A/N: Okay, so this is the second to last chapter. I hope you guys like this and that you will agree with what happens to Aubrey. My husband actually added a few lines to the spell at the end lol. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 32: A Torturous Spell

Harry was admitted quickly and Hermione stayed with him as much as she could. He hadn't said a word since they had left Draco and Ron. Hermione was very concerned about him.

"Ms. Granger," a mediwitch said as she walked into the room.

Hermione looked away from Harry who was now asleep after getting another dose of calming draught. The mediwitch motioned for her to come into the hallway. She sighed and left Harry reluctantly.

"Mr. Potter's healer would like to speak with you," she said as she closed Harry's door behind Hermione. She nodded and turned to see a healer that she knew worked in the Spell Damage part of the hospital. He was a mind healer. Her concern grew.

"Ms. Granger, my name is Healer O'Reiley, will you follow me for a moment," he introduced himself in heavily accented Irish. Hermione nodded and followed him towards a small room. He gestured inside and they both took a seat at the table. He straightened his robes and looked down at some parchment he had with him. "I have read through the results of Mr. Potter's mental exam that was done when he was brought in. It appears that he may have had some sort of mental break that has caused him to go into shock. I understand that he saw someone he loves be killed several times in front of him?" he asked. Hermione nodded. The healer nodded as well. "He was here a few weeks ago with a severe injury that nearly killed him, correct?"

"Yes. He was cursed by a cutting spell that he almost died from. The injury hasn't mended completely because the man who cast it on him, also cast a separate spell that prevents it from healing," she explained.

The healer nodded and jotted down this information. "I believe that his mental state that he is currently in will not be alleviated until the countercurse is done on his injury. I had wondered if there was a separate curse within him because there is this sort of black cloud that is within his mind that seemed to have been set in motion by today's events. I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure," Healer O'Reiley stated.

Hermione's worry deepened. "So if the countercurse isn't cast on him, what does that mean for him?"

Healer O'Reiley frowned deeply and sighed. "It means that Mr. Potter will not come out of his current mental state. How he is right now, sleeping or staring blankly, that will be how he remains until the curse is lifted. We've examined the curse and it is nothing that we've ever seen before. We do not know how to break it. I believe the only person who can, is the one who cast it. I'm very sorry for my unfortunate news, but that's all that can be done." He stood and gripped her shoulder briefly before he left. Hermione felt tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart broke for Harry.

She quickly left the office and checked in on Harry. He was the same which made her feel sadder. She left quickly and flooed back to Ron's office. She was going to get that countercurse out of Aubrey if it was the last thing she did.


Draco and Ron arrived at Aubrey's cell. The auror guarding his cell looked at Ron with raised eyebrows. "Mr. Malfoy will be coming in with me," Ron stated. Draco looked over at him in surprise at the authoritative tone he used. The auror glanced at Draco before he nodded and opened the cell for them. Draco followed Ron in, allowing him to take the lead. Aubrey looked up at the both of them and chuckled.

"What's so funny, Aubrey?" Ron questioned in a scathing tone.

"Nothing really. How's Potter?" he asked in a tone that neither Ron nor Draco liked. Aubrey chuckled again at the looks on their faces. "You have no idea, do you?"

Draco moved around Ron, his anger spiking. "What did you do to him?" he demanded, pointing his wand at him.

"I might as well tell you. I haven't quite figured out how I'm getting out of here," Aubrey said.

"You're never getting out of here except when you're on your way to Azkaban," Ron said through clenched teeth.

Aubrey shrugged. "Eh, doesn't matter, Potter is broken so if I couldn't have him dead, at least there's that," he said with a smug smile.

"What are you talking about?" Draco demanded.

Aubrey's mouth turned into an evil grin. Draco was about to lunge at him when there was a knock on Aubrey's cell door. "Auror Weasley, Ms. Granger is here and she must speak with you. She says it's very important," he told them.

Draco rushed out of the cell; Aubrey's evil cackling following him down the hall. Ron was close behind him as they met Hermione outside the cell block. Her grim expression had both men on edge.

"What's wrong?" Draco demanded frantically.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at him in pity. "I'm so sorry, Draco. I've just come from the hospital," she began.

Draco's legs began to shake and he sunk into a chair, thinking the worst. Hermione reached out and touched his arm. He looked up at her with grief filled eyes.

"Hermione, what happened to Harry?" Ron asked, his voice shaking.

"I'm sorry; I'm just really upset about all of this. He is fine in the sense that he's alive. But, his mind, Aubrey did something to him. He's… I'm sorry, Draco…. He won't recover from it unless Aubrey gives us the countercurse," Hermione stated, her voice breaking.

Draco frowned. "What's wrong with him?" he asked, his healer voice in place.

"Healer O'Reiley said that Harry has had some sort of mental break caused by a spell. It means that how you saw Harry before I took him to St. Mungo's, is how he will stay for the rest of his life unless Aubrey releases the spell on him," Hermione explained.

Draco frowned deeply and looked down towards where Aubrey was. "They can't break it themselves, can they?" he asked rhetorically. He knew Healer O'Reiley and respected him. He knew that he would try any spell that he knew to fix Harry, but Draco knew that he wouldn't use a dark magic spell on him which is what they needed to fix him.

Draco sighed. He didn't know what the countercurse was of course, but he knew a dark spell that would allow him to get it from Aubrey. He really didn't want to use it because he knew the damage it could do and even Aubrey didn't deserve that, but still, he wanted Harry better so they could be together. He figured it was a reasonable sacrifice and worth the risk of getting arrested because this spell surely would get him arrested, unless…. Draco looked at Ron carefully. Ron shifted uncomfortably.

"Malfoy, I don't like the way you're looking at me," Ron muttered nervously.

Draco looked around and found some parchment. He scribbled something on it and handed it to Ron. Ron frowned and looked down at the parchment. His eyes widened considerably as he understood what this spell did. It was bad, really bad. He looked up at Draco shaking his head in disbelief. Hermione looked between the two and then looked down at the parchment. She had a similar reaction, but her head shook back and forth more violently.

"Draco, you can't be serious," she whispered harshly.

"He won't give it to us otherwise," Draco insisted.

"Malfoy, that spell….." Ron trailed off, not even want to utter it aloud.

Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm going to see Harry," he muttered before he turned quickly and left. Ron and Hermione watched him go.

"Ron, that spell, he will surely be arrested," Hermione said quietly.

"He would, if someone who cares sees him do it," Ron whispered absently. He rubbed his chin as he thought about that spell.

Hermione's eyes widened. She looked down the hallway towards Aubrey. Draco was right, he wouldn't give up the countercurse willingly, but that spell was just a bit much even if it would give them the results they wanted. She sighed. "Let's go see Harry," she said as she placed her hand on Ron's arm. He was still deep in thought, but nodded. They left in the same direction that Draco had gone.


Draco took a deep breath before he entered Harry's room. He wasn't entirely prepared for what he saw. Harry was sitting up, but his eyes were glazed over as he stared across the room at nothing. Harry turned his head at the noise, but there was no acknowledgement that he knew it was Draco. Draco's heart broke. He walked over, gulping, and picked up Harry's hand into his own. Harry looked down at their joined hands, but didn't seem to understand.

"Harry, love, I'm so sorry. I should have known that this would happen to you. He is a dark wizard after all and I've seen this in others before. I know I can save you from this, but it would mean using a very, very dark spell to do it. Aubrey deserves to be tortured for the rest of his life, but this spell, it's even too much for him. I saw You Know Who use it a couple of times and Harry, it was awful. I want you to be better. I want us to go to that deserted island. I want us to get married and have kids and all of that. I want us to be professors at Hogwarts. I have never wanted anything so much in my life, but…" Draco stopped, overcome by the sorrow that he felt for Harry and their situation. He knew how to fix it, but he just couldn't.

"Malfoy, you have to do the spell," Ron said quietly as he and Hermione walked into Harry's room. Draco turned to look at him in disbelief, wiping at his eyes. Hermione nodded next to him.

"Is that really how you feel?" she asked. Draco nodded. "Then you need to do it. Harry deserves happiness and he has that with you. Fix him, Draco," Hermione begged.

Ron nodded at Draco in agreement. "But how?" Draco questioned.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. "Very carefully," Ron replied.


A few days had passed since Harry was admitted to the hospital and Aubrey was finally caught. Draco spent every moment he could with Harry even though his condition never changed. He hoped that it would so he wouldn't have to use the spell that they were planning to use, but he didn't change. It was harder and harder to see him every day and made Draco angrier and angrier. It was becoming easier for him to cast the spell on Aubrey. They had a plan and right now, they simply waited until it could be set in motion.

Ron had informed Draco that Aubrey was to be transferred to the highest security portion of Azkaban at midnight. Draco's job was to incapacitate the aurors transporting Aubrey while Ron waited in the wings to assist him once it was all settled. It was risky, but it had to be done.

"Harry, listen, tonight I am going to fix this. I'm hoping that it will go according to plan, but in case it doesn't, I want you to know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You've changed my life once again and I couldn't imagine going back to the way life was before you and I. I am putting my life in limbo for you and I couldn't possibly think of any other way to save you. I love you, Harry, and it's my turn to save you, once again," Draco promised him. He stood and pressed a firm kiss to Harry's lips. If only a kiss from the one you loved, could turn you back into yourself like the fairy tales, he thought. Draco left right after and made his way to the check point that Ron had established as the most opportune time to get to Aubrey.

Draco sat up in a tree the hung over the roadway. The aurors were using a horse drawn buggy to transport Aubrey. Draco found it to be a bit humorous as it seemed so medieval. Of course, they were witches and wizards after all and that was the times they essentially lived in. Modern technology didn't exactly work for them.

He waited patiently. He heard the signal he was waiting for from Ron that told him that not only was he there, but the buggy was drawing closer. Ron was going to cause the buggy to become immobile for a moment and lift the protective bubble that was surrounding it while Draco worked on the aurors. There were so many ways that this could go wrong and both of them hoped that it wouldn't happen.

Draco watched as the buggy approached. He crouched on the limb and soon the buggy was right below him. The buggy hit a large hole in the roadway and its wheel came flying off into the bushes near the tree Draco was in. The aurors cursed and got down as they went to examine the damage and find the wheel to repair it. Draco flicked his wand at the first auror who went down quickly. He set his sights on the other one who was still looking at the wagon wheel and grumbling.

"Roberts, what is taking so long?" the auror called out. He stood and looked over to where Roberts was lying. His eyes widened and he ran over to him. Draco struck him quickly and both aurors were out and not to be waking up any time soon. Draco stayed for a moment as he saw Ron come out from his hiding place and approach the back of the wagon. He motioned for Draco who jumped down from the tree and came over. Aubrey was in the back, shackled to the floor with his feet and his hands. Ron unlatched the back and the doors swung open showing the darkness behind them.

"Are we there already?" Aubrey drawled without looking up.

"Not quite," Draco said in a dark voice.

Aubrey's head jerked up and snapped to his left. He had the grace to show his fear at hearing Draco. He knew that he was in big trouble. Ron and Draco both appeared, but were wearing masks that looked similar to Death Eater masks. That did not alleviate Aubrey's fear.

"Give me the countercurse, Aubrey," Draco demanded his wand pointing at him.

Aubrey stared at him. He started to regain some of his composure and glared at Draco. "Over my dead body," he seethed.

"That can be arranged you know. You are all alone here. Your escorts won't be waking up any time soon. I could easily kill you," Draco responded.

"You could, but you still wouldn't have the countercurse," Aubrey pointed out as if it were obvious. His tone betrayed his confidence though as he couldn't quite suppress his fear.

Draco nodded in agreement which Aubrey didn't expect. "That is true. Aubrey, have you ever heard of the extractionem incantatores?" he questioned.

Aubrey lifted an eyebrow. "Of course, but it will only work if the person is incapacitated permanently," he replied.

Draco tipped his head to the side, which accented the evil grin on his mask. "Yes, that is very true. I'll give you another chance to give me the countercurse and you can go spend the rest of your life in Azkaban relatively safe," he said to him.

Aubrey shrank back slightly at the effect Draco's mask was giving off. "I'm not giving that to you," he replied, his voice shaking.

"Very well, then. Please consider my deepest sympathies for the pain you are about to endure. You messed with the wrong man when you set your sights on Harry Potter. You will never harm him or anyone else again. I've given you the opportunity to fix this with no harm to you, but you have chosen to not partake. I'm sure you are familiar with this spell as Voldemort used it a few times. I will give you one more chance to fix this," Draco said once again.

Aubrey looked very afraid, but he was prideful too and he wasn't about to give in. He didn't think that whatever spell Draco was going to use on him would be that horrible. "Not a chance," he bit out.

Draco glanced at Ron and sighed loudly. "Alright," he stated. Draco stepped back slightly, looking down at the ground in front of him. He removed his mask slowly and his determined gray eyes settled on Aubrey. "This is the last face you will see. I want it to be burned into your memory to remind you of all that you've done. You will never come near Harry again," Draco promised.

Aubrey gulped as he took him in. He looked so much like his father in that moment and Aubrey wouldn't admit it aloud, but that scared him deeply.

"Sic incantatum extractum cupis," Draco began. Aubrey looked at him feeling the countercurse floating towards the forefront of his mind. He had to do something so that Draco couldn't get the spell. Unfortunately for him, Ron had cast him immobile and he was unable to move his arms to prevent Draco from getting the spell. He still believed that he wasn't going to do anything too dark. He was purer than the rest of his family and Death Eaters.

"Ignem sui amoris ad inducere mea. Ignem sui Revertar. Tui autem conburet amplius," Draco continued. His voice became stronger as the spell went along.

Aubrey searched his mind for what spell this was. He had heard it before, but he couldn't place what it was. His eyes widened more, his confidence slipping.

"Conversus ad corpus tuum glácies. Sicut Parvula cultris confodere te in. Te potest non movere. Non potes effugere," Draco continued.

It dawned on Aubrey then and the spell came rushing back to him. He started to shake his head. He knew where this was going. "No, no, no," he muttered over and over again. Of all the spells that Draco could cast on him, he chose this one. It was one of the highest forms of torture that you could cast on your enemy. Voldemort had never used the spell to the extent that Draco was going with it. Aubrey knew that Draco had decided his fate and Aubrey knew that he should have just given Draco the countercurse. He would have still been himself, just locked away. Now he was going to be locked away, but never himself again. His mouth opened in a scream as Draco completed the spell.

"Ad mortem te non succumbant. Sed quiesce in aeternum constringitur," Draco finished through Aubrey's scream. The countercurse left Aubrey in a rush and slammed into Draco's head. He staggered back as it settled in him. He now knew the countercurse and could save Harry.

He looked at Aubrey whose eyes were flicking back and forth in pain. Draco knew what he was feeling. He returned the mask to his face, closed the door on Aubrey, and he and Ron turned and walked away.

The aurors would be waking soon and once they got to Azkaban, they were going to find that they had a prisoner who was not the way he had been when he was put in there and they would have no idea what happened to him. Draco and Ron had never left Harry's room where they were keeping vigil over him with Hermione. They would have no suspects.


Here is the spell in English and Latin. I used Google Translate so hopefully it's not too weird.

Extract the spell I so desire

To bring my love back to his fire

His fire I will return

While yours will burn no longer

Your body will turn to ice

As tiny knives stab within you

You cannot move

You cannot flee

You will not succumb to death

But stay frozen for eternity

Sic incantatum extractum cupis

Ignem sui amoris ad inducere mea

Ignem sui Revertar

Tui autem conburet amplius

Conversus ad corpus tuum glácies

Sicut Parvula cultris confodere te in

Te potest non movere

Non potes effugere

Ad mortem te non succumbant

Sed quiesce in aeternum constringitur