Fangs of Draco
By: Inashi Silverfang
Summary: Draco gets more than he bargained for when he begins to have strange dreams that soon turn into reality.
-A/N- This takes place during his fifth year, due to the fact that Draco didn't get enough attention for my taste. XD Ere go, He's 15 years old.
Disclaimer- *Sniffs in distaste and sarcasm* Yeah, 'cause I'm J.K Rowling. -_-. Please.
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The dull 'thump' of rapid paw-falls echoed through the chilly night air. The various noises of the Forbidden Forrest whispered their soft chant as the multiple shifting masses of black shadow steadily made their way through the darkness.
All Draco could think was how big these wolves looked.
They were the size of large horses, and some of them had rather odd additions to their anatomy, such as wings or horns.
They never covered something like this in Care of Magical Creatures.
One of the wolves, a beautiful white one with wings and black-tipped ears and tail, seemed to notice his presence. How odd. How did he end up here anyway? Draco abruptly cut off this train of thought, realizing that it wouldn't help him in this situation.
Surprisingly, the wolf seemed to contemplate him for a second or two before opening it's fang-filled maw and saying,
"Help us, Draco Malfoy."
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Love it? Hate it? Give me some feed back on whether or not I should continue this bad boy.
Inashi Silverfang