Note- Before you start reading this fanfic. Harry, Draco and all of the other characters are not yet at Hogwarts. Due to the entrance age being 16 and above.

Lucius Malfoy woke up with a start, a gasp ripping itself from his long slender throat. Shivers made strong jolts down his spine, as a faint screeching sound made its way into his ears. This is what had woke him, this heart wrenching sound had somehow made its way into his dreams. The screeches did not frighten him, they did however cause him great deals of concern, the sound was coming from his son. Throwing the covers off, not caring when they fell to the floor in a heap, he sprinted out of the room, his long blonde hair flowing behind him in a stray mess like cape. His eyes scrunched up as his feet made contact with the cold marble floors of the hallway, before he found himself infront of his sons bedroom door, taking a deep calming breath, his fingers wrapping around the silver doorhandle, he wrenched it open, a terrified sound leaving him as his usually cold blue eyes took in the sight before him.

Curled in a ball in the centre of a large four poster bed, was Draco Malfoy, Bright white feathers damed in a gooey red substance, that he guessed was blood, stretched out towards the ceiling, sticking out in all directions until they inbedded out from the boys shoulder blades. The small figures back moved up and down erractiaclly with his panting, the screeches gone for now, the pain was over. His hair now matched the elder Malfoys, hanging over his hung head and curling on the bed, small strands caught up in the feathers. Draco twitched, his hands clenching at the pure green silk bedsheets as he meet the eyes of his father, his mouth hung open showing off four fangs.

Lucius stepped forward timidly, only running over to the bed as he watched his sons face etch in pain, brows furrowing, mouth moving hissing out words that he did not understand nor recognise as a known language. "Draco?" he beckoned softly, parking his PJ clad body onto the side of the bed, his large hand reaching out to push back the long bangs from his sons face.
"..need...help..Mate.." came the gasped reply, Large slit almost white eyes snapped to look in the direction of the window, a small flutter of wings, bringing the elder mans attention to the ceiling.
"Draco?.." Lucius knew what had happened to his son, after all he himself had gone through this transformation, he was however at the ripe age of 18.
"Help?..mate?..whats happened Draco?! You need to talk to me" cupping his sons face when he realised that the boy was getting into a prance to take flight, he scopped the boy towards him and looked him straight in the face, a small hiss of words flowing off his tonuge as he gained the boys full attention. "now tell me Draco..what has happened?!"

Draco let his wings fall to the floor, the large heavy structures landing with a loud bang, smalll yet thin delicate hands found themselves cupping over large ones on his cheeks. "father?..he's hurt..needs help.." small droplets of water could be felt on their thumbs, Lucius felt his heart quench at the sight, his son did not cry, Malfoys did not cry it was pratically unheard of. running his thumb along the cheeks of the boy, picking up the tears that had fallen, the elder blonde slowly slid off the bed. "stay here, you need to rest, your transformation is still taking place, you triggered it 2 years too early Draco" he spoke before the younger boy could protest. "I will go help your mate, just tell me where to find him, he shall be with you when you wake"

Three very long hours later, Lucius Mlafoy stood outside of number 4 Privet Drive Surrey, England. A Long black cape fell from his broad shoulders, a figure to his right cloaked from head to toe in a soft blue robe, held his hand. "Luce..this is the right address...the aura here is strong." Came the blue cloaked figures soft voice. Lucius nodded, a small gulp had him sqeezing the hand that held his, his free hand reaching up to knock at the door. The sound wasn't heard however over the shouting that came within.

Number 4 Privet Drive, was the address that homed the Dursleys. A Fat man, his thin bird like wife and son who took after his father in every aspect of the word. However there were 4 members to this family, one boy, just one..who lived under the stairs, his frame was thin, too thin. His clothes hung off his body, behing held up with strands of clothe around a waist that seemed to sink in under his ribs. An adopted son who didn't belong, his name was Harry Potter.

Harry quivered in the corner, arms raised up over his head in a protective manner, His thin arms were delicate, almost breakable looking with just a simple touch, the slightly dark tanned looking skin held a number of marks, welts, bruises and scorching redness of the skin around these wounds looked fresh, blood and scabs that had yet to heal were forming. Forest green eyes peaked out from under a damaged limb, looking up frightfully at the fat man he had learned to call 'Uncle', as he held a leather belt above his head. Green eyes quickly dissapeared as his head snapped down as pain wrecked his body, the belt had been bought down, buckle end smacking him straight across the back of his head. Harry didn't cry out, no never, that would encourage the fat man to do more, It was bad enough that the fat man waited till Harry was relaxed before belting one back down on him.

All occupants of the house froze as they heard a small faint knocking of the door, Petunias voice could be heard sqeaking from the kitchen, shouting at someone to answer the door. Vernon bellowed back in turn. "you answer the bloody door woman, its your duty!" Harry took this chance of distraction to move futhur away arms weak, legs shaking, vision swimming. Pulling at all the strenth he could muster, Harry found himself in the living room, his small form taking a little swoon of peace as he hid behind the flower printed sofa. Vernons irritation at losing the boy was expressed with a loud 'Tch' before the belt was heard hitting the wall, the small creaking sound of the door was heard as it was swung open. "What in bloody hells name do you want?! We dont want any charity!" going to slam the door back shut, Vernons eyes spread wide open, as a large slightly tanned hand smacked into the door frame. "Wheres the boy?"

Vernon glanced sideways into the doorway that led to the kitchen/living room, his eyes still in their wide state, he however did not reply. Taking a large gulp of breath the fat man bristled out through his notrils a loud huff, the air flickering at his moustauche, as he stepped forward, grabbing a fistful of blue cloak. "You're one of those freask too?!" Snarling into the hood of the cloak, a small amount of stray black locks could be seen, a small glint of a horrified face could be made out. Vernon smiled thinking he had won, he however was wrong. Lucius grabbed at the fat mans chubby oversized wrist, yanking it away in a strong grip, his fangs had started to show, peaking out between a perfect pair of pink thin lips. "you will release him and get us the boy" with a soft warning hiss, the blonde male relaxed as his companion was released, his own hands grabbing ahold of the sides of a blue hood and whispering words of concern. A Soft hard chuckle was all he recieved for an answer as he barrled past the fat man, blonde in tow arm around his wasit. "I am fine Luce, right now this is about Draco and the boy.."

Lucius nodded, his perfectly sculptured eyebrows furrowing despite himself. "honestly I am fine Lucius" the soft honey filled voice was followed by a small kiss to the blondes nose. Vernon stood to the side, his body pressed to the badly decorated walls, as much as it could do anyway. "The boy!..he won't go with you! he knows nothing of your kind, you freaks are all insane, he only knows that he's a freak! What would he want with more of you scum?!"
Honestly Vernon didn't know when to shut up, a wand was quickly placed in his face, the thick wooden stick pressing against his skin. "the boy.."

Lucius had ventured on into the house while his partner took care of the fat man, the thin woman and her chubby son burrowed over in the kitchen staying securly away from the two strangers and in each others arms. Raising a brow at the two his eyes staring the tub of a boy, wondering if this was him? he shook his head both brows raising in disbelif. His senses however picked up a similaur Veela scent, snapping his head into the direction of the living room, Lucius caught the eyeline of a big pair of Green orbs.

Harry had heard the commotion going on out by the frontdoor, his body shook in fear, a presence that was alarming yet soothing took over around him. A Scent had caught his nose, a strong scent, an alluring smell, peaking his head out slightly, he was greeted by a pair of blue teal orbs, long almost white eyelashes fluttered in reaction to being looked in the eyes. With a small tilt of his head, unruley hair falling to his shoulder, Harry timidly stepped out from behind the horrid sofa. Placing arms around himself at the gasp that had met his ears. Thats right..who would want to look at him, the freak? the boy who lived to be dead. He jumped when a pair of long pale arms encased him, the black cloak of the blonde male flowed around them like a tent hidng them from the occupants in the kitchen. "do not be afraid, we are here to take you away..from here..from this world..someone is waiting for you..with very little paitence" with a small smile, he gathered the boy up into his arms, noting how light he actually was. "Sirius.,I have found him" Lucius stepped back into the hallway, grabbing at the other males blue cloak and dragging him out of the frontdoor. "apparate us please Siri" A grumbled response and they were gone.