Note: Before you start reading, Harry and Draco and all the others are not at Hogwarts yet, as Hogwarts is a school for students aged 16+ in my story.
Chapter 1:
Lucius Malfoy woke up with a start. His wife was shaking him roughly, as their son's painful screeching could be heard from the next room. Lucius gave Narissica a reassuring look, before sprinting out of bed, hopping slightly as his feet made contact with the cold floor before running into his child's room. His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him.
Curled in a ball in the centre of his large cushioned bed sat Draco Malfoy, bright white feathers damped with blood stains that were imbedded into his shoulder blades, etched out to form the angelic like wings that were casing the boy. His hair now matched his father's, hanging around his face and curling on the bed, as his mouth hung open showing off four fangs that bore as he screeched words in his native tongue.
Lucius wasted no time in slinking over to the boy, being careful as to not provoke him.
"Draconis?" he beckoned softly parking his black PJ clad arse in the soft bed.
The child's screeches stopped for a matter of seconds as he uncurled himself to look at his father.
"Draconic, how you transformed?" the man asked, knowing fully well that he shouldn't be able to transform till his year of age.
"D-dream, they Beat, He Needs Help. I..." Draco rasped out, his tears flowing down his porcelain white face.
The elder Malfoy stood up and placed a hand on Draco's back.
"Son me and your mother are going to help them okay? We will bring them back here for you" He said, his hand now rubbing circles into Draco's back. The small scared boy nodded, his face buried into the mattress, his back slumping slightly with relief for a second, on knowing that his Beloved would be safe.
As the elder Malfoy left, he took a quick glance as Narissica, who was standing in the hallway, hand over her mouth. Their eyes met and they nodded before apperating away.