Chapter 1:

Fangs of fear

AN/ Hi!

Before you read this story it might be some thing you want to know:

First! This is AU, we're still in the "magical-universe" but it is very different from the books.

Second! I will probably make mistakes when it comes to grammar seeing as English isn't my mother language.

Third! Enjoy your read;)

Draco strolled down the hall of teeming students. He'd heard the news like everybody else about what had happened, or rather was in fact happening right now.

The MCE rebellion had taken over the bloody school.

Draco had a firm opinion on the "Magical-Creature-Equality" rebellion, or the MCE as it was called. And that opinion could be summarised with the word "bonkers", "madness" or "stupid". His father was, as many others in the Wizengamot, against the whole act and with a sound reason as well. Magical creatures were not meant to be treated equal to wizards, they were after all creatures, as their name inclined, clearly below the wits of man and could be dangerous. They needed to be contained and supervised if not to be posed as a hazard to the magical society.

Draco agreed to his hearts content with his father's stand as he had been attacked by a Hippogriff in his third grade. Their slightly crazy "Care of Magical Creatures"-teacher couldn't control it, which had resolved in an injury on Draco's part. The attack had been more of a shock than actual hurt but even though Draco decided not to press charges he'd become more aware of the untamed beasts that lived among them.

Maybe it was the fact that you never really knew what would happen when you approached a creature, different from you. But you could always be sure that if you didn't follow the unwritten rules of this precise creature, you might get hurt. Maybe it was the suspense rather than the actual attack (that had only happened once) that made Draco tremble every time he found himself face to face with a creature with too sharp claws and too pointy teeths.

So when the rebellion had started, Draco had fully supported his father against the MCE. He couldn't even begin to comprehend what would happen if he suddenly were expected to face a creature on equal conditions, with his luck he'd probably become breakfast. So when the rebellion leader of the Resistance managed to get on the minister's good side Draco had prayed for something to go wrong, something to make the minister shut the window that had been opened between the two worlds.

Maybe faith had heard his wishes?

A few weeks after the debate of "Creature rights" had begun, the inventible happened. Or according to Draco it had been inventible because how could you not see it coming?! A creature had attacked a wizard in Diagon Alley. And that had been the end of the story.

Or so he had hoped.

The ministry had withdrawn their hand and a wild hunt had begun as people took it upon themselves to punish the rebellion for betraying the truce. The first real battle between wizards and magical creatures had happened and it was clear who stood as the winner. The MC fucking E.

And now they were here, at Draco's bloody school, occupying it.

So far, it was hot news and Draco doubted that anyone outside of Hogwarts knew what was going on. He kept a searching eye out for his friend Blaise as he managed to press his way down the corridor through the bodily mass that moved in different directions. He had to find his friends and talk things through, make up a strategy of how to survive with werewolves and Merlin-only-knows-what breathing down their necks.

Draco moved a firstie out of his way with care before heading down towards the Great hall as his head kept spinning. What if this would result in a bloodbath? What if he was singled out because of his father supporting Tom Dolder, the greatest opposition when it came to equality between wizards and beasts. If not for Mr Dolder's protests the MCE-act might have already been signed and declared legit. Draco couldn't supress a shiver at the thought of living among feral animals with no sense of justice or reason. The only thing that had even made this whole MCE rebellion a possibility was Potter. He was one of the darkest and most dangerous creatures to walk this earth, and the only one who could keep a whole army of magical creatures from killing every wizard in sight. If not for Potter, the resistance wouldn't even exist, nor would the MCE-act.

Draco mouth felt dry as he remembered the dark-haired boy he'd seen in the newspaper. With green eyes and a scar across his face, making him seem deadly as well as enchanting. Draco shivered as he remembered the small smile Potter's picture had made at him, showing of teeth that was as sharp as they were deadly. Potter was a vampire. A bloodsucking monster that fed on blood and life, almost like a dementor but worse, so much worse. If Potter had been a normal vampire things would have been easy, almost like a stroll in the park. A normal vampire couldn't go out during the day, could be killed with Avada Kedavra or tortured with Crucio. Hell you could even keep a normal vampire away from you with a garlic necklace if you were so inclined. But Potter was another story altogether.

There was something in this world called an Elder Vampire. That was basically a vampire who had killed the last Elder Vampire and then consumed its blood. Because the world could only have one Elder Vampire at the time whom posed like some sort of royal leader for the whole Vampire population. Tales said that Elder Vampires where impossible to kill and since it was such a long time since the last one was spotted, the stories had become tales and rumours. Everyone had been sure that the only Vampires that existed nowadays were the normal ones that roamed the pubs at night or was spotted the occasional coven that sometimes were found. So when Potter had stepped forward to meet the minister in the daylight with a wide smile that showed off a pair of deadly fangs, the wizard world had stopped in its track to watch the new Elderly Vampire.

It was said that the last one had been seen hundreds of years ago in France and had been a middle age man with blond hair which left no doubts that Potter had taken down the last Elder. That achievement was enough to make people fear the oddly young rebellion leader, as he seemingly had claimed the Elder power, making him appear like a bundle of Avada Kedavras, waiting to be fired. Maybe it was the fear that had made the minister agree to the MCE-act? Nobody knew the exact limitations to an Elder Vampire's power and imagination was never a good way to measure a threat. Draco if anyone would know that.

So Potter had appeared with a united army at his back, something never seen before and everything had almost seemed to work out before the accident.

Draco was still unsure if he should bless the dead wizard for putting a stop to the MCE-act or pitying him for being foolish enough to approach an unpredictable creature. In any case, Draco had thanked Merlin for putting a stop to the MCE negotiations before anything was actually signed. But at the same time, he cursed his luck of now being stuck in an occupied castle full of the very thing he feared and hated.

"Draco!"

Said Draco jumped as he heard the holler down the hall from Mr Zabini himself. He quickly changed direction and headed over towards his Slytherin friends with a scowl on his face.

"Have you heard?" He was quick to ask as he passed the last student between the green tied teens and the rest of the crowd.

"Yeah", Blaise answered and glanced in Pansy's direction. She stood on his other side with a blank face that didn't quite manage to hide her anxiety. Pansy's family was also known for their support of Tom Dolder against the MCE-act, making her a prime target for blackmailing. Much as himself, Draco thought with a shudder.

"What are we going to do about it?" Draco asked while looking around the mass of people to detect possible eavesdropping. For now, everyone seemed content with hurrying towards friends, common rooms or teacher to find reassurance or just information.

"I don't now…", Pansy began with a shaking voice as she dragged a pale hand through her hair. "But we must do something?", she followed up and met Draco's grey eyes. He stared back at her with a thoughtful look, hiding his nerves easily with a practiced poker face.

"What can we do?" Blaise interrupted with a tired sigh. "They have occupied the school. Not even Dumbledore was able to do something." He scratched his cheek as he continued in a lowered voice. "I'm just not sure if it's wise to do anything yet." His eyes locked with Draco who slowly nodded in agreement. Blaise was right; it was best to lay low at the moment. This whole occupation thing was still new and fresh; everyone was on edge right now so it would be better to let the whole thing settle before even considering doing something.

Pansy did on the other hand not agree with Blaise logic, she usually didn't to be fair.

"No I refuse", she said with hard eyes before sending an accusing glare at Draco for his consent. "Have you all stopped and considered what would happen to us if the freaks finds out about who our fathers supports? They would be torturing us and sending our body parts to our parents!"

"Shhh", Draco chided Pansy, as she seemed to grow hysterical at the end of her rant. "Dumbledore would never allow that for sure."

"The old man can't even keep the damn freaks out of the castle-"

"No", Draco interrupted Pansy as she sent a cold stare in his direction. "Dumbledore allows them to occupy the school because he cares. He knows that it might be bloodshed if he tries to force them away from the grounds, but if he creates a truce…"

"…Then the MCE would have to keep it in order to stay", Blaise finished Draco's sentence with an astonished expression. He seemed to think through what Draco had just said with a faint smile growing on his face. "That's bloody brilliant", he said and shook his head in wonder. "When the heck did you grow so smart?"

Draco responded to the compliment with a shrug. "I was placed in Slytherin of a reason."

"Clearly", Blaise mumbled with a dry voice as his smile almost broke his face in two.

"What!" Pansy almost screamed and looked at her two friends who now wore a knowing expression on their faces. "What truce are you two talking about?"

Draco only rolled his eyes but held back the sharp remark that rested on the tip of his tongue. "We're talking about why there's still to be screaming and panic even though this castle for the moment is occupied of terrorists, rebellions, whatever…"

Pansy gave Draco a hard look as she nodded for him to go on.

"Dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards in the whole world", Draco continued in a pace that Pansy would follow. "So if he really wanted the MCE out of here there would be much more of a commotion."

"Like what", Pansy snuck in and gave the milling hallway a quick glance. Almost as to watch for signs of said commotion.

"Like dead body commotion." Draco deadpanned before moving on, ignoring the audible gulp Pansy made. "So to avoid thousands of students dying during this occupation Dumbledore must obviously have come to some sort of truce with the freaks."

Pansy gave him a mindful eye before nodding slowly; finally catching up to what Draco and Blaise realized a few moments before. "I see", was her only response.

"So", Blaise asked Draco as the trio started to move along in the endless stream of students. "What do you think of the truce?"

Draco pondered the question for a moment. Reminding himself of the headmaster's crazy quirks, but also of the love the old man held for the student body and the school. Dumbledore was sure to have made some sappy truce, of that Draco had no doubt. "It's probably about the safety of the students and the teachers."

Blaise nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he have always been soft about that..."

"Right."

"Sooo…" Blaise said with a prolonged 'o'. "I guess you guys will be safe from the freaks if they want to hold the truce?"

Draco nodded, but felt an unease settle in the depths of his stomach. "I wonder how good Potter's control is over the MCE?" Draco remembered his "Care of Magical Creatures"-teacher, Hagrid, and how he was suppose to be in 'control' of the Hippogriff. As it had turned out, Hagrid's supposedly control hadn't been much against the quirks of a feral mind.

So why the fuck would Potter be different from their teacher? Because this time there wasn't one animal on the loose, it was hundreds of them. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to relax after all. Perhaps Pansy was right in that they should find a way out from here as soon as possible.

Draco turned to his friends with a worried expression. "Just to be on the safe side", he said with lowered voice. "Let's lay low and don't outright mention our names… Okay?"

Pansy gave Draco a surprised look but was quick to agree. Blaise on the other hand looked confused for a moment as he scanned Draco for clues of the sudden change.

"Not all dogs obey their masters", was all Draco said in response to Blaise's raised eyebrow. The dark haired Slytherin took the answer in stride as he nodded in understanding. Just because Potter wouldn't go on a rampage didn't mean that nobody else would. The 'accident' in Diagon Alley was still fresh in Draco's mind when the trio silently made their way towards the common room.

"ATTENTION STUDENTS OF HOGWARTS!"

All students stopped and grew quiet as an enchanted voice echoed over the filled corridor. Draco shot an uneasy look towards Pansy and Blaise as he sharpened his ears over the whispers around them.

"ALL STUDENTS ARE EXPECTED TO COME DIRECTLY TO THE GREAT HALL UPON RECEIVING THIS MESSAGE! I REPEAT COME DIRECTLY TO THE GREAT HALL, WHEREVER YOU ARE. YOU ARE ALL EXPECTED THERE WITHIN HALF AN HOUR!"

The whispers around them increased as the voice repeated the message for a second time. Draco felt something cold shiver inside of him as the crowd started to move in a mutual direction. The Great Hall.

"What was that about", Pansy whispered as she shoved a second year out of her way to be able to walk beside Draco.

"I don't know", Draco responded with a distracted voice. His brain was working like mad with different scenarios that played in his head. Maybe Potter was more powerful than any had expected? Perhaps he had simply killed the headmaster and would punish the wizards who dared to rise against him? Perhaps Draco would be first on the list, seeing that his dad was Mr Dolder's right hand and Dolder himself didn't have children. Perhaps the bloodthirsty freaks really would torture him? Draco felt the sudden urge of turning around and start running, preferably never stopping. Away from this castle where he now was surrender by animals that would love nothing more than rip his heart out. He really didn't want to die…

"Draco?" Blaise woke him up from his panicking thoughts with a careful hand on Draco's shoulder. "Calm down, nothings bad is going to happen."

"How do you know?" Draco wondered silently as he tried to calm his racing heart.

"Just use that brain of yours for once. Nobody's going to kill you."

Draco pushed away his wild fantasy and tried to see everything from a neutral point of view. He whished he could lay down in the common room and close his eyes but knew that it was impossible to return to the dungeons at the moment. He inhaled deeply and tried to arrange his thoughts as they walked down the loud hallway.

Blaise was right, of course. It was very unlikely that Potter would have taken down Dumbledore just like that. The guy was a vampire not a God for Christ sakes. What on the other hand was more probably was that Dumbledore wanted to reassure the students and inform them of the terms of the occupation. That was the most likely scenario in Draco's mind and he decided to hold on to it until he was proved wrong. No need to panic about things that might or might not happen. Anyway, it was not like he could escape.

The Great Hall was filled with people. Almost like this was another welcoming feast, only this time in the middle of the term. Draco felt his heart melt of relief as he saw the headmaster sit in his usual seat beside McGonagall and…

Draco did a double take as he noticed the dark haired teen that sat beside Dumbledore. He couldn't really see his face well as the stranger had his head turned away from the Draco, facing Dumbledore. But somehow Draco knew that he was staring into the back head of one Mr Potter, Elderly Vampire, MCE's rebellion leader and one of the most dangerous things that walked this earth. Draco felt his heart freeze as he regarded the seemingly harmless black mess that was Potter's hair. Of all the creatures Draco would come to face, this one was the most deadly of them all. He suddenly didn't have a doubt about that Potter could kill everyone in Hogwarts if he wanted to. Draco didn't know where this certainty came from but oh boy was he certain.

Perhaps it had been all the times when Draco had come face to face with a creature, especially after the Hippogriff. His body usually went rigid and his senses focused on the creature in front of him, making him hyper aware of its every move. Hagrid had even gone so far as to tell him in his forth year that he was a natural with handling animals, at which Draco had just rolled his eyes. Maybe he could read the beasts better than most, but that was only because of his fear for them, or maybe his knowledge of what they could do. Or more likely because of his fantasy suggesting what they very much would do if given the chance.

Draco had made sure that said chance was never given.

So perhaps that was why Draco stared at the black hair half a hall away from him with fear colouring his expression. The hair was dark as midnight, seeming to represent the dark that lay inside of the creature and Draco found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the raven dark locks.

Then the most extraordinary thing happened, or perhaps the most terrifying. Because as Draco stood there, frozen at the spot with Blaise tugging at his arm. The black-haired head suddenly turned around. Draco felt a silent scream evade him as he found himself looking into the face of one of the most stunning creatures he'd ever seen. For a moment Draco forgot that he was staring at a freak, beast and monster. For a moment Draco felt how his heart jumped of something else than the unnatural fear of the unknown. Because Draco had never seen a more captivating face in his entire life.

The high cheekbones and golden skin gave an unearthly feeling to the vampire in front of him. Making Potter seem dangerous and oddly enchanting at the same time, almost making Draco want to draw nearer. Just to feel that skin underneath his fingertips…

But then as Draco's eyes collided with the Vampire and he felt the cold reality return with bruising force. He realised that he was basically looking into the Avada Kedavra curse. Draco was suddenly so certain of his death that he flinched away with a choking sound escaping his lips. The green eyes across the hall watched him as Draco managed to tear his gaze away from death and return to the warm, brown irises of Blaise.

The dark haired Slytherin stared at Draco with a concerned look. He seemed to take in the silent plea for help as he grabbed a hold of Draco's arm and steered him across the hall towards the Slytherin table.

"What the fuck was that about?" Blaise accused as he placed himself from beside the blonde Slytherin. "I thought you was all for 'laying low'?"

Draco felt himself shake slightly as he stared up at Blaise with desperate eyes. "He really was looking at me right? It's not me that's going crazy?"

Blaise stared at Draco with a clear gaze and shook his head before muttering. "He was staring right at you Draco…"

"Fuck."

"Hey", Blaise relented as Draco violently shoved his face into his hands. Palms making a distinct sound of skin against skin when they connected with the forehead of the blonde Slytherin. "Relax, I'm sure it was nothing-"

"Nothing?! I was-"

"Yeah nothing", Blaise pressed on as he sent a pleading look in Pansy's direction. She seemed to have gotten the message, as she was quick to agree with Blaise's statement.

"Just relax", she said with narrowed eyes that followed the figures at the head table. "Everyone is looking at Potter right now, your stare was just one among thousands."

Draco turned in his seat so that his gaze was able to sweep over the Great Hall. Pansy was right, there were undoubtedly a lot of curious looks that were sent Potter's way. Only difference between Draco's interaction and the rest of the schools was that Potter kept his gaze firmly on Dumbledore, not even acknowledging the hundreds of whispers that circled the air. Draco relaxed a fragment as he calmed his racing heart.

It's fine, Draco thought to himself. Potter doesn't have a grudge against you just your father. The MCE would never torture a wizard; the MCE-act would be forgotten all together if that was the case and it just doesn't seem like Potter's style.

Draco silently pondered that last thought as he continued to observe the head table with careful eyes.

Yeah, Potter was still to actually hurt a wizard. Sure his fellow freaks had done that dude in in Diagon Alley and the battle against the home-guard wizards had been bloody and brutal, but Potter hadn't fought. And believe it or not but there had only been three casualties in that… brawl? Two wizards and a werewolf, and of course some dozen injured people who were sent to St Mungo's. But according to the Prophet they would all recover, at least physically, mental was another thing altogether. So it would make no sense for Potter to attack them? They were after all children, not adult wizards with the power to fight against them.

Draco allowed his gaze to make a quick sweep over Dumbledore, ignoring the black haired boy that lurked beside the man.

Yes, Dumbledore would never allow any students to come to harm. Draco was certain.

As the hall filled out with more and more students each minute, Draco felt himself relax as he joined his fellow Slytherin in speculating about what was to be said. Blaise remained quiet beside him, undoubtedly deep in thoughts as Pansy loudly declared the situation "scandalous" to her female friends. Draco made sure to keep his voice as low as possible as the rumble in the Hall grew rowdier when the time ticked by, closing in to the half hour ultimatum.

At last Dumbledore stood up from his chair with his hands outstretched, making the student body fall silent immediately. He smiled a small smile as his eyes twinkled with cheerfulness. Like this school wasn't occupied but rather on the receiving end of a visit from old friends. Draco held his breath with the rest of the school as they waited for Dumbledore to 'spill the beans'.

"Good evening to you! I'm sorry for this interruption of whatever fun or thrilling activity you were surely up to", he smiled reassuringly and even managed to get some of the younger student's chuckling. "But as you might have heard, we got a rather unique situation on our hand of which you must be informed."

You could almost feel how the student body leaned forward in their seats as Potter rose up as well, standing tall beside the headmaster as his killing-curse green eyes swept over the hall. Draco fought a shiver as Potter's gaze swept past him.

"Thank you", Potter's voice was not loud but it was without a doubt heard by the whole hall. Draco shivered as he heard the surprisingly soft voice of Potter, as the rebel leader stood relaxed beside Dumbledore with his hands along his side. Draco had to admit that Potter was pretty tall, probably an inch taller than him and that the rebel leader seemed fit. Perhaps that was something that came with being the leader of a rebellion? Having to be prepared to fight, both with body and mind.

Dumbledore nodded towards Potter as he took a step back to let the raven-haired boy speak for himself. Potter didn't seem scared as he looked out over the students, wary perhaps or maybe calculating, but far from nervous for finding himself speaking in front of hundreds of students.

"Good evening", Potter greeted them, still with a soft voice. "I'm sorry to inform you that at the moment we can't allow you any outward contact with the world." The hall was deadly silent as Potter continued. "As many of you know or maybe suspects, the MCE rebellion has for the time being taken over this school. But-" Potter said before the students could start to whisper. "You have my promise, as have your principal, that no students will come to harm if you obey these three simple rules. One-" Potter held up three fingers while bending down one of them as he continued. "No contact with the outer world through owls or other means. The students we find doing this will be put in isolation in supervised quarters until we see fit to let them out or we leave the school."

Potters words were met by silence as he lowered a second finger. "Second rule. Don't try to flee from this place. If any of you decides to escape we will hunt you down and bring you back here", Potter's eyes darkened slightly and Draco was pretty sure that he wasn't the only one who trembled at the sight. "If you try you will also be put in isolation, receiving the same treatment as if you broke rule one." The dark-haired Vampire paused and looked around in the hall, almost daring people to oppose him before lowering his last finger and dropping his arm down his side.

"Third and last rule", he said and continued to gaze out over the people that watched him in an alarming fascination. "If you try to hurt any of us, we will defend ourselves." Potter's gaze turned deadly as he uttered the last rule and Draco felt a familiar fear return as he looked into the eyes of a feral monster.

This was crazy. How were they suppose to coexist with animals who could kill them if they made the wrong move, how could Dumbledore allow this to happen. Draco sent a look towards the old man behind the Dark Vampire, he looked troubled.

So, Draco thought as the Vampire disappeared from the front, the headmaster isn't taking this lying down… He was obviously in disagreement with endangering his students but this was supposedly the best deal he'd been able to make. The best conditions for a supposedly truce.

Dumbledore retook his place in front of the students and wrapped the whole thing up with a calm voice and reassuring eyes. The MCE was to be stationed in the east wing of the castle and should not be disturbed while they stayed there. Some guards would also be around in the yard and guarding the premises and a couple would be wandering the halls to keep an eye on things. Dumbledore said that there was nothing to be worried about but warned all the same everyone not to appear hostile or attack. Like they needed to be told twice.

Potter watched the whole interaction from the head table with that piercing stare of his sweeping the hall. Keeping an eye out for troublemakers no doubt.

Dumbledore finished his speech with reminding everyone that classes would proceed as usual and that communication outside the castle was from here on strictly forbidden as well as leaving the area.

Draco felt a jolt of adrenaline hit him as he rose from the table with his classmates. The whole thing was over. Finally! Draco longed for bed and something strong to calm his frayed nerves and beating heart. He tugged at Blaise's arm as Pansy joined them with a scowl on her face. Obviously she didn't enjoy being told what to do and what not to do and proceeded at once with complaining about how MCE dared to treat them, THEM, like they were the ones that needed to be contained. Blaise interrupted Pansy in her rant outside the common room as it stood two tall men at the side of the portrait. Slytherin's were streaming in through the open portrait hole as the men regarded the flow of students with calculating eyes. Draco looked at them with wary as he immediately recognised one of them.

Fenrir Greyback. Wizard murderer, a living nightmare and apparently part of the MCE rebellion. Draco felt a choking feeling as he saw the man his father had put in prison ten years ago in front of him.

Who had he been kidding; this situation would never be safe or okay. If the MCE was made out of many more people like Greyback, Draco had nothing to worry from Potter. He would probably already be dead before the almighty Vampire was even made aware of him being Lucius son.

Fuck

AN/ Yello!

I have done the thing I promised myself not to do x) I've started a story (long one). I usually suck at updating so I've actually pre-written some chapters before realising this first one.

Unfortunately there is still two weeks of school left for me, but after that magic will be happening ;) so bear with me and I shall finish this story! BELIEVE!

I hope you enjoyed your read! Review if it was to your liking^^

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