I was surprised to find favorites and follows to this story less than twenty-four hours after chapter one was posted. Clearly, people are reading my author notes as no one has reported me for allegedly plagiarizing, which I'm not.
Chapter Two- The Blame
Draco flopped face-down on his bed and buried his face in his arms, his shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. He could hardly believe what had just happened; he was having trouble comprehending what had happened. This isn't what I expected. I didn't think Voldemort would punish me for Father's failure by making me a…a….werewolf. Set me a task in which I may die attempting, yes, but not curse me as a monster.
A soft knock came at his door before it opened. "Draco, honey?"
He turned over to face his mother and saw dried tearstains on her cheeks. He got up and strode over to her which allowed her to take him in her arms. "Draco, I'm so sorry. Lord Voldemort does not forgive easily if at all. He allows Fenrir Greyback to bite the children of his enemies for defying him and those of Death Eaters who fail him. Sadly, your father failed him and he decided to punish him and you by unleashing Greyback on you. I cannot go against his decisions."
"But, now what Mother? I'm not a pure-blood anymore. My blood is tainted with the werewolf curse."
"I don't care. You're still my son. I plan to head out for Severus's place tomorrow. You'll be all right here by yourself, won't you?"
"Of course, Mother." Draco knew from his DADA class back in third year that his first change would not occur until next month. Surely, that would give Professor Snape enough time to brew the potion he needed that would allow him to keep his human mind while in wolf form as well as dull the pain during the transformation.
"Severus, I need your help or rather Draco needs your help."
"I was aware of the Dark Lord's plan for Draco. A shame he had to pay for Lucius's failure; he should not have."
"So, you'll help him?"
"Of course. I have already begun preparation for the Wolfsbane Potion. I will have it ready a week before the full moon."
"Oh, thank you Severus. Thank you." Narcissa clasped one of Snape's hands in her two. "I will return home and tell Draco the good news."
"I could do no less. I am rather fond of Draco."
Narcissa nodded as she left and once she was gone, Snape frowned. He had known of the Dark Lord's plan to punish Draco and like everyone else, was powerless to prevent it or beg Voldemort to soften the punishment. He did, however, begin taking steps to help his favorite student make his condition more bearable.
I should start brewing the potion. Draco should not have to endure pain during his changes. Perhaps I should instruct him in making the potion. After all, I will not be around forever.
Draco lay on his bed, arms folded under his head, and his eyes focused on the ceiling. He had spent much of the day like this, trying to come to grips with his condition. He was having trouble getting past his first full moon. The potion aside, how much would it hurt? Would he be kidnapped and taken to the Underground where werewolves who shunned society lived and taught to hate normal people? His face screwed up at the thought. He could never hate his parents. They loved him and gave him practically anything he wanted. Yes, Father failed the Dark Lord and he was punished as a result but he couldn't hate his father for that. If he was going to hate someone for his situation, then he could look no further than Harry Potter!
If Potter had just handed over the prophecy instead of refusing, I wouldn't be a werewolf. Yes, this is all Potter's fault!
There was a knock and then the door opened and Narcissa stepped in. She sat close to Draco's head and stroked his hair a little. "Draco, everything's going to be okay. Severus has agreed to make the potion and perhaps he can make arrangements to keep your condition secret."
"Everything's not okay, Mother. What if I'm taken to the Underground to live with the other werewolves?"
Narcissa pursed her lips. "I'll not let that happen. I will not allow you to be taken. They can make me a werewolf if they want, but we will not be separated."
Draco was surprised at his mother's words. She would risk being bitten in order for them to stay together?
"But, hopefully they won't do that. Is there anything else troubling you, Draco?"
"Not really. I know who to blame for this: Potter."
"Oh? How so, honey?"
"If he had handed over the prophecy, all of this wouldn't have happened."
Narcissa nodded. "Yes, that does make sense. You're right, Draco. Potter is to blame for this."
Suddenly, a barn owl swooped in through an open window, dropped an envelope on the bed, and flew out the window. Draco picked up the envelope and saw it was his school letter. He ripped it open and saw the supplies he needed for the coming year. He had received his O.W.L results two weeks ago and was happy to see that he could continue with Potions, DADA, Herbology- in short, everything to be an Auror. Of course, Draco had no intention of pursing such a career. But, who would want a werewolf working for them? Well, Dumbledore would and with O.W.L results like his, he could certainly apply to teach, particularly if he buckled down to his studies so that he could achieve the N.E.W.T.s necessary to be a teacher. Naturally, he would apply for Potions or DADA. The thought cheered him up.
Narcissa plucked the letter from Draco's hands and examined the supply list. "Well, let's go to Diagon Alley tomorrow and buy your things. Will that be all right, Draco?"
"Sure, Mother."
It's pretty much accepted that Narcissa cares greatly for her son and that family is important to her, so I made sure to write that point into the chapter.
