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Dark magic has long been associated with bad intentions, however, it's quite obvious that that is merely a load of shite thought up by the moral-happy do-gooders of the ages.
Dark magic is much more... complicated than that, made up of levels and mazes and tunnels. So much so that it's difficult to be considered 'skilled' at it, when really, no one has any idea where they stand in the great scheme of it.
The Dark Lord has become masterful of magic that I cannot yet comprehend, that no one else has in the past three centuries, and that makes him skilled. But he, like I, have it in the blood... it's been there for centuries, buried in there.
I'm afraid that this... magic... with Sirius, however, is something much more violent. I am the Lord of the Malfoy, and I have... a more odd type of magic. I have the magic of the family, the power of the household, which is what has made me important to the Dark Lord all these years. Endless energy reserves. Endless stress at the burden.
It's a picky magic. It's what makes it impossible for me to be healed magically without violent aftershocks - sickness, mental instability, physical weakness, pain. If it meets a magic it doesn't like, it takes it in, and begins to destroy it. At my cost. The bastard.
So that means if Sirius' magic is deadly, and if he keeps fucking me, it might kill me.
... What a way to die.
Dark magic is much more... complicated than that, made up of levels and mazes and tunnels. So much so that it's difficult to be considered 'skilled' at it, when really, no one has any idea where they stand in the great scheme of it.
The Dark Lord has become masterful of magic that I cannot yet comprehend, that no one else has in the past three centuries, and that makes him skilled. But he, like I, have it in the blood... it's been there for centuries, buried in there.
I'm afraid that this... magic... with Sirius, however, is something much more violent. I am the Lord of the Malfoy, and I have... a more odd type of magic. I have the magic of the family, the power of the household, which is what has made me important to the Dark Lord all these years. Endless energy reserves. Endless stress at the burden.
It's a picky magic. It's what makes it impossible for me to be healed magically without violent aftershocks - sickness, mental instability, physical weakness, pain. If it meets a magic it doesn't like, it takes it in, and begins to destroy it. At my cost. The bastard.
So that means if Sirius' magic is deadly, and if he keeps fucking me, it might kill me.
... What a way to die.