CHAPTER 3: the Beginning

Draco was the last to get off the train. He had no reason to rush himself, hated the sorting and had no interest in watching. The stupid poems that the hat came up with every year, Draco wanted no part. Instead he found sticking his foot out into the aisle of the train was actually quite fun. Tripping anyone that walked past was hilarious in Draco's opinion.

Draco laughed every time and turned his head away from the fallen kid as they struggled to get up. Pansy smiled and Blaise sniggred, who sat in the seat across from him. All Draco did in return was roll back his shoulders and smile proudly.

As much as he denied it, Draco was overly happy that the ministry had let him and other Death Eater children a second chance. It made Draco happy though he knew that some would gladly follow the Dark Lord again if they were given the chance to.

It was his NEWTS year and to Draco, it meant a lot. He wasn't sure for what was in store for him, the jobs he wanted to achieve. In all seriousness he knew that he really didn't have to find a job. His family money supplied that. But already it made him feel guilty.

Oh how did Draco hate his life planned out. He felt that he had no choice and become the Malfoy his father always wanted him to be. Dragged into his dark life that was being swished around in poison. Cracked and mangled, some pieces unfixable. All because he had no choice.

A name as grand as Malfoy needed to keep its ranks. At this moment it was dropping, badly. His father really messed it all up with the Death Eater crap. Now Draco had to clean it up, if he could that is. His name wasn't all that great either. That made things all more complicated. How would he change when he had already shown them who he was suppose to be… They needed to know what he was meant to be, not what he was.

Draco almost winced and looked at a first year one compartment down. The brown haired boy held his ankle tightly. Even with the black sock you could tell that the ankle was swollen, possibly broken. The kid sat with his lips trembling and Draco could tell that he was trying not to cry. Such a Gryffindor he though.

Except if he was in a similar situation he'd be holding back the tears too, reputation in all. Draco had no room for humiliation in any way. He really was a mean person, wasn't he? Yeah more likely but Draco just pushed it of. But he could already tell that changing what people thought about him wasn't going to start anytime soon.

He was a Malfoy after all. But then again a Malfoy always got what they wanted.

The good things about being the last one up to the school was that Draco didn't have to deal with the constant death stares being shot his way. Everyone had their opinions about him and kids like him and Death Eaters as your parents thing. Who cares, everyone already knows what stains his left forearm. It was no better, they always looked at him like his name equaled hell.

Gryffindors hated his guts.

Hufflepuffs pretended like he didn't exist.

Ravenclaws turned up their noses.

And Slytherins either didn't care or said nothing about it. Draco wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad.

The bad things about being last was Pasny always saved him a seat and never took the hint that he wasn't interested. Whatever he did it never helped it only made it worse. Only if she knew what he was then maybe, just maybe she would leave his arse alone. Literally.

Draco slipped into the Great Hall silently so nobody would notice. He glanced around and saw that most people had their eyes to the front. He also noticed that there were only four first years left to be sorted. He let a breath go, like he had said he hated the sorting. Hated it with a passion, he didn't know why but he did.

Having this many student in one room, the place was really quiet as Draco made his way to his table; home of the snakes. He sat next to Pansy like he always did. She smiled cheekily at him which he half returned.

He clenched his stomach with a blanc mind. Draco hadn't realized that it hurt till he sat down and his chest jumped to his throat and his insides did flips. He wasn't even sure if it was pain that he was feeling, he almost felt like he was nervous.

Except he had nothing to be nervous every about. Well a few things but at the moment there was nothing. If anything he was rather happy; he was at Hogwarts. A place he liked a lot. It got him out of his own home because it was currently being used as a Death Eaters hide out. As much as he hated to think about it, there were Death Eaters who had escaped being sent to Azkaban. In fact nobody had got the notion that they were Death Eaters, and still they don't know.

As crazy as it sounds, Voldemort's followers are very loyal to him, even with that monster gone. Draco took a breath, what had he gotten himself into. Peeling back his sleeve to reveal the head of the snake.

The mark wasn't a deep black like it was during the spring months. Instead it turned to a faded grey but it was no less visible. His brushed over the reptile's mouth , tracing the lines.

"DRACO!" Pansy hissed making the accused boy jump.

He looked over at her, his eyebrows raised as his movements paused. Pansy gave him the most unapproving looks. She bent her hand around him and grabbed his sleeve.

"You can't go poking at it whenever you feel like it! It's not smart Dray, you have to be more careful," she whispered, pulling the cuff to his robes down roughly.

His grey eyes narrowing at her. Sneering, he turned his back on the dark haired girl.

"She's right you know." Said Blaise simply. The black haired boy sat next to him. His elbows resting on the table, arms crossed.

"What makes you think that you can drop in on other people's conversations Blaize," grumbled Draco his face serious.

"Okay Mr. Bossy, I'm a Slytherin it's what I do. Your one too, in fact you're pretty much our house mascot: Draco Malfoy the Prince of Slytherin," explained Blaise his waving out creating an imaginary banner that said Draco's title.

"Yes!, is that what they really call me?" Said Draco turning his head to glance at the hall.

His eyes scanning the room but fell onto the face of his godfather. He smiled to the man and raised his chin almost too proudly. Draco nodded to Severus before turning back.

The potions master just rolled his eyes, Draco smiled even more.

"Yeah, most do actually. They're all afraid of you. I would be too if I wasn't your friend. The way that the Dark Lord called you to come over to him. And you listening. Others wouldn't find that inviting…. At all,"

"Well yeah I listened! I would of died if I didn't. I save my own bloody skin nobody else's. But sll you lot have to know that I didn't want to do it," Draco huffed in annoyance. His stomach becoming worse that he almost towered over in pain.

"But your Father, didn't you want to please your old man," asked the black haired boy.

"What! Where'd you hear that. My father is a fool and I have no desire to follow his footsteps. For if you don't know Lucius is in Azkaban," he said rudely. Though his words were practical lies. Maybe now he wanted nothing to do with Lucius Malfoy, but as lately as last year things were different. Draco looked up to him just because he was his father. He never looked past that and saw what he was dragging himself into.

"But Dray, he's your father," peeped in Pansy.

Draco choked. "Pansy please.. My father only loves me because I'm his only son. The heir to the Malfoy family and that's it. He wouldn't care about me if I was his second son or a girl. All he wanted was power."

"Well I guess but-"

"HE'S DOWN! That Potter boy is down!" Yelled a sixth year from up the table. The Slytherin was on his knees in his seat pointing across the room.

All the students either stood or turned to look at the scene. Draco followed the crowd and twisted himself around. His eyes scanning for Harry Potter amongst the Gryffindors.

His stomach ache worsened as he noticed the rest of Potters trio holding up his limp body. Draco's arm wrapped back around his midsection clenching tightly.

"Geese that doesn't look very good," said a standing Blaise. Pansy nodded in agreement. Staring at Potter, all three of them watching the blood drip to the floor. It might of been a little far but it was very knowledgeable. The red contrasted brightly in the room, and shined off of the light.

The savior of the wizarding world tried to move his head, his shaggy hair bouncing with every try. Draco closed his eyes taking in another wave of what he thought was a stomach bug. Then everything stopped the pain faded and his chest loosened. He felt utterly normal but rather empty.

Several professors ran from their table to come to the boy's aid. The ones that didn't stood to look at the arisen problem. Headmistress Mcgonagall ran to Harry and picked up his small form from those of the boys friends. The woman looked worriedly to Granger and Weasley.

Draco watched silent words leave Mcgonagall's mouth and the two nodded. The two got up and Draco couldn't help but notice that their hands were stained red. Granger ran after the headmistress as the redhead look disgustingly at his hands. Standing still with a vile look to his face, his cheeks turning a sea green.

"Ha! the Weasel froze!" Giggled Pansy, her hands clapping in delight."Hey! His best friends blood his on his hands, can't you be a bit more understanding.." Said Tracey Davis poking Pansy's shoulder.

Pansy shook off the finger. "Stop being such a Hufflepuff Tracey. I don't care for what happens to those stupid Gryffindors. What side are you on? Them? Or ours?" Snapped the black haired witch. Some of the Slytherin's that heard nodded in agreement, while the rest just rolled their eyes.

"Ours, but… I don't know maybe we-," said Tracey.

"Ha, very funny but No! This-," Pansy gestured to the occurring problem. "Is outright amazing, nothing could get better," She cheered.

Draco shook his head at the witch as well as Blaise. Both rolling their eyes before bringing them back to the stunned sidekick of the wizarding world's savior.

Ron jumped when Dean Thomas gave him a push on the arm. Draco could tell that he was telling the weasel to go and follow his friends. The boy took no waste and ran out of the hall to make up his missed ground. The students were all now standing silently in the midst of what happened. Watching their savior, Harry Potter, fall with his blood staining the floor.

Something in Draco clicked and he felt himself wanting to follow the golden trio. He turned to glance at his friends, a smug smile across his face. Pansy and Blaise gave him a questioning look. With nothing said Draco spun around and walked off. His slytherin friends watching his retreating form as Draco left the Great Hall.

Once out, Draco crept quietly through the ground level of Hogwarts. He walked to the stairs that would bring him up to the hospital wing.

The hallways were dark, the lit candles casting eerie shadows across the floors. They flickered with the night's air.

Opened windows carried a cool autumn draft that made Draco shiver. He wrapped his school cloak tighter around himself.

He wasn't sure why he was even doing this. It wasn't normal of him to go around snooping. Especially when it involved Potter and his tag along friends. Draco shook his head.

The blonde climbed the stairs that would take him to the first floor, to the hospital wing. He could already see the faint light that was coming from his wanted destination. The light traveled down the hall bending around the stairs. Dividing the steps in half between shining stone and complete darkness.

Draco kept himself in secret as he looked around the railing post. The brightness meeting his eyes, his blonde hair reflecting. Draco brought himself around the corner till he could see through the doors of the hospital, his body within the lambent glow.

He couldn't see much just the beginning of the bed row. Except he knew Harry's designated bed that he was always put in. The countless times Harry went to see Madam Pomfrey. Draco knew that it was on the other side of the room, hidden by the wall.

Without looking in he put himself next to the doors and tilted his head; listening. He could hear the quiet voices of Granger talking rather slowly.

"..But Poppy, he's already been through enough, is there any way we can change it back?" Asked Hermione.

"No, I'm afraid not, It's in his blood. It would kill him if we were to just.. take it out," Said the saddened voice of the matron.

"Oh man! This isn't good. Harry, he's, well no he is not a he…Wow. Harry is going to freak, This is all bloody insane. Harry- Harry's not going to take it well, I don't think anybody would," Ron yelled, his voice echoing out into the hall.

Draco kept his breath held trying to catch all of what they were saying. The light waved as he thought of someone's nervous pacing. He barely caught what they were saying, his mind placing in the words that he missed.

"Mione stop that, it's not helping." Ron said to his curly haired friend.

"Here take this… I give you access to the restricted section Miss Granger. Look them up yourself, because i'm not entirely sure what we're dealing with. I heal people, not teach the dark arts," Said Pomfrey.

"Yes ma'am, and thank you. I'll do my best,"

"Now both of you, get going. It's late and I expect you both go straight to your house. Harry will be fine and Miss Granger don't go searching tonight-"

Draco was pulled away by a rough hand. He turned around to meet the dark eyes of his godfather. His hair long as ever and his nose hooked sideways. Draco tried to put on a guilty smile but found the collar to his uniform being tugged.

Next, he found himself being dragged down the hallway and away from the hospital wing. Professor Snape took a turn and roughly pushed the blonde to the wall in a menacing way. The potions master had the collar of his cloak scrunched tightly into his fist.

"And did you think I would miss your little escape Draco. What would your father think, following the boy that landed him in Azkaban! I would find it fit that you should explain yourself." Snape sneered like he would to a Gryffindor.

".. Eh I felt sick..?"

"You're a filthy liar Draco, truth, now!" Yelled Severus angrily.

Draco looked to his feet defeated. "I don't know, I think my mind wanted me to follow them. My instincts wanted me to- It was pushing me.."

"Draco, Your 'instincts' are causing more harm than good. Is that Granger girl yours?" Snape inquired, his face tense.

"My mate?" Draco choked. "NO! Not at all! that mud-blood isn't worth my time. Finding my intended had nothing to do with this," snapped Draco at his godfather.

"Good. Now Draco I suggest you get back to the dungeons before your head of house gets there, I believe the others have been taken to their dorms already, Password is; Griselweed" Snape glared.

"Yes uncle Sev," Gulped Draco as he wiggled out of Snape's hold to run down the hallway. Draco's robes fanned out behind him with his shoes clicking against the stone flooring. He made his way to the Slytherin house quickly, not wasting any time.


Two nights later Draco woke in a cold sweat. He found his heart beating fast, hard against his chest. The blonde threw his legs over the bed and tried to stand. But instead of doing so his body dropped to the floor.

His arms caught his falling body, his breathing strained. Draco looked up into the darkness of the boys dormitory, and relieved to find everyone asleep. Grey eyes turning a piercing silver, shining out into the blackness.

He arched his back upwards as a pained sensation came over his body. His body felt caged and he was given no choice but to give in. Draco's body relaxed before his grey wings shot out from his back and his hands lept from the ground.

Fingers raked his sides and his eyes squeezed shut. There was no way in hell that this was normal. Before his wings came out at ease, why was this time so..painful and forced. The thought was pushed aside as another wave rolled through. His whole body tensed and trembled.

Keeping his mouth shut he bit his lip to hold his torturous screams. Draco completely let go of himself and let his natural Adze thoughts follow. Only one word came to mind and it was one he had been waiting for since he had first received his own inheritance. Mate! His thought yelled at him.

Draco's wings shot outwards and he ran for the door and down the stairs to the empty common room. The blonde's hair grew inches longer and his eyes grew brighter as his hunt began. His large wings fluttered blowing papers off of the tables, making them float to the ground in a swooping pattern.

A low growl rumbled deep from draco's chest. "Mate, Mate Mate!..." His voice repeating over and over again. Draco flew out the door in records time.

pointed feathers detached as they got caught in the swirling wind. Curling in the air the feathers floating swiftly to the ground. Its form curved upwards as it settled to the floor.


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