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Chapter 19

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“Welcome to darks arts class.” The tiny lady was cheery and bright. Like me, she wore a mask of polite happiness. “My name is Ingrid Ragnar You my call me Instructor Ragnar.” She smiled sweetly at the class.

“We will begin this class with introducing your partners. Those of you who already have partners go and retrieve then from the cupboard.” A stream of students went down the isles and lined up in front of a cupboard. Each student found a little doll girl and carried it with them to their seats. Some of the dolls wore torn up clothes. Some wore pristine little dresses. Some wore nothing at all. The dolls all looked three to five years old.

They mostly looked disgusted at touching their little dolls.

Boys...

“If you don't have a partner, Come up here and get one out of the box.” The Instructor patted a little box the size of a small dog. “Imagine these partners are being born just now. They have been kept under the draught of living death since birth. They were bred by the Durmstrang slaves for the purposes in this class.”

I started feeling queasy. These were children we were going to be practicing on?

“Instructor, I'd like to test out of this class.” I said as I neared the front of the line. I had no wish to torture children all your with dark curses and then use dark healing spells and counter jinxes to cure them.

“I would too, Instructor.” Hermione piped up, her face a bright red in anger.

“Eat this before you blow.” I handed Hermione some of my special chocolate. “You look too pissed off to think straight.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but I stuffed the chocolate in instead. She glared at me as she chewed mechanically. Her expression suddenly calmed and she looked normal again, if A little ticked off.

I was too, but I hid it behind my mask of politeness. After hearing that the last in the darks arts classes required you to sacrifice a child, I suspected something like this.

“Take a partner then, and I'll test you both after the lesson. I'm busy right now.” She reminded us. “May we wait in the hall, Instructor?”

“After you take a partner.” The Instructor pointed at the box once more. “Now. You are holding up the line.” Her voice changed from something sweet to something scary. Something about her screamed danger.

I walked over to the box and reached in and grabbed a leg. I pulled. It was lying under a pile of other babies and was wedged. I pulled harder. I heard a pop before the baby pulled free. I now held a still naked baby girl by it's broken leg. I twitched my nose to mend the twisted leg before Hermione noticed. I conjured a little pink robe around the limp infant.

The Instructor ushered me on. Hermione almost had tears in her eyes as she reached into the box. She removed a naked baby girl, the same as I did. Hermione's face was twisted in rage as she looked around the room full of children that tortured innocent muggle babies.

There was a steel in her eyes when she looked back at me. I nodded at the hallway. Hermione pulled her wand and clothed the baby as we stepped into the hall.

“What The Fuck Is Wrong With These People!” Hermione spat with rage. “I understand now Draco, We can't coexist with such... creatures. We need to escape. The sooner the better.”

I smiled at her. “We have to pass this class Hermione.” I looked at the baby. “You know what Instructor Ragnar is going to make us do don't you?” I questioned. “You will have to perform the cruciatus on an infant. You might have to do worse.” I paused. “Remember that it is these children, or our children.”

“Voldemort would never be accepting of us.” I admitted. “One day, I will screw up, and he will hunt you down with his werewolf packs. We have to do this Hermione.”

“I tilted her chin so that her steely eyes could look into my own. You have to do this Hermione. For us, For the future of magic, for our children.”

She nodded. “I'll do it.” She muttered quietly to herself.

She turned to me. “I'll do it for you, Draco.” She licked her lips nervously. “It's your dream to escape, and I think you are right. I never realized it until now.” She looked down at the comatose baby. “They are all monsters Draco, We can sacrifice as many of them as you like.”

I grinned. “I'm Glad you get it now Hermione. We have to escape, and there is nowhere on this world where there won't be people like this. We can't fight them and win, Hermione. So we have to run. Run so far that they will never be able to find us again.”

Hermione nodded. “No wizard has ever tried to build a spaceship before. We will be the first. We have to keep it secret or the government will confiscate it.”

I smirked a little “I already thought of that. We tell anyone who asks it's a submarine. We just have to make sure its resistant to high pressure as well as low.”

Hermione smiled now. “It is still your dream, Draco. I'll follow you anywhere. Even if I have to...” She looked down at the innocent in her arms. “kill.”

“Thank you Hermione. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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After all the students filed out of the room, Instructor Ragnar poked her head out the door with a cheery smile. “Come on in, dearies.”

We walked into the classroom with trepidation. We had no idea what to expect.

She pointed at me. “You'll go first. Cast a shield charm.”

“Protego.” I called.

The instructor's wand moved faster than I could see and let out a colorless beam. My shield shattered in an instant. “Not bad.” She nodded at me.

“Now you.”

“Protego.”

The Instructor's wand whipped out another beam of light and shattered Hermione's shield just as fast as mine. “A bit better, I think.” Hermione smirked at me.

“Now, cast the stunning charm at me.”

I let a silently cast bolt of red light at the diminutive witch. The spell was sucked up into the tip of her wand. “Powerful.”

“Now you, Miss Granger.”

“Stupify!” Hermione cast with a shout.

Once again the spell was sucked into the Instructor's wand. She examined it for a moment.

“Now cast the cruciatus. I want you to cast it hard enough that the thing begins shaking. If it goes into spasms, you pass.”

I imagined Dobby.

“Crucio!” I poured total hatred into the spell.

The baby instantly started spasming.

“Now the killing curse for extra points.” She added.

“Avada Kadavra.”

A flash of green light, and the baby stopped it's spasms. I turned to a pale Hermione. “Remember Dobby. Remember our children.” Her eyes turned to steel once more. She didn't even wait for the command.

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“Crucio.” The baby began spasming.

“Avada Kadavra.”

Another flash of green light.

“You are both ready for ritual classes. Give me your maps.” Hermione passed over her class schedule with shaking hands. I passed mine over with a forced calmness. This lady was a monster. All the graduates of this school were monsters.

There were no friends to be had here. No peace. No respite.

“We have to get out of here.” Hermione said as she walked out the door.

“Lets go and study the enchantments and charms we will need to pass a ship off as a submarine. I will start training my army.”

“Hermione stopped in the hallway. “What army?”

“My little green men.” I grinned, “One through Twenty. They will be the marines and crew on our warship.”

She snorted. “Go on then, Train your marines.”

Classes were over for the day, and I had the time before Voldemort was likely to call.

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“Alright maggots.” One yelled. “Officer on deck!”

The two rows of ten stood still and straight backed. They wore enchanted leather quidditch pads and helmets painted black. They saluted crisply.

“Parade Rest!” I called.

“One,” I yelled at the tallest elf. “Report!”

The danish thunderfuck is breeding well with the lembas bread. The purple heaven has merged well with the blue dream and the buds wave turned a nice color of Indigo.”

“Report on training!” I called.

“The elves are getting two hours of pt in the morning and evening the .22 long rifle training is going well. The maggots can now hit the targets half the time. Other than number seven. He hits the target every time.” The little elf sounded funny trying too imitate an American drill sergeant.

Having the elves watch 'full metal jacket' was one of my more brilliant ideas, I admit.

“Tonight you will find a way to watch the movies 'Child's Play 1, 2, and 3'. Accomplish the mission by any means necessary. I want you to study the attack and stealth tactics used against superior sized enemies.”

“Sir, Yes, Sir!” One shouted in a squeaky voice.

“And don't you little fuckers forget to smoke that extra shwagg you stole from the muggles yesterday.” I added before they began to pop away to accomplish their 'mission'.

I just wanted the little fuckers to have fun before I sent them out for the serious work whenI had real need of them.

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I popped over to Kern and went to the local magical land office. I had less than a year to design and build a house.

The land office was a small brick building squashed in between two competing clothing stores. A shrunken head above the door announced my arrival.

“Hey Boss, Theres some yellow haired school kid here to buy land again.”

A round and bald man of medium hight came bustling out of the back room. He was adjusting his tie as He took a seat at the only desk in the small cramped room. “Please take a seat, My name is Ernest Rumbold. mister?”

“Draco Malfoy.” I smiled.

“I have some cheap plots at a very low intrest loans for students working on their MA sponsorship.”

“No thank you, I'm looking to pay in gold, and I want a lot on the ocean.”

“That will be in the thousands of galleons Mr. Malfoy. Are you sure you can afford it?”

“I'm sure.”

We spent the better part of the evening looking at lots for sale. I finally picked one with a little spring running through it. Is had a very large cliff on the ocean side and thick forest on the other. It was very difficult to access without a broom or flying carpet.

“Twenty-four hundred galleons.” I poured them out of my moleskin pouch onto the man's desk.

“Nice doing business with you, sir.”

I felt the pain begin to set in on my arm and apperated away abruptly. “I bought us a plot of land on the sea.” I told Hermione as I changed clothes hurriedly “It's in the perfect place, I'll show this weekend.” I promised.

I donned my mask and tapped my wand to the glass globe. “Malfoy Manor.”

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The Dark Lord sat alone in his study as I entered. I knelt at his feet. “What can I do for you, Master?”

“There are no raids planned for tonight, so I thought I might teach you a few tricks.” He rose from his chair and walked out of the room without a word. I rose from my knee and followed.

We went down the stairs and behind the hidden door behind the icebox. This held the Malfoy family dungeons. Perhaps better named Voldemort's dungeon. There were crying people lying in cramped cells, full of feces and piss. The stench was horrendous.

“I wanted to teach you the blood boiling curse, but I figured you already knew it.” I nodded, I did know it. So instead I will show you the obscure art of making inferi.”

I blinked in shock. The Dark Lord was going to teach me necromancy? At age 12?

“Yes, Master. I am eager to learn.”

'Good.”

We came upon a black man strapped to a table. He was shouting obscenities as he saw the Dark Lord. I recognized him as one of the aurors that had come to arrest Hagrid. Kingsley, I think.

We passed him and went to a cage if inferi. They were half rotted and stunk worse than the prisoners. They tried to reached at me through the bars of their cage. Some were male, some female. Some wore rags while others wore nothing at all. I could see only one expression on their faces. Hunger.

A cage next to the inferi was full of rotting corpses They looked like the inferi, only they didn't move.

“To make a proper inferius, you must wait for the corpse to bloat and then deflate. It can sometimes take a matter of weeks.” Voldemort motioned for me to take my wand out. “The wand motion is the same as the animation charm.” He demonstrated with a wave of his wand and an inferius rose from the pile of bodies.

I snapped my fingers and the inferius flashed away in flames as It lunged at me.

Voldemort chuckled. “It is all about intent and visualization. Just like the animation charm, but with more power.”

I fired off an animation charm as strong as I could while visualizing a zombie. A half rotted naked female rose off the floor with a shambling groan. I grabbed her in a telekinetic grip as she began to shuffle towards me.

“Now, the next step is a preservation charm.” He demonstrated. “Like so.”

I copied his wand movements and incantation. I felt my energy pull for a second when I cast the spell. I was getting better at sensing my energy whenever I did a spell now.

“Now this is the tricky part.” “Voldemort paused “The confundus charm is very simple. Like so.”

I cast the charm while thinking 'Tapdance.' I released my telekinetic grip and it began to Tapdance. Voldemort and I both had a chuckle. I stopped and though about that. Did I have the same sense of humor as Voldemort?

“Thank you for the lesson, My lord.”

The Dark Lord began to walk away but stopped in front of Kingsley. “Run along now Draco. I have something to discuss in private with this man.”

I bowed and tapped my portkey with my wand, murmuring “Durmstrang.”

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I was challenged again at breakfast, which I accepted and won. I was again challenged at lunch by a half dozen more people. I had to explain the 'once a day' rule to them again. Its like they thought I was a pushover because of my young age.

“One!” I called.

'Pop'

“Sir!” I noticed the elf now had a steak knife tucked into his armor's belt like a sword. He had a cruel look in his eyes. Dobby used to have sweet and Innocent eyes. So trusting. One's eyes were like ice. He was completely loyal as magic compelled him to be, but I could sense the cruelty in him.

“Tonight both squads have a new training mission. I want you all to go find and watch a movie called First Blood and then a movie called Predator.” I gave One a stern look. “I want no one to see you.”

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Hermione an I turned in our magical diving equipment for a pass into Artificing class.

Friday was our first day of Artificing class. There were only seven of us and thee other five were all at least five years older than us. Two of the boys had already built the boat and were attending the class to build advanced artifacts.

“This is an independent study course for the most part. If you are in this class, with already know what you are doing. I'm just here to help if you need any. “

“The books on tunneling are over there.” He pointed to a far wall where a small bookshelf sat, “and can not be taken from this room.”

The classroom was one big dockyard with a dry-dock and workroom for every student's projects.

“Instructor Baggs!” I called for his attention as he turned to go to his office. “I have a question about Hermione and I's Project.”

He nodded his head. “What is it?”

“Does the tunneling have to be done on a ship? Hermione and I were going to build a submarine instead.” This could set us back months on building the prototype spaceship If we had to build a regular boat in this class.

The Instructor looked confused at the question. “Whats a submarine?”

“A submersible ship capable of sailing underwater.”

The Instructor snorted. “If you want to make something that advanced, go ahead. Make sure to write plenty of notes. I may want to build one myself if it works.”

I smiled. “I will. Thank you Instructor.”

Hermione got started absorbing tunneling technology and how to adapt it to a submersible while I took apart the marauder's map enchantment by enchantment. I needed something similar to guide my submersible. We had to use three layers of wood, and impervious charms to make sure no leaks happened when we were deep under the ocean.

This tunneling capable submersible was simply our prototype for air freshening life support, broom charms control and propulsion, sensor map, and pressure safety charms Hermione had found in a handbook on high altitude broom riding.

It seemed to be going well.

I had to fight another duel with #45 during dinner.

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Hermione and I skipped breakfast in the dining hall on Saturday. We spent the day instead supervising the elves as they carved a home into the granite cliff-side for our Magical Architecture class. We should be done with most of it by the end of the day.

Using 20 house elves is not cheating. The class rules said nothing about using outside help in building our home. Soon, all that was left was to conjure furnishings and set up enchanted lights and water.

The intention of having the cliff-side property is to build a tunnel leading down into the hill where we can dock and repair our spaceship. The hanger would be deep under sea level connected to a channel going to the ocean.

Hermione and I finished that within an hour. The instructions in the textbooks were very clear. Only an idiot would have trouble being a magical architect. I guess thats why so many houses were built in Kern. The wizarding population was so large because half the people that go to Durmstrang end up building a house there.

I called for One. He had two bowie knives, a pistol holstered across his chest, and a cloak. Elves really pick up what they see. I gave the elves there new mission for the night. Find and watch the movie Mad Max and Mad Max 2.

Soon after we were finished with the upper floors of the house the Dark lord called again.

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I knelt at his feet once more. “I've decided to teach you the art of mind reading.” I felt a spike of fear at the thought of the dark lord invading my mind. “It is called legilimency”

The Dark Lord rose and led me back to the dungeons. Kingsley still lay spread eagled on the table near the inferi cages. “Legilimency can be very painful when an unskilled practitioner begins learning his craft.”

“I have saved this...” The Dark Lord frowned. “Man for you to practice on. I will ask you questions, and you will read this man's mind to find out the answers.”

I nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“The incantation is legilimens”

“What is this man's birthday?”

I pointed my wand . “Legilimens!”

I burrowed through a fog of thoughts. I saw flashes of images, of coworkers. I pushed in that direction. I saw a birthday party with trainee Tonks. I saw a newspaper near the birthday cake..

“October third.”

“Very good for a first try. Take a look at your handy-work.” I turned my back on the Dark Lord to look down at Kingsley. He was gasping for air as blood poured from his eyes, ears, and nose.

I recoiled slightly. It was a gruesome image.

“Try this one next,” He walked down the row of cages to stop in front of a particular one.

He had led me to a cage containing Professor Snape. “This man is a traitor. Tell me the last thing he reported to Dumbledore.”

I pointed my wand without thought and uttered the spell. I found myself on my ass, the breathe knocked out of me, with my head ringing. “That is what happens when an untrained legilimancer tries to read the mind of an occlumens. Occlumeny allows one to protect their mind from reading from most people”.

“But not from me.” The dark lord grinned a feral smile. 'Observe, Draco.”

The Dark Lord simply turned his gaze on Professor Snape and Professor Snape began to scream unholy in agony.

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