An Eventful Quidditch Match (HP) (Drarry) (COMPLETED)

chapter eleven

Jackson paced.

This in it of itself was an unusual occurence. He had not gotten this worked up since Hogwarts- and he had graduated over 10 years ago, becoming a full adult with his release from the school.

Jackson had not stopped using dark magic. He had used it more, in fact. The high and flush he got when an Unforgivable was casted by his wand was unmatched. For a while, that feeling was the only reason he practised dark magic. For years it was so.

Until, about a year ago, Jackson Smith met a boy. A man just as interested in dark magic as himself, and more skilled in it than Jackson could ever dream to be.

Jackson was not an arrogant man; he knew his strengths and weaknesses and adknowledged that even someone as he had limits. He was excellent at manipulation, at getting his peers to do what he wanted them to without arousing any suspicion that he was a dark wizard. He was skilled. But the second he met this man, he knew that whatever skills he held, this man was better at.

He was not one to shy away from the truth. Nor was he one to avoid or dismiss his feelings, as keeping a level head was crucial. So when he started developing feelings for the dark wizard, Jackson accepted that. He was not in denial, for denial was pointless and a waste of brainpower. He just worked with it, as he had with every other emotion he had experinced.

The dark wizard did not return his feelings, never would, and Jackson held no hope that the day would come where that would change.

That did not stop the wizards from working together. Friendship, business partners, whatever way you named them, they worked very well together. They created numerous dark spells, their conjoined minds creating works none other could even dream to accomplish.

This dark wizard was the very reason for his unbecoming pacing. The man was late, and the man Jackson knew was never late.

Suddenly, just as worry began to overtake reason, the door to his office burst open. Jackson took a moment to compose himself and took a glance at his friend.

His usual pristine hair was disheveled, his mouth set in a scowl, his eyes narrowed and movements tense. He radiated displeasure. He said nothing as he took his seat across from Jackson, who had sat down once he had arrived.

"Trouble in a raid," he said vaguely. Jackson knew better than to ask for more information, so he instead busied himself on preparing yes for the two of them. His friend took a gentle sip of it, visibly relaxing. "What matter are we hear to discuss, Smith?"

Jackson opened the first drawer of his desk, pulling out the prepared top file. "The princess's case," he said.

His friend raised an eyebrow. "I thought we established we were not to talk about old matters during office hours?"

"It's not old business anymore," Smith said, a small smirk on his face, "I have finally been able to make progress with our goal."

His friend leaned forward in intrigue, which only widened Jackson's smirk. "Oh?" he said.

"Yes," Jackson pushed the file forward. "It has recently came to my attention that the girl had cast the spell we made."

"In fifth or six year?"

Jackson shrugged. "Who's to say? I cannot recall, but it doesn't matter; what matters is that since she had cast the spell, I have legitimate proof that she participated in dark magic."

"You've certainly got my attention."

Jackson laughed, his smile reaching his eyes, as it always had in school. "I have written to her, simply informing her that if this information just so happened to get out she may be banished from the wizarding world entirely. I advised her to select a secret keeper."

"And you suggested yourself to be such, since she believes you to be a trustworthy persona?" He took a sip from his tea.

"Why of course," Jackson said. "But she refused, saying that she already had something else in mind. Quizbits."

He raised an eyebrow. "She must know that they tell secrets, yes?"

"She knows only the partial truth, just as I like it," Jackson smiled. "She believes they do not tell people the truth, which is only somewhat the case. I may or may not have neglected to mention that Quizbits don't tell people the full truth, but still tell them secrets and such."

The man from accross from him chuckled. "How long do you estimate it is until they find a Seer descendent and the queen's dirty little secret is out?"

"A few years, tops," Jackson said. "I heard the Seer's child, sir Da'rona, was planning to work on a book about the dark arts soon. It sure would be a shame if the Quizbits were to reach him before it's publishing,  don't you think?"

He laughed.

"Once it is public knowledge that a girl created a spell- maybe it will soon be known that the girl created the spell, but you can never be too sure that the Quizbits will tell," Jackson said, pausing to sip his cooling tea, "then I can claim that I myself created the spell, memories to prove it, and sue her to the heavens and back."

His companion raised an eyebrow. "Someone, I wonder who, will have to alter your memories then, yes?" Jackson only smiled.

"Once I have assured the money, which will be given to your cause," Jackson chuckled, "then it will be common knowledge that I am a very powerful dark wizard. I will publicly side with you, and that will give your side another advantage."

He beamed, and Jackson felt his heart swell at the expression.

"I," Jackson says with hesitance, not wanting to disturb his friend's joyful mood, "have also completed the plan you have requested." He opened his top drawer again, taking out a small file. His friend would, once he memorized it's contents through and through, disguise the file as a book and be covered in repellent charms, making it so easily overlooked in the Hogwarts library, where the book would soon sit. If things went wrong, and they might, then they needed to be able to get thier hands on the plan again.

"So soon?"

"It did not take long, no," Jackson sighed. "I am worried about the safety of this plan, I just admit. But it's no matter. It will garuentee your return, lest you be obliterated and only your horocruxes remain."

The dark wizard nodded, satisfied with the plan, then casted a tempus spell. He sighed at the time shown and stood, taking the files in his arms. "Thank you for our meeting, Smith. And for the tea."

He turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway, looking back at Jackson. "Once the time is right, our souls will be joined. We are very powerful men and I intend us to be so for a very long time. Do not forget that, friend."

Jackson smiled.

a/n
merry Christmas fuckers, you get an extra update. will still be posting on Sunday so enjoy it you greedy fucks
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