he said. “If you are in the top ten duelists in Durmstrang, you are the match for any Hogwarts graduate.”

He motioned to the robes. “Put those on, I'm taking you out for an initiation.”

I began stripping immediately, unconcerned with modesty. The Dark Lord gave orders and expected them to be obeyed immediately. I pulled the death-eater robes over my head and began to fasten the mask over my face.

“Come with me.” the Dark lord gestured to the door. We made our way through Malfoy Manor. The portraits of my ancestors were all draped closed in the halls. We went downstairs and into the houses parlor. The dark lord entered ahead of me. I followed in and immediately recoiled in terror. At least ten transformed werewolves lounged in the room.

He turned to me. “Don't be frightened , Draco. They follow my commands.” He turned back to the werewolves who were picking themselves off the floor to lay at Voldemort's feet. “Greyback!” Voldemort called.

A massive werewolf with a gray stripe going down his back from snout to tail, whimpered.

“Come with me.”

It was a few tense moments while I walked into the hallway to the giant ballroom in the center of the Manor. We arrived to a redecorated ballroom. “Wormtail!” Voldemort's yell echoed through the entire building.

A rat came scurrying into the room seconds later. He narrowly dodged the snapping jaws of Greyback. He scurried up to his master and transformed into a man on his knees. “Yes, Master?”

“Your arm, Wormtail.” The Dark Lord demanded. “Give me your right arm.”

“M-master , Please.”

“Crucio!” Held the curse for several seconds as Pettigrew squealed like a rodent before Voldemort released the spell. “Your arm, Wormtail.”

Pettigrew shakily raised his right arm up to the Dark Lord. Voldemort rolled up his sleeve and examined the tattoo resting there. A black skull with a snake slithering out of it's mouth. He pressed his wand to the marking. Pettigrew began to hiss in pain as he tried to hold in screams. The tattoo began to smolder, hiss and pop as it emitted a twisting plume of smoke.

“There, there, Wormtail, It doesn't hurt that much.” The Dark Lord patted his cheek in a sign of affection.

“Pop.” A wizard in standard bone-white death-eater mask and robes apperated into the room. He knelt down to a knee and waited.

“Crack!” Another wizard appeared. Then a witch, and another wizard. They continued appearing for several minutes and knelt on the ground.

I felt sick, seeing his numbers. It would take a lot of effort to kill all of these fuckers.

I wanted revenge, not suicide.

I became self conscious standing at the Dark Lord's side and took a knee with the rest of the room. The Dark Lord looked down at me. “Stand.” He ordered.

“Yes, my Lord.” I stood at his side, once more, facing him.

The Dark Lord waited until the hall was filled with hundreds of black robed villains before he to begin to speak. “Tonight my followers,” He gestured at me.”I am here to introduce my new apprentice.”

He stepped of the dais he stood atop of. “It is time we had our first real attack against the corrupt Ministry and their mudblood regime of oppression.” He surveyed the assembled room of slaves. “Tonight we attack Azkaban!

The death-eaters cheered like the idiots they were. “My most loyal followers were sent there to rot, but no longer.”

Voldemort was a very long winded speaker. “Tonight's attack will be led by my apprentice. It will prove his strength.”

I was floored. I began to hyperventilate behind my mask. “The Dementors are already on our side and will be waiting for our attack anxiously. They yearn to feed on the hit-wizards guarding the fortress. I want every marked death-eater freed and the others captured.”

I began to calm my breathing. I wouldn't have to fight the dementors. Idiot British wizards I could deal with, but dementors were another issue. I was no Harry Potter who can pull a patronus charm out of his ass on the fly.

“I won't disappoint you, my Lord.” I murmured. “I will free and capture them all.”

Voldemort turned to me, with his red eyes glowing.

Thank God I was fried out of my mind on LSD...

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We hundreds of death-eaters portkeyed to the edge of the island. A ten story square concrete building sat in the center of the small island. It was surrounded by ice and a thick fog. It was made

“Anti-apperation wards up are detected sir, and a wide area shield barrier, sir.” A wizard hurried over to report. I waved him away. Hopefully a few of the hit-wizards escaped. We will begin bombardment on your order.”

Prisons were designed to keep people in... Not stand up to hundreds of invading wizards and witches.

I fired a loud bang into the air. Hundreds of bombardment spells crashed into a blowing blue dome that showed visibly as the spells flew into the sky and arced downward into the shield surrounding the block concrete prison.

I stood in from of the werewolves, just at the edge of the barrier. I was so high that I believed I knew exactly what I was doing. I was going to break into a prison that had never been penetrated before. The world slowed down as the barrier fell. I could hear screams and shouts echoing out of the massive prison.

I rushed towards the only entrance to the prison, wand pointed ahead of me in my left hand, as my energy filled my right arm. The werewolves passed me with a blur and sprinted at full speed into the thick oak door.

The door splintered into a shower of fragments as the werewolves used their unnatural strength to barge into the prison. They scattered into various directions, following the screams.

“Find the anti-apperation ward stones and break them!” I screamed at the wizards filing in behind me.

I ran into the office area, straight ahead, with five death-eaters following me. I felt the cold instantly as I entered the room. A dozen dementors floated around the room. Another dozen bodies lay soulless on the floor. Another dozen wizards stood huddled in a corner covered in a flickering patronus shield.

“You side you the dark one?” All the dementors questioned in an echoing cacophony of merged voices.

“Yes, I serve the dark one.”

“Then go, and leave us to our feast.”

I bowed with a grimace of disgust behind my mask and backed out of the room. “Of course.”

I hightailed it out of the the administrative wing of the prison and walked back to the reception area slowly. The five death-eaters followed. We waited in the visitors reception area as death-eaters dragged or levitated. half starved and half -mad prisoners out the door to the portkeys set up outside.

I waited around a half hour for the Aurors to show up, but they never did. By then, the island had been emptied of all prisoners. I was the last death-eater to take the portkey back Malfoy Manor.

Was this a test of my loyalty? I had no more loyalty to wizarding Briton than I did to the Catholic church. It was a poor test of loyalty on Voldemort's part.

I appeared back in Malfoy manor in a swirl of colors.

I landed on my feet for once at the bottom of Voldemort's dais. The rest of the room was empty. “It was a success, my Lord.” I frowned “And very easy.”

Voldemort smiled with a shrug. “It was meant to show you are powerful, Young Draco.” He reached down to me as I did my best not to shudder. “The wizarding world denies I have returned. You offer an alternative to their fears. They will believe another dark wizard, you, broke my followers out of Azkaban.”

He showed me a Daily Prophet paper. The first I had seen in months. It read, “Silver masked dark wizard strikes again!” It showed a picture of a tilted and ramshackle house on fire.

“I've been masquerading as you in a silver mask, and stirring up fear all over the country. 'You' have attacked the and murdered the Bones family as well as the Weasley family though they escaped. I've built a reputation for you.”

This mother fucker was doing the quick and dirty version of grooming me as a dark wizard.

“Why me, my Lord?”

“Crucio.”

I rolled on the floor in agony for several seconds.

“You don't ask me questions, though I will answer this one.” He smiled indulgently on his charming young face. “You are special Draco. You are a rare seer, and can perform magic I have never seen before. You have a great future at my side.”

“I understand, my lord.”

“It is time for you to begin studying under me. Tomorrow will be your first lessons with me. Now go.”

I drew the glass ball from my pocket. “One last thing.” He grabbed my arm in a steely cold grip. “This will sting a little.” He added with a smirk. “Morsmorde!”

I screamed and wallowed on the floor. It was worse than the cruciatus. It burned into my very soul. I lay on the floor panting and shaking.

He took the glass sphere from my hand, set it on my chest and tapped it with his wand. “Durnmstrang.” He said as the colors carried me away.

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