A/N: Hello all! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic so please take it easy on me. I'm an amateur at best and I want to improve on writing so criticism is appreciated. Also, I really wanted to do a Draco Malfoy story, especially where he isn't what he seems and is turned into a werewolf. Also, I'm really feeling the whump so there's going to be that for little Draco in this story. Anyways, a few warnings is in order. This story WILL get darker later on so keep that in mind. I will put warnings when there needs to be but if you think there should be a warning on a certain chapter then let me know by either review or PM. This story is also NOT BETA'D so there will be mistakes slipping through. I hope you readers enjoy the first chapter of this story!


Draco Malfoy was seen to be plenty of things; he was snobbish, he was selfish, he was spoiled, he was a bully, but most importantly, he was Pureblood. The Malfoys have always been known as a Pureblood family, rich in their knowledge of the Dark Arts and political ways of the Wizarding World. However, there was another known fact that followed the Malfoy name and that was that they were followers of a dark figure known as Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort, always known as the Dark Lord to his loyal followers called Death Eaters, was a very ambitious figure who wanted to get rid of Mudbloods or Muggleborn magic folk and blood traitors. He was a figurehead that brought hope to the Purebloods of keeping their traditions and their magic unrestricted by the Light side who thought Dark magic evil. This was what Draco was subjected to as a child and learned well of manners and of the dark practices, however, there was a story that intrigued him more than the ones told about the Dark Lord and those stories were about the one and only hero known as Harry Potter.

Draco was intrigued when he overheard the story being told by a plump redheaded woman to her collection of sons when he was left to his own devices at a book store down Diagon Alley while his father went to Gringotts and his mother to Madam Malkin's. He had stayed out of sight, but his ears were attentive and he listened to the story with curiosity only a then five year old could hold. He had learned that a boy his age had somehow gotten rid of the Dark Lord as a baby and many people rejoiced at the news of his death and the birth of their new hero. Draco tilted his head and frowned thoughtfully. The story he had heard was very contradicting to the ones his father told and his mother encouraged.

If the Dark Lord was so strong, how come he was beaten by a child? A baby, no less?

Why are so many people against the Dark Lord? Shouldn't they want to keep their traditions?

Why are they so happy with Muggle traditions? Shouldn't we have a boundary to how much we can celebrate Muggle activities among wizards?

Thus, the questions raged in little Draco Malfoy's mind and he began to do something no Malfoy had ever dared to do. He had begun to question his faith in the Dark Lord. The more little Draco thought about it, the less he revered the dark leader and began to even question his parents' sanity. If the man had been so great, then he surely would have already made progress by establishing himself in the ministry and making laws and such to complete his goals, however, Voldemort didn't do such a thing and began killing other wizards and witches. Draco frowned and stared at the book in front of him, thinking about what he had just heard and worried about his parents' decisions.

However, no matter what he thought, he would always find Harry Potter to be amazing. Surely, a wizard who could get rid of another powerful foe while he was a baby was strong, right?

Draco hummed and realized he was looking at a fairy tale book. He took it and looked at the cover. 'Grimm's Collection of Fairy Tales…' Draco read silently. He turned it over in his hands and smiled at how heavy it was. Draco was always, and will always be, a sucker for large books. He loved to learn and read new things, whether they were fairy tales or not didn't matter to him. He hugged the book to his chest and wondered if his father would allow him to get it. He also wondered whether he should voice his concerns to his parents' about their reasoning to be sided with the Dark Lord. He figured he should since they were his parents…surely, they would consider his argument?

Later that night, Draco regretted his decision and received many lashing on the back from his father's cane for not only questioning his loyalties to the Dark Lord but for also wanting a Muggle fairy tale book. His mother did nothing but watch silently with a blank expression and wide eyes as her son was physically hit while his sobbing screams echoed throughout the house. He had gone to bed without dinner to boot and cried himself to sleep as his back screamed in pain and his stomach twisting in on itself as it gurgled for food.

That day and night brought about important events within Draco's life. On that day, not only did he begin to question his parents' sanity and loyalty to the Dark Lord, but he also learned about the pariah known as Harry Potter. On that night, and following many nights afterwards, he would begin to pray to Harry Potter for the boy to save him from his father's lashings and his mother's dull love shown with empty hugs and kisses. He would begin to wish the boy to become his friend in secret and would show a mask of what his parents' wanted in their son to show to the world. He would make his mask perfect…so perfect, that it would fool even the Dark Lord if he were to ever come around again.

However, Draco didn't take into account that his mask would be too perfect…because on the day he went to Diagon Alley to get his supplies for school, in that little robe shop of Madam Malkin's, he inadvertently showed his mask to Harry Potter himself. Although he didn't know it at the time, it was no excuse since his parents were away and he could have dropped the mask if he liked to. Draco couldn't help but inwardly curse himself to Hell when he saw the same boy in the compartment car with a Weasley later on the Hogwarts Express. At that moment, he knew he had royally screwed up and he couldn't even fix it since the two lackeys he never wanted known as Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle had followed him. Granted, he did manage to introduce himself before everything went to Hell when Weasley decided to laugh at his name. That laugh poked at his growing annoyance and hatred for himself and he had put on his mask as a defense mechanism. He then proceeded to tell the boy off before offering Harry Potter his hand of friendship. Draco knew what was going to happen before it did, but he still held onto a small piece of hope that he would take it. Oh, how he hoped!

Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. Draco, hurt and feeling hopeless, turned to anger and threatened Harry Potter and his Weasley friend. This ended with Draco being extremely embarrassed and a fresh rat bite on Goyle's fingers. When Draco had seen how badly it was bleeding, he felt guilty and decided to heal it against his better judgment since he had wanted to keep it a secret that he knew such advanced spells. Goyle, to his surprise, had thanked him and given him a shy smile. It was at this exact moment, he thought that maybe he wasn't the only one with a mask going to this school.

Later, Draco would find out that Slytherin was basically made of people with nothing but masks. He knew that he would be put in the house before the hat even touched his head. In a way, Draco figured it was destiny that he was put in Slytherin considering his circumstances. He grew accustomed to the house and the other students in it. He also liked the particular set of rules that was posted on the inside of the door to their common room.

Every day, he and the other Slytherins would read those set of rules and become reassured to go on with the day. One rule in particular helped him with his anxiety about bullying. It may have come to a surprise to many that Draco Malfoy himself was afraid of being bullied, however, most sensible people would come to the conclusion that it was an understandable fear. Not only was he a new student at Hogwarts, but he was a new Slytherin student at Hogwarts. Slytherins were known to have a bad reputation among the whole of the Hogwarts population, even those of the Wizarding World judged the Slytherins for being 'too dark'.

That first year ended in disappointment, and Draco found himself actually hating the Golden Boy. All that hard work throughout the year and it only took the Golden Trio to break a couple of rules to get all of those points! It just wasn't fair and Dumbledore immediately made an enemy of the Slytherins and unwittingly of the other houses. The Ravenclaws reasoned that since Dumbledore showed favoritism to Gryffindor and that the Boy Who Lived was in the house then there was a certainty that not even they could win the house cup no matter how hard they tried. Hufflepuff, to Draco's surprise, were the ones who were the angriest on their behalf and some of the house members came by to talk with the Slytherins to show support and comfort. Draco had overheard one Hufflepuff say that they valued fairness and what Dumbledore did was beyond not fair. Draco agreed.

Then, the events in second year happened. Apparently, old Dumblydore just couldn't get anything right! The Chamber of Secrets was opened and since Draco was well in tuned with the legends and gossips of the castle, he knew that nothing good could come of it. He had to put the mask on strong for that year so his fear wouldn't show through. That year was annoying and his mask slipped only a few times but luckily he was able to save face. A visit from the Golden Boy and Weasley disguised as Crabbe and Goyle, and a few students petrified later was only the beginning of the end.

Later that year, Draco found out from one of his house elf sources that Dobby had been freed and that it was actually Lucius' fault for the terrible year he'd had. Draco, to be honest with himself, wasn't that much surprised. On the way back to the platform of nine and three quarters, he couldn't help but let his mask slip a little with Crabbe and Goyle and relax from all of the tension the year had given him. He simply talked and played exploding snap with his two friends and ate candy. Life in that moment was good to him and Draco was grateful indeed for the needed distraction.

However, all good things must come to an end…and the end did come. Just not the end Draco expected it to be.

If Draco were to be completely honest with himself, he was actually expecting his father to actually kill him one day especially with his secret views about serving Voldemort (It had taken a while, but now he could say the bastard's name without flinching and he couldn't help but feel proud himself). However, what Lucius Malfoy did was worse than killing him. Death would have been so much better than what would happen to Draco Malfoy when he got home.

It had started right before lunch, the feeling of foreboding and anxiety that flared amongst his parents and Draco hadn't any idea what was happening but he had noticed. Now, he should have looked into his parents' skittish behavior but he was too busy keeping up his mask and making the impression to his parents that he was their good little pureblooded son. Later, he would berate himself for being so stupid.

Just as lunch was about to begin, a knock sounded at the door and his parents froze. They had been in the sitting room drinking tea while they waited for lunch to be served. Draco, looking at his parents in confusion, had looked towards the door and then back at them.

"Are we having visitors?" he had asked. Oh, how naïve and stupid he was! He should have known something bad was about to happen when Narcissa had unleashed a sob the moment he had asked the question. She had immediately gotten up and ran away upstairs to her room. Draco swallowed heavily and looked at his father with wide eyes, only to flinch at the tired glare he had been given.

Just then, one of the house elves—which Draco had recognized to be Polly—came in with a man. The man had a handsome face despite having a feral look to it and a small beard coating his chin. His hair was tied back into a very messy ponytail and his eyes had a squinted slant to them. The man smiled mockingly at Lucius and then turned that smile to the little Malfoy sitting in the chair.

Draco, trying to keep up with his mask, gave a scowl at his dirty appearance all the same as he looked him up in down. That was only one of the biggest mistakes he had done. The next one was running when he realized who was standing before him. The looks, the feral appearance, and the predatory grin on the man's face…it all should have pointed to his identity sooner to Draco.

The man, Fenrir Greyback, gave chase and Draco knew that he was playing with him. Werewolves had better everything, which included better speed. Draco knew he stood no chance on escaping or even hiding. After running for who knows how long, he finally felt the large man tackle him to the ground and he began to sob. Fenrir cooed at him mockingly before beginning to give his cheek multiple soft kisses. They offered no comfort; in fact, they had the opposite effect and made Draco cry even more. The werewolf chuckled before slowly moving to hover above Draco's shoulder.

"This spot will do, right poppet~?" he had whispered in his ear, a mocking growl entering his supposedly soft tone. Suddenly, Draco felt nothing but pain and he screamed so loud that it resonated throughout the mansion. The young Malfoy felt himself begin to fade and suddenly images began to flash across his eyes.

A man with a scruffy chin being hit by a green light and falling into a silver sea.

A rat scurrying away through honey dewed grass.

A goblet filled with escalating purple fire.

A snake losing its head.

At first, he had thought he had been dying, but later as he was lying on the dungeon floors after his inevitable change he had realized that he might have been seeing the future. A seer…He was a seer.

'I guess it makes sense…Mother did say she had Seer's blood on her side…' he had thought to himself, his breath coming out as a sigh. He later hypothesized that becoming a werewolf had somehow awakened his Seer abilities which, to him, was a gift and a curse.

However, these events shouldn't have come to pass. Destiny had changed…and all because of a rat's half ass decision to please the Dark Lord. If Pettigrew hadn't spoken to the Dark Lord as he was floating in nothingness, if he hadn't told him about the journal and the way Lucius had been embarrassed by losing a house elf, if he hadn't carried the message to Fenrir to bite Draco Malfoy...then destiny wouldn't have changed.

Now that these unfortunate events had come to pass…many lives will change and many paths will once again be open anew while others will close forever…and thus it was the beginning of a Butterfly Effect which would change everything from here on out.