HI. MY HIATUS IS OVER. This story was supposed to be my submission to the HD Smoochfest on livejournal but the story was dropped because I was unable to make the deadline.. So, here it is! For all my HD readers, thanks for sticking by me. I really, really appreciate it. Loves to all of you!
Draco raced through the Forbidden Forest, moving at a speed fast enough to deter any predators. He barely heard anything from the surroundings as his body slid through the dead leaves, smooth and uninterrupted as water.
"Draco, this isn't the grandest of places for a parting... But I love you. Never forget us, my Draco. Never forget your pride." His mother's words echoed in his ears as he streaked through the forest. He had Oblivated his parents with his mother's wand and left them a note, promising them that he was alive and well, though gone. He had then morphed into his Animagus form and vanished into the forest. Draco suppressed the memories and cleared his mind, concentrating on moving ahead. Life would be easier, so much easier, if he were to run away.
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The Dark Lord had a small unit of the youngest Death Eaters in training to become Animagi to infiltrate Wizarding society without being too conspicuous. Draco was the only one of the squad that had survived. He remembered the way Malcolm Baddock had died during one of the sessions. Malcolm had started twitching violently, dangerous red sparks running upwards from his feet up his back and disappearing into his neck; raised furrows slithered under his skin and Malcolm's eyes rolled back into his head. He had uttered a long, terrible scream before collapsing in a pile before The Dark Lord. There were tufts of golden-brown fur sticking out of random spots in his body, and Voldemort had sneered.
"This boy was further along in his transformation than any of you. Yet he was careless and did not listen to me. His death will be a lesson to the rest of you." Voldemort twitched his wand and Malcolm's body rolled over on its own, facing the sky. His nose was pink and strangely flattened: he had been turning into a Kneazle.
The subsequent lessons found Draco working harder than the rest of the squad. He had been thrilled when pure white scales broke out all over his skin like nails, covering his body in an impenetrable armour. His own gray eyes brightened to silver, and he remembered the hidden greed in The Dark Lord's red eyes as he urged Draco to try harder. When the first feathers broke through the top of his head and his body lengthened, arms melting into his torso and legs fusing together in fast-forward. He had raised his head and hissed in subjugation to The Dark Lord, bowing his head. Nagini, coiled around Lord Voldemort's shoulders, had hissed back spitefully. She slid off and spoke to him after Lord Voldemort's had left.
"You are nothing, young-snake. You have-not seen more than this place. You had better learn-more, to serve my master. Pellet-eater!"
Draco had raised his head proudly, striking green feathers held out stiffly like a mane around his head.
"I am an Ophionus, sister breed of Basilisks. I am a life-snake. Where the Basilisk brought death, I brought life." Nagini had then crushed his tail with her huge looping coils and left, leaving him in human form cursing Lord Voldemort's snake.
Reviews, please! What did you think? :D sorry if I'm a bit rusty.