‘Survival Training is one of the most important aspects of Auror Training. You need be vigilant, strong and quick-thinking if you want to survive. In the cases where you may be undercover, or on the run from some dark wizards, Survival Training will come into play.’ Gowain Robards said this in a voice that suggested anyone who dare contradict him leave Auror Training that instant.
Harry was standing with the other four Auror-In-Training, in the middle of a marsh wasteland, deep into the countryside. It was quite windy, and quite cold. It was the crack of dawn and morning had barely opened its eyes.
‘The task you have is simple. Somewhere in these marsh fields is a bag of gold. This bag has been charmed so that it may not be summoned, it has also been protected by several forms of dark magic. Each group must do everything they can to find the bag of gold within the week.’ Robards let the Auror-In-Training take all this new information in, before continuing, ‘You may not apparate outside of this marsh field for help, and you may not request anyone come to these marsh fields. That will result in an automatic failure of this course.’
In the corner of his eye, Harry could have sworn he’d seen Cormac McLaggen droop his shoulders slightly at this news.
‘Any questions? No? Then, good luck. I shall see you in a week’s time.’ Robards said, and with that, apparated into the air with a loud crack.
Harry looks around to his team mates. He, Ron and Alicia are were teaming up for the first three days, and then Alicia would go to the other team of Cormac and Roger for the second set of three days. While Cormac and Roger made their way to the other side of this particular marsh field to set up camp, Harry, Ron and Alicia decided to discuss how they would find the bag of gold.
“I think,” Alicia spoke up, “That while they are setting up camp, we get a head start at finding the bag of gold.”
“We could do that,” Harry said, “We can set up camp later today, it is only half past five in the morning now.”
“Exactly. They’ll set up camp now, and probably get some sleep too. Cormac is particularly lazy. While they waste away a few hours, we can find that bag of gold, and even if we don’t find it, we’ll have progressed further than they have by the time we go and get some rest.” Alicia finished.
Ron nodded in agreement, “It’s agreed then, but where shall we start?”
“Well, where better than this actual field?” Alicia asked, “We have to start somewhere, so let’s split up, I’ll take the southern area of the field, Harry, you take the northern, and Ron, you take the middle.”
“Blimey, you really know how to take control of things don’t you?”
“This is just like being captain of a Quidditch team. I always wanted to be the Gryffindor captain, but I unfortunately never got it... but oh, well, let’s get to work.. rendezvous here in about two hours?”
Ron and Harry nodded at this, and the three of then went their separate ways to begin searching for the bag of gold. Harry wasn’t sure how Ron and Alicia would do this, but when he got to the northern part of the field, he decided he would use a charm to help detect if there was a foreign object hidden in any bush, tree or patch of grass he pointed at.
Over the next hour or so, Harry had very little success. A few times, the spell would tell him something was there that shouldn’t be, but it would always end up being a bird or some litter that had blown in the wind into the fields. After searching what felt like at least two hundred sections of grass, and about a hundred trees, he realised he’d been at it for almost three hours, and made his way back to the meeting point to see Ron and Alicia.
“Any luck at all?” Alicia asked him, as he arrived back at meeting point.
Harry shook his head, “Just birds and rubbish... nothing at all interesting.”
“Same here.” Ron said, “And I tell you what, I’m hungry!”
“Me too.” Harry said, “Shall we take a small break?”
The three agreed and from Harry’s rucksack, he pulled out a tent and set it up (a little trick he had learnt from camping with Ron and Hermione on the hunt for Horcruxes). They all entered the tent and Ron sat on the bottom bunk on one side, while Alicia took the bottom bunk opposite and Harry took up a little wooden chair.
Harry took some bread out of his bag and toasted it with Incendio, before multiplying it and handing some to Ron and some to Alicia. They ate in silence, each of them preserving their energy for the hunting later on in the day for the bag of gold.
“We could be here all week searching for that bag. It’s a tiny little bag and these marsh fields go on for miles.” Ron complained.
“We’ll have none of that.” Alicia suddenly said, raising her voice, “PMA – Positive Mental Attitude! I don’t want to hear any negativity from either of you, after three days, I have to go to Cormac and Roger, and the last thing I want is you two giving up the second I leave.”
Ron shrugged his shoulders, but seemed to have accepted what Alicia said.
After eating some food, Harry, Ron and Alicia set off again to search for the bag of gold. A few hours after they had set off, they had searched the whole marsh field, and not found anything of interest. The sun was now high in the sky, as it was noon. Harry felt absolutely exhausted having been searching for six hours with just one small break in the middle.
When they regrouped a second time, Harry could see in the distance Cormac and Roger getting out of their own tent and begin searching. They had been sleeping all this time and now they were fresh and ready to continue, and Harry, Ron and Alicia had made no progress at all.
“That’s fine.” Alicia said, “We’ll have a rest now, for an hour, then continue searching until about eight o’clock. When it gets dark, we can sleep. They won’t find anything in the dark and neither will we – it’ll be stupid even trying. Let’s make the most of the light we have an try and find any clues or information as to the whereabouts of the bag of gold.”
They rested in the tent for the next hour. Together, they decided each of them searching a whole field, even though it would take a lot longer, would be the best way to go about finding the gold. As Harry set off for a field some fifteen minutes away from camp, he decided he’d best prepare himself, as this was going to be a long, long week.
The house was as it had always been; dark, dusty and grim. Draco wasn’t really surprised at its appearance considering its former owner, and the fact it hadn’t been lived in for over a year. Spinners End was as horrible as ever, but all Draco cared about was it was a good place to hide without being discovered, and so it really didn’t matter what it looked like.
“Where are we?” Zabini called over, when they had all passed the threshold.
“Spinners End.” Draco answered, “the old home of Severus Snape.”
“Snape used to live here?” Zabini asked, slightly awed, “I expected it to be... better.”
“His dungeons at Hogwarts were virtually identical to how he liked his living quarters. Dark, dusty and grim. He was a very odd man.” Draco said.
“So what are we doing here?” Piped up Pansy.
“Hiding. We have a lot of preparation for my plans to come into fruition. I’d rather stay here than in a tent in Egypt, wouldn’t you?” Draco asked, “Besides, I have everything I need right here.”
Draco sits down on a nearby chair and flicks his wand, which brings the coffee table closer to him. Zabini and Pansy sit down and Draco lays out the tattered parchment on the table, with the Blood-Stained Wand in his hand.
The parchment was about a foot in length, but Draco discovered simply by waving his wand, a new page of information would appear on the parchment. It could potentially hold countless enchantments for him to try.
“Draco, what does it say?” Pansy asked, considering the writing was actually a different language and Draco had charmed the paper so that he alone could read it in English.
“What doesn’t it say?” Draco asked rhetorically, “There’s so much magic here! This is brilliant! Magic I’d never dreamed of! Now, I have to find the spell I need...”
Draco spent about two minutes flicking through pages of the parchment with his wand, and Zabini and Pansy watched, not daring to speak a word, as Draco was so engulfed in his work. Suddenly, he stopped, a huge grin spread across his face, and he looked up to Zabini and Pansy.
“I’ve found it.” He said, the triumph clear in his voice.
“You’ve found it – THE spell?” Zabini asked. Draco nodded.
“So where do we go first?” Pansy asked.
“Well, I think it’s about time we pay Harry Potter’s family a visit.”
Vernon Dursley grunted as he heared a knock at the front door. He gets up off the sofa, peeling himself away from watching the news, and grumbles to himself as he answers the front door.
Standing in front of him were three people. All of them looked no older than twenty. The first standing in the centre had slicked back blond hair and Vernon thought he looked ridiculous with all that gel in his hair. There were two people behind him. The man on the left was dark, with short hair. He was alot taller than the boy with the gelled back hair and finally on the right stood a young woman, with a shoulder length bob. None of them looked particularly courteous. They looked like typical rude teenagers to Vernon.
He noticed though, that each of them wore a robe, which meant only one thing. With a facial expression that said it all, Vernon realised these three were wizards.
“What do you three delinquents want?” Vernon barked.
“We’ve come to see you, Mr Dursley.” Draco said, as politely as he could, “We have a proposition we think you’ll be very interested in.”
“Proposition? I don’t want anything to do with... your lot.” Vernon argued, and attempted to close the door, but with a flick of his wand, Draco flew the door back open.
Vernon took a few steps back, temporarily shocked, but recomposed himself.
“Now see here! This is my house! I don’t care how many crackpot magic spells you have tucked under your sleeve, you shall not enter my house by force!”
Draco laughed, but it wasn’t a mocking laugh. He hardly dared to believe it himself, but he actually respected this muggle’s confidence against three wizards.
“You’re right. I will not enter unless you want me to. Mr Dursley, this is something that I really think you’ll be interested in. Just hear us out, and if you are not interested, we shall never bother you again.”
Vernon calmed down considerably. He didn’t really know why, but he actually was considering agreeing to these terms. Maybe he was afraid, maybe he was curious or maybe he was actually interested, but he gruffly nodded his head and let the three wizards into his home.
The three wizards made their way into the living room and Vernon followed behind.
“So what is it you want, then? I probably won’t be interested.” Vernon exclaimed.
“As you know, we are wizards. I am going to become a very powerful wizard very soon. Someone who will take over the Wizarding World and change it for the better. And the first thing I’m going to do is give muggles like you magic.” Draco explained calmly.
“Give us- ” Vernon looked perturbed and demented. The familiar purple vein showed gloriously in his neck to show just how irate he was.
“Why in god’s name would I want THOSE powers? I do not want to be like YOUR LOT. And neither does anyone in this household.” Vernon roared.
“Well, let’s see shall we?” Draco said, raising his wand, “Bring everyone down here...”
Vernon looked scared for the first time. Gulping audibly at the wand pointed at him, Vernon stormed out of the room and a loud “EVERYONE IN THE LIVING ROOM! NOW!” could be heard as Vernon bellowed up the stairs.
Moments later, everyone made their way into the room in single file, Aunt Petunia first, her neck long and thin, multiple strands of her hair in all different directions, with her dressing gown her only piece of clothing, along with pink slippers. Behind her, Dudley, bigger than ever before, a strong build on the son of the family. Behind him were two boys, one with shoulder length blond shaggy hair, and one slightly taller, with short brown hair. Both were skinny and lanky teenagers.
Finally, Vernon entered the room, closing the door behind him.
Dudley looked over to the blond haired boy, with a wand in hand, pointed at them and gasped in horror.
“D-Dad, what’s h-he doing here? With that thing?” Muttered Dudley.
The boy with the short brown hair looked at Dudley, then the boy with the stick in his hand and laughed.
“You scared of him, Dudley? Is he bothering your family? Let’s do him in, son. What’s he gonna do, poke us with that stick of his?”
Draco raised his eyebrow at the boy’s interesting attitude. Muggles really ought to be more terrified of things they don’t understand, Draco thought. The boy made a move toward Draco, who didn’t even blink and Dudley yelled out which made the shaggy haired boy jump slightly.
“N-no, Paul, don’t be stupid! You have no idea what he can do!” Dudley stuttered.
Paul laughed, not believing what his junior boxing champion was saying.
“You’re actually scared of him? Come on, Big D, look at him.” Paul laughed harder, then made a very stupid mistake in swinging a punch at Draco.
Draco simply flicked his wand, and Paul was blasted into the air, crashing into the living room wall. The shaggy haired boy shouted out loud in shock, and took several steps backward.
“W-what the hell was that?” He bellowed.
“It’s m-magic, Graham!” Dudley stuttered, “I told him not to do anything stupid!”
“Is he dead?” Graham cried, looking horrified.
“He’s just stunned.” Said Draco, his calm voice surprisingly loud amongst all the chaos.
“What the hell are you doing? Are you s-some sort of freak or something?” Graham exclaimed.
“No, I’m a wizard. And I’m here to tell you that I can give you all magic powers. Work for me and I will give you all the magic you wish, and with magic and assisting me brings to you is power and money. You could have any girl you wanted. Dudley, you’d be the Big D of the Wizarding world.” Draco said, calmly.
Dudley was frozen with fear, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking of in his internal struggle. Vernon broke the silence.
“NO! You will never give my son magic, you will leave my house now! You have dirty blood, infected with that magic filth!” Vernon screamed, his voice louder, the purple vein more prominent than it had ever been in his life.
“I see... then I have no choice but to kill you all.” Draco said, his voice even and crisp. Zabini and Pansy pulled out their wands too. Vernon crumbled under the fear of the three wizards and a shocked voice that had never been heard from Vernon squeaked out.
“P-please...” Vernon stuttered, “Not my family, p-please.”
“I’m afraid you leave me no choice.” Draco said, feigning a sigh.
“N-no... you can’t.” Vernon cried, “H-Harry will never let you get away with this! H-he will protect us! We’re his family.”
“Harry doesn’t even know I’m here. And even if he did, there’s nothing he can do. I am more powerful than he ever could be. I have magic no-one else has. Not even Lord Voldemort could beat me now.” Draco sneered, “Harry may have been able to protect you against the dark lord, but he won’t have the first idea of how to protect you against me.”
Every muggle in the room was frozen with fear, knowing they had minutes to live, if that. Petunia was audibly blubbing to herself, the tears rolling down her pale face.
“We’ll start with Dudley, shall we? Avada Kedavra!!” Draco spat the spell out of his mouth with the utmost contempt. The green beam shot out of the tip of his wand, aiming straight for the pig-faced Dursley son.
There was a loud bellow, and Vernon Dursley dived into the air, and the green light blinded him as it shot directly into his body, killing him instantly. The corpse of Vernon collapsed into Dudley, who fell under it’s weight.
Petunia screamed, and tried to protect her boy, but Draco simply waved his wand again, the green light shooting out of his wand as Petunia crumpled to the floor, dead.
Both parents dead, the son and two friends were cowering together in the corner, absolutely terrified.
“I am disappointed I have to do this. You three are young; it’s somewhat wasted potential to kill you now. But if you can’t be convinced...” Draco raised his wand,
“W-wait!” A whimper out of Dudley’s mouth, “Don’t k-kill us! We’ll do it! We’ll do it!”
Draco pauses mid-spell and closes his mouth. He lowers his wand and the anger in his face lessens.
“You’ll do it?” He asks, his voice calmer.
“Y-yes. We’ll do it. Won’t we guys?” Dudley groans.
“Y-yeah!” The two boys muttered in unison.
“Very well.” Draco said, “You should consider yourselves lucky that I did not recite the curse quickly.”
“C-Can you hide them... p-please?” Graham muttered, pointing at the corpses of Vernon and Petunia. Draco flicked his wand over at them, and they moved into the darkness of the kitchen, so they were out of sight.
“There.” Draco muttered, “Now all you three have to do is take the Unbreakable Vow, that you will never speak of this to anyone outside of this room unless I say otherwise, and you will follow my commands no matter what.”
The three nodded their heads, but none of them said a word as they all stood up.
“Hold out your wand hands...” Draco muttered, but when they all merely looked at him confused, he corrected himself. “...your writing hand.”
Dudley put out his left, while Graham and Paul put out their right. Draco handed his wand to Pansy, and his hand connected with their three. Pansy waved Draco’s wand at the four of them as Draco spoke.
“Do you three vow never to speak of anything you have seen or will find out about tonight or us to someone else unless I say otherwise?”
“I do.” The three echoed in unison.
“And do you vow to serve under me, and follow every command I make to the fullest of your abilities?” Draco asked.
“I do.” The trio echoed again.
An orange snake-like beam wrapped its way around the four arms and bonded them to the vow. They all removed their hands and Draco smiled.
“You have all now taken the Unbreakable Vow.” Draco announced.
“W-what happens if we break it?” Paul asked.
“You die.” Draco said, simply. The three boys gasped in horror at what they had just done but accepted defeat as they could not to do anything else.
“Now, for you all to be gifted with magic. I need my other wand.” Draco muttered and he pulled out his Blood-Stained Wand from his pocket. He put his regular wand away.
He pointed the wand at the trio, and spoke clearly and slowly.
“Muggletum Magic Maximus!” He cast, and the wand shot out three separate white beams, going to each of the muggles and shrouding them in blinding light. All three boys began to turn whiter and white until all they were three white human shaped lights.
Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and the three boys stood there completely unharmed, but with one important addition; each of them held a small white stick. It was no longer than six inches, brilliantly white with a gold band around the handle.
“You have all been blessed with a wand. It’s a special wand, only muggles will be able to use them. They have powers that you can’t even begin to imagine. Use them well, and you came become part of the most powerful alliance in the world. Use them wrongly, and you’ll meet the same fate as those two.” Draco said, referencing the corpses of Vernon and Petunia.
“Welcome boys.” Draco said, “To the Death Formation.”
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