Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, or its characters. The plot is mine though. lol

Well. This is the first chapter of my story. I very much hope you like it and review at the end. :)____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Chapter 1

Draco wasn't quite sure how it had happened. One minute he had been enjoying supper in the sitting room with his mother and the next, he was lying on the dirt in the forest outside their home staring at the stars. Bleeding. He could feel the never ending burning of the venom coursing through his veins. He could feel the changes in his system as it took over, bringing darkness and terror. And yet, he could not find himself to care about what was happening. For he knew it was the end.

Not the end of the world of course, but the end of his life. After this, everywhere he went he would be judged. Whispers would fly around him and glares would be given. No one wanted his kind. No one.

He thought back on how this had all happened. Him. Struck down by a werewolf and left in the middle of a thicket of ancient trees. They whispered to him. They told him secrets, secrets that he never needed to know. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

Draco ran. He ran as fast as he could. He could hear his father pant from exhaustion far behind him. He would. Be safe. He could not be hurt here. It was here in the dark he found peace. Peace from the world and its many treacheries. Peace from his father.

It was then he heard a deep throaty growl to his right. He turned towards it, eyes searching frantically for the animal. It was too dark and he could see nothing. He hoped he was just imagining things.

It was then he heard it again. It was closer this time. Closer than he wished. He took an automatic step backwards. Luck was not on his side that evening as he stepped on a twig and it snapped loudly. He just had time to see a large shadowy figure pounce from the darkness. He let out a blood curdling scream as it bit deeply into his left shoulder. He knew he would not survive this attack. And, well, if he did, he would not survive human. Far from it.

He was surprised, to say the least when the werewolf ran from the clearing to the north.

Draco couldn't move. He felt immobilised and stunned. This night had turned out worse than it was going to be. And it was going to go bad.

Draco returned to the present. He still hadn't moved from his position, and he was still yet to shed a tear. No. His father had instilled too much fear in him to be able to cry.

Draco concentrated on the sky again. The sun was beginning to rise and the howls in the distance stopped. It also took Draco a minute to realise something.

The pain was gone.

He was confused. This wasn't the agonising pain he had read about in books telling him about being changed. It was quite the opposite.

He felt stronger. His eyesight and hearing was sharpened so, that he could hear elk lapping water in a small pond almost a mile away from where he was lying.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps nearing him. He wanted to hide from whomever was coming but his body felt otherwise. 'Wait.' A little voice in his head whispered. 'They could help you.'

'Help me?' Draco replied scathingly. 'No one can help me now. I'm a monster.'

'That's not true!' The little voice protested, but Draco decided to ignore the little voice. He didn't need to think he was a loony, he already had enough on his plate.

The footsteps were coming closer, heading straight for him. Landing lightly on the ground, crunching on fallen leaves.

He didn't bother to look to see who had found him. It was obviously the werewolf as it had came from the north from where it had ran. He heard a gasp and a rush of feet as he rushed towards him. He knew it was a he now as the gasp had sounded too masculine to have been a women.

It was then that worried amber coloured eyes looked into his own, stone grey ones. Draco took in the face of the man in front of him. He recognised him immediately as his ex-defence against the dark arts teacher, Remus Lupin.

He heard Lupin moan and saw him cover his face with his hands.

"What have I done?" He heard him whisper.

Then Lupin did something, Draco had never seen another man do. He broke down and cried.

I know this is a shortie, but this is just the beginning, and I promise to make longer & more interesting chapters. Remember to R&R!