Title: Human

Author: Metis' mischief

Summary: Harry Potter's life changed drastically, turning around 160 degrees completely. In an accident, he turned into a creature of the dark, feared by all. When the temptation for the call of the blood and flesh becomes too much for Harry. He becomes desperate and seeks help but many of his friends and colleagues, turned away from terror and disgust. True bonds are revealed. Friendships are tested. Draco Malfoy, an old enemy, unexpectedly, becomes the light of Harry's dark world.

Disclaimer: This scripture was based from the characters and scenes from the astonishing novels: Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling, and as an aspiring writer, I have no rights and claims to these fantastic novels but I dare say, what I only own are the ideas in this tale

Author's notes: This tale focus in the darker aspect of life, such as blood, flesh, temptation, betrayal, hatred and revenge along with it is love and hope. You have been warned!

01. Eccentric Encounter

The first thing, I have notice as I have open my eyes was – snow. As I, slowly, sat up from where I laid, speculating of where I was. Across me is a field cover by it; nothing else but white horizon. As I stood up, I realized that I was barefooted and dressed only in my oversized marron pajamas, yet, I wonder why I wasn't cold. Maybe, because I'm in a dream that's why I couldn't feel anything.

With nothing else to do, I wander for a while. Walking onward, through the veil of snowflakes when suddenly a rush of strong cold wind blew pass me, it ruffled my hair and fluttered my clothes.

Then.

I felt it - an icy feeling engulf me from head to toe, like a bucket of ice water had been throw at me. I looked back. Dread came at me and fear started to sink in as I saw it. It wasn't water that have drenched me.

It was blood.

Blood was trailing over my footsteps. Trembling, I look down at myself. I was soaked entirely. Assaulting my senses and invading my thoughts.

I can smell it, like rust and salt.

I can feel it, all over my skin: thick and cold.

I can taste it – metallic- addictive, exquisite and…

"Hello, Harry"

Said a quiet musical and child-like voice. The way my name was spoken was sensual, soft and spine-chilling. As if a child had mingle her voice with a snake – hissing like a soft satin.

"I see that you are relishing my gift to you."

As I turn to her. The one who has spoken wasn't a child, not even a tiny bit. She was a teenager, maybe at her 17's or 18's. She had long midnight hair, pale skin like the snow that surrounds us. A petite body but hidden beneath her black satin dress- indicate more muscle than it might hint and eyes, that I could never look away from. Eyes with iris colored like the blood that covered me.

She was smiling friendly at me, like she was fascinated by the view. The view of me, soaked with blood. Me, who is becoming addicted to the taste of blood in my mouth.

"Is it delicious?" She asked mischievously as she sauntered towards me.

I came to realize her inquiry as I stared at my hands and taste it in my mouth. Panic surge within me then denial.

"No…no, no, no" I frantically repudiated. Like I was more like trying to convince myself instead of the stranger in front of me.

"Tsk, tsk…Oh Harry, you're such a liar." She accused as she giggled and glide around me. "I was watching you as you got drunk by the marvelous taste of what I have offer you, surely you can't deny it?

"No, this is not true..." I screamed. I was frighten of my lust and hunger. "This is only a dream. A bad dream."

"Oh, Harry but it is true!" she whispered. "It's all true"

Then she laugh manically. It was maddening to hear it- like a sharp knife had just violated my whole being. I trembled in terror. "Harry…Oh, Harry…" she sang my name, savoring my defeat and my fear.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...HARRY...HAHAHA..."

"HARRY!" somebody shouted.

I woke up, gulping for air. As if I was drowning instead of being awoken from a slumber. I, frantically, searched for my glasses. Anything to dispel my dream and unfog my dillusioned mind.

"I'm here, Harry" Hermoine murmur as she gave me my glasses and turned on the bedside lamp,.

"Mhhah" I gasped.

"Are you alright?" She worriedly approached me.

Honestly, I think I am still shaking like an infant, never have I felt this terrified. I was sweating like a pig and there was awful feeling within the pit of my stomach.

"I think I'm going to be sick" I got up immediately and rush into the nearby bathroom as fast as my two feet could bring me. After me, Hermoine trailed behind. As I reached the bowl, I gave a heaved and all of my dinner from last night came out. Hermoine diligently patted my back as I vomitted. The mixture of sour and bitter after taste of my puke still tangle inside my mouth as I slide unto the floor, resting my head onto the cool wood pane of the wall.

Hermione sat beside me. "Do you need some medicine?"

"No" I said. My voice was raspy, I guess I must have been shouting longer then I have thought. There was a long silence between us, before Hermoine broke it. "Nightmare? The same one?"

"Y-yes." Sighing, I kept my eyes close, trying vaguely to control my upset stomach.

"This had been going on for the past two weeks, Harry." She gingerly whispered. "It's worsening. It's odd."

I let that comment go. I known it is really atypical. Dreaming about that strange girl that I have never met is definitely not a definition of normal. I must admit I have never seen anything like her. She was beautiful then any other girl I have known but the same time, there was something eccentric and exuding of coldness in the way she speak and move.

"Moine" I called out my favorite nickname of her.

"Yes" She answered startled.

"What do you think is the meaning of these dreams?" I asked. I had to admitted I am greatly disturb by the constant visit of these dreams but also it was weird, scary and it felt real.

For first time, Hermoine wasn't really sure of any of these. Especially, it wasn't connected to any person we known so far, not even Voldermort. I wasn't any of help because I don't know the name of the girl in my dreams. Or what the blood consuming is all about?

"I think , Harry" Hermione, with her bushy brown hair, paced infront of me, back and fort. "We should tell this to Sirius, when he get back from St. Mungo. He might know something, since these all started after that incident"

"I guess" I agreed. "How about you Moine? How's the nightmares?"

Hermione silently turn towards me. I studied her face, she had dark eyebags and a washed out experssion. I suppose she was still having them.

"I'm fine. I still do have them but they have been appearing less since our unfortunate adventure but sometimes there were ones that made me woke in the middle night and couldn't return to sleep." She smiled wearily.

I stood up slowly and laid a hand on her back to comfort her. We were having same problems.

"Hey, you two! What are you doing inside the comfort room?"

A red haired boy, with freckles across his two cheeks, was peeking from the gap of the door. Ron, my other bestfriend, was giving that suspicious look, shaded by the color green of jealousy. I had to stop my eyes from rolling. Seriously, up until now, he still thinks that I would take up interest on Hermoine. Hermoine is like a sister and my best friend.

"Ron..."Hermoine grumbled. "I was helping Harry. He had a nightmare and got sick." She helped me as we made our way to my bed. Ignoring Ron as he skided over. " Unlike you, who is sleeping beside him, slept through his screaming like a dead pig."

"Hey!" Ron complained but seemed to lighten up as the misunderstanding on his part had been cleared. "Sorry, Harry. I guess I was just tired."
"Yeah" I answered weakly.

Then he went over. "Blimey, Harry!" He exclaimed. "You look like a toad."

"Thanks for the compliment." I barked back with a sarcastic smile.

"Really, Ron" Hermione scowled as she stomp on Ron's foot.

"Ouch!" Ron pouted as he jump up and down, stroking his injuried foot."That really hurts."

"Harry, rest for the meantime." Moine always the motherhen. "Will be going to Diagon alley, today."

"Yes, Mom." Smirking as I lay down on my bed.

"You better be!" She giggled as she pretended to scowled me then walk away. Ron stood between the door and the bed where I laid. As he can't decide if it's okay to leave me and go after Hermonie or should he stay with me as a good friend.

"Ron" I called.

"Yes!" He must have been too focused to be startled that much.

"Go on" I urged him. He seem had gotten my message, hesitately, he slide towards the door. "Are you already alright?"

"Yeah, Ron" I sighed. "Just follow Hermoine"

Ron's face went to a great color of red as he went on and left. I shut my eyes. I felt the uneased feeling started to fade. I slowly got up to look at myself in the mirror. 'Ah, that's why Ron called me a toad. I look terrible' My black hair was messier than before, my face looks like lost its tan color instead replaced by a sick pale color tinged with green. And most of all, green eyes that's so tired and packed of eyebags.

What a great way to a start the day, Ugh!

Diagon alley was lively as ever. There were shops for anything and everything. Honest shopkeepers bellowed down the streets. Chortle of children at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Bustling of people as they hurriedly past by. Hoots of owls and snarls of cats are heard as we past by Eeylops Owl Emporium and Magical Menagerie. The thick smell of everything mixed through the air which I usually find myself nauseated but the same time made me feel excited and giddy like a child.

After two weeks of being confined, it felt good to be outside again. Hermoine came by my side with the same relief smile as mine. We both gone the same ordeal so we understand each other the most these past few days. Being under the surveillance by the adults, who either thinks that I'm are too fragile to even hold a glass of water by yourself or thinks I'm too unsafe to sleep with the same room with my best friend, it was so suffocating and frustrating. It was almost a miracle they let me and Hermoine be out in the open.

"Looking good there, little prongs!" said a deep musculine voice that I was so familiar of.

"Sirius" I said as I happily pounce on him.

"Hold your horses there, kid. I don't want you hurting yourself" He laughed as he took a hold of my shoulders and embraced me, gently.

"I'm already fine, Sirius" I scowled at him as I returned the embraced.

"Please leave some of Harry for me" Another spoke with gentle raspiness in his voice.

"Remus, its good to see you." I uttered as I move away from Sirius to hug the said man. "I miss them" I,vaguaely, thought.

"It's good to see you, too" Remus muttered as he encircle both of his arms around me.

I looked at them. Remus, brown ruffled hair, is still tall, lanky and bit slouching but seems healthy enough compared the last time we have seen each other. As for Sirius, black nape length hair, had more muscle in him as I noticed as I had hugged him earlier then Remus but still supporting that dark eyebags.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley." Sirius greeted. He walked up and sharked hands with a middle-aged man, red hair with old wizardy robes, Ron's Father, Aurthur Weasley. "Its been a while"

A laugh came out of Mr. Weasley as he also took Sirius' hand and shook it. "Sirius, I told you to call me Aurthur and it is also good to see you."

Remus released me as he also greet Mr. Wealsey. "Sirius, Remus. You both came" Mrs. Molly Wealsey had just arrived. A woman with gushing of motherly aura, clothed with duster and Home-made sweater from colorful yarns, reddish hair just like Ginny.

"Mrs. Weasley, more beautiful than I last saw you" Sirius cheekily vocalized as he moved towards her and kiss the back of her hand.

"Thank you Sirius, but call me Molly" Mrs Weasley automatically responsed with her motherly affection.

"Yes. Yes, Of course.' Sirius said . "I have to thank you for those wonderful pastries. you have always send out for us, Remus and I. Without those I would have died in St. Mungo for the lack taste of their foods."

"Don't go gussy up about those snacks. They are not that good" Mrs. Weasley abashed by those words of compliment.

"But its true. Very true" Sirius jolly blabbed. Mrs. Weasley face was adorned by blush as she smiled brightly.

"That's enough" Mr. Weasley pouted. "I'm getting jealous over here"

"Aurthur!" Mrs. Weasley gashed and grew more red. "You know that Sirius was just playing around."

"Oops" Sirius jokingly said in a sing-song tone.

""Sirius" Remus snide as he elbowed him.

I laughed as the scene unfolded infront of me. The adults smiled as if hearing my chuckle assured them. With so much energy, Sirius jogged beside me and swing his arm over my shoulder. "Its nice to see you being so well"

"You too" I patted his chest as I was still chuckling and swipe the formed tear under my eye from laughing so hard.. The relief - I felt made me relax and feel free as I amuses myself with the old jokes that Sirius cracked for the twins: George and Fred, good stories from Remus shared with Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley. Two of my best friends beside me as they snide and flirt with each other. And My girlfriend, Ginerva holding my hand with a beautiful smile on her face.

It was almost noon, when all of us decided to have late lunch. Coming out from Quality Quidditch Supplies shop, huddled up to The Leaky Caudron. When an unwelcome voice sounded out.

"Well. Well, its the Weasleys, blood traitors. No wonder it has became unbearable here at Diagon Alley"

A stoic man, long pale blond hair, dressed in what seems to be expensive black dress robes, Mr. Lucius Malfoy and behind him, was a mini version of him, shoulder length and almost white hair, also clothed with expensive robes but instead of black, his was White to silver in color, Draco Malfoy.

"Mind your own business, Malfoy" Sirius barked.

"Ah. Mr Sirius Black. I heard of an unfortunate event that had happened. I thought you were dead. Pity..." He said with a polite manner but dripping of sarcastic and demurring message.

Snarling, Sirius stomped as he stride to confront Mr. Malfoy. "Yeah, too bad ain't it because then no one is going to smack that mouth of yours."

Sirius raised his fist but was held back by Remus by an arm around his waist. "Let Go, Remus!" as he grab Remus' hand trying to removed it. I can hear cheers of fight and egging from the twins and Ron.

"His not worth it" Remus gritted. "Mr. Malfoy, I would appreciate if you would stop this and be best be on our own ways"

"Don't you dare talk to me, Werewolf." Mr. Malfoy sneered at the offered peace. Sirius went crazy in Remus' arms. The twins, Ron and I were on the edge now as we glared at the Malfoys. Hermoine and Ginny were watching on the sides.

Mrs. Weasley walked up to them. "Can you stop being childish, Sir? Step away as far as you can. This becoming unpleasant since you have arrived."

"Unpleasant? Hmm... Like a SOW. Are you talking about yourself, blood traitor?" Mr. Malfoy went further with that then Hell break loose. Sirius and all the Weasleys, even Mr. Weasley went for it, stomping toward him with their raised fists and angry faces. I also couldn't stop my anger as I marched towards them. I can hear the girls telling us to stop but Mr. Malfoy was asking for it. Then unexpectedly, Draco Malfoy step infront of his father, shielding him from us. Sirius almost hit Draco as he was standing between Sirius and his father. It was a good thing Sirius was able to stop his strike.

"Draco." Mr. Malfoy said, shockly, in a concern voice.

"Boy" Sirius was pantly from abrupt stopping his fist. "Get out of the way"

Oddly, Draco stood firmly with a blank face, that I never saw on him. This was not the reaction I would get from him if it was the usual.

"Uncle" Draco uttered as he took Sirius' fist in both of his hands, holding it gently.

I could feel my face turn to a surprised expression as I heard Draco called Sirius - Uncle. Sirius was also stunned as he stood there with a hanging jaw. Apparently Mr. Malfoy was also astonished as well as the rest of the Weasleys and Hermoine.

Unconcerned by our reaction, Draco continued. "Could you let go Father's insult, Uncle Sirius, just for the day. He isn't the best condition these days. I would much appreciate it."

"Draco!" Mr. Malfoy appalled by his son, interfered. He reached out and grabbed Draco's shoulder turning him. "What are you doing?"

"Father" Draco uttered with a strained voice. "You promised that you wouldn't do anything unsightly just for this day." Draco, with a bored look, talking down to his father like he was scolding an infant. "This is an important day, Father." He stopped to emphasized. "If can't do that. You can go home. I will tell mother that you can't come because of an -" He halt for a second to think of a word. " itch, you can't suppress."

Mr. Malfoy, speechless, step back with a solemn face as he was reminded of something. A minute pass before he spoke again. "Draco, I understand"

With that, Draco turned to Sirius. "Uncle Sirius, I apologize for my father's behalf. Could you let it go?"

I couldn't stop myself from staring at Draco. The whole scenario is so surreal but what made me ogled is the sincere on Draco's face.

"I-I" It seems Sirius was also shaken by the whole ordeal and can't find a word to say.

Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley took over the situation, since all the males are all immobilized. "I also would to apologized for this childish banter in our part"

"Thank you very much, Mrs Weasley. Lyra will be grateful for it" Draco said with content.

After hearing that name, both of Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley along with Remus and Sirius faces morphed into shocked then into unreadable expression.

"So, It was Today" Sirius said, calmly and with apologetic look on his face.

"Yes, Uncle" Draco answered, quietly.

"Then, be best to go now. So, you won't be late. Tell Lyra that I say Hi" Sirius simply said as if all the anger from the earlier events had disappear.

"I will" Draco smiled, faintly. "Let's go, Father"

Then they went off.

My mind can't seem to process what had just happen. Especially, the part where Draco smiled at us or even the part he apologized. And what so weird is the part that both Mr and Mrs. Weasley, Remus and even Sirius seems to understand the whole situation.

Hermoine walked up beside me and murmured something.

"What?" I had to ask, out of curiosity.

"This is an eccentric encounter" She said.

'Ah, Yes indeed." I thought as I spend a lingeringly stare at the way they gone off to.

Author's message: It would be a great pleasure and help, if you would give a bit of advice or comment about this Chapter 01: Eccentric Encounter, as a way of giving me support and a form of guide in the improvement of this story. Stay tune for the next update. That's all.

For now, adios!