Author's Note: Yes, I have started a new multi-chaptered fic. Yes, it is another unabashed Dramione fic. I will still be updating All Things Truly Wicked as well as The Bridge. I have most of the next chapter for Bridge done, but I'm going to upload it tomorrow morning.

This story is written for the Album challenge. It is inspired by the album Sempiternal by Bring Me the Horizon. The first chapter is Can You Feel My Heart. I would recommend listening to it first to set the mood, but I realize that this genre of music may not be everyone's cup of tea and that people might just not want to. The story works regardless so you don't need to listen to the music to enjoy it.

Can you hear the silence?

Can you see the dark?

Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel... can you feel my heart?

"Such a shame you turned out to be a disappointment just like your father," Voldemort sneered. "How low the House of Malfoy has fallen."

Draco gritted his teeth, wishing he could curse the smirk off the bastard's face. Unfortunately, his hands were magically bound behind his back, and he had been forced to his knees in front of the Dark Lord. He mentally thanked whatever gods there were that they hadn't thought to take his wand. His crazy aunt Bellatrix stood behind him, one hand firmly clamped on his shoulder. He winced as her sharp nails dug into his flesh, sure that she had pierced the skin. The rest of the Death Eaters stood in a circle, silently watching him.

"My father was a fool to follow a monster like you," he spat. Bellatrix struck him across the cheek. His head whipped to the side with the force but he did not allow himself to react.

"How dare you speak to the Dark Lord that way," she shrieked. "You are blood traitor and a disgrace."

"I'd rather be both of those than a spineless Death Eater," Draco snarled back. Bellatrix raised her hand to strike him again.

"Enough, Bellatrix," Voldemort said quietly.

"But- but- my Lord," she stuttered.

"You heard your master," Draco sneered. Bellatrix gave him a furious look and her wand hand twitched.

"I have arranged some... entertainment for the evening," Voldemort announced. "Rodolphous, if you would be so kind as to let our guest in?" Rodolphous Lestrange silently opened one of the large wooden doors allowing a tall figure in. He had long unkempt grey hair, dirty worn clothes, scars on every inch of his skin, and yellowed teeth. It was Fenrir Greyback, Draco realized with unease. Bellatrix gave him a large grin that made his skin crawl. He instinctively knew something terrible was about to occur.

"My Lord," Fenrir Greyback said, as he bowed in front of Voldemort.

"Fenrir. Such a pleasure to have you join us this evening."

"Oh no, it is my pleasure," Fenrir replied with a feral grin as he straightened. "I don't mean any disrespect, my Lord, but we are running rather short on time." Voldemort waved a hand dismissively.

"Very well then, get on with it." Fenrir spun on his heel to face Draco. He gave Bellatrix a slight nod and Draco watched, confused, as she backed away with a maniacal smile as Fenrir approached him.

"Hello, Draco," he said crouching down to Draco's level. "We're about to have a bit of fun." He jumped up.

"I'm ready," he called. Voldemort waved his wand lazily and Draco watched with growing horror as wards formed a box around the center of the room. He was trapped with Greyback.

"No," he whispered in denial. How long had it been since he had been captured? Several weeks? Was it the full moon? He quickly tried to count the days hoping he was wrong. His thoughts were cut off as Fenrir let out a bloodcurdling scream. He watched with horror as the man's limbs elongated and began to sprout hair. Within a few seconds, Draco was faced with a fully grown werewolf. As Fenrir finished the transformation and settled into his form, he let out a long howl that made Draco shiver. He quietly shuffled away from the werewolf, cursing as his back hit the ward. Fenrir's head whipped towards Draco at the sound and he raised his hackles, growling lowly. Draco said a quiet prayer and closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

He screamed when Fenrir attacked. He continued screaming when the attacks did not stop. Trapped as they were, Fenrir had no release for his instincts except for Draco. The Death Eaters watched impassively as Draco screamed and Voldemort let out a cold, cruel laugh.

The next morning, Voldemort took the wards down after Fenrir had returned to his human form. Draco was unconscious and bleeding.

"Take him to the Forbidden Forest," he ordered two of the Death Eaters. His eyes swept over his followers. "Let this be a warning to all of you. I do not take traitors or cowards lightly." He swept out of the room, Bellatrix on his heels.

Severus waited until Voldemort was gone before he approached Draco's body.

"Allow me," he drawled. "I'm headed that way anyway," he said making sure to keep his tone light and not betray the horror or concern he felt for his godson. Rosier looked at him suspiciously and he made sure to school his expression.

"Very well. Merlin knows I'm exhausted. You're welcome to take the traitor." Severus nodded at him and Nott. He knelt down, grasping Draco's wrist tightly before activating the portkey that would take him just outside Hogwarts' wards. When they landed, he levitated Draco in front of him and rushed to the Hospital Wing.

When Draco awoke, he realized he was lying on soft, clean sheets rather than a cold stone floor. He attempted to sit up and groaned when he felt shooting pains all over his body. Madam Pomfrey appeared out of nowhere, and placed a light but firm hand on his shoulder.

"Not so fast, Mr. Malfoy. You've injured just about every inch of your body," she said disapprovingly as if it was his fault. He snarled at her, the pain making him snappish. She tsked at him. "None of that now," she scolded. She thrust a vial to his lips. When he refused to open his mouth to drink she sighed in exasperation.

"It's for the pain," she explained impatiently. Draco immediately opened his mouth, and forced the foul potion down. He sighed in relief as the shooting pains became dull throbs. It was rather like what he felt after a good quidditch practice, and much more manageable. He could hear Madam Pomfrey muttering to herself about uncooperative Slytherins as she fussed with his pillows. She cast a diagnostic spell over him and murmured to herself as she examined the results.

"Well," she told him, "your bones are healing nicely and your cuts are healed. A few of them were quite deep. I'm afraid they've scarred," she told him solemnly. "I'd like to keep you for a few more days until your bones have completely healed." Draco nodded woodenly.

"Am I..." he trailed off afraid to finish the question. She took a deep breath.

"Would you like a calming draught before I tell you?" Draco closed his eyes and shook his head. He felt nauseous at his growing certainty of his new identity.

"No. Just tell me," he whispered, needing to know for sure.

"Yes. You are a- a werewolf," she said quietly. Draco nodded, his eyes still closed. Madam Pomfrey stayed for a few more moments before finally leaving him alone. He let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. So this was the Dark Lord's punishment. At least he was alive, though he suspected that hadn't been part of Voldemort's plan. This was worse, he decided. Having to live with the knowledge that he was a monster was the worst thing Voldemort could have done to him. Death would have been a mercy.

When Draco next awoke, he was slightly disoriented, especially when he saw that Dumbledore and his godfather were at his bedside.

"Draco," Severus exclaimed, relief tangible in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

Draco tested his limbs and found most of the pain was gone. He was slightly sore but otherwise fine.

"Much better. I'm assuming you're the one who brought me here?" His godfather gave him a stiff nod.

"The Dark Lord ordered Rosier and Nott to leave you in the Forbidden Forest. I convinced them to let me take you instead and brought you here."

"Does anyone know I'm here," he asked curiously. "Or has everyone assumed that I'm dead?"

"Severus, Madam Pomfrey, and I are the only ones who know you are here. I am not sure where everyone else assumes you are, but it is my guess that Voldemort believes you are dead." Dumbledore told him. Draco nodded again wondering what his mother thought had happened to him.

"I didn't ask earlier but how long have I been here," he questioned.

"A week," Severus told him tersely. The first few days had been rough. There had been so much damage to Draco's body and they had almost lost him. He and Poppy had worked non-stop to keep him stable.

"I am so sorry, Draco," Dumbledore told him sincerely, his blue eyes slightly moist. "If I had known sending you back would be so dangerous-"

"I told you it was dangerous," Severus snarled, cutting him off. "I told you the Dark Lord was displeased with the Malfoy family. You already had me as a spy. You didn't need another one. I warned you, but you refused to listen, and now Draco is paying the price." Dumbledore bowed his head.

"I know. I cannot tell either of you how sorry I am. I am an old fool. Despite what others may think of me, I am only human after all. I can only apologize that you are suffering for my mistake."

Draco supposed he should be angry, but he couldn't find the strength for it.

"So what now," he asked tiredly. "Am I staying here until school starts?"

"That would probably be the safest option," Severus replied. "You can't very well return home. The headmaster has agreed to provide you your own quarters for protection and privacy." Draco wondered if Severus meant his own protection, or the protection of the other students. He decided he'd rather not know.

"I suppose you'll be entertaining me for the summer," he quipped dryly. Severus snorted.

"Not likely. You'll be pleased to know the Golden Trio is here as well for their own safety. Perhaps they can provide you with the entertainment you desire," he sneered. Draco groaned. As if being trapped in the castle and turned into a werewolf wasn't enough.

"I'll make sure to avoid them as much as possible." Dumbledore coughed.

"You may find that a bit difficult since I've asked Harry to train you." Draco goggled at him.

"Train me? Train me for what? What could Potter possibly know that I don't," he questioned derisively.

"As much as I am loathe to admit it," Severus cut in, "Potter has gathered valuable dueling skills over the years. I believe you would benefit from his help, Draco. Do not dismiss it out of hand." Draco considered the idea. He knew how much it must have pained his godfather to admit Potter was actually good at something.

"And Potter agreed to this?"

"Harry has listened to my account of your story and agreed to teach you provided the two of you can maintain a friendly relationship," Dumbledore helpfully supplied. Draco snorted. Friendly? The best they could hope for was that he and Potter wouldn't kill each other.

"Fine," he agreed with a sigh. "I'll train with him. Is that all?" Dumbledore nodded, his blue eyes twinkling.

"I'll leave you to rest then," he said with a smile.

Over the next few days, Draco realized he had developed a few new... skills. His senses had been strengthened, which he had expected. What he hadn't expected was that he could almost hear the werewolf side of him. It was extremely unsettling. It had been barely noticeable at first, but the animalistic urges had strengthened as he regained his own strength.

Right now, he could feel the voice begging to be outside. Since he'd been released from the Hospital Wing, he'd learned that it calmed his werewolf side to see the moon at night, even if it wasn't a full moon. He sighed and gave in, slipping out of bed to pull the window curtains open, allowing moonlight to stream into the room. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. He swore he could feel it warming him and caressing him as if it were a tangible thing. He could tell that his werewolf side was enjoying the moonlight by the way it settled down. He sighed. At least he might get a good night's sleep tonight. He was going to need it since he was supposed to have his first training session tomorrow.

End note: I hope you enjoyed it! Leave a review and let me know what you think! :)