Chapter 1
It was not enough, in Voldemort oh so humble opinion, to punish the Malfoy’s by simply residing in their manor. It was not enough for Lucius Malfoy to rot in azkaban until the dark lord required him yet again. It was still not enough when he made the Malfoys 17 year old simpering coward of a son join his death eaters. No, the Malfoys were there to serve as an example to his other servants.
And Voldemort had a twisted sadifafion in knowing that he had just found a way to punish the Malfoy’s, and in a productive way to boot.
Hidden in the depths of the Malfoy library, he found a book so old and forgotten that at first it wouldn’t open. He had needed to used a slicing hex to separate the spine from the yellowed pages. One particular page had caught his attention. An ancient spell, that would allow one to summon another worldly being, and trap them in a host body. The being would be bound to the host, wanting only for the continued service of their host body.
This book, the “Dark rituals from presocietal wizards”, held many great and powerful spells to help with his rise to power, but this spell. This spell would help him win the war.
And so he summoned the Malfoy’s, having already set up the ritual circle. And as he informed the gathered death eaters of the plans he had for the Malfoy boy, he felt delight. A sick curling joy at seeing the barley held back fear on both the mothers and the sons faces.
With a lazy wave of his hand, his death eaters dragged young Draco into a chair in the middle of the circle and tied him there before exiting.
“Fear not young Malfoy” the Dark lord spoke, “ you will hav full control of you your body, half the time, and the being only acts in you best instrest, you sould be flattered” he said, though servival didn’t mean young Draco’s mental faculty’s would still be functional after sharing a mind and body with an other worldly terror.
He smiled at the thought of that,before starting the ritual.
“ oh being of the universe, I know not of your birth.” He announced with his wand raised above his head.
“Of being of the universe, hear your summons and come forth” with his wand still raised. The dark lord starts walking just outside the edge of the circle at a bitterly slow pace.
The outer ring of the circle was beginning to alight with dancing red and orange flames. Flames that flickered and danced.
“I send for wisdom and for sight, so I might slay my enemies, I offer you a host, a free body” the flames now a blue hot inferno, almost blocking Draco from the sight form others in the room.
“Oh being of the dark, comeforth tonight!”
The flames from the circle invelop the body on the young Malfoy. Draco let’s put a guttural scream of pain. Voldemort watches as they seep into the young man without burning his skin.
When all the flames are gone all that is left in the circle is a convulsing teen tied to a chair. And after a minute that too stopped. The Younge man was left painting, trying to catch his breath but it does not come to him quickly.
The dark lord strides over, looming over the painting mess. The young man raises his head and supiringly makes eye contact. Instead of looking to the trade mark grey eyes of the Malfoys, he is met with deep brown ones that look into his with a confusion that lacks fear.
“Ah, welcome great being, I hope you approve of this body, I selected it just for you” Voldemort lies smoothly
“Uhh, you want knowledge and wisdom” the being spoke with Draco’s mouth but the accent was undeniably wrong, in fact it sounded almost American.