Obligatory disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to it. Everything referenced in this story, with the exception of original characters, are the property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: I had started two stories previously, and still have every intention of finishing them, but I had started them at a time in my life where they made sense. Unfortunately, I find myself in a much darker mindset, and it is difficult to get in that mindset again. Ideas were flowing that didn't fit either story, so another was born. It has similarities to my previous works, but not many. There may be characters reused, or themes, but this will have its own life and soul. So I welcome you to my story, and hope you enjoy the ride. This is most diffidently an M-for-Mature story, and is rated as 18+. There are numerous character references and cameos from other stories, movies etc, so if you can tell me where they are from, you get a gold star. ;-) Also, if you are offended, or bothered by demonic, sexual, and violent references and themes, I would move along. These aren't the droids you are looking for. -DeathDealerWolf

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Chapter 1: Binding

June 29th, 1997, 5:24PM

"LEAVE HIM ALONE! PLEASE!"

"Silence!"

Narcissa Malfoy gritted her teeth together, but held her tongue. An angry Lord Voldemort was not to be trifled with, but she could not stand by and do nothing.

"When Lord Voldemort gives an order, it is to be followed. Your husband failed to learn that, and it seems your son is determined to be just as much of a failure as Lucius."

Narcissus flinched at his words. A Malfoy, a failure? Never. "My Lord, you couldn't possible have expected Draco to complete his mission. No one had ever gotten that close to Dumbledore before. He couldn't have-"

"He had him cornered and did not kill him." Voldemort interrupted. "Maybe Draco was considering switching sides."

"No!" Narcissus yelled. "He would never betray his family like that! He-"

"I don't care if he betrays every last one of you! I want his loyalty to ME!" Voldemort roared.

It was then that Narcissus Malfoy knew. She had already lost her husband to the insane preaching of this man, but she would be damned if she let him corrupt her son completely as well. But this was not the time to act. Pulling her mask on, and protecting her mind with Occumely, she bowed her head in submission. "Your will be done, my Lord."

Voldemort smirked. "You would do well, Narcissa, to remember your place. I have no problem wiping the Malfoy line out."

Narcissa swallowed nervously. "Yes, my Lord. I apologize."

Voldemort shook his head in disgust, and left the room, his cloak billowing behind him. Narcissus waited until he was well out of earshot before letting out a strangled cry. She tried to leave, but her feet refused to carry her. With her wand, she shut the door, and curled up in a ball, and let the tears flow.

How did it come to this? How was it that her family was so broken? Her son in danger from their own side. Her husband suffering due to the spite of her allies. Their home taken over by Death Eaters, werewolves, vampires and the other Dark creatures in Voldemort's army. Her own sister looked at her in disgust, and whispered in the ear of the Dark Lord to murder Lucius and Draco. Where did it all go wrong?

She never heard the door open, but she let out a small yelp of surprise and she felt two hands helping her up to a sitting position. She looked up and saw the worried look on the face of Severus Snape.

"Narcissa, are you hurt?" he asked her quietly.

Narcissa couldn't help but let out a sob. "No, Severus, but my heart is broken."

Severus nodded, and seemed to understand. "Narcissa, I did all that I could to protect Draco. I was going to finish the mission the Dark Lord assigned him for him, and let him take the credit, but The Carrows, Greyback and Yaxley got there before I could."

"Severus, I do not blame you in the slightest. You have fulfilled you Vow to the letter. I hold your oath fulfilled." She grabbed his hand in hers, and the glowing lines that bound them all those months ago reappeared, then shattered to the floor and dematerialized. Severus let out a shaky sigh of relief, which Narcissa didn't miss.

"Severus, I am not ignorant. I am aware of how angry the Dark Lord is at Draco, and I would never risk losing you too. You mean too much to me…" she said with a sad smile.

Severus looked slightly uncomfortable, but he stood up and helped her to her feet nonetheless. "Narcissa… I am so sorry… but…" He struggled with the words he wished he would never have to speak to her.

Narcissa studied his face curiously, slowly growing more scared. Surely if something has rattled Severus, it must be bad. "Severus, what is it?" she asked slowly.

"The Dark Lord has passed judgment on Draco."

Narcissa sucked in a breath, and held it. She stared into Severus's eyes, begging him to tell her everything would be fine.

Severus shook his head slowly. "He is to be sent to the Doctor. He is to be the first test subject."

Narcissa Malfoy held her composure for about a second, before collapsing in a heap and started screaming. She wailed and cried, and pounded her fists into the unforgiving tiles. "Not Draco! Oh Merlin, please no!" she screamed. Severus wrapped his arms around her and whispered into her ear to compose herself for a moment. She struggled to take in deep breaths, but managed to look up at Severus's once more.

"Narcissa, I believe I can save him." He said softly.

The glimmer of hope and desperation that grew in her eyes was what he needed to see. "Severus? How?" she whispered.

"Will you tell no one?" he asked her.

"Not a soul." she replied.

He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Narcissa, my loyalties have always been, and will forever be to Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix. I have been a spy since the Dark Lord learned of the Prophecy."

Narcissa was stunned into silence, her mouth agape, dignity forgotten. She struggled to find something to say, but Severus beat her to it.

"I know, Narcissa, but the reasons for it are my own. But I believe that they can save Draco. But they will need your help. You are the last Malfoy here, and that mean only you can alter the Blood Wards to allow their access."

Narcissa thought about it for a split second. Continue to serve the Dark Lord, and risk losing everyone and everything she loved, or defect, join the Order, and possibly save Draco from his fate.

"I'll do anything you ask, Severus. I'll do anything they ask. Just save him. Please, Severus. Save my son." she begged. Severus nodded, and took her hand. He pulled her close and whispered into her ear.

"The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."

She gasped with recognition, as she felt the world squeeze in around her. There was a loud crack, and the last free Malfoy left the grounds.

"So what ultimately will be done to him?"

"A variety of things, my Lord. First, an injection consisting of werewulf blood, vampire venom, unicorn blood, and a binding agent. Zen, after ze toxins have fully circulate his body, we will perform ze ritual. with any luck, his mind will be completely shattered, leaving you in full control of his actions. Ze beginnings of your demonic and superhuman army!"

Voldemort smiled, amused by the Doctor's ignorance. He had no intention of mass producing this serum. His ultimate goal was to stabilize it, then use it himself. No one but him should have this power. It was his second-to-last step on the road to immortality. All he would need would be the Elder Wand, and he would be invincible.

"Very well, Doctor. Get on with it."

"My Lord, in doing more research, I have discovered some potential problems ve might run into."

Voldemort huffed with impatience. "Well, what are they then?" he snapped.

The Doctor, unfazed, or unaware of the danger he was in, continued. "well, if ze ritual is not completed properly, we run ze risk of either making ze subject complete brain dead, and devoid of all sentient life at all, or giving him full demonic powers, while retaining his mind. Obviously ze latter would be most problematic."

Voldemort paused to consider this. "Well, what is to be done to ensure his memories are lost without losing his mind completely?"

The Doctor smiled. "Nothing to drastic, my Lord. It will take about three to four days for ze dark spirits to respond to ze new powers he will emit, and another three or four for zem to break him. As long as we are not interrupted while he is absorbing his powers, and ze demons are not interrupted while zey are breaking his mind, there will be no problem. We simply must banish zem as soon as he is broken."

Voldemort nodded. "Get to it then, Doctor."

"Very well, my Lord" The Doctor responded with a bow, as Voldemort turned around with a swoosh of his cloak and left the dungeons.

Free of interruptions, The Doctor turned to his new subject. Stripped naked, Draco Malfoy laid gagged and strapped down to the table in the middle of the room, glaring at him with rage in his eyes. Rolling his eyes, the Doctor prepared the items for the various rituals that were to come.

"Oh, this is exciting, isn't it, Draco?" the Doctor teased. "Soon you will be nothing but a shell, filled with nothing but desire to serve your master. Does that not sound appealing?" Draco responded by giving him a middle finger. The Doctor laughed. "Defiant to ze end? I admire zat. Much like my father, and his brothers."

The Doctor walked up to Draco, and ran his hand through Draco's hair. Draco squirmed to get away, but couldn't move an inch. He settled for glaring at him some more.

"Soon, ze world will know of my work and zey will learn to respect and fear me! And then, the ze name Richtofen will be feared everywhere, second only to ze Dark Lord!" The Doctor took a deep breath to settle his nerves, and pulled out his ebony knife.

"Now, let's begin, shall we?"

Five days later

Harry Potter had seen his fair share of destruction and mayhem, but nothing to this scale. What was once a decorated and impressive manor, now stood less than a story tall, and was reduced to rubble. The fighting had been fierce, but both sides seemed to have suffered minimal casualties. It was fortunate that the wards had been fighting the Death Eaters, and Voldemort had not been here. As soon as his minions realized they were outnumbered, and out gunned, they fled, destroying the Manor as they ran. What a waste.

Harry shook his head, clearing his thoughts. When Snape and Narcissa Malfoy had shown up at Grimmauld Place, they had very nearly been killed on site. Luckily, they were first met by Tonks, who had expertly disarmed and bound them, and quickly summoned McGonagall. With her help, and Snape and Narcissa's memories, they were able to piece together the truth and figure out what had happened.

That night, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were escorted to Headquarters, and told everything. Snape was truly as spy for the Order, and had killed Dumbledore on Dumbledore's own orders, to save Draco. Initially, Harry was furious, and more than willing to let Malfoy rot in hell for letting the Death Eaters into the castle in the first place, but the more he heard about the situation that he and Narcissa were in, he found himself sympathizing with Draco more and more, much to his own dismay.

When he learned of the punishment Draco would receive, he was appalled. Voldemort was out of his mind. Summoning demons, and playing mad scientist? No way. Not if he had anything to say about it.

So Snape was released, sent back to Voldemort with the cover story of trying to follow Narcissa. She would stay at Grimmauld Place, since her defection would be clear soon anyways. She spent the next few days with Hermione and Lupin, doing research on how to break the demonic circle that Draco would undoubtedly be protected by. On the fourth day, Hermione struck gold. That night, they Order practiced and prepared. They next day, at dawn, they attacked.

"Harry! Over here!"

He turned to the source of the voice, and saw a bushy haired girl climbing over some rubble that used to be a bedroom. "Coming, Hermione!" he replied, before making his way to her. When he reached her, she was already talking to McGonagall, Lupin, Tonks, and Kingsley. "I'm here." he said, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"Harry, we think Malfoy is right under us." Hermione said grimly. "Feel how your feet seem to be floating slightly?"

Harry looked down and wiggled his toes inside his shoes. Much to his surprise, the dirt and rocks under them seemed to move like dust on water. "So what do we do?" he asked.

"There isn't much time." Lupin replied. "For all we know, he may have only a few hours. There isn't enough time to dig around this. I say we blast it from above, and take out chances."

"Remus, you aren't thinking things through." Kingsley replied in his rich voice. "If we do that, we risk crushing Draco under the rubble. Then Dumbledore's sacrifice will be for nothing." Lupin looked away, chewing his lip. Tonks took his hand in hers, and squeezed it comfortingly.

Hermione cleared her throat nervously. "Well, as I was saying before Harry arrived, what we could do is clear as much rubble as we can, until we see the barrier. Then, we can break it down, and there would be much less rubble to worry about. I'm sure Malfoy wouldn't mind getting his with a few rocks in exchange for getting out of there…"

The group looked around each other, looking for a better suggestion. When none was found, McGonagall sighed. "Very well. Potter, Lupin, and Tonks. You work on blasting this rubble away, and Kingsley, Miss Granger and I will keep watch for any problems. We will help when we can, but we will prioritize banishing those ungodly creatures."

Everyone nodded and got to work.

One hour later

"We got it!"

Everyone rushed over to Lupin and Tonks, who were looking at what seemed like a small window in the ground. When Harry looked down, he gasped. "Oh, Merlin, no…"

Below them, Malfoy lay strapped to a table, surrounded by demonic symbols written in what looked like blood on the floor. The field seemed to extend for about fifteen feet in every direction from him, and they were standing right above him.

Hermione and Tonks let out yelps as one of the symbols suddenly began to glow, and out of it climbed a creature that looked horrifying. A humanoid, fiery red, with scales covering its body, and vicious looking claws and teeth. It seemed oblivious to them, as it climbed in top of Draco, and straddled him. It leaned over and buried its face on Draco's neck, and a split second later, they saw Draco screaming, his hands and feet moving wildly.

"Fuck, we've got to get in there!" Harry cried, snapping everyone out of their stunned trances. As one, they shouted the spell they had practiced the night before, and suddenly, they were falling.

Hermione had believed she was prepared for what they would see once they found Draco. She was wrong. Everything looked the way it should, but she underestimated the feeling of being inside the drawn circle. This was worse than sharing a room with a dementor. All hope, all good feeling left her body the second she crashed into the ground. She looked up terrified, as the creature on top of Malfoy sat up slowly, blood dripping from its serrated teeth.

"Dez los pruzah. Aan zahrahmiik." the demon spoke. Hermione could do nothing be gaze back it in horror as it stared right at her. The creature's mouth split into what looked like a grin. "Dinok meyzze, Kiir. Faas ni. Geinmaar kos volaan."

It slid off of Draco and began to approach her. However, as soon as it took its third step, it was blasted off of his feet with a flash of light.

"HERMIONE!"

With the demon's gaze off of her, she suddenly felt more alive, and lighter. The outside world seemed to suddenly reappear. She scrambled to her feet, hissing as she cut her palms on broken glass and rocks. She examined her hands, but they wounds seemed superficial. Nothing she couldn't fix with her wand later. She turned her attention to everyone else.

Lupin was limping, using Tonks as support. Hermione suspected he twisted his ankle as they fell. McGonagall looked shaken, but still stood tall, forcing the demon back into its portal with her wand. Harry and Kingsley were on the opposite side of the room, Kingsley forcibly holding Harry back.

"Hermione! Are you okay?" Harry asked desperately.

"Yes, Harry! I'm okay. Kingsley, it's alright. McGonagall's got it." Hermione replied tiredly.

Kingsley released Harry, who rushed over to Hermione, holding her face in his hands, and stared into her eyes. He took a finger and moved back and forth in front of Hermione, but she had difficulty tracking it. "Lumos." he said, lighting his wand and holding it above her eyes. "Fuck, you have a concussion. We need to get you out of here." he said grimly.

Hermione was about to argue, but she felt a wave a nausea and sleepiness wash over her. "You might be right, Harry. Let's get Malfoy, close the portals, and get out of here."

They all turned their attention to the pale blonde lying in the center of the room. He looked terrible. Dried blood covered his body in what looked like bite mark shapes, but there were no wounds under them. His eyes were unfocused, and he didn't seem to notice them. Hermione looked to his neck, and gasped. There was a good amount of fresh blood on the table and covering his neck, but the skin had healed.

"Oh, Merlin, we need to get him out of here. He needs to see Madam Pomfrey immediately." She said, regretting talking as soon as she finished. Nausea washed over her more, and she felt dizzy. She started to fall forward, and put her hands on Draco's chest to steady herself.

The second she did, there was a flash of light, and everyone but Hermione was thrown backwards. She screamed, and tried to pull her hands away, but they refused to move. She felt a heat radiating from Draco's skin and it was crawling up her arms. She looked at his face and screamed again.

He was looking at her. His head was up, and his eyes were locked on hers. His eyes. His eyes. She remembered them perfectly. Those pools of molten silver. But what she saw now was not that. These were deep pools of black, and she felt herself being pulled into them.

"Draco! Stop!" she cried weakly.

And to her surprise, everything did stop. She was able to pull her hands away, and she clutched them to her chest. She felt arms around her, which was good, because she felt dizzier than ever. The world was spinning. Everything was going dark. Distantly, she heard her name, but couldn't tell who said it. Sleep. Sleep sounded good…

"Hermione! Fuck!" Harry held her steady as she passed out. "Professor, we need to get her out of here!"

McGonagall hurried over to him. "We'll Apparate to Grimmauld Place. Poppy is waiting for us there. Let me take her." Harry cautiously transferred Hermione to McGonagall, then turned to unstrapped Malfoy when he froze in his tracks.

Draco was sitting up. The leather cuffs that were holding him down were still around his wrists and ankles, but the straps they had been attached to were shredded. He was seemingly staring at Harry, his eyes filled with desperate hunger and want.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked cautiously, as he held up his wand. "Are you there, Malfoy?"

With a fluid grace that no one should have naturally, Malfoy slid off the table, and walked towards them.

"That's far enough, Malfoy. Don't move." Harry warned. To his surprise, he stopped walking, but it was apparent not he was not looking at Harry, but Hermione and McGonagall. He gasped as they Disapparited. He turned to Harry and pleaded with his eyes.

Harry was unsure what to do, but they needed to get out of here. Voldemort would learn about this soon enough. They couldn't be here when he got back. "Come on, Malfoy, let's go." He grabbed his hand, and Apparated them to Headquarters.

The light hurt. Every sound hurt. The world hurt. Hermione winced as the pain in her head reached a new high. There was a commotion outside, and it was not helping. "For fucks sake…" she mumbled, feeling around for her wand. Once she found it, she sat up slowly, and used it to throw the door open.

Ron entered her room, backwards. Hermione found this curious, until it was apparent that Harry had pushed him in like this, and was stopping him from leaving. She was about to ask what was going on, when he walked in. She felt the air in the room rush out, and the rest of the world faded away. His eyes turned to her and locked on hers. Molten silver.

Someone walked in front of him, and the illusion was shattered. Hermione shook her head to clear her senses, and regretted the decision immediately. Dizziness and nausea flooded her, and she groaned and held her head steady.

"You have no right to be in here, Ferret! Get out of here! This is all your fault!" Ron yelled.

Hermione winced. "Ron, please. Quieter." she mumbled. Ron said nothing, but continued to glare at Draco.

"Ron, if he says he can help, we have to let him try. She was asleep for a week until we let him close to her." Harry said quietly.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. A week? Had it really been that long? She turned to Draco, and felt a tug on her heart and mind. He nodded, as if answering her question. Odd.

"I don't care. She wouldn't be sick if it wasn't for him!" Ron spat, his voice rising again.

"Ron." Hermione groaned, covering her ears, and closing her eyes.

She must have dosed off, because the next thing she knew, she was lying on her back again, and it was dark.

"Good evening, Hermione."

She yelped, and sat up quickly, only to find Draco sitting at the foot of her bed."Malfoy? What-"

He held up a hand, and she snapped her mouth shut. "All in due time, but first things first. How do you feel?" he asked quietly.

Hermione tilted her head and thought about it. The headache and dizziness were gone, and she didn't feel sick anymore. "Better. A lot better actually." she replied.

He smiled, which looked odd on his normally sneering face, but Hermione found it slightly attractive, much to her embarrassment. The smirk that grew on his face was more familiar, but unnerving. It was almost like he knew what she was thinking.

That's because I do. You think too loud, Master.

Hermione froze. She heard that, but it wasn't with her ears. What was going on?

Draco stood up, and pulled off his shirt. Hermione gasped, and instantly knew she had royally fucked up. The memories of the raid flooded her, and she remembered everything. Narcissa had said there would be a binding spell on Draco when they found him. It was how Voldemort would control him. And it would react to anyone who touched him with their own blood.

Hermione stared at her own bloody handprints on Draco's chest, and felt the nausea return as he kneeled next to her, and rested his head on her hand. Oh Merlin, what had she done?

A/N: Let me know what you think. -DeathDealerWolf