Hey guys, this is the first chapter of the rewrite. I basically used the chapter in the story and added on to it and fixed some wording so it will hopefully flow better. Believe me, I plan to fix it a lot when I go through this story.

I'm going through a lot right now, and it makes it very difficult to write. So please understand why I haven't updated till now. Forgive me, but enjoy.

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Having double potions with Slytherins was not Harry's first choice on how to spend his day. The Slytherins and Gryffindors still rivaled each other in class and school but their relationship has evolved from boiling over the brim of a cauldron to a slightly simmering one. They only fight as a reminisce of the old day in Hogwarts. That brought him back to potions, where the class was currently brewing up an aging potion. It wasn't too terribly hard, but that didn't stop the usual people from from having some difficulties screwing up. Harry was paired up with Draco. The two were actually being civil with each other, developing what some would call an awkward friendship. On his way back from turning in the potion he and Draco have created, he noticed Ron and Neville's potion. It was a bad idea to put those two together seeing as the both of them suck at potions. One look at their boiling, angry red concoction and you could tell it was ready to explode. He had to do something to prevent something terrible from happening to his classmates, his family.

"Everyone," Harry exclaimed. "get down!" Harry pushed the Ron and Neville out of the way while everyone else ducked for cover, hiding behind whatever they could find to shield themselves. Just as soon as he had pushed them into safety, the potion had exploded, blasting all over Harry, who in turn had accidentally swallowed some in shock. Harry coughed and sputtered as a white light encased him, blinding everyone in the room. A minute later the light disappeared, leaving a small figure curled up on the dungeon's floor.

Draco poked his head out to find the condition of his friend only to gasp in surprise. He rushed over to the five year old version of Harry, not yet noticing the fuzzy appendages hidden underneath the robes that pooled around him. He took in his condition. The boy had light burns all over his body, but luckily nothing major, and his eyes were bloodshot, most likely from getting potion in his eyes. That's when he noticed something peculiar. Harry's eyes were slit, something similar to a cat or a snake. As his eyes raked over the rest of the boy's body he noticed several other things. He had a pair of black, fluffy ears that rested on the top of his head and nine black, silky tails. He pet the tails as he continued to observe. Harry's hair had become shoulder length and his nails had become sharp and claw like. Draco was certain that if you looked at his teeth that they would be fangs.

"Drake?" Harry moaned in a high pitched voice as he sat up. "Why do I hurt? Did I do something wrong?" His eyes teared up.

"No, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. If anything those buffoons over there did something wrong." He reassured the boy who was feeling distraught. Draco was shocked by the fact that he was so gentle. He couldn't recall a time when he had been this gentle before, particularly with Harry. He decided he would ponder it later when he had the chance. For now though, his main priority was Harry.

"Hey! What did you do to Harry?" came the overly loud voice of Ron.

Harry squeaked as his ears twitched and laid flat on his head, hiding behind Draco, slightly shaking in fear. Draco looked down at Harry, who had all nine tails between his legs. He looked back at Ron angrily.

"What did I do? What did I do?! More like what did you do?! It's your fault that he's like this!" he hissed at the other boy lowly as to not frighten Harry anymore. Harry clutched Draco's robes like they were his safety blanket. Harry knew that if he just stayed by Drake that he would be protected from harm.

"Drake, who are all these people. I am scared. Do they want to hurt me too?" Tears were freely falling down his face now. Draco's eyes widened in shock as the he asked this. He doesn't remember anyone other than him? And why does he think everyone is out to hurt him, a five year old? Draco shot a quick, deadly glare at Ron before turning around and knelt at Harry's height,

"No, they aren't going to hurt you," he said softly trying to calm him down. When his words didn't work he pulled Harry into a hug and started to pet Harry's hair softly and gently scratch behind his ears. The tension started to slowly leave the body of the five year old boy. He only tensed back up when a looming shadow fell over them. Ron was standing right behind the two, his face as red as his hair and is blue eyes narrowed at them. Draco noticed too late as he was tossed aside and hit the edge of the desk.

"Drake? Drake!" Harry panicked.

"Mr. Weasley," Snape drawled. " 50 points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of detention for laying your hands on another student. Find your way to the headmaster's office. We will continue after this mess is cleaned up." Snape was just a little more than irritated that the Weasel had decided that he was above everyone else and could hurt another student in his presence.

Ron ignored him as he advanced to Draco, his face morphing into an ugly expression. "How dare you handle Harry in such a manner." he seethed. Hermione ran up to him and tried to get him to stop. Calm down. Anything to stop this vulgar display. Sadly, her attempts failed. Ron pulled his fist back and swung wildly at Draco. Just as his fist was about to hit, Harry jumped in front of Draco, taking the full hit. Ron looked at Harry in surprise who was in turn glaring down at the ground, fists clenched.

When Harry looked up, the green in his eyes were swirling and bleeding into red. His claws and fangs were elongating. Harry could be described in no other words but pissed.

"How dare you hurt my mate?" He took one step forward. Draco looked up in shock as he heard those words fall from Harry's mouth.

"Harry." He tried to calm the boy down, but it seemed as though he didn't hear him.

"You hurt my mate and now I hurt you," he muttered to himself angrily. He swung his hand flat so the claws were like knives, slicing his stomach like it was butter, but that didn't satisfy him. He jumped on Ron and bit him deeply in his arm. He added several scratches and bites before he was satisfied and thought that Ron had learned his lesson.

He looked over to Draco and saw the horrified look that had taken place on his face. When he looked back and forth from Ron and Draco, a terrified look had taken place on his face and his eyes slowly became green once more. The shaking started back up and tears had begun to fall again. Harry raced out of the classroom, his tails swishing behind him as he ran with inhuman speed.

"Harry!" Draco cried, realizing his mistake. Harry was expecting to find a proud, loving expression after protecting his mate, not a horrified one.

Snape sighed as he cast a cleaning charm. "Draco, go search and find Harry. I will report to the headmaster and get the other teachers to aid in the search. Hermione, Seamus, and Dean, go take Ron to the infirmary, then go straight to your dorms. The rest of you will go directly to your dorms. If I find a single one of you out, you'll earn yourselves a month's worth of detention and no Hogsmeade weekends for the rest of the year." Everybody ran to go do as told, fearing detention and the threat of no Hogsmeade weekends. Draco ran down the halls looking for the five year old everywhere. He just couldn't find him. He looked in the Astronomy Tower, the Great Hall, empty classrooms, everywhere! The only place he hadn't looked was the... Draco just about slapped himself. How could one be so stupid! The Forbidden Forest. It would make sense that one with creature blood would want to be with those of his kind. Those who understand him.

Draco ran out and into the fields heading towards the edge of the forest. Just as he thought it was no use, he heard small, little whimpers. He turned to the direction of the almost inaudible whimpers and found Harry, curled up into a ball, his tails wrapped around him.

"Harry," he whispered softly enough that a normal human wouldn't be able to hear the word, but Harry's ears twitched and he turned around suddenly and stared up at Draco, eyes wide. He could see tear tracks on the five year old's face and cursed softly. He took a step forward. Harry shot up and took a step back.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry. I d-deserve to b-be punished," he mumbled, his clawed hand gripping his other arm hard enough to draw blood, his head hung and eyes tightly shut as if expecting to be hit.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I don't care how many times will it take for that to go that to get through your head, I promise I will do nothing but protect you," he said softly as he took the young boy into a gentle embrace.

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. You did that to protect me. It's your instincts," he murmured into his ear as he rubbed his back in small massaging circles, and scratched behind his ears as Harry started to cry into Draco's shoulder. "That's right. Just let it all out." As this continued, Harry started to calm down and eventually began to purr. They sat like that for a while, snuggled together until Harry fell asleep.