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The beast within
It was another cold, grey day in Wiltshire England, the wind howling through the old and grim stately manor on the hill. The perfect weather for funeral, light rain beat down steadily on the people gathered around the gaping hole in the ground awaiting a gleaming silver casket. Lucius Malfoy had finally died. Draco looked around at the hand full of people that had showed up to pay their respects, he has to smirk thinking of how minimal the attendance was, if only Lord Malfoy could see how little he mattered in the end even with the Malfoy name. The only one truly grieving being the long suffering widow Narcissa Malfoy who sobbed quietly with real tears running down her stoic face. A part of Draco wanted to hold her and giver comfort but his anger quickly pushed away soft sentiments he still bored for the woman he once called mother, the woman he had once blindly loved and idolized. When it was his turn to honor the man who had sired him Draco Malfoy did something he never thought he would do, he turned his back on his father and disapparated into thin air leaving half a dozen pure blood wizards and witches stunned.
"Miss Granger are you listening to me?" Hermione registered the drowsy voice of Healer Slunmten. "Miss Granger you must listen to what I am saying. This is very serious."
"I already know I'm dying Healer Slunmten. I can feel it." In fact Hermione had been in constant pain since the war; slowly deteriorating to the point of being hospitalized in St. Mungo's to await her death in 'comfort'. The problem was that the pain potions no longer worked the only thing they did was after eight years was for her mind. "I just want to die at home with my love ones."
"Miss Granger please be reasonable, what is happening to your body is powerful and at least here we can control some of the pain. Your family will not be able to help you at the end." The older wizard pleaded his bushy white brows furrowed in genuine concern for her. Hermione would not be swayed. She refused to die surrounded by healers and mediwitches at St. Mungo's. All she wanted was to be in her home with her friends and family.
"I want to go home today. I can feel that the end is here, please I don't want to die here." Hermione turned her face to where she thought Healer Slunmten was seated since she could no longer see anything but shadows and blurs. Tears where running down her face desperation painted clearly upon her pallor, she needed to make him understand.
"The pain will get worse; it will be like nothing you can possibly imagine."
"Thank You."
Draco rushed to his bathroom in agonizing pain. He doubled over unable to stand it any longer. He felt as if his insides where being ripped apart slowly. A white hot burning sensation ensued through veins and Draco fought the bile rising, he needed to concentrate on getting to his medicine cabinet, to the veela suppressing potion he perfected since the disgusting thing had waken within him the moment he turned seventeen. Taking deep calming breaths, clearing his mind slowly Draco leaned heavily on the wall to stand. Cold sweat broke on his skin from the effort but he managed to stand. As he took a wobbly breath, his eyes glazed over and he could hear her desperate pain filled screams.
He could feel her all around him drowning him in her fear, the Veela half was fighting to break though, he needed to go to her! NO! Draco pushed the feelings back with the little strength he had left but the veela would no longer be denied. The skin around his fingers started to retract and his nails sharpened in dangerous looking talons.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Draco had only turned into the beast twice, after coming in contact with his mate for the first time since the transformation took place and the second time had been so horrible that he had to avoid thinking about it because just the memories of what had happen to his mate brought the breast out. Both times he had had someone who knew the deepest darkest Malfoy secret. Unfortunately now he found himself alone and was afraid he wouldn't be able to control it. He finally reached the bathroom but stopped dead on his tracks this time he could see her writhing in pain, thrashing back and forward on a small bed, her pain so palpable it broke the beast from its restrains. Draco's teeth sharpened and he collapsed on the floor from the strain his body was suffering, the transformation had begun. That's how she found him, twisted in agony with wings breaking through the skin of his shoulder blades.
"Draco! Oh no." Narcissa rushed forward in a panic, Draco's transformation would soon be complete and no one would be able to stand in his way. "Stupify" she yelled pointing a wand at her son. When he finally stopped screaming and writhing Narcissa breathed out a sigh of relief but she knew the charm would not last. "Verital!" Narcissa yelled out and a small frighten house elf apparated in front of her.
"Madam call Verital?" The scared creature asked with a terrify voice.
""Keep him under the spell." The small elf nodded and snapped her fingers suspending Draco in the air frozen in time.
"I cant take it anymore, we have to take her back." Ginny cried, tears running down her pale cheeks. She sat downstairs in the Granger's kitchen with her mother Molly and Harry listening to the tortured screams of her best friend.
"We can't move her Ginny." Harry was struggling to hold back his own tears. The legendary Gryffindor courage abandoned him and Harry had fled from Hermione's childhood bedroom unable to look at her as life slipped away from her emaciated body.
"There must be something we can do, Harry she's in so much pain." Another blood curling scream broke through the house as if to emphasizes Ginny's words.
"Damn that bitch to hell!" Both Ginny and Harry turned to Molly who hadn't said a word since the screaming began. They didn't have to ask who Molly was referring too. Bellatrix Lastange had managed to kill herself another muggle born witch from beyond the grave, for Hermione was as good as dead.
A few months after the war, Hermione had started showing symptoms that something wasn't quite right. Once the scar Bellatrix left on Hermione's forearm started to swell the young witch had gone to St. Mungo's seeking answers. Unfortunately they had seen the symptoms before and it never ended in anything but an agonizing drawn out death. Bellatrix had laced the tip of the Black knife with a corrupted version of The Little Known poison. Apparently death eaters had been using the vile concoction on muggle born wizard for a few months before the war had ended but no one had been able to come up with an antidote. The only thing that had surprised the Healers was the fact that almost everyone that had been poisoned had died within two months, Hermione had lived eight years. Death had been preferable, her body had started a steady deterioration that had left her blind and crippled, with constant pain.
"Ginny is right Harry, we have to do something we can't just stand back and let her die."
"There is nothing else to try Molly; we have moved mountains trying to save her. All we can do is be here for her now."
"Maybe not" The occupants of the kitchen had been so distraught by the screams and agony that shrouded the house that they hadn't heard the soft pop of apparition or seen Narcissa standing in the archway leading to the living room. All three wands quickly pointed at the uninvited witch.
"What are you doing here?" Harry demanded harshly, although his tone was almost friendly compared to the hate filled look Molly had trained on the elegant blonde woman.
"I'm here to help."
"Are we supposed to believe that?" Molly demanded standing and walking slowly up to Narcissa who had yet to raise her wand.
"Yes, I know the only thing that might help her."
"Why should we trust you?" Harry asked seeing the desperation in the blonde's blue eyes.
"Because I would do anything for my son and if Miss Granger dies so will he." That statement throw off the other three people in the kitchen.
"What does Malfoy have to do with Hermione?" Harry continued more confused than ever.
"Draco is a veela and your Miss Granger is his mate. Veela venom when passed to the mate strengthens the person so they can mate with the Veela and live a longer life than natural."
"That's not possible, it's been ten years since they reached their adulthood and Draco has never even been in the proximity of Hermione. A veela can't stay away from its mate once it's reached adulthood." Molly pointed her wand higher at Narcissa's face the tip glowing. She would not fall for the other woman's lie.
"Listen to me all of you, we don't have time for this argument! Miss Granger won't last another ten minutes and the weaker she gets the worse their chances of survival becomes if it even works!" The blonde screamed in fear tears breaking free and rolling down her cheeks. Harry didn't trust a Malfoy but he had never seen this stone cold woman cry before and Hermione was his best friend, he would try anything even trusting a Malfoy if it had a glimmer of a chance at saving her life.
"What do we do?"
"Harry you can't be serious, she is not to be trusted." Molly turned her outraged eyes on the young wizard.
"I don't trust her Molly, but I have to try and save Hermione." Suddenly the screaming stopped and the house felt deathly silent.
" 'Moine come on wake up!" Ron's desperate pleas reached them making Harry's heart sink and Ginny started to sob loudly.
"It's too late" Ginny cried.
"No!" Narcissa snapped her fingers and Verital apparated in front of the group with Draco suspended in midair although his eyes were now opened with large black pupils eating up the whites. He began to struggle in slow motion against the elves' powerful magic and his wings began to grow once again. "Let him go." Suddenly Draco fell to the ground and started backing up and growling at them like a cornered wild beast.
"Come on Mione open your eyes." At the sound of Ron's voice Draco sniffed the air and snapped his head towards the stairs.
"Verital remove the occupants of Miss Granger's room or he will kill them." Before Narcissa finished her sentence Draco spread his snowy white wings like an avenging angel and flew up the stairs to his mate, the veela now fully in control.
The pain, there was so much pain wrapping around him, beckoning him closer. Why am I going towards the pain? Draco wondered as his wings spread out around him. He pushed of the ground and glided up the stairs. The pain wanted him, it promised death and death meant peace. Draco wanted peace more than anything in the world, once he reached the open doorway to a cream and pink child's room his heart started beating erratically. His senses fogged once again and the pain attacked, making him weak. He fell to his knees in front of the queen sized bed and vomited blood.
Draco felt the veela retreat in pain enough for him to look around, he didn't know where he was but he saw a beckoning pink aura around the bed and decided that was a good place to die. Once he climbed the bed he saw her, his mate. Her once frizzy brown hair now plastered to her head with sweat. Her beautiful lips were cracked and chapped and bleeding. Her body was rail thin with a grey tinged to her skin. His mate had suffered so much because of his stubbornness. The realization made his heart break. He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers finally doing what he'd craved for ten years. Exhaustion finally took over him and he let go, at last to the welcoming black abyss. His body fell on top of Hermione's chest to chest her heart still, his barely beating.