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No Hero's Allowed: Chapter 1

There was a moment of silence; it couldn't have been more than 60 seconds. The Elder Wand had turned against Voldemort, his body dissolving into a pile of ash. The world around Harry seemed to freeze as everyone watched the Dark Lord fall. He was pretty sure his ears were ringing it was so quiet. Harry almost wondered if the world had ended when it happened.

The full moon shined above his head as Fenrir Greyback cut through the crowd. As everyone else stayed still, the freshly transformed werewolf rushed forward, his teeth sinking into Harry's thigh. And just like that, the world was back in motion.

Harry couldn't stop the scream from escaping his mouth as the curse flooded his veins. Someone near killed the werewolf, there shouting growing louder as they got closer to him. Harry bent, awkwardly holding his thigh as close to his body as he could as his whole body started to ache.

"Harry?" Arthur Weasley cried, brushing the hair out of Harry's face as he tried to get his attention. "Harry, can you hear me?"

"Get out of the way, Arthur!" Madame Pomphrey yelled as Harry started crying in earnest. "He's not safe like this!" And that's the last thing Harry remembered as she pointed her wand between his eyes and swiftly knocked him out.

Draco Malfoy, just like everyone else, was battling to the death. In his sixth year he had become a spy for the light, following Dumbledore's commands to keep himself safe. That's when he started dating Harry. It was a secret of course. Draco was marked and no one wanted to see a Death Eater with the Boy Who Lived.

The past year had been one of the hardest for Draco Malfoy. First he had rebuilt the banishing cabinet to allow an attack on Hogwarts. Then he watched Albus Dumbledore, the man who saved his life, be killed by his Godfather because Draco himself couldn't do it. Then he had been on the run, locked inside his own house in case the ministry came after him. For months and months he watched the Dark Lord, his father, his aunt, and the other Death Eaters torture and kill innocent people just because they sided with the Light.

For months he wanted nothing more than to be with Harry. They had had to be careful, only sending notes to each other once a month. Draco had been so shocked when Harry appeared at his house, injured, that he almost blew the whole cover up.

He stunned the Death Eater he had been fighting against just the Dark Lord died. He turned, his eyes locked on Harry. Draco's eyes widened in horror as Greyback ran across the field and bit Harry.

"No!" He screamed, trying to run to Harry but someone grabbed him around the waist.

"Draco, no!" Blaise hissed, tightening his grip on his best friend. "No one can know. Not if you want to get him back after this."

"Let me go, Blaise! Harry!" Draco fought for all he was worth, but Blaise was taller and stronger.

"Stop it and listen to me, damn it!" Blaise growled, turning Draco to look him in the eye. "He's been bit, do you hear me? Greyback was in wolf form and you know what that means." Draco couldn't stop the sob that escaped him. "They're going to take him to a ministry facility and you're going to have to win custody of him, okay?"

Blaise was dragging Draco away from the crowd, away from the screaming people. While everyone was relieved that the Dark Lord was finally gone, hundreds of people had just watched Harry James Potter, the Chosen One, get bitten by a werewolf. People were screaming, friends huddled together sobbing as if he was dead. Blaise knew he had to get Draco away before he snapped.

"They won't give it to me!" Draco exclaimed, his grip tightening on Blaise's arm, who flinched. "I'm marked! They'll never give me custody of him!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it, Mr. Malfoy," A familiar voice declared from behind him, making him jump. Minerva McGonagall stood tall, her bun loose and hair surrounding her face.

"P-pro-professor!" Draco gasped, his eyes wide.

"Before he died, Albus made me swear to keep you safe and defend you with everything I have. I will be your character witness, Draco. I'd rather Harry be in your custody and then stuck in a ministry facility for an unforeseeable future. It won't be instantly, but I will get him to you."

"Thank you, Professor, thank you so much."

"Zambini, get him to the Hospital Wing before he collapses. I'll be in to deal with you two later."

Sometime after the second war had started, werewolf regulations had increased. There was a new registration process that included branding the infected party with their registration number on their left arm. The werewolf was also only released from the ministry facility if they were released into the custody of a family member or sponsor. The person who has custody was then responsible for the werewolf; any problems were blamed on them. After being bit, for the first three months the administration of the wolfsbane potion had to be supervised by a ministry official and the wolf was to be contained during the three nights of the full moon.

Harry wasn't sure how Remus had escaped these regulations. It was a well-known fact that the former professor was a werewolf. Apparently his pseudo-godfather had been on the run for months, avoiding the ministry in order to fight for the Light. Unfortunately, Harry realized, he wasn't going to be that lucky. Getting bit in front of hundreds of people will have that effect.

He was strapped to a bed in an overly white room when he woke. It felt like there were millions of tiny ants crawling through his veins and everything hurt. When he raised his head slightly he could see the thick bandage wrapped around his thigh, blood still leaking through. He could periodically feel his body trying to shift as the curse tried to settle itself in his veins. Harry didn't know how long he laid there, staring at the ceiling and trying to work his wrists free. After some time the door clicked and swung open.

"Oh, you're awake Mr. Potter. It's been almost a week, we were beginning to worry." A ministry appointed Healer said, pushing Harry's bed into an upright position. She rolled a tray of food in front of him and released one hand before sitting a chair near-by. Awkwardly, since she untied his left hand, Harry fed himself a little of the unidentifiable food in front of him.

"Now, you're registration number will be put on today," the Healer said, looking at a chart in front of her. And then your custody hearing will be held tomorrow. Officials are visiting your sponsors house today to make sure everything is suitable and as long as everything goes to plan you will be out of here by Monday."

Harry's mind was getting fuzzy again and he had to focus on what the Healer was saying. He had no idea who his sponsor was or who would be willing to take him. Who would want to take in a freshly bit werewolf in their custody who was now their responsibility? He closed his eyes as his wrist was strapped back to the bed and he was lowered into a flat position again. He kept his eyes closed as his bed was pushed down the hallway to a room with far too many lights and too many people with too many foreign smells.

Harry whimpered as another strap was put around his elbow, keeping his left forearm straight on the bed. He could feel the Healer write his numbers on his arm with a regular pen before she took a deep breath. Harry wasn't expecting what came next. He had never known how the registration number was placed and never expected it to be as painful.

The Healer used a special silver instrument to carefully trace over the number. Harry screamed when the silver came in contact with his arm. He tried to pull away but the straps held tight. He couldn't stop the sobs that escaped his body, the screams almost sounding animalistic. Ministry lackey's came to help hold him down as Harry fought against them. He was sure that even the initial bit hadn't hurt this much.

After about a half hour of torture she finally pulled away, casting a spell to clean out the new wounds. She motioned for Harry to be taken back to his room. He could feel consciousness weaving in and out, but right before he closed his eyes he looked down at his arm. In angry red burns, some dripping in blood, there was his registration number: WWHP050215

Draco stood back, digging his nails into his thigh as the Ministry officials examined his house. He was lucky that his mother had made sure he had a few Black properties to his own and he had been sure to pick a small one with a huge basement. It had taken Blaise, McGonagall, and himself the better part of the day to prepare a cell for Harry in his first few months and transformation. The cell was mostly stone, the bars on the main door being coated in silver. Draco couldn't stop the shiver that went through his body every time he thought of hurting Harry with the gate.

His potions stock was filled with three months' worth of wolfsbane and the ingredients to make at least six months more. Draco was known for his potion's making ability and he hoped that would impress the Custody committee. His house elves were trained on how to properly feed a werewolf without getting bit themselves and Draco had all the financial details already spelled out. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to McGonagall and Granger who had gotten Harry's money transferred to his name before the ministry had even thought about it.

Finally, after hours and hours of looking into every detail of Draco's house and finances, an official approached him.

"You're house has passed the requirements. You will still need to present yourself tomorrow for a testimony. Should that go through, we will deliver Potter to your residence the following day. Good Day, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco sunk down against the wall, his head between his legs. He had a feeling this was only getting started and it was only a moment before everything fell apart.

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