AN: Hello everyone! So here is my second story and, I know I had said that I was plotting a story line during the hunt for the horcrux' but I couldn't decide whether to do a JacobxHarry or JacobxDraco. So I thought of another plot so I can do both pairings at the same time. This plot came to me and I think I will stick to this for a while before I try the JacobxHarry story. Well, enjoy and please review! :)
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except for the plot of this story. All rights belong to Meyer and Rowling.
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It had begun. The battle at Hogwarts had started. The dark lord had just broken through the protective field around the school and the two opposing sides, good versus evil, light against dark had clashed together, fighting to the death.
Draco was afraid. He knew he made a mistake. He never should have gone along with the wishes of his father. He should not have taken on the dark mark. He was a foolish teen thinking that he would be someone of importance and of power if he took it. Mostly it was to gloat about it to his friends and he felt superior knowing that he was secretly in league with someone so powerful, but once he witnessed the tortures, the murders, and the dark lord himself killing randomly left and right without an ounce of remorse, he realized he had made a mistake.
Draco also realized that he had become something like the dark lords personal dog. He was forced into killing Dumbledore to clear you know who's path, which of course he failed to do, not because Severus took on the burden himself, but because he knew the moment he pointed his wand at Dumbledore, he couldn't do it. Kill, that is. He realized he probably wouldn't have the guts to kill anyone unless by accident or to save his own life. At least for now, Draco wasn't expected to join the fight. He was ordered to retrieve Rowena Ravenclaws Diadem in the room of requirement where there were mountains of things, more like mountains of junk, really. He was to take the diadem to the dark lord so that he could keep it safe along with Nagini. but Draco had made a decision. He didn't know why the dark lord wanted the tiara, but he made the conclusion that it must be a major factor into keeping him alive. It was made even clearer when he saw Harry holding the tiara in his hand, inspecting it closely.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry asked, hatred seeping in every word.
"I came for that." Draco replied. Crabb and Goyle were pointing their wands at Harry who held his wand pointed at Draco, but Draco made the decision not to pull out his wand. If he wanted to get Harry to trust in his words, he was going to have to keep himself vulnerable. Let Harry know that he wasn't going to fight him.
"Put your wands away." Draco told Crabb and Goyle but they kept their wands up. "I came for that, to destroy it."
Harry laughed in anger. "You wanted to destroy it? You were probably just fetching it for Voldemort!"
"I made a mistake." Draco tried reasoning with the raven haired boy who looked extremely close to either hexing him or killing him, probably killing him, since they were in the middle of a full blown, life or death battle. "I don't want this. I don't want to keep making mistakes. Please…Harry," he used the boy's first name for the first time in his life. He needed to show he was being sincere. "Please believe me. I wanna help."
"Draco, what are you saying?" Crabb hissed at him. "Are you betraying Him?" Vincent moved his wand to point at Draco. Goyle found himself confused as to whether he should aim at Harry or Draco, but decided to keep aim at Harry.
Draco walked backwards towards where Harry stood, hands in the air in surrender as Crabb's anger seemed to skyrocket.
"He was the wrong choice. I thought you would want a way out…before it's too late." Draco said carefully watching Crabbs wand.
Harry watched the happenings in front of him in shock. Was Malfoy really changing sides? Was he really trying to help him? Harry noticed that they had formed a triangle. And Draco and he were both at a different point, alone.
"No!" Crabb yelled and Draco flinched. "You're supposed to stay by His side." Crabb's wand hand was shaking now. "He will kill you if you do this."
"I've already made the choice." Draco responded and for a second, Crabb's anger faultered into one of disbelief, denial, and then Draco could almost see the wheels turning in Crabb's head. Draco has known him so long that he could read his way of reasoning almost as fast as he thought it up. He was blaming Harry for his betrayal to the dark lord. He was thinking that if he were to kill Harry, Draco would realize he was mistaken and not only that but then the dark lord would be extremely happy to have Harry out of his way at long last.
Draco jumped even before Crabb pointed his wand at Harry.
"Sectumsempra!"
Draco had only a fraction of a second to realize that he was jumping in front of the same curse that Harry got him with in year 6. It's not fair, and why the hell wouldn't Crabb just use the killing curse if he wanted to kill Potter? Idiot.
Pain…searing, burning pain. Just like he remembered it.
Draco landed on the floor in front of Harry, blood pooling from his side. He was a bit relieved though when he was able to function still. The last time, the injury was so great he couldn't think of anything but the pain. Now he was able to take in his surroundings. Crabb has terrible aim.
Draco heard Harry in a magical battle against Crabb and Goyle and then suddenly he heard the Weasel's yelling.
"Harry!" and there is Granger's voice.
Draco turned over to lie on his back and saw Ron running after his two ex-allies, chasing them away.
"…Malfoy I…I didn't believe you." Harry said as he kneeled next to him, Granger kneeling too.
"Do you believe me now?" he gasped out in pain.
"Of course. You saved my life." Harry pointed his wand at the deep cut on the right side of Draco's waist in an attempt to heal as much as he could.
"He saved you?" Hermione asked in disbelief but worry shown on her face.
"Yes. Listen Hermione, the tiara got thrown up there," Harry said pointing at the pile of junk beside them, "while I was fighting them. Go up and find it while I try to heal him."
Hermione nodded and quickly began climbing and searching.
"Don't waste your energy. The healing spell for this curse is too complicated. Snape taught it to me once but I couldn't even execute it properly."
"I'll go get help for you."
"Harry I can't find it!" Hermione yelled from somewhere above.
"Go help her." Draco told Harry and made to sit up. "My wound doesn't seem life threatening. Crabb has horrible aim."
"You can still bleed to death."
"Then go help her before I do bleed to death. "
Harry nodded and climbed up the junk. Draco looked down at his side. The curse had cut through his black coat so he took it off to inspect the wound better. It was deep and nasty and it hurt like hell. He used the jacket and applied pressure against his side, trying to keep himself from bleeding out much.
There was a panicked yell that came from where Ron had chased Crabb and Goyle. He looked and saw an orange glow growing from somewhere between the mounds of junk and then Ron appeared, running away from the glow.
"He set the bloody place on fire!"
Draco looked up and saw that Harry and Hermione had found the tiara and were just jumping onto the ground when Ron reached them.
Here was another quick realization taking form in Draco's mind. The fire was blazing out of control at a very fast pace. He was injured and the golden trio would never escape the flames if they tried to help him out of there too. Draco knew that Harry's saving people complex would kick in and try to save him even if he said to leave him there, so there was only one thing to do.
Harry watched in horror as Draco pulled out his wand and aimed at the mountain of junk. He knew what Draco was planning so he ran trying to reach the blond before it was too late.
"Expulso!" Draco yelled and there was a large explosion at the base of the junk causing it to shift and fall over, creating a large wall between the trio and himself.
"Draco!"
Draco could hear Harry's yell for him. He took in a deep breath flinching as it caused him pain and then yelled back.
"Go!" he took another breath, "Finish him!"
There was a pause before; "I'm sorry!" came back.
"So am I." He whispered to himself. He could hear the roaring flames getting louder and when he turned, he saw the fire was already consuming the junk beside him.
Draco had no strength left as he was and he knew there was only one way he could possibly have a chance of escaping alive. He had to use his animagus form. It would give him some more strength.
He took a breath and shifted. There amidst a roaring, out of control fire, stood a snow white wolf with silver eyes, red blood tainting the white fur on his side.
Run! He yelled at himself and started running as fast as his injury allowed him too, searching for a way out.
He was panting loudly and pain was erupting from his side, running throughout his whole body. He knew he wasn't going to find an exit. He would burn to death in a room that vanished and…wait! The vanishing cabinet! Maybe it's still in here. It should be around here somewhere! He tried to pick up his pace but was having trouble breathing because of the smoke, so he only managed to slow down. The fire raced ahead of him now, burning the mountains of junk surrounding him and he could hear more than see the fire shaped dragon racing towards him from behind and…There it is! Everything was collapsing around him now and just as he reached the cabinet, a big square cage fell on top of him, driving him to the floor. He just knew his paw was broke, but he pushed the pain aside as much as possible, pushed the cage off and leapt.
He crashed into the inside of the vanishing cabinet just as the fire reached him. The cabinet rocked and fell backwards causing the door to fly shut and then…silence. He knew he had made it out in time, but he wasn't feeling all that great. His vision blurred. He was losing too much blood.
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"Dad, stop bringing junk home." Jacob complained as he saw Billy wheeling himself into the house, a smirking Paul hauling in a very big cabinet on his back.
"But Jakey," Paul teased, "it's fine décor for your lovely abode."
"It's junk." Jacob said as he sat on the couch. "It looks old and it smells weird. Like…I don't know, just old."
"It's an antique." Billy said as he wheeled himself into the small living room. "Jacob, move my recliner chair from the corner."
"You're giving up your special spot to watch T.V. for a cabinet." Jacob stated as he went to move the chair. "Fine, but don't complain about it later."
"Just move the chair. Beside's it's the perfect spot for the cabinet." Billy said and watched as Jacob moved the chair and Paul placed the cabinet down in its place.
"Where'd you even get the thing?" Jacob eyed the cabinet. He noticed that the cabinet was still about a foot taller than his already 6 ft and 4 inches. "Its old, it's black, and it's really eerie looking."
"Sue has a friend, Marie, who moved to London a few years ago. You probably don't remember her." Billy said as he grabbed a towel and began trying to wipe the dirt of the cabinet. "Anyway, she came across someone who was selling a bunch of antiques and this cabinet caught her eye. The man said it was useless to him now and persuaded her with its uniqueness."
"Unique? It just looks like old wood to me." Jacob said as he sat back down, Paul right beside him.
"It's one of only two cabinets ever made in this style and they are hundreds of years old, according to what the man told Marie."
"Sure. So did this man tell her where its twin is and why do you have it if she sent it for Sue?" Jacob said as he grabbed the remote to turn the T.V. on.
"No, he told her its twin's location is unknown."
"Well feel free to remove it once you get tired of it." Jacob turned the T.V. on and put the news.
Billy sighed as he knew all too well why Jacob would watch the news every hour or so.
"Jacob, Bella will be ok. It was her choice to go and if something does happen to her then it'll only be her fault. You did warn her and begged her not to go. Don't torture yourself watching the news to see if she is found dead."
Jacob sighed and an angry frown marred his tanned face. "I hate that I love her so much. I can't believe she chose to go to him even if it meant her possible death!" Jacob threw the remote and went to his room, slamming the door shut. Jacob hated that the pixie vampire appeared suddenly after so many months to take Bella to Edward. He hated that he was so close to getting Bella to fall for him and forget about the leech and he hated that she chose to risk her life for the bastard.
It had already been 3 days since Bella had left and Jacob hadn't heard from her. Charlie had told Billy that she hadn't called either.
Jacob lay in his bed and closed his eyes breathing in and out trying to calm his anger before he shifted. He lay there so long that he fell asleep.
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Jacob woke up and realized that it was morning and he groaned. It was time for his patrol shift. He got out of bed and stretched. When he walked to the kitchen he saw Billy talking on the phone and Jacob could hear that it was Charlie.
(They got here late last night.) Jacob heard Charlie say.
"Is Bella ok?" Jacob froze when he realized Charlie was saying that Bella returned.
(Yea, just exhausted. He was here too, but I told him to leave. I can't believe she would take him back after everything he did to her.)
Jacob left the house before his anger got out of control. He ran to the forest and shifted, not caring that his clothes shred to pieces. He ran straight to Forks and near the Cullen's house.
It's true. They all came back too.
He growled and ran away, back to the reservation for his patrol. He was surprised that Leah wasn't shifted yet. She was usually an early bird when it came to patrolling.
I'm not a damn bird. Leah's voice growled as she joined Jacob's mental connection. I'm surprised you're here so early. You usually show up late for your patrol.
Jacob couldn't help but relay the conversation he overheard with Billy and Charlie or the anger he felt that the leeches had returned.
They're back? Leah yelled out causing him to flinch.
Jacob growled an affirmative just as Leah came stomping towards him. As a wolf, it actually looked quite comical.
I think I finally, really understand what you went through when Sam left you for Emily. Jacob said and quickly muttered an apology when he saw and felt Leah's hurt.
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It was around six in the afternoon when Jacob was running through the forest headed home. He was angry beyond words. He had just confronted Bella and Edward outside the swan residence and he had almost fought the leech. But then Bella stopped them and she chose Edward. She never even gave him a chance to show her that he truly loved her. She turned a blind eye to his pain and chose the leech.
He stopped and calmed himself before going inside his house. He shifted back and climbed his bedroom window, pulled on some shorts and threw himself on the small bed. The house was quiet and he knew Billy wasn't home.
It was a sudden whiff of blood that had Jacob sniffing the air nervously. It wasn't Billy's so he was immediately relieved, but the scent of the blood, for some reason, sent tingles down his spine. He had never smelt this scent before but he felt like he knew it somehow.
He ran out of his room and into the living room where he saw complete chaos. The old cabinet that Billy had brought the day before now lay on its side. It had fallen over and broken the small table that occupied the center of the living room. The cabinet door lay open and Jacob could smell as well as see a small pool of blood in its interior. The blood trailed from the cabinet across the living room and out the back door. He felt a tremor of fear as he followed the trail of blood outside. Something about this blood called out to him and he was afraid to find out what lay at the end of the trail.
Jacob had his eyes downcast as he stepped outside his house and when he looked up to see where the trail of blood headed, he saw it. A beautiful white wolf lay on its left side, unconscious and bleeding to death by the tree line of the forest.
It was happening. He knew it once he saw the beautiful wolf. He was imprinting and it shocked him in place for a moment as he felt overwhelmed by the raw emotions of love coursing throughout his very core.
I imprinted on a wolf?
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An: So what do you think? What will Jacob do knowing that he has imprinted on a wolf? Although I think we all know who the wolf is. Please review and let me know your thoughts. :)