A/N: So, this is a race called the Drassings which I created. Um, yeah. It was for a challenge but I didn't submit. So, I basically wrote it all over again to fit new challenges. It's better now, I think. I've decided to finally publish it! They have a bit of interaction with the Marauders. That's why it's here. The reason why the Forbidden Forest is forbidden!

Written For:

The Restricted Collection: #20: No reference to a Hogwarts House.

Word count: 1, 659


"Why do you think they call it the Forbidden Forest?"

James Potter pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. "I don't know, Peter. That's why we're here."

"Don't be daft, Wormtail," Sirius Black answered, swatting Peter in the arm.

"I was just asking," muttered Peter Pettigrew. Remus patted Peter's back shooting him a wiry smile.

"Let's go find out then!" Sirius shouted, grinning at his best mates.

"Shhh! Not so loud, Padfoot!" Remus scolded. "We don't want to alert the entire forest."

"Let's go mama bear," James chuckled.

Sirius grinned. "Time to find out why they call it the Forbidden Forest."


Seraphim looked curiously at the four boys entering the forest. She recognized the taller one with the cardigan. He was the boy wolf. She moved her gaze to the other ones. Perhaps they were his friends. She motioned for her pack to stay still.

"Why not?" whined Criss.

She hissed at him. "We don't harm Remuss."

"The otherss!" he whispered, pointing to the three boys. "The small one would suffice."

Seraphim looked at the smaller of the boys with interest. Her pack was hungry, and they needed to hunt soon. "Perhapss."

"We thirst blood!" cried Ressa. She stared longingly at the boys. "One cut to the throat, and they'd be dead. Simple."

Seraphim sighed. "I crave blood, too. But I'm not going to kill innocentss!"

"So?" spat Antoine. "They're just humanss."

"Worthless pathetic creatures!" agreed Criss. "It'll be fine!"

"No!" roared Seraphim. "Remember my grandmother! She said we're not that kind of Drassings!"

The rest cowered back as Seraphim bared her sharp teeth, crouching in the Alpha stance. She stood up slowly, examining each of the members of her pack. Once satisfied, she motioned for them to follow.

"Where are we going?" whispered Criss. He shot worried looks at Ressa. Cress

"To hunt," she grunted. "Animals."

"I'm tired of animals," murmured Antoine. Ressa nodded sulkily.

"You will do as I say!" Seraphim threateningly said, her eyes flashing yellow.

Antoine gulped and nodded quickly. There was a reason Seraphim was in charge. She had the eyes of the Alpha. The Alpha of the pack was not decided by brute strength. Mercies no, that would mean they were savages. Moreover, the race of the Drassings were nothing of the kind. Even if the humans tried to say otherwise.

She scowled into the night. "Let's just get this over with already."

"Cranky much?" asked Criss. He nodded at Antoine to continue.

Antoine nodded at Criss. He put an arm over Seraphim. "What you need is not animal's blood but human blood."

Seraphim looked at the men curiously. "Human blood?"

"It leaves you feeling refreshed," Ressa added enthusiastically. "That's exactly what you need!"

Seraphim felt herself being swayed by the others. "I don't really know."

"Just let usss handle it!" Criss grinned, his teeth flashing dangerously. He spotted a deer and nodded towards it. "Firsst, we need to feed."

Seraphim nodded in agreement. She was feeling faint from the lack of human blood. "First, the deer."

Her team sprang into action. Seraphim felt a rush of adrenaline run through her blood as she sprinted straight at it. She laughed as it tried to run backwards but only to be stopped by Criss. The deer looked frantic, trying to run right and left. She picked up her speed and swooped towards it with her tail. The deer fell almost instantaneously. She growled through her sharp teeth. Her right hand clutching it's throat.

With one quick movement, blood seeped from the wound.

She drank greedily from it's throat. Ahh, the fresh smell of blood overpowered her senses. Each pack member eagerly dismembered the deer. She could feel the blood effects already. Her strength was returning.

"Ahhh!"

Seraphim turned her head sharply at the sudden intrusion. She immediately crouched in defense, growling through her bared teeth.


Sirius stared in horror at the weird snake creatures in front of him. There were at least four of them that Sirius could see. He clenched his wand tightly.

"W-w-what are those?" Peter squeaked, pointing straight at them. Sirius had the urge to smack Peter. They didn't want to insult . . . whatever they were!

"I've read about them," James slowly said, looking at Remus for confirmation. Remus stayed eerily quiet, Sirius thought. "They are a race called Drassing."

"You positive?" Sirius asked, staring straight at the mauled deer.

"You sseem to know a lot," the woman Drassing said. Sirius stiffened as she stood up. The way she presented herself screamed leader.

"I read sometimes," James replied. He shot a frantic look at Sirius as the other three stood still as well.

"Remuss," hissed a male Drassing. "Tell them to put away his magic sstick."

"Put away your wands," Remus said, ignoring Sirius' look of disbelief.

"You can't be seri-"

"Now!"

They reluctantly put their wands away.

"How do you know them?" Sirius demanded.

"He iss the boy wolf," the leader answered. Her eyes flashed yellow.

"Yess," added the smaller woman.

"They know you're a werewolf?" James asked, surprised at this new information.

"Yes," was Remus' short answer.

"We know all about Remus," added the male.

Sirius didn't know what to believe anymore. "How come I've never heard of your race?"

The leader laughed. It sent shivers down Sirius' back. He got a glimpse of her extreme razor-sharp teeth.

"Sirius, James, Peter this is Seraphim, Criss, Ressa, and Antoine." Remus looked awkward as he made the introductions. "They are a hidden race called Drassing."

Seraphim nodded at Remus. "It iss true. The wizards don't like to mention our existence."

Criss laughed. "They fear us."

"But you are registered at the Ministry?" asked James.

Seraphim shook her head. "They wish to have no contact with uss if posssible. We decide for ourselvess. We are not puppetss for the Ministry to control."

"H-how d you feed?" asked Peter, looking at the deer behind them. "Animals?"

Seraphim grinned, her teeth looking menacing in the moonlight. "Yes and no."

"Do you eat humans?" Sirius asked.

"As I said," Seraphim replied, "they wish to have no contact with us."

"But they musst!" cackled Antoine.

"Why?" asked James, scrunching his nose in thought. "I thought the Ministry does what it wants."

"We feast on human blood," whispered Ressa. "We crave it in our blood."

Seraphim shot her a dark look. "The Ministry doesn't want uss to run loose. We don't feast on wizardss only criminalss."

Sirius gulped. "You eat criminals?"

"The oness who are too evil to be at Azkaban."

"We get to feed then," Criss said.

"We can't kill innocentss, however," Ressa added. "It's not right."

"As my grand mother would say, we aren't those kind of Drassings." Seraphim looked down.

"What are you exactly?" Peter asked, his eyes following her swinging tail.

Seraphim chuckled. "We are an ancient race of Dragon people. A long time ago, a vampire had come across a dragon. This dragon was like no other. She was the first and only of her kind. She had the ability to shift into a dragon morphling. She took the appearance of a human only with a tail and scales as we have now. But the vampire's blood and the dragon's fused creating the race Drassing. We now crave blood. Human blood."

"Our dark blue scales, long tails, and razor-sharp teeth are all from the dragon. Why we are permanently in human form is because of the vampire. That is also why we need blood."

"Why don't you ask the Ministry for help?" Peter asked, innocently.

Antoine hissed, Ressa growled, and Criss roared. The Marauders took a step back, surprised by the sudden hostility. "W-what?"

Seraphim eye's were glowing bright yellow in the dead of the night. "The Ministry!?"

"Fool!" spat Criss. "The Ministry is no friend of ours."

"Selfish creatures! The lot of them!" shrilled Ressa.

Antoine stamped his leg on the ground in outrage. "They deserve to die!"

"Calm down!" Remus said hurriedly. "I know the Ministry's rotten."

That seemed to calm the Drassings a little. Seraphim clenched her teeth in frustration. "The Ministry seems to think of us as monsterss! They depsise uss!"

"But they're just scared we're going to eat them!"

"I thought they feared you!" cried Peter.

"They do!" roared Seraphim. She inhaled sharply. In one exhale, she released her fiery breath. The fire seemed to swirl in the air before disappearing in the night sky. "And they should!"

"How did you that?" awed Sirius. James grinned as the embers came falling down.

"That's amazing!" James shouted.

"It wass nothing." Seraphim grunted. "I am the Alpha."

Remus opened his mouth to explain but a fox patronus appeared in front of them.

"There will be four criminals being transported to the forest shortly. Meet us at the clearing. As always let no one see you."

With that said, the fox disappeared.


Seraphim grinned at her pack. "Human blood."

Ressa cackled with glee. "Yesss!"

Sirius felt nausea at the thought of drinking blood. "I think we better go."

Seraphim nodded. "That iss wise."

The Marauders hurried into a run. Seraphim looked at their general direction until she could no longer see them. Their smell still lingered in the air.

"I am glad, they are gone," Antoine said. "I could hear the vein throbbing in their necks."

"Yess," Criss agreed. "Almost killed them for it."

"They are good humanss," Seraphim insisted. "Good wizardsss."

Her team reluctantly nodded.

"Maybe not all magical humanss are scum," Criss added.

Seraphim silently agreed. They slowly made their way to the clearing. She looked pitifully at the wizards who were tied up screaming obscenities.

Criss knocked one over with his tail. His right hand traced the jaw line of a wizard.

"If I had my wand , I'd KILL YOU!"

Criss laughed. "These are scum!"

Seraphim stared directly at one of the criminals. The wizard was revolting to look at it. She didn't even think twice when she spoke her next command.

"Kill them."