The Wolf Legacy:
Azimuth
First of the wolf trilogy
Harry pov
I take a deep breath and steady my wand, slowly repeating the words and motions of the spell in my head. Tonight would be the night; I had prepared and read up on every possible aspect of the spell. I had discovered the diary of their experiments and success and had then studied it myself and copied it up to now the final step, to becoming an Animagi. There was one critical step that was missing from the spell I was about to attempt because I have no animal in mind for my transformation. I will either die or my essence will truly come through and choose the form on instinct and survival.
Now was the moment of truth and everything I am, was and utterly desire to be, will be decided in this test of power and control. To go against everything I have been forced into and the reputation I been born unto.
I gather myself up and open my mind, bringing up my wand and with the first movement my mouth opens and the second I began to speak the words of the spell, timing and moving in perfect rhythm. I have to keep the rhythm and wand movements perfect, the most difficult of the spell being that wand movements and words are on different beats. The wand movement being almost twice the timing of the words as well as the need for unexpected rests.
The magic wells within me and it takes everything in me to keep from losing my concentration. As I near the end of the spell I can feel my body begin to shift and an overwhelming pain sets in as my bones meld and are forced down. I finish the spell just as my voice gives out and fingers shorten, my wand falls to the ground, rolling across the floor. My world goes black as I fall to the ground, at the same time becoming sharper as the pain begins to lessen and the last changes go into occurrence.
When at last I can find my strength I find my own body, the one I knew and was familiar with, was gone. Now my body is smaller and my world is black and white. I can smell everything and it had a color, taste, and smell. All exquisite and perfect and beautiful so utterly beyond the human senses. My feet below are now four and black furred. I turn slowly catching glimpse of a long black tail behind me and in curiosity jump upon my bureau table and look at myself in the mirror.
Wolf. I am wolf, black and larger than any I have seen, eyes that glimmer back at me are familiar and my own. The color is not too light or dark but balanced in the middle, in shades of grey I can only assume they are my true color of green.
Jumping down from the counter, I pace the room, jumping to various things, absorbing the feeling of my new self. Then filled with an overwhelming freedom and ecstasy I race from my room and through the private common of my prefect rooms. As I run doors jump open before in jarring blasts of overwhelming magic because, wolves have no need for foolish restrictions such as wands or spells. There I bound down the stairs into the Gryffindor public common, swerving around the handful still up at this late hour.
They scream and yell, pulling their wands in fear, it's exhilarating. The portrait snaps open and bangs back against the wall and as I race I leave her startled cries behind. My claws scramble and slide over the stone work halls, smooth from generations of use but it only slows me for a minute and I take off once more. I revel in my only abilities of strength, speed and power. In this form I feel like I can destroy anything.
I feel the energy before imbuing me start to fade and my frantic run slows into a trot with my tongue hanging loosely from my mouth, a wolf's grin on my face. I stop and sniff around for a moment, trying to place myself, now temporarily lost in this stone wilderness. I find many scents upon the floor, several Gryffindor I start to trot off in the direction of their goings but catch another tantalizing scent.
It calls to my blood this scent does, calls on something primitive. Something that is pack and something that my blood wishes for to be my mate. I follow this scent, trailing the shadows and avoiding the humans. It leads me down, cold, dank, bitter to my nose but I follow. My human part remembers this to be the direction of the Slytherin common but that matters not right now and a wolf thinks of only the present.
The trail ends before a large portrait of an ugly sneering old man, a portrait of Slytherin himself. I cannot force this old magic to yield for it does not recognize me so I slink back and wait. Soon though, and I wait not long for along comes Crabbe and Goyle, smelling of foods, smoke, fat, oil, many hundreds of other things and houselves, they were in the kitchens. They lumber down the halls full, stupid and slow and open the door to me unwittingly, allowing my entrance.
I follow behind, filling my nose with all the information my eyes cannot grasp. The scents are mostly masked by mold and smoke from numerous fires about in attempt to vainly rid of the damp causing the mold, pointless. My eyes gather in the cold rooms both in looks and in actuality, the color scheme I cannot see but hazard a guess of black, silver and green. The chairs are leather, very good quality leather and the wood a fine grain dark cherry, expensive. The entire common screams 'I'm a rich, cold hearted bastard with a stick up my ass'.
I stop before the entrance to the common so as not to be seen. There I observe the occupant's looking just like their room is set up. Draco lays sprawled across a long couch, angled just so as to have him framed by the dancing fire light behind and shine off his hair. He wears loose clothing that hangs off his body in just the right way; the pants are dark and the shirt a light or white color by the shading. Draco glances up at his approaching henchmen and frowns, sighing softly, boredom echoed in his being.
Meanwhile, Pansy, the whore of Hogwarts, sits on the floor in front of him, sliding her hands along his cloths and body, talking to him flirtatiously and ignore the fact that Draco was constantly removing her hands, especially from certain areas. Crabbe and Goyle had taken up post behind Draco's couch, Crabbe dozing lightly on his feet and Goyle mindlessly picking his nose. Blaise and several others sat in other chairs arrange in the singular unique fashion in the way that they all in some way face Draco.
Blaise was at the moment gesturing wildly and talking animatedly about something. Perking my ears I follow the conversation easily, please at how my hearing made it seem as though I was standing right there next to him. Apparently the gossip of the night was of a giant, black, killer beast rampaging through the halls and eating students. I bare my teeth in a wolf grin, my tongue slipping outside my mouth in an equivalent of grinning evilly and giggling madly but if you were to see it you'd think I was going to kill something.
Tired of listening to inane human babble I trot out into the common and approach Draco's seat of honor. I ignore Blaise and all other's sudden fear and pulling of wands, instead, I approach Draco and smell him, touching my nose to his forehead. This causes him to smile, a true smile of simple, childlike amusement. Encouraged by his reaction I lick his nose daintily, tasting him. He laughs and gently runs his fingers through the thick fur of my head.
"Is this the 'beast' you are afraid of?" Draco asks lightly, not turning his eyes from me.
Blaise scowls, "Stupid Gryffindor's, should have never listened to anything they said and believed it."
They continued, Draco mocking, Blaise scorning and I myself sorting my animal instincts and human sensibilities. I can smell on him my need and taste on him a desire, I find myself wanting him from both sides. For the wolf wants him as a mate and the human wants him as a lover.
This of course would not be the first time I have though this way, I have a very wide range of tastes and needs in sexuality. -That in fact no one has yet leaked to the press which is surprising, as well as no teachers, adult-ish, or responsible people know, so it's practically a secret.- I have indulged almost all of them, the most potent and unindulged would be Draco Malfoy. I have wanted him for years now and I'm not the only one. Draco is a rare find of quality, workmanship, beauty, taste and many other things along with the most tantalizing being a rumor that Draco is mint condition, never been used, virgin. You would have to be blind not to notice Draco Malfoy; he is a god of this lowly world.
The two finish arguing, Draco looking much happier than before his face brightening with curiosity and interest for me. I wag my tail once, and calk my head to copy his expressions with my own kind. He laughs at this and sits back, smiling his one hand falling over the side of the couch, resting upon the fur of my chest, gripping it loosely.
Around me the others relax, sitting down and returning to an uneasy conversation, not one putting their wand away. At the same time Pansy relaxes and her hands return to Draco's lower torso. I feel Draco stiffen and the scent of his irritation fills the air. This will not do. I lunge sideways, grabbing her hand, piercing her flesh with my teeth, before she even has time to react. She screams as her blood begins to pool in my mouth, the flow increasing with each frantic pump of her heart. She pulls away, screaming and crying, I let her go. My only purpose was to make her leave, not kill her, and the task was essentially accomplished, except that now they all stood with wands drawn, except for Draco.
He looks at me with shock and amazement, along with a little fear but despite that he holds his hand up, stopping those who are considered his. I lick the blood from my muzzle, shaking my head at the horrid taste. I glance up at Draco, still watching me, and with an evil grin, jump up on the large couch, positioning him behind me. I lay down carefully, conscious of the narrow ledge that Draco's body allows me. I rest my head upon my feet, my muzzle a lunge away from Draco's throat and watch the others. I snarl as Blaise's mouth opens, magic swirling angrily around him, I have no doubt that he intends to cast a spell.
"Don't Blaise." Draco reprimands softly.
My ears swivel around and I pick up my head and look at him. He smiles evilly at me, mouthing a silent thank you and I give him a giant slobbery kiss on the cheek, he laughs again. I wonder why this is the first time I have heard this laugh, saw this smile. I glance out of the side of my eye registers that expressions of those he knows and from their looks they have not seen this smile or laugh either. Suddenly I am very glad to be an animal, even a wolf so that he does not have to know and I can continue to give him this simple childlike innocence, no matter how long it lasts.
I lay my head back down upon my paws, breathing the lovely, delightful scent of Draco, as he relaxes beside me. His arm curls over my back and he leans back against the couch, allowing me more room. I lean back into him, resting a majority of my weight upon him, absorbing his heat, smell and the beating of his heart. For right now, I have Draco Malfoy, which is something no one else has and I'm going to keep him, at least for tonight. He sighs softly and relaxes; I myself fall asleep listening to the rhythm of his heart.