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AN:This has been edited, however I can not guarantee that all mistakes have been fixed.

Worried blue eyes closely watched her son as Draco Malfoy trashed on the bed. It took all of Narcissa's self control not to reach out and touch her son. Behind her, she could feel her mate pacing around their heir's room, and the watchful eyes of their familiars as they, too, watched over the scene in the room. A particularly loud groan brought Narcissa's attention to her son's bare chest. Faintly on the left side she could see red lines on it. A painful moan from her child ripped a growl from her own throat and she stood up from the chair by the bedside. Her breath was coming in harsh gasps as anger boiled through her veins, only her husband's cold hand on her arm calmed her down enough to keep her from reaching out to touch Draco.

Face a mask of ice, Lucius pulled his wife towards him and held her in a tight hug to prevent himself from reaching out as well. Internally both husband and wife winced as the groans and moans increased and became more pain-filled. The sound of flesh beginning to rip tore at their hearts as the scent of blood assaulted their sensitive noses. Light flashed from the opening wound and flooded the room. After giving one final pained groan Draco's body finally managed to expel the light from his insides. Gasping for breath, the Malfoy heir turned to look at the floor where his familiar had landed. Shakily he reached out a hand to it only to find his hand grasped in his mother's cold ones. Carefully Narcissa pulled her son's hand over his head and took a good look at his injury and snarled at the deepness of it. With a quick flick of her wand the wound was cleaned and healed.

"Thank you, Mother," Draco whispered before he stood up from the bed and walked over to the light still resting on the floor. His breath was still slightly labored but he ignored any slight discomfort and grasped the light as it began materializing. Cold fingers wrapped around his hand as he watched the light take a female human form. Soon, ice-blue eyes stared at him from behind a black fringe. "Hello, Gisele," he named her as she pulled him to her.

The blonde boy did not fight her as she placed her lips over him and kissed him, taking his breath and energy through it. The kiss finished and Gisele stared into gray eyes as her master passed out in exhaustion. She caught him and cradled him in her arms as she stood up and faced his parents. Both Lucius and Narcissa stared at the newborn familiar for a whole minute before Lucius spoke.

"We entrust his safety to you from now on."

"Of course," she replied as she placed Draco on his bed. Gisele was aware that they remained in the room while she redressed her master in his sleeping clothes and tucked him in. She did not turn to face them again as they quietly left the room with their familiars to let their son rest. Once the black-haired metamorph was sure the blonde was comfortable, she left the bedside and morphed into a black falcon and perched herself on one of the bedposts to keep a watch over him.


Draco slept peacefully through the entire night, quite comfortable with his familiar's presence in his bedroom. Lazily he opened his eyes and stretched while he looked around the room looking for the blue-eyed metamorph. When he did not see her anywhere around he sat up in bed and called her.

"Gisele." Said metamorph quickly appeared by the room's door with a tray in hand. The smell of food reminded Draco of the previous night's trial. He watched with amused eyes as she gracefully crossed the room and placed the tray on his lap.

"Eat," she commanded him, and he deemed it fair to humor her that time. As he ate he watched his familiar morph into the shape of an cat and jump onto the bed with him. While her eyes were trained on him, her ears kept twitching towards the doors. "What's wrong?" he asked after several minutes of her twitching. Before she had the chance to reply, the doors burst open.

"Drake!" Pansy Parkinson called out in a sing-song voice, surprising the Malfoy heir to the point that he nearly spit out the juice he had been drinking. He stopped himself from doing so, he was a Malfoy after all, and glared at his supposed best friend. However the girl was quite unaware of the looks she was getting as she went about the room opening the curtains and rearranging the pillows on the window seat before sitting there.

"What are you doing here, Pansy?" he nearly hissed at her, not missing the fact that it was still very early in the morning by the look of the light streaming in the window.

"Why, I came to visit you, silly," she replied happily, appraising the room and the fact that she was in it. Her eyes suddenly landed on the cat sitting patiently next to her friend and the tray on his lap. "I didn't know you took breakfast in bed, Drake," she sneered slightly, the silk sheets would be ruined if any of the food landed on them.

"I don't, not normally. And for Merlin's sake stop calling me by that infernal name," he snapped pushing the tray away from him and leaving the bed. "What do you want?"

"My, my so rude, Draco," a second voice drawled from the doorway.

"Blaise, now well isn't this a lovely reunion?" sarcasm dripped with his every word. "Who let you two into the mansion?"

"Your mother," Pansy answered, taking advantage of Draco storming closer to the bathroom, she leapt towards his bed and landed next to the pretty black cat before the blonde could stop her. Gisele merely looked at the irritating witch with without moving a muscle. "Is this your familiar?" her voice sounded slightly awed. Almost with reverence she reached out and gently caressed the fur on the cat's head, making the cat glare at her annoyed.

"No, she is just a stray I picked up from the streets."

"And here we thought you didn't have a heart," Blaise countered as he made his own way towards the king-sized bed. Like Pansy, he was tempted to touch the silky fur of the familiar but knowing Draco and his temper, he wouldn't risk becoming familiarized with the metamorph's claws if he were to stroke the fur as well.

Smirking, the Slytherin girl took the cat in her arms and craddled her against her chest, completely ignoring the hiss that came from the feline. "Well hurry up and get ready Drakie poo, we don't want to be late," Pansy intentionally used the nickname to get at him.

"And where are we going?" Slytherin's Ice Prince asked as he walked into his closet to choose an outfit, ignoring the blasted name as well as he could.

"Diagon Alley, Blaise wants to look for something or another," Pansy waved him towards the shower as she scratched behind Draco's cat's ear. From her position in the girl's arms, she could see her master scowl at the witch and them slam the door to the bathroom.

Sighing Gisele looked at the remaining teens in the room with uncaring eyes. One was watching her from the other side of the bed while he talked to the infernal human clinging on to her, and the other was smothering her against her chest. Deciding she was bored, and irritated, with them, and having her master leave the room, she jumped off out of the girl's arms and left pretending not to notice the two teens following her.

"So what's your name sweetie?" the annoying girl's voice made her balk, fake-sweetness made her spine shiver in disgust.

"Gisele," she stated simply and morphed into "her" human shape to turn back and look at her master's friends. "Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, right?" her voice matched her cold eyes.

Both Slytherins could only gape at the tall, icy beauty of their friend's familiar. Her long, black hair highlighted her frosty- blue eyes and extremely pale skin. No emotion crossed her marble-like face as she regarded them with nonchalance. Their captivation with her beauty did nothing to alleviate Gisele's boredom and irritation.

"It's an honor to meet you," Pansy was the first to break from her stupor as she bowed to the seemingly powerful familiar. Both Blaise and her knew that vampire familiars were not the creatures to mess with.

'Wish I could say the same' "Likewise," she would be dammed if she would entertain them while her master took a shower. Just then her master's mother walked out of a parlor down the corridor from Draco's room.

"Ah, Gisele," she greeted the taller woman. "I wanted to have a word with you," she waited as the familiar opened the door to the parlor once more for her. With one last backwards glance, Gisele looked at the teens before closing the door behind her.

"Mistress," she bowed in front of her, the word showed mostly her respect for her own master though. Carefully Gisele maintained the position while the blonde woman's own familiar stepped forward to inspect her. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the matching paraiba tourmaline rings on both familiar and master's hands.

"The Headmaster of Hogwarts has yours," Narcissa mentioned, making it clear she would not hesitate to read her mind. Nodding, Gisele straightened from her position and made sure she closed of her mind to probing from the blonde woman. She could tell that displeased the mistress but her thoughts were only her own and her master's if he wished to know them. "You are aware that on the first of September you are to go to Hogwarts," it wasn't a question.

"There I will expect you to always look out for Draco's well-being, indulge him only when it's in his best interest. Otherwise, it is your responsibility to ensure nothing bad befalls him, forget what is best for the family if, and only if, it would harm my son," her face looked dark and menacing, a clear warning of what would happen if she were to fail, not that there was a chance of Gisele ever failing her precious master. "Since today his friends insist on going with him to Diagon Alley alone," a sneered followed that last word, "you will be in charge of making sure to get all of the supplies that are missing." Narcissa's familiar handed her a list and bag of money. "I would also like to remind you that once you get to the school, you should go to the headmaster's to retrieve the gem."

Gisele nodded absentmindedly as she quickly scanned the list. Carelessly she folded it and put it away in one of the pockets of the set of robes she had conjured for herself. She really only had one question to ask the female vampire before she left to escort her master and his friends. "Mistress?"

"Yes."

"Why does the headmaster have Master's gem?"

"It is custom to leave the gem with the headmaster once the child has been inscribed in the school so that they may know when the change will take place. Is that all?"

"Yes," Gisele bowed out of the room to come face to face with Draco.

"What did mother want?"

"To tell me to get your school supplies," she answered with the partial truth. Had the change been done, Draco would have been able to read her mind regardless of any precautions she took but at the moment she could get away with hiding things that would only upset him.

Gray eyes narrowed but her face was unreadable, the Malfoy heir opened his mind to demand more information when a sudden crash reminded him of why he was out of bed at that ungodly hour. Sighing he turned and motioned for Gisele to follow, he could feel her keeping something from him but he didn't have time to question what. He made a mental note to ask her later about it.

"Oh there you are, come on we'll be late," Pansy called out to them, dragging Blaise away from the vase he had dropped to leave the house elf to mend it. Disgust flashed through the icy-blue eyes of Draco's familiar, she would much rather spend the day with her master and his parents than the pair of idiotic humans he called friends. There was no telling what these two could drag him into. She rolled her eyes when she noticed that even her master had engaged in the playful banter that had been taking place. At least he would be having a good time, even if she would rather not go out with the mortals.

A flash of heat struck her left arm when she crossed one of the large bay windows overlooking the manor's grounds. A presence, albeit far away, was calling out to her. 'A possible mate for my master?' suddenly she found herself even less willing to allow her master to go to the shopping district.