------------Arjun's pov--------------
Looking at the marauder's map to ensure that I am safe to roam, I did just that.
It was easy to steal from Flitch's room, which is unguarded and filled with useless prank times or porn papers. Though, remembering the sheer porn photos moving in that room, I could only say that teenage is going to be a pain in the ass for me.
I am no saint, even in a previous life as a teenager. I explored a lot of porn, hentai, smut, etc.
Now, in this life I might as well be tony stark of Hogwarts in the future based on the sheer skill and capacity with which I can use magic because of my hard work and AI. But, the troubling thought is that I might succumb to the fame and became a playboy like him.
I was a virgin, and that led to my thoughts of the future in which I will be a slave to my lust in this scary world. Such a future scares me because it is possible.
It seems the potion and the healing spells are really getting to me if I am thinking of this nonsense, considering my position.
It might be my injuries or the sheer amount of helplessness I felt. I wanted to get this over with tonight.
After a lot of difficulty, I reached the dragon's cave Hagrid, and I made.
CRACKLE CRACKLE
Feeling the heat and the crackling fire that raged inside the room, I noticed Hagrid is here. Thankfully, he is asleep, dressed in his pyjamas and using his legendary blanket of unicorn fur.
The night's encounter with the Dark Lord shows how mystical the unicorns are. If it wasn't for Dumbledore also being cast with bad luck, I am sure he would have tried to capture Voldemort.
While both of them are cursed the same. WAIT.
SMACK
The facepalm made me realize it was not Voldemort who tried to drink the unicorn blood. It was cruel; it means he was the one who got cursed.
So a cursed Dumbledore had a lot of chances in failing when capturing Voldemort as long as he sacrifices Quirrell.
It made me realize that the things going through the background are not as simple as shown in the childish novels I read.
Finally, I reached to the target of the day.
The dragon egg, which has lost all its luster and looked cold despite being in the heat of Ashwinder ashes.
The dark rising is dangerous because its cost increases as time and even more importantly, the cost must be paid on time.
If not, the next cost increases dramatically and it must be paid to ensure that the magical animal survives.
Considering I am unconscious for the last couple of days, I realized I might be sucked dry tonight.
With a cut on my palm, I let my hand drip with blood.
With a deep breath, I put it on the egg to continue the ritual.
"AHHH, blooddy Fucker."
I could feel the blood being dragged out of my body as the luster of the egg returned with a vengeance.
I realized I underestimated the ritual and the consequences of doing it. So, I whole heartedly blamed Hogwarts which has sealed away the proper instruction to do dark magic for students below Newt.
So, I stopped being a brat and screamed out, "You bitch, it is time to repay me for almost killing me!"
NEIGHHHHHHHHH
I felt a smile come to my face as the familiar presence of the cowardly horse enters the cave.
"Rather than call it a curse, it is better to call it the consequences. You see, the magic changes according to the intent it is imbued with. So, a powerful and pure Magical creature like a Unicorn detesting and wanting to kill, can make the blood that is taken from it a potent poison. But it doesn't end there."
It was when Snape explained about the Horse that Dumbledore winked at me. He bloody winked at me.
I don't get how he guessed or knew my goal of the meeting, but he did.
NEIGH.
Looking at the soft sorrowful and guilty look from the unicorn, I snorted even while I gave my blood to the dragon egg and said, "Enough of this, time for you to pay your debt."
Just drinking the blood of the unicorn forcibly can extend one's life and even curse someone of Dumbledore's level.
So, the opposite is also true.
Not caring about the pained expression it made, when it pierced its legs with its own horn, I sucked on the willingly offered blood.
SLURP SLURP
"It is a pity, I can't get life force from this."
That seemed to piss off the unicorn because just for a moment I felt the same as the moment Voldemort drank the drop of unicorn blood.
But before it took effect, the unicorn guiltily neighed again, and a new feeling rose over me. The kind that is exactly the opposite of the curse.
A feeling that I was familiar with, the same feeling of the Felix Felicies.
Unlike the cheap imitation made by humans, the true liquid luck throbbed into my veins.
NEIGHHHH
As if it was a mirage, the unicorn disappeared. Even Hagrid was sleeping through the ordeal.
But I knew.
The unicorn was here and right now; I am blessed with a year of luck.
[364 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds.]
The proof was the fact that my magic changed. I instinctively conveyed the right intent as the egg drank my blood.
Power
Pride
Helplessness
Companionship
Loneliness
Superiority
Crack CRACK
"Huh! What's going on? Arjun, what are you doing over here?"
Even before Hagrid's voice was heard, I felt him waking up with my senses. Rather than saying that my senses increased, it is better to say I am interpreting them the correct way.
This feeling like sixth sense is common to all living things and felt in rare moments. The truth of luck is that it instinctively helps me in making the right decision from what I hear, see, and feel.
It was the same thing allowed me to send the right intent, making me remember the characteristics of the dragon race.
"Hagrid."
I could feel him looking at the same sight as me. " It seems I got a familiar. A dragon one at that. Meet Norberta. "
MMMM
MMMMMMM
I can't even describe the cooing that comes from the little she-dragon. Hagrid, however, gave me a tight hug for naming my newborn familiar, as per his wishes.
"Thank you, Thank you, Arjun. I really wanted to name her after my friend. She would have liked it.'
People might not know this, but Hagrid names the magical animals after his friends who died.
He loves them.
He cares for them.
Even, respects them the same way.
I patted his hands and said, "You are the one who brought the egg and brought it here. Instead, I am the one who got lucky with forming a familiar bond with such a magnificent creature."
There was no doubt because she bonded to me. Considering that all her scales are tucked in as he slept in my lap. A posture only given by baby dragons with their parents and family.
"HAAAHAAA, it is not a joke for a familiar bond to form. Besides, I already have been lucky with Aragog. So, no need to worry about that."
What the fuck? A vicious acromantula king is Hagrid's familiar.
"Sigh! You learn something new every day."
MMMMM
Looking at the cooing dragon, I felt like I was in the clouds.
----------------A day before the start of Christmas holidays, Hogwarts------------------------
To my son,
I didn't expect this from you.
Forget about the fact that the letters from your initiative are so rare. But, that you are not willing to return to your home for your so called magic, angers me son. If you need to spend extra time to catch up with your schoolmates, then you have strayed from the path of a student. I have been saying this many times, never get your success to your head. That's why you seem to have failed in your magic studies. So, mark my words, If you keep neglection either your studies or your family, you will regret it one day.
Your Father.
I might be the first son who lied that he failed despite being the topper of his batch. I had no other choice.
I am half broken from injuries and magic exhaustion. The newborn familiar is a surprise of an epic proportions that needs my time for the next couple of months.
Still, Dad's classic way of warnings and threats for the slightest thing didn't change a bit.
Perhaps because of his tough childhood, his default mode or reaction to anything negative is anger. Other might feel sadness, sorrow or even fear because of various problems or difficulties. But my father is all about reacting with anger.
SIGH
"What's wrong?"
Looking at Draco who sat beside and ensured my safety and peace for the rest of my time in Slytherin, I understood Dumbledore's thinking when he put Draco in direct collision with the Dark Lord.
Unlike the canon, Draco was scared shit of the deadly encounter with the living presence of the Dark lord.
Perhaps because I was the one who got him away from the wave of death curses, he put me in his best friend's category directly.
Looking at Draco, who is ignoring the dark faction's senior students, I smiled, "Don't you think you are provoking them far too much?"
Draco scoffed and said, "It doesn't matter what they feel. They have to accept the fact we are friends. Why you ask? It is simple. I am a Malfoy."
That answer made the listeners grit their teeth, but they can't do anything.
While Draco looked the same arrogant and spoiled version of himself, I knew that something in him changed. Well, an encounter with the Dark Lord does that to you.
Movies made the Dark Lord look much, much , much less scary than he actually was.
Frankly speaking, I wet my bed when I woke up today because of the sheer amount of fear I felt from my encounter with him.
Looking at the shaking feet of Draco, I am sure he felt the same.
I realize that the title of Dark Lord means much more than the big baddie. It is a title of magic master of level unknown to me.
For someone to better understand this, the encounter with the Dark Lord left me with symptoms similar to the patients of post-dementor exposure.
"What's going on with you two? Why are you suddenly best friends again?"
I snorted and asked Daphne, "Why are we good friends again?"
My pointing out the fact that she avoided me for some time ended her line of inquiry. Of course, I don't hold it against her. The pressure from Slytherin's house was no joke.
It felt suffocating to me until I saw something much worse.
It was the same for Draco.
The proof lay because he arrogantly said, "The fight between Arjun and me was our personal business, and it is none of your business, Daphne."
Tracey huffed in anger in place of her best friend, who grew cold in response to his taunt and, most importantly, my silence.
Not that I am against her, but surviving a deathly encounter brings the relationship of persons involved a lot closer if both parties are willing to.
My advantages, coupled with the attack from the Dark Lord, pushed Draco towards me. And I want to do more. I want the heir of Dark faction to be my best friend in the public.
As for the consequences Draco bears, it is up to him. He is not a 5 year sucking on his thumb. He is a Slytherin who can make his own decisions.
"Hmph! It is as if you guys become best friends?"
Daphne poked the hole and Draco responded in his arrogant tone, "Yes, we are. So, buzz off Greengrass."
That caused chaos in Slytherin's house and the moods of many people. Though, I saw Dumbledore give me a wink once more.
I returned it in response.
It seems my time in Hogwarts just got more exciting considering I seem to feel the full concentration of Albus Dumbledore.
A treatment. I wish Harry monopolized it instead of sharing with me.
Feeling the tug towards Norbeta in the forest, I consoled myself that some things are like that.
You gain some and you lose some.
Only time will tell if it is worth it.
[Author: Not time, I will tell you if it is worth it.(ㆆ_ㆆ)]