i.h- hey everyone. I'm back yet again, and this time with a Harry Potter Fic! Lol big change from Beyblade eh? Lol. Anyway, I've had this stuck in my mind for a long while now, and it was really starting to bug me, having it in my mind all the time. I hope ya's enjoy.

'thoughts'

"speech"

emphasis, flashback

"dog talking"

Disclaimer- I do not own anything in reference to Harry Potter. I only own this plot and my cat.

Chapter One

'I had to have done something wrong….'

'Why else would this be happening…to me?'

These were the thoughts running through his mind as he tried to figure out what he might have done that would have caused this.

'Unless this is all just one big joke that someone decided to play on me. Or maybe, it's all just a dream…'

He let his thoughts wander back a moment, trying to remember every detail that had happened. Just as it was starting to come back to him, another kick to the head brought him reeling back to what was happening at the present. The kicking had been going on now for only a few minutes, after he had tried to defend himself. But to him, it felt like an eternity.

A hooded figure came closer to the group that was administering the pain upon him. The figure gave a sharp command to the others as another kick landed to his head. As the darkness started to consume him, he had two thoughts going through his foggy mind:

'That bloody voice…'

And,

For the first time in his entire life, he wished his fellow Slytherins had a heart.

Herminie Granger cursed under her breath as she rushed towards a group of boys dressed in green- marking them as Slytherins- in a circle kicking at someone or something.

Herminie had just been returning from running an errand that was to be done by the Head Girl and Head Boy. Herminie, being the Head Girl had made it just on time. This years Head Boy had never shown up, although he was all too eager to show his face earlier. She clenched her fists together as memories of what he had said to her returned. Another year back at Hogwarts and on the second day she had come to the same conclusion that she had been coming to during previous years: Draco Malfoy was an egotistical jackass.

"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped at the group of fifth years as one of them gave another kick. "I highly suggest that you all get back to your dorm rooms this instance before I report this to the Head Master," Herminie threatened through a clenched jaw as they started to back away. The leader of the bunch looked from whatever it was they were kicking, and then back to Hermione, before grumbling under his breath and leading his friends away.

Lying on the ground was a beautiful husky. His silky fur was white with silvery grey throughout it. He also had black markings under his eyes (If any of you have played Shadow Hearts II, the markings are the same as the ones that Blanca has). There were patches of blood from where some of the kicks had hit more tender areas. He looked to be big, even for the breed.

Hermione rushed over to his side and kneeled down. Moving some of her robes to the side, she put his head on her lap and opened his eyes to see if they would respond to anything. His eyes were rolled back, showing that he was just unconscious. Hermione gave a sigh of relief as she looked up to see if anyone was around. Her chances of seeing someone were slim because it was past curfew. A slight movement caught her eye. When she turned her head to get a better look, she let out a growl of annoyance. Now twenty feet away from where she sat, were two pairs of familiar shoes heading away from the Quidditch pitch.

"You two are getting too tall for that. Anyone can see your feet," she informed them, scaring the living daylights out of them at the same time. "And I'm sure that you both know that it is past curfew, am I right?"

After getting over their fright, and recognizing her voice, the boys let out a sigh of relief that it hadn't been a teacher, before taking the invisibility cloak off.

"Bloody hell 'Mione," Ron exclaimed as he walked towards her while putting his broom behind his back, causing Hermione to raise an eyebrow. "You scared the shit out of us!"

"Listen, 'Mione, we know it's after curfew, but it's only like five minutes after. We just wanted to try a new move before we left." The whole time Harry was explaining, Ron stood there nodding his head vigorously up and down and when Harry gave him a pointed look, he pointed to Harry and agreed.

"Ya, what he said."

Hermione shook her head at the two of them. 'Sometimes I wonder how I can put up with them,' she thought.

"I'll tell you what guys. You two help me get this guy to my common room and I won't report the two of you or give you detention. Deal?" she bargained as she pointed to the dog that was half on her lap. Ron and Harry both leaned closer to see what she was talking about.

"What the hell happened to him?" Ron asked first.

"I found a group of Slytherins kicking and hitting him. So, will you help me with him or not?" The boys shared a look before looking back to Hermione and nodding. Hermione stood up to give her friends to pick the dog up. Harry attempted to pick the dog up by himself, as he had carried big dogs before, but he had to set the husky down after only a few steps.

"That is one heavy dog. Ron, give me a hand will ya?" Ron gave Harry a superior look as he walked over and also tried to carry the dog by himself, but didn't get much farther that Harry did.

"He is heavy, ain't he?" Ron said as Harry came over to help him out.

"'Isn't he', Ron, not 'ain't'," Hermione corrected as she followed after them.

On their way to the Head's common room, Hermione let her thoughts wander back to the last few days. All the students had returned yesterday to start a new year at the school of Wizardry and Witchcraft. While on the train, Hermione had found out that she would have to put up with Malfoy being Head Boy. At first, Hermione had felt that her last year at the wonderful school would turn out to be horrible, but then she remembered that Malfoy hadn't been so bad last year.

Earlier that morning, the Golden Trio had decided to go down to the lake. Spontaneously, the boys had decided that they had wanted to go swimming, so had then stripped down to their boxers. While Hermione had been watching them have a contest to see who could make the biggest splash, Malfoy had showed up. The conversation had started off civilly. Malfoy had asked why she wasn't swimming with the other two, and Hermione had answered that she didn't like to swim. He had then asked that was wrong with the mudblood because she was always hiding behind her robes or baggy clothing. Things might have gotten out of control if Ron and Harry hadn't noticed and gotten out of the lake. 'And then when the Head boy and girl have something to do, he doesn't show up,' Hermione complained to herself as they finally arrived at the right picture frame. The picture was of a middle-aged woman by the name of Ali, on a black stallion.

"'Evenin' Miss Granger. Is everything alright?" she asked when she saw the injured dog.

"Everything is fine Ali, thank-you. Kami kaze," she spoke the password, and the frame opened to allow them entrance.

Hermione had pulled a blank when it came to the task of choosing a password. After giving it a few moments of thought, Malfoy had said Kami kaze. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she asked what it meant after they had finished unpacking. When she had asked what the password meant, he had just gazed at her with those intriguing silver eyes of his. She was about to give up and go to bed, when he finally answered her.

"It means 'Divine Wind'. It's Japanese," and with that, he had gone back to staring into the fireplace from the green arm chair that he was sitting in.

The boys placed the dog down, and then tried to stretch their arms, and over exaggerated just a little bit. At this, Hermione rolled her eyes.

"He's not fat. It must either be muscle or you two are just a bunch of weaklings," Hermione teased as she went into the bathroom to her a wet facecloth. When she got back to the dog, she remembered something so she sat the facecloth down and went to get a piece of parchment and her quill. When she was done writing she handed the parchment to Harry. "If you run into anyone on your way back, just show that to them. It just states that I needed help with something and you two were helping." She then gave them each a fixed look. "And I put the time on the note too, so you better go straight back and right now too. And guys…thank you for helping,"

"No problem. Have a good night," Harry bit farewell as he headed to the door.

"Yeah, goodnight. We'll see ya tomorrow," Ron added as he followed Harry out of the portrait.

Hermione sighed as she looked down at the dog. She picked the facecloth back up and started to wipe some of the blood away.

"At least we have a week before classes begin to make sure that you're okay," she thought aloud.

Draco Malfoy walked across the field with a purposeful stride. He had been told that the Heads were to be at Hagrids at 8:00 to run an errand before the 9:00 curfew. A quick glance at his watch told him that it was 7:54. He grabbed his wand from his pocket and started to twirl it around as he thought back to that morning. He could tell that he had broken the unspoken pact between himself and Granger this morning when he had insulted her like that, but he couldn't help it.

He stopped in his tracks as a white flash of pain, far worse that any curse that had been used on him before, shot down from the base of his skull to his feet. He grunted in pain as he staggered forward a step. His sight seemed to get sharper and clearer than ever before, until his vision started to go blurry as the pain spread throughout the rest of his body. A haggard breath caught in his throat as he clutched as his head and sank down to his knees. Draco had dealt with breaking and mending bones before, during Quidditch, but nothing compared to this. This felt like every bone in his body were breaking, shifting, and mending.

Draco finally let out a yell of pain as his face began to reconstruct itself. As soon as the torment had begun, it ceased. Before Draco could examine himself or wonder what the hell had just happened, he slipped into a black bliss.

Draco woke with a start. His hazy eyes looked around for a bit, trying to figure out where he was. In front of him was a fireplace with a fire burning brightly. To his left was a deep green arm chair that he recognized.

'So I'm in the common room. Does that mean that it was all just a dream?" Draco wondered as he tried to sit up. 'What the hell?' he thought. It was then that he looked at himself. His once flawless skin was now covered with a think white and silvery grey fur. His hands and feet were replaced with paws and he had a…a tail!

"What the fuck!" he yelled, but it came out as a straggled growl.

"So you're finally awake. How are you feeling boy?" came the all too familiar voice of Hermione Granger. Draco watched her walk towards him with cautious, bewildered, steel eyes. When she got close enough to him, she reached out to pet him on the head, but Draco's ears went flat and his lips rose in a snarl.

"Fuck off Granger; I'm not a bloody pet. Keep your filthy hands to yourself," he growled out. Hermione's hand stopped just before his face when he started to growl. Looking disappointed, she took her hand back. She leaned have on her heals and looked him over, making Draco feel uncomfortable. He had never liked other people's scrutiny, as he got enough as home, let alone when he was for some strange reason a dog. To take his mind off of her observing eyes, he decided to examine her in return.

The princess of Gryffindor didn't look half bad this year.

Her frizzy mass of chestnut hair had finally calmed down, now falling in soft ringlets around her face and down and over her slender shoulders. Certain ways that the light shines on it, makes it look as if her hair was ever changing; from chestnut, to caramel, to copper, and back. Her swirling orbs of auburn that flashed dangerously when she was mad or pissed, or seamed to glow when she was happy or pleased with herself, were still fixed on him. Her lush pink lips were fixed in a semi frown as a few lines of concentration showed themselves on her forehead. Other than the lines of concentration, her face was clear of any blemishes. She was adorned with a muggle outfit. A form fitting tee-shirt with a low v-neck showed that Granger had filled out quite nicely. Because the shirt was form fitting, it also showed Draco that she had a nice flat stomach. She was also wearing a pair of low rise hip huggers that showed her perfectly curved hips. She was beautiful; and she either didn't realize it, thus why she was always hiding behind her robes, or she was just too modest.

Granger gave up staring at him, and walked off into the bathroom. Draco let out a sigh as he sunk to the floor and rested his head on his forepaws. He didn't know what the hell was happening, and why he was a damned dog, but he was determined to find out who did this to him, and make them turn him back…then…they would be in trouble.

i.h- so…what do you guys think eh? And I don't care if this story doesn't get any reviews or support; I'm going to continue with it. As for 'Life Goes On'……I'm kindda at rock bottom with it. I think that there will defiantly be a third chapter…I just don't know when I'll be finishing it. Anyway, I hope that you did like this.

Talk atcha's later

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