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incognito!Chapter 16: A Little Preoccupied
“Nalian?” Chris sighed. He’d been trying to get the Slytherin’s attention for the past five minutes, but Nalian was completely zoned out. They only started practicing fifteen minutes ago. “Anyone home in there?” Chris moved to knock on Nalian’s forehead and before he knew what was happening he was lying on the floor with Nalian’s hand at his throat.
“Chris?” Nalian looked surprised. “Sorry. You shouldn’t startle me. I react on instinct really.”
Chris gave him a bemused smile, “I thought you knew what I was doing. After all you are supposed to be teaching me here.”
“Again, I’m sorry.” Nalian said. “I’m just a little distracted. A lot on my mind.”
“You seemed a little preoccupied during class last night too.” Chris admitted. “Would you like to talk about it?”
“What? Oh. It’s...” Nalian sighed, “it’s about my boyfriend.” It was a lie, though he could argue he did have some trust issues to work out with Lucius.
“You- you have a boyfriend?” Chris swallowed. “But everyone around Hogwarts says you’re single!”
“Yep, a boyfriend. It’s a fairly new relationship.” Nalian grinned. “I didn’t know Hogwarts took such an interest in my love life.”
“Don’t you know?” Chris smiled. Nalian noticed he looked somewhat relieved. “Practically all the girls and half the guys think you’re a catch.”
Nalian gave him an incredulous look. “Me? I know I’m damn hot, but next to, say, Draco, or Professor Charlie, or that sixth year Hufflepuff Angelo?”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit. So, who’s the lucky guy? You’re not that serious then?” Chris tried his best to put as much innocence into the questions as he could.
Nalian arched an eyebrow quizzically. “We haven’t really discussed making our relationship public and I’d rather speak with him first about telling people. We’re pretty serious already though. We’ve had this...thing...between us going on all year.”
“Oh. That’s nice.”
“Shall we get back to work? I promise to pay attention this time.” Nalian smiled teasingly.
“Really, if this isn’t a good time we can practice more later. I think I’ve got the move down now anyway, just need to practice it a little.” Chris forced out a smile. “I bet I can get a few friends to be practice dummies.”
Nalian snorted. “Sure. Lure them in with the promise of candy. Come to me if you have any problems, okay?”
Chris gave him a fleeting smile. “All right. See you later, Nalian.”
He watched as Chris grabbed up his bag and slipped out of the room. “How strange.” It wasn’t really though, if Nalian admitted it to himself. ‘He has a crush on me. Damn Lucius for being right.’
Chris just wasn’t his type, and they were too different. Chris Keant was too innocent, even considering the war. Students were amazingly sheltered from the goings-on of the war beyond the school wards. Nalian suspected Chris’ view of good and evil, right and wrong, was very clear cut. He would be appalled by Nalian’s life.
Not to mention Nalian had a penchant for older men.
Unable to settle down into his normal routine, Nalian headed outside, thinking perhaps a scenic lap or two around the lake would help him focus his thoughts.
Things weren’t supposed to fall apart like they had. Nalian wasn’t supposed to be at Hogwarts scrambling for ideas on how to protect the castle. He wasn’t supposed to get involved. But being involved felt so right -- and Nalian felt that that was entirely wrong.
He slowed his pace down to a quick walk as he caught sight of Charlie and Bill Weasley wrestling with a Thestral near the groundskeeper’s cabin, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. Charlie spotted him.
“Oi, Morthen! Come over here, would you? We could use a bit of help!”
Nalian shrugged and altered his course. “What could I possibly help you gents with?” He inquired when he was close enough to be heard without having to shout.
“Honeypot got spooked by a loose runespoor. If you’d be so kind as to get the snake out of sight she should calm down.” Bill groaned, nearly getting hauled off his feet as the thestral made another bid for freedom.
Stupid creatures. A soft hissing registered to Nalian’s right. After all that effort to get out of our cages. He looked over to find the runespoor cornered between a wooden crate and Hagrid’s hut.
Come with me. Nalian suggested mildly. I’ll put you somewhere far away from such crazy beasts.
The three heads eyed him with interest. You will put us back in our cage, where you humans feed us nothing but tasteless, dead mice while you poke and prod at us.
I assure you I have no desire to keep you captive, but at the moment staying with your brethren is the safest place for you. The forest is dangerous even for serpents these days, Nalian said.
“Mr. Morthen, if you could hurry up.” Charlie croaked out.
All three heads turned to eye the forest with what Nalian could only call trepidation before the planner commented, We will go with you, snake-speaker, until this matter of the forest is resolved.
Quite sensible. Nalian smiled as the orange and black creature wrapped itself around his arm. It is odd. I feel as if I should remember something about you. He looked at them with a curious frown.
Possibly that we are poisonous, so you best do as we say. One head snipped severely.
Or possibly that you bicker continuously. Nalian neatly avoided the snapping jaws of the poisonous head, mind lost to the past as he thought about the first time he had to deal with the argumentative serpents. Then he stopped walking.
“Morthen? What’s wrong? Fuck, it didn’t bite you did it? I saw it snap--” Charlie strained at the thick rope looped around the thestral’s neck.
“What-- no, it didn’t. I’m fine. Sorry. I’ll just, just go put this little one away, shall I?” Nalian hurried away.
That is it. That is it. Isn’t it? Nalian hissed. ‘Why didn’t I think of it sooner? Is it possible?’ He hurried back towards the castle, forgetting about the runespoor wrapped around his wrist.
Nalian slowed his pace as he entered the Great Hall, moving more sedately; it was just the time when everyone headed for breakfast and he wasn’t keen on drawing attention to himself. He searched for the silvery blond head that always stood out at the Slytherin table and wasn’t disappointed as he spotted Draco sitting squeezed between Theo and Pansy.
“Shove over.” Nalian said cheerfully to Theo as he reached the table. “I need to have a word with Draco about our Transfiguration homework.”
Theo gave an irritated grunt before pointedly giving a sleepy glare around the table. There wasn’t an inch of space on the bench within two meters to sit on.
“Fine, fine. Draco will just need to finish breakfast early.” So saying, Nalian snagged Draco’s arm and dragged him from the table. Draco gave an incoherent mumble. “What’s with you? You’re normally such a cheerful prat in the morning.”
“We’ve been wondering that same thing.” Pansy frowned. “If you can weasel out of him the reason why he’s half dead to the world...”
“I’ll be sure to let you know.” Nalian assured her even as he pulled Draco towards the door.
"It's your fault I'm slouching around -- a Malfoy! Slouching in public! All your fault. -- after our early morning. You better have good news." Draco rubbed at his face. "Exhaustion can't be good for these situations, can it?"
Nalian pulled his friend up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. "No, it really isn't good. I don't have news so much as an idea, and whether it is good or bad depends on your perspective."
Draco didn't even think as he pushed Nalian toward the first door along the passage. They found themselves in a closet. "So, what is it then?"
Nalian put up the privacy spell, thinking he was getting far too used to using it. "Wards." He waited for Draco's enthusiasm.
"...what?"
Nalian sighed. "Hogwarts' wards."
"That's it?" Draco asked. Disbelief laced his voice.
"What do you mean 'that's it'!"
"A first year could come up with something better than that!"
"Oh, right, of course. Why don't we go ask some eleven-year-old if they could please come up with a better plan than modifying the wards to keep vampires from the grounds." Nalian scoffed.
"No one can modify the wards, Nalian." Draco said patiently before stifling a yawn. "Only strengthen them."
"I am of the belief that it is a simple matter of not knowing how to alter the wards. Ignorance is a poor excuse for writing the option off." Nalian smiled encouragingly. "I am sure we could manage something."
Draco frowned, "'Something,' you say. Do you even know how to add to wards?"
"Of course, or I wouldn't suggest it."
"...and do you know how to modify wards like Hogwarts'?" Draco asked.
"Vaguely." Nalian's smile faltered. "In theory. One might say I haven't had extensive practice in the area."
"Nalian!"
"Well, what else can you think of?" Nalian asked. After a long pause where Draco didn't say anything at all, Nalian continued, "Do you know where the ward room is?"
"What if I didn't?" Draco said.
"Oh, good, you do. There's one less concern about the plan." Nalian said. "Show me, please?"
"You're going to have to convince me more." Draco muttered.
"Draco, I am not sure we have any other choice. Yes, I can kick a single vampire's ass, but not fifty, and I'm not sure how proficient anyone else is at it either. I doubt we could win in a face-to-face fight." Nalian said quietly. "Let me at least see the wards."
"They're protected." Draco protested.
"Naturally." Nalian said. "Is nothing ever simple with you wizards?"
"You're one to talk." Draco opened the door. "Around lunchtime?"
"How about now?" Nalian said, stepping out after Draco. "Oh, Chris! Shouldn't you be finishing breakfast?"
Chris stared at them, "I... Oh well, I had an early breakfast. Were you two in a closet?"
"Snogging." Draco snapped. "Why?" Nalian choked back a laugh as Chris' eyes widened.
"I have to go now!" He blurted, turning on his heel and dashing back down the way he came.
"What was that about?" Draco muttered.
"You look positively snogged, and I told him I was seeing someone." Nalian said.
Draco shot him a startled look, "Why would you tell him something like that?"
"It came up."
"He thinks we're shagging now?"
"Probably."
"You realize it's going to be all over school within the hour." Draco told him.
Nalian shrugged. "What do I care? So long as it's not a rumor about something substantial."
"Father will care." Draco said.
"I'd say he's a more reasonable man than that. Er..." Nalian trailed off. "I'll explain things to him when I meet him for dinner tonight."
"A date?" Draco smirked sleepily. "I'd bait you, but my mind's gone blank. Let's get this over with." He led the way down the hall. "The location in question is the lowest point I know in Hogwarts, and sort of...centered."
"It usually is the very center spot, or the closest the builders can get." Nalian agreed as he caught up with Draco. They walked in silence, neither of them overly eager to discuss the situation they were in anymore -- they'd chewed over it all night until Nalian left to meet Chris -- or were even wanting to talk about anything.
Thoughts weighed on both of their minds like a ton of bricks. It didn't help that both of them were tired.
Draco came to a stop in front of what Nalian viewed as just another door.
"This is it." Draco said finally when Nalian didn't speak.
"I don't think the door is even warded." Nalian commented thoughtfully. "Are you sure?"
Draco blinked owlishly. "I think we've already passed the protections." He admitted. At Nalian's disbelieving look Draco scowled. "I haven't been here since I was thirteen! It was all very boring, all right? I remember father explaining something about an "unfindable" curse on the room."
"I suppose that is like the unplottable spell?" Nalian asked.
"With a few essential differences. The unfindable curse is meant for smaller items, rooms and the like, or anything smaller..." Draco trailed off. "We weren't supposed to be able to find it."
"But we did?"
"This is definitely it."
Nalian frowned, "You're sure?"
"Of course."
"You're quite sure of yourself for someone who just said we shouldn't have found it. It looks so plain." Nalian said.
"You were expecting a door of solid gold perhaps?" Draco smirked.
Nalian looked away. "Never mind that. The door doesn't appear to be charmed at all. Shall we try to go in?"
"There's no need for it to be, I thought. Only the headmaster and Heads of Houses are supposed to be able to locate it!" Draco said as he stepped forward with Nalian.
Nalian rested his hand on the handle, took a deep breath, and turned the knob. A little push caused the door to swing open.
"This is absurd." Draco muttered.
"Agreed! This is far too easy." He stepped in hesitantly. Nothing happened, and Nalian sighed out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He admitted to himself he'd been expecting traps to spring on him. "I think I may be too paranoid." He said finally when Draco stepped beside him.
"Don't say that!" Draco hissed. "It's bad luck!"
Nalian gave him a look, "And you're worse than I am." He looked around the room. It was completely bare of furnishings or decoration, but in the exact center of the room a thick, stone pedestal rose right out of the floor. Nothing sat on top of it.
"I never understood why it wasn't made out of something, I don't know...magnificent." Draco said quietly. His voice seemed to bounce off the walls.
"I'd say that's pretty magnificent." Nalian objected. He felt oddly mesmerized by the column. "It's made of the very materials it protects: stone and magic."
Draco gave him a startled look. "Are you all right? Your voice sounds...dreamy."
"I think I know why there aren't any more protections." Nalian forcefully tore his gaze from the pedestal to look at Draco. "It's captivating. I could sit here for eternity staring at it."
Draco gave him a bizarre look. "It's a stack of stones."
"It's magic." Nalian corrected, trying not to look back at it. "You don't see it?"
"See what?"
"The four twined ropes of power soaked into the pedestal." Nalian said. "Why four? The four directions? The elements..?"
"The founders?" Draco was looking at the room's centerpiece once more. "I still don't see anything but a pile of stones. Ropes, huh?"
"Give me your hand." Draco did without question. Nalian murmured an enchantment, knowing it worked when Draco gasped. "Oh."
"Yeah." Nalian moved closer, staring once more, but this time with a purpose. He circled around the school's wards, studying them closely, forcing himself to remain alert. "You're right, the four ropes must signify the founders. They're all from different people; very powerful people."
"Can we do anything?" Draco asked absently, his gaze fixed on the sight before him.
Nalian took no notice, caught up in his own thoughts as he considered the issue of the wards. "I don't see an easy way of changing them." He admitted slowly. "But..."
"Hmm?" Draco stepped closer to the pedestal. "But I can do something."
"It's not practical." Nalian shook his head. "I am not sure it is a wise idea."
"You said yourself, what other choices do we have?" Draco rested his palm against the side of the pillar. "This is incredible." He breathed. "Have you seen anything like it?"
Draco's head snapped up as Nalian jerked his hand away. "Hey-- What are you doing?!"
"You're spellbound!" He accused. Nalian felt adrenaline pound through his body from the sudden burst of fear. "What was I thinking, coming here? We should leave immediately."
"We can't." Draco said.
"Yes, we can." Nalian snapped right back. "You're not right--"
"We have to do something!" His yell silenced them both.
Why are the humans yelling? They both heard the hiss in the quiet. Their eyes traveled toward the sound: Nalian's sleeve.
Pardon? Nalian spoke to the foreign serpent hidden beneath his robes. What are you... "Oh."
"Oh?" Draco muttered, stepping away uneasily as a runespoor dropped into view, curling around Nalian's hand and fingers.
"'Oh, I forgot I was carrying a runespoor with me.'" Nalian translated.
"How could you forget--"
Nalian shrugged. "I had a brainstorm and hurried off in a rush."
Why did you argue? One head asked again. Nalian translated.
"Because we're disagreeing!" Draco said testily. "And I would like to get back to the very important matter at hand!"
It is about the Dark One. The cynic spoke.
Nalian rolled his eyes, Hardly a difficult guess. Isn't every important matter about the Dark One these days?
We don't know any other days. The dreamer informed him. But someday...
"Nalian," Draco said sharply. "What is it that we can do? You know we don't have time to sit around--"
"Pursuing this option is not worth the potential cost, Draco." Nalian said, his voice laced with the seriousness of his concerns.
Draco ignored the tone, "For you it is."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Nalian heard a sigh below them. They argue again. One head muttered. He and Draco both ignored the hiss.
"You can leave." Draco said coldly. "You will leave, but this is my home, my world, and I will do what I have to do to protect it."
Nalian took a step back in his startlement, "I..." He sighed, "All right, a fair enough statement. This isn't my home. But you need me to go along with this, Draco. The both of us could easily die, and I'm not sure I'm willing to risk that."
"...Nalian?"
Draco's mild tone wasn't at all comforting to him. "What?"
"Couldn't we just as easily die out there?" He waved vaguely in the direction of the door.
Nalian's gaze slid to the doorway and back. "What's your point?" He knew it was an irrational question; he really only said it to see how Draco would react. It was worth it.
Draco's eyes bulged and his mouth snapped open and closed several times. He gestured something Nalian could only define as disbelief. "What?" His voice was hoarse.
Nalian coughed and tried to hide his grin. "Just joking."
If anything, that seemed to irritate Draco more. "Just." He turned and stalked a full circle around the room. Pausing in front of Nalian, he made as if to speak before turning suddenly and going around the room once more.
"...Draco?"
"I can't talk to you right now."
"Draco..."
"JUST TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO!" Draco shouted, glaring at him from across the room.
Nalian stared at him for several long minutes and sighed, "We could possibly booster the wards."
Draco's visage softened, his body easing from its tense position as if some invisible string had just been cut. "Booster them?"
"Yes. Give them extra magic to feed off of temporarily. It's a wee bit different than strengthening them."
Draco nodded slowly, "Because the booster is temporary, while strengthening them lasts longer."
"Right. It's an 'hours' versus 'months' difference." Nalian said. "People can strengthen the wards and walk away and the wards have got power to go on for ages, though it wouldn't be as strong as a booster."
"How would a boost work?" Draco asked. "I don't believe I've ever seen such a thing done before."
"Oh, I'm sure you have," Nalian said. "On a smaller scale. A boost would be supplied by another magical item as opposed to a person, and as soon as the wards drain the magic out, the power surge in the wards is done and they'd be back to what they were before."
Draco thought about the new information for a few minutes. "Wouldn't that type of spell need someone to maintain it until it's finished draining whatever magical object?"
"That's the dangerous part." Nalian said, staring at Draco. "One of us would have to remain locked in the spell until the item is drained of power. It would take hours. Either of us would risk getting caught up and letting the wards drain our own magic."
"Simple." Draco said. "You can watch over me while I'm working."
"What? I think it should be the other way around!" Nalian said flatly.
"Why?"
"Damn it, Draco, it's dangerous. How many times must I tell you that?"
Draco glared right back, "I can handle it. If either of us should do it, it's me. You should be my watchout. You know what to watch out for. I don't! And if we-- Oh."
"Oh what?" Nalian scowled.
"I see the flaw in the plan." Draco said. "If the extra power only lasts while we're performing the spell, the vampires would have to attack in that same time frame. If we're off by even a second in either the beginning or the end--"
"--the vampires could make it through, yes. But if it could hold out until Derek arrives..." Nalian trailed off.
"It's our only option. I have to do it."
"Here you are again, insisting you do it." Nalian said.
"You can't." Draco stared at him. "You need to be free to help out the others in the attack. You're the only one in the entire school who has actual experience fighting full-fledged vampires."
"Draco, you can't do it! You're spellbound!"
"What in the gods' names are you talking about?" Draco snapped.
Nalian shook his head, "The wards are pulling you in. You feel an intense need to somehow mess with them! Perhaps by starting a spell involving them? And if you do you will be compelled to feed the wards your magic, and you will die. Draco, it is a defense mechanism! That's why there are so few protections on this room!"
Draco shook his head this time, "It doesn't matter."
"The wards are making you say that."
"Maybe in part. I don't really believe what you're saying. It still wouldn't matter, because this has to be done and you can't do it. What should we do, go ask one of the teachers? Or even better, an auror?"
Nalian scowled, "They'd have us locked up in a room somewhere before we could say the words 'enemy spies.'" It irked him that Draco had a valid point. He couldn't lose Draco just because the bastard had a valid point.
"This way we can do this and you will still be free to help out in the fight," Draco said quietly. "You'll be needed if Voldemort attacks before your friends arrive, and you know it."
Nalian gave him a look. "One: I can't stop them on my own. Two: I won't leave you alone here. Three: We may not even be able to time this right."
"We have to try. I can do this, Nalian, but you have to trust me. Can you?"
Nalian glared, "That's unfair."
Draco continued to stare.
"Of course I trust you." After a few more minutes Nalian gave in, "Fine, yes, I can trust you with this. But we're going to plan very carefully." He undid the top few buttons of his robes, revealing a wrinkled T-shirt underneath. He ignored Draco's disbelieving mutter about Lucius seeing him dressed so appallingly and felt inside a carefully hidden inner pocket, rummaging around for the thing he knew he'd stored there. Not finding what he was looking for, he dug a little deeper, arm sinking almost to his elbow.
"Nalian, what are you doing?" Draco was staring once more, but now it was out of bewilderment more than anything.
"Looking for something--"
"Obviously."
Nalian glared. "--to boost the wards with."
"Oh." Draco paused before saying, "In your robes?"
"I always carry a few odds and ends I feel I may end up needing." Nalian explained. "Ah. Here it is." He lifted his hand out, clutching a small, round object. When he opened his palm to show Draco, he revealed a brown misshapen stone only slightly larger than an egg.
"That is an incredibly powerful magical object, is it?"
"You have no appreciation for fine goblin craftsmanship." Nalian rolled his eyes.
"Goblin craftsmanship!" Draco peered more closely. "What the hell is it then?"
Nalian shifted uncomfortably. "Expensive, is what." At Draco's glare, he added, "It's made to hold a reserve of magic. You see these irregular lumps and lines?" He ran his finger along the stone, turning it in his hand to show his friend. "It's not some accident of fate. The goblins create them, shape them, for the specific purpose of holding magic."
"For those pesky days when they'll need to temporarily strengthen their wards against vampires?" Draco raised any eyebrow.
"Funny." Nalian said. "And no. They create them to sell to allies or, in unusual cases, gift them to allies who have done them a great honor. I bought mine for what would amount to a few thousand galleons." He chuckled at the noise Draco made in the back of his throat. "They're worth it, trust me. They hold a stunning amount of raw power, and are easy to access even if you haven't got enough strength left to cast a levitation charm."
"How come I've never heard of these? I'm sure father has at least one."
"That's unlikely." Nalian said. "I don't think they've given one of these to a human in a thousand years. Goblins have never really liked humans."
Draco glared, "That's nice!"
"This stone is holding quite a bit of power anyway." Nalian continued. "Not as much as it could, but I am guessing enough to fuel the wards for six or seven hours."
"Good Merlin, that's--"
"I know."
Draco took a deep breath. "What should we do now?"
"Set up the parameters for the spell. That will be easy. And then wait, I guess." Nalian said.
"For how long? We can't hold off forever or we could be too late."
"I know." He glanced at Draco's wristwatch. "It's about half past eleven now. If we could hold off until dinner, or just after..."
"That's a bloody long time, Nalian!" Draco hissed.
"I'm aware!" Nalian snapped back, "But if we don't wait the power won't last long enough! If it is any comfort, whether Voldemort has control of them or not, the vampires with him won't want to attack until the sun sets."
"I thought they could walk in sunlight?"
"They can, but for some reason it makes them uneasy."
"That's...strange."
Nalian grinned, "Try living with that sort of irrational behavior."
"Living with you is enough, thank you!"
"Thanks."
Draco smirked. "I suppose we should set up what we can and... I guess we should... er, leave. To get something to eat. We'll be back very soon."
Nalian stared at him, "You don't want to leave this room."
"What?" Draco said, "Don't be--"
"Don't insult my intelligence. It's obvious, Draco."
"Okay, so I don't." Draco said calmly. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be close in case things start up without warning."
Nalian shook his head, "Let me set things up. Then we're going to go have lunch. We'll cut the rest of classes, perhaps go for a walk, catch an early dinner, and come back here straight after, okay?" He headed toward the pedestal, wrestling chalk out of another pocket and muttering to himself.
Draco heard the distinct words: 'spellbound' and 'in case, my arse!' "Oh, shut up, Nalian. And hurry up. I would like to get back as soon as possible."
Ten minutes later Nalian stood from the floor, dusting chalk off of his hands. "There's a few more things, Draco."
"Hmm?" He was watching the magic twisting about the pedestal again, a mildly curious expression on his face.
"You can't break the spell once it starts, Draco." Nalian said seriously. "You'll be here for hours, unable to do anything but feed it the magic--"
"We've been through this. I'm doing it. If we can strengthen them just enough, for just long enough..." Draco said, a determined look in his eye.
Nalian nodded, "I'll be back before the power runs out in the stone. No matter what."
"Why?"
Nalian smiled grimly, "Because I trust you, but I don't trust that." He nodded toward the wards. "It will kill you if there isn't someone to pull you out of its spell."
Draco gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine, if you can get back here. May we go eat now? I'd like to get everything over with."
Nalian wondered if Draco meant the battle, or the time before he got back to this room.
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A/N: The next chapter will be up as soon as possible. This means by the end of January, hopefully, but early February if not in January.
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