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: HUMAN
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 hope and love. You have been warned!
02. Enshroud By The Wicked
"Sirius" I called.
As we all have reached the Burrow, home of the Weasleys, after an exhausting day at Diagon Alley. Obviously, almost all of us were all unbelieving of what happen between the Malfoys and us.
Especially, Draco.
Now, that I think about it. There was something different about him. He still got the arrogant aura, aristocratic robes, slick smooth down white hair that seems to have grown out to shoulder length since the last time I have seen him. His face that still had the sharp edges, had become more adult like, more of his mother than of his father. He was the image of his father with the mellow and softness of his mother. But what was so different was his facial expression and his stormy grey eyes - held sincerity and the sadness in them instead of the usual smirk and presumptuous look. I wonder what had happen.
"Harry?" Sirius tapped me at my shoulder.
I got startled since I was too preoccupied by my thoughts. "Huh?"
Sirius chuckled as he saw the surprise in my face. "You called for me, right?"
"Yeah" I answered as the blush formed on my cheeks. "Sorry, I was into my thoughts"
"I can see that" Sirius teased me. "Was it Ginny?" He wiggled his eyebrow suggestively at me then to Ginny, who also blushed. The Twins snickered at the side. All attention was drawn at us, even Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and it is very embarrassing. Sometimes, Sirius could be such a child.
"No!" I rolled my eyes at him, as my blush deepen. "Actually, I was thinking about the Malfoys."
"What about them?" Sirius asked as he look at me. I was quiet for awhile as I gather my thoughts on how I could explain this to Sirius. My reasons are kinda off.
"It's Draco." I finally said. As the intensity of Sirius' stare bore a hole on me. I continued. "He was different today. And who is Lyra?"
A moment of silence erupted.
All the adults shared that look as they stared as each other then finally Mrs. Weasley spoke. "Lyra." She sighed. "Lucian Lyra Malfoy. Draco Malfoy's older sibling and supposed to be the heir of Malfoy family."
That knowledge seems had clogged inside my brain before I could process it. That when Hermoine asked her, I barely heard it. "Supposed to be?"
"Lucian died at around 13 years of age" Mrs. Weasley uttered, solemnly.
Ginny step closer to her mother, as she sensed her mother's distress and hugged her. "Of what, Mom?"
More of the distress had sketched thru Mrs. Weasley's face as the question was asked. The twins, who were just jostling around earlier also had tone down and were listening.
"The child was murdered by a group of muggles" Sirius abruptly murmured.
No sound can be heard for an awkward time as the emotion of pity enshroud the entire home of the Weasleys.
I finally understood the hatred that the Malfoys expressed upon muggles. They have lost someone. Its a valid reason to loathe but it is not fair that they should do stereotype. Still, I could understand.
"And today is the death anniversary?" I inquired in a hush tone.
"Yes" Remus replied.
"So that's why." I just uttered.
We all settled in for the night, there had been a gawky silence after the talk about the Malfoys. As we have learned some things about them. Before Mr. Malfoy and Mr Weasley were friendly rivals in politics but never had that level of animosity between them that they have now. But after the death Mr. Malfoy's heir, Lucius begin his mission to get rid of all the muggles from the wizardry world, calling them dangerous, barbaric and animals, that Mr. Weasley opposed as being unfair. Resulting to their fight, thus Mr. Malfoy started calling the Weasleys - Blood traitors. While Mrs. Malfoy, who had some sort of relationship with Mrs. Weasley also became cold towards them and Draco, a sweet polite child turned into a rude cruel teenager, a part in which Ron and I couldn't imagine. All the younger Weasleys had no idea regarding this manner since it was personal issue and painful to talk about, that's why it was avoided to be discuss about.
Its kinda hard to visualize that once a good relationship could changed drastically. Losing someone is cruel. All that sadness, guilt, bitterness, hatred and the pain.
As I lay my head on my pillow while thinking, sleep overtook me. Then I dreamed differently for the first time after these weeks.
I dreamed of Draco.
The dream started with me, opening my eyes, as I again was laying down. I was facing the grey sky, dull and lifeless. Then a single snowflake slowly descending towards me. I raised my hand up to reach for it and as I did, my attention was drawn at something in my closed fist. I open it then blood started to flow. Startled, I abruptly sat up. A splashing of something was heard, echoed through out the wide horizon of black and white.
Panic and terror stroked me.
Realizing, that I am again in the same nightmare. I look down at the ground. I am standing on an ocean of dark red blood as it flows and raises to my ankles. Chills run thru out my body as the sensation of liquid trickled down on my body and as I felt the stare directed at me. I turned around and she was there again. Her pale face, submerged with madness, as she smiled at me, wide and with teeth. Her eyes were unfocused and hungry.
She took a step forward and I notice that she wasn't wearing anything. She was truly beautiful; she was lean, had the right muscles, pale and soft looking skin, unmarred and smooth. Her voluptuous body, slender and narrow waist, lascivious curves with ever nooks and corners. I admire the body but I couldn't desire it instead I fear it.
"Harry" She gasped in excitement. "I am close..."
"Close?" I asked.
She laughed, manically like a demon. She wasn't calm today.
My demon suddenly run up to me, with that wild cackle. Her hands encircle around my neck then she push me down. As I hit the the ground, her hands begin to squeezed. I couldn't breath, the pain of her hold and of my inability to take in air begin to flood me. I started to kick and hit her with my fists but nothing faze her. Her weight on my body seems able to unbelievably immobilized me. And as I struggle more, the more she laugh and enjoyed my weakness and my inability to defend myself.
I was dying.
Could I really die in my sleep? Will this ever stop? Could I still wake up? Will I ever have peace? Please stop. Please.
Then she stop suddenly. Still coughing and trying to inhale as many air as I can, I watched her as she froze in place staring at beyond the horizon. She whispered. "Someone else is here"
Another appeared.
It was a male. His white - silver like hair covered his face. He laid a hand on my demon's head just as he did with Sirius' hand, that morning and said in a voice that I am very familiar with. "Go."
"You!" Shocked was carve out from her face then a force seems to have pushed her back away from me and she disappeared.
I look up at my savior. It was Draco Malfoy. He held out a hand and I took it. I slowly stood up and as I rise, all the blood had seems to have vanished. Puzzled, I again faced Draco to ask of how and why he was here in my dream but as I saw the same sincere look on his face, I just couldn't. I was mesmerized and have became speechless.
"Harry, wake up" He said in soothing and enthralling manner.
The light from the window was the first thing that had greeted me in the morning as I woke up form my sleep. It is the first time I had ever felt refreshed from waking up and it left me confused.
Maybe, yesterday's event had something to do with it. Whatever it is, I'm grateful that Malfoy had invaded my thoughts. He seem had driven my demon away last night. I got up and made way to the bathroom - to freshen up and got dressed up for breakfast after all Sirius and Remus are still here, I still have to ask them about that incident. After the excitement from yesterday, I ,temporarily, forgot all about it.
As I have descended the stairs, I can already hear the chattering from the combined kitchen-diner area. Upon reaching the room, I was greeted by the amazing smell of the food.
"Oh, Harry" Mrs. Weasley called. "Just in time, sit"
I sat between Ginny and Hermoine, then greeted the others - Good morning and they greeted back. Ron, later on, stumbled from our room, still sleepy that resulted of being reprimanded by his mother. The twins usually teased their brother with their favorite nickname of him - Ronnikins. I joined with the laughing as he was also teased by his sister, Ginny. I took some of strips of beacons and an egg, as the breakfast begin.
"Where's Remus and Sirius?" I asked at looked around.
"They left earlier but they will be back. Unfinished business they say." Ginny smiled, sweetly at me as caress my hand under the table. I smiled back as well as I squeezed her back. Ginny fluttered her eyelids at me, which made me wish we were alone instead of eating breakfast together with her family, and offered me pumpkin juice which I accepted. The twins hooting and whistling as they saw us, making the both of us blushed.
'It is a nice day.' I thought
'or is it really?' A female voice spoke.
"What?" I asked aloud as I had jumped from my seat.
"Harry?" Hermoine asked as she look at me, with curiosity, along her Ginny was worriedly watching me. "Is something wrong?"
Sweating and feeling cold, I looked down at my food and pretended to be interested with it. "No, I'm fine"
"Okay" Hermoine, apparently, let it go as she had gone back to her conversation with Ron and Ginny with her Mother.
'Tsk. Tsk. Harryyyyy.' The voice giggled. 'Lying again, your a very very bad boy'
'Am I really awake?' I asked myself. 'How come I could still hear her? Wake up, Harry!'
My demon must have found it amusing the panic state and my denial that I was in. As she continue to giggled at the back of my mind. 'I told you last night, Harry. That I'm close, right?'
'Close?' I had to ask to stop myself from doing something as drastic as tell the others that a voice is talking in my head. They'll think that I'm just joking or even worse they'll think that I am becoming crazy. Its getting hard to breathe as I inhale and exhale faster. I think I am hyperventilating.
'Close to submerge into your reality' She sanged in my head as it bounced and echoed. 'My body has already fused with yours, right? Around that time, remember?'
'That incident in the ruins!' I thought with realization.
'Yes, that's is correct.' She said sensually. 'Its good thing your too stubborn not to let others check on you when you started having your nightmares and now I almost completely merge with you. Only what is left is half of your mind and the soul. Hehehehehehe...' She triumphantly said with such vigor and happiness that made me hate her so much and the same time made me feel terrified of what she said.
Fear started to struggled me, cutting off my breathing. Coldness swept in. I wipe my sweat that started to form at my forehead with a trembling hand. I could hear my heart quickens like it was vibrating through my body. 'Calm down, Harry. Calm down!' I thought to myself.
"Harry, dear, what's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she seems to have notice the untouched food on my plate. Frowning, she pushed it towards me. "You're not even eating, dear. Is the food not to your liking?"
Starlted by her call, I flinched but was able to control the shuddered that threaten to surface from my body. Not wanting to offend her, I immediately sat up erect and squirmed on my sit as I felt the pressure from her stare and inhaled the strong smell of cooked meat that awhile ago had made me hungry but is now making me feel nauseated.
"I'm..." I stuttered as I searched in my block mind of any excuse. "- just not that hungry but the food is great, Mrs Weasley."
'Like that would work, Dear Harry!' My demon teased as she added Mrs. Weasley's endearment as an insult. I ignored her.
"Is that so..." Mrs. Weasley said. "Well, try to eat a bit, Harry. You need it. So you could recover from what had happen to you"
'Dang' I thought, it didn't work. 'Its a good thing Sirius and Remus wasn't here'
"If you want Harry. I could you some of my chicken?" Ron offered as he moved his plate towards me. "Mum is right, you didn't even finished your pumpkin juice"
'Ugh, disgusting!' The voice sneered as I eyed Ron's plate. 'Pig!'
'Shut up!' I shouted at her in mind but I can't help as almost agreed with her. Ron's plate is a mess. The plate was shoved under my nose and as I caught the scent of chicken. I, suddenly, became sick. My stomach turned and twisted horribly. Perspiration broke out from my skin and drenched me, my head begin to swim and I felt dizzy and cold.
"Whoa, Harry your green" One of the twins, George commented about me, his voice is laced with heavy concern.
"I think Harry is sick, Mom." Fred intervened as he gone up to my side.
"E-Excuse me!" I shot up from my sit and headed out to the nearest comfort room. I almost didn't reach it as I stumbled on the way. Fred and George was already on my side and helped me until I reached the toilet bowl and I gave a heaved. I sank to my knees, feeling weak. Tears begin to form. My throat hurts from the acid of my stomach. My stomach kept churning and twisting. One hurl after another, it keep coming. Until I could feel relief as all the contents of my stomach were out.
"Harry, lay down for a bit" George said as stood outside the comfort room. There was a gentle patting on my back, Ginny was already by my side, comforting me.
"Thanks." I whispered to her. Ginny only simper at me. As she took a cold towel and put it on my forehead.
"I think we should bring you to St. Mungo, Harry" Mrs. Weasley said as she approached and appraised my ashen face before handling me a glass of cold of water.
"No, I'm just got dizzy, Mrs Weasley. I'll be fine in no time." I said as I gently stood up, assessing the strength of my legs.
"I do insist Harry, to be sure" She scowled intensely. "A checked up like Hermoine had."
'I'm sure if you do, you'll be branded abnormal all the more as your already the boy who lived. Hahahah...' She snickered in my head.
"Maybe next time" I said. Foolishly, listening to her. I am becoming crazy.
"Then I guess, We will observe you" Mrs. Weasley let go but still eyed me once in awhile.
"I'll take care of him" Ginny steadied me as I stood. "You should rest for the meantime, Harry. Lie down on the divan."
Everbody left as Ginny held onto me, not before the twins exchanged mischievous stares at us, while Hermoine with mother-like concern and Ron with a complicated brother-complex and best friend worry. As I lay on the sturdy lounge, I shut my eyes and breathe slowly. Ginny seated near my head and had a novel book. After I have rested enough, I got curious and asked her what she is reading. "Its a muggle story about a boy who hearing things in his mind, its says he has a split personality. Hermoine recommended it."
Irony, the book kind of like talking about me except its not a split personality. It is another creature inside of me. "What's its tittle?"
"Let see" Ginny turned the book upfront and read. "Enshroud by the wicked"
"Ah" I said. 'Just like me'
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