Harry Potter FFS-
Chapter 1-
I was up for hours, I couldn't get my mind off of it, I checked, Draco was asleep so I sighed and shifted forms, intent on just going outside.
I was almost out the door when I caught the overwhelming scent of serpent. I spun around, my nails scraping on the floor and saw an insanely large snake slithering down the stairs. I backed up slowly, not noticing there was someone behind me until a hand clasped around my scruff and yanked me upwards, their nails digging into my skin, causing me to whine.
"So you have another form." I froze at the sound at that voice, my eyes turning to try to see behind me, catching a glimpse of pale white skin. I whimpered, my tail curling upwards and my ears pinning, stilling my thrashing.
He dropped me to the ground, I yelped and cowering on the spot.
"Shift back." He commanded. I did at once, remaining in my cowering bow. "Explain to me…how you got your other form back." I gulped.
"T-Transfer of S-Souls, a-another shifter g-gave me their s-spirit." I gasped out, my voice shaking.
"And what happened to this other shifter?" he questioned, the snake swirling around him, staring down at me.
"H-He's dead."
"So you killed him." I nodded my head fearfully, really wanting to go outside.
"You will serve me well." I nodded again. "You may go."
I shifted cautiously, grabbing my dress in my teeth and dragging it away from him, hiding it where I guessed I could before slinking out the door, my tail still tucked. I nosed the door open and walked out, nosing it shut before bolting, sprinting to the maze, taking the turns by memory, trapping myself in the middle before starting pacing in a circle, just going around and around, thinking about what I would do in the future.
I stayed there all night, still walking in a circle when the sun had risen. There was a long rut wrapping around the area, my tracks mending into one long trail. I looked up at the sun and trotted out the maze, sneaking into the house and stalking up to my room, I had noticed a clock and saw it was about seven, meaning Draco might be up. I heaved a deep breath and nosed my door open, keeping my head low since I scented him in there.
"Morgan!" I shifted back, thankfully still in my dress. "Where were you?" he asked worriedly. I sighed and looked up at him dully.
"I was in the maze, I couldn't sleep." I told him tiredly.
"You were out there all night?" I nodded,
"I made a track in your maze, sorry." He glared at me,
"You always worry about the stupidest things!" I rolled my eyes and shrugged. Suddenly the weariness of my entire night of pacing caught up to me, my limbs started shaking and my legs couldn't hold me up. I groaned and collapsed onto the bed, my eyelids getting heavy.
I curled up, really just wanting to sleep now but Draco decided he was going to be a mother and start ranting.
"You shouldn't go out like that! You could run into him." His voice lowered dramatically, looking around as if expecting the Dark Lord to just appear out of nowhere.
"I did, he knows about my other f-f-f-form." I yawned.
"WHAT?!" he roared. I twitched but curled up tighter into myself. "What did he say?! Are you alright?" he asked worriedly. I nodded,
"I'm fine, he knows I killed to get this form so he thinks I'll be a good addition to the team." I explained sleepily.
"Are you insane?! He is not someone to be messed with!" My patience was too thin with my fatigue so I just snapped.
"Yah, I know! I'm the one who almost got killed by him, twice! So shush!" I spat, glaring at him for a second before trying to go back to sleep, but I knew I wouldn't be able to now that I snapped at him. I sighed and sat up.
"Sorry I'm just really tired." I apologized but he refused to look at me. "Forgive me?" I said, my voice coming out slightly slurred with lack of sleep. He still didn't look at me because he's a stubborn bastard.
I whimpered pathetically, "I refuse to sleep until you forgive me." I promised, my eyelids dipping. "I haven't slept in about two days! You of all people should know that the less sleep I get the shorter my temper gets!" I whined. He sighed but still refused to look at me. I growled mentally and crawled over. "I'm a Slytherin, I don't like to beg, please?" I saw one corner of his mouth twitch upwards meaning I had won. "Do I really have to ask again?" I breathed. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and smirked,
"I'm a Slytherin, I don't give up easily." He responded. I grinned and yawned, lifting my hand to cover my mouth. I basically collapsed on his shoulder,
"But you're an awesome Slytherin who will forgive his insanely tired girlfriend right?" I muttered. He snickered,
"Fine you win, go to sleep."
"On it." I muttered, my eyelids slipping closed. He stood up and lifted me up from the bed. I groaned in annoyance but he just set me down, pulled the covers over me and walked around, sitting on the other side of the bed, I heard the rustling of pages as I fell asleep.
xXx
It had been two weeks since school had finished and the date had been set for our intonation to the Dark Lord's ranks, it would be three days from today. Everything had been taught to both of us, drilled into our brains so we wouldn't mess up and possibly get ourselves killed.
I was sitting in my room, drawing idly in my sketchbook, going back and fixing my old works with little interest. I was stretched out on my stomach, wearing an obnoxious dress so my legs were crossed and bent at the knees just in case.
My door slammed open causing my head to snap up.
"Draco? What's—"
"Get up, get ready NOW!" I blinked in shock and sat up.
"What's wrong? What's going on?" I tried to ask again.
"They moved the date! It's tonight!"
…
…Wait for it…
…..
"WHAT?!" I screamed, jumping to my feet, eyes wide in shock and horror.
"Exactly!" he threw me a bundle of black clothing. "Mother said to put this on then meet her in her room." I nodded. He turned to leave but hesitated.
"You can still go you know, you can make it." He said quietly. I shook my head,
"I'm too tangled up in this, I can't, I won't, leave now." I responded as strongly as I could. He sighed, nodded and closed the door behind him. As soon as he left I collapsed onto the bed and stared at the wad of black clothing in my hands…this was it…there was no turning back now.
I swallowed the painful lump in my throat and slipped out of my white dress into the heavy black dress. The other thing he had gave me was a black cloak. I gulped and pulled that around me as well, buttoning it at the throat, I fixed the hood behind it, slipped on some shoes I thought would be appropriate since they were black and trotted out to find Mrs. Malfoy. She was pacing outside of her room.
"Morgan!" she gasped and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into her room, sitting me down.
We didn't say anything to each other as she worked with my hair. After a few minutes her hands stilled,
"I'm sorry you have to do this." She breathed.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, I chose this a while ago." I muttered back.
"You shouldn't have had to get caught up with all of this." She insisted. I chuckled,
"I think I got caught up in this the minute I decided I wouldn't leave your son's side." She sighed and continued to work on my hair,
"I guess you're right." She finished and leaned over my shoulder to look at me in the mirror. My hair was braided in two French braids that wrapped around my head, coming together in an elegant bun on the back of my head, my face giving a slight layer of cover-up and mascara. "He was lucky to have found you." She said with a forced smile. I smiled back at her,
"Thank you." She nodded and stood. I stood as well, allowing her to look me over. She adjusted the cape and dress until she was satisfied before glancing at the clock.
"It's time." I swallowed and nodded, forcing myself to appear calm.
"You remember everything?" I nodded, reciting the words in my head mentally, basically I just had to agree on everything he said.
She squeezed my shoulder and adjusted her own black cloak,
"Good luck." I swallowed and nodded.
She pointed to the room and I nodded. She went in ahead, I was worried, I didn't see Draco anywhere and I was close to having a panic attack.
"Morgan, c'mon, it's time." I swallowed all my fears, straightened my back and walked into the room as confidently as I could.
It was dark, damp and I easily picked out a handful of scents, most of them nasty, I didn't want them clouding my senses. I mentally shook my self and stopped where I was supposed to, looking down, never looking into his eyes.
"Morgan Vulpes, last surviving member of the Vulpes clan, you are here to pledge your undying loyalty to me, the Dark Lord, is that correct?" I nodded, not saying anything, my brain had just gone numb I just started acting on autopilot.
The next thing I was truly aware of was a burning pain in my arm. I twitched slightly in shock but, even though it was painful I did nothing else, I didn't scream, I didn't show any emotion, I just watched as the ink crawled under my skin, burning it and branding it.
Once it was done my arm felt like jelly but I still didn't react.
"Welcome to my ranks Morgan Vulpes." I dipped my head, pulled up my hood and blended into the crowd.
I watched Draco go through the same thing with dulled eyes, he was terrified, I could tell, but he hid it well. When it came to the branding with him he showed how much it hurt, his body went totally stiff and I smelt blood, he was probably biting either his tongue or lip so hard it was bleeding.
A choked gasp broke from his mouth but other than that he did nothing else.
"Welcome to my ranks Draco Malfoy." The Dark Lord greeted him as well. Draco nodded stiffly, lifted his hood as well and slid into the crowd, unconsciously standing beside me.
I said nothing though, did nothing even though I wanted to, I listened to the Dark Lord talk, he talked of what was happening with Harry and the Order, how they would die soon, all of them. I shuddered fearfully, my left arm giving off a painful tingle.
"Dismissed."
I, like everyone else waited for the Dark lord to leave before filing out myself. As soon as I was in my room I pulled my hood down and slammed the door shut. Taking the cloak off and changing with shaky hands, pulling on a long sleeve shirt even though it was hot outside.
There was a knock on my door and I jumped slightly, adjusting the gray sleeve over my arm before opening the door. It was Draco, he looked paler than usual, also wearing a long sleeve shirt.
I didn't say anything I just stepped aside, letting him enter the room. We both sat down, my arm was throbbing and I saw his hand flinch towards it a few times.
"It's done." I finally breathed, "We can't do anything now." He nodded,
"Yah…we're Death Eaters, probably the youngest there ever was." I nodded in return, "I-It's an honor." He continued. I looked up at his scared face and nodded,
"It is, he trusts us." I agreed even though I didn't like the feeling of the mark on my arm…at all.
"So what now? Potter may figure out with you, he'll probably suspect me but no one would listen to him, what are you going to do?" I shrugged,
"Decide I hate him all of a sudden? It's not that hard." An involuntary laugh made its way from his throat.
"That's true, you seem to go back and forth with him all the time." I smiled dully.
"Yah…" he frowned at me, his hand twitching to his arm again, "I suggest you not scratch it." I advised flatly.
"Right…" his hand dropped away.
We were silent for a while.
"You ever think what would've happened…if the Fourth year went differently?" he asked randomly. I yawned,
"What do you mean? If I had died and The Dark Lord got all the power of the black fox? Yah, sometimes." He shook his head roughly.
"No, not if you had died, if this never happened." He gestured in between us. I blinked in surprise.
"Nope, never." I raised one eyebrow, "Why, have you?" he didn't even pause in his answer,
"Yah, I have."
"O-Oh…and what did you think?"
"I think that you never would've gotten in this mess, hell you'd probably be with Potter." I made a face,
"No, I'd rather not think that thank you! And for the millionth time, I chose this so everyone can stop flipping out about it." I grumbled.
"Who else?" he asked, sighing.
"Your mother." He chuckled,
"She really does like you." He wrapped his unbranded arm around my shoulders; I leaned into him and sighed,
"Do you think we're too young to get missions?" I asked quietly.
"Probably but if he does give us anything it'll be a small task, nothing too hard."
He never could've been more wrong.
