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!

Author's message: I am grateful for those people who had read this story. Especially to Piglett for your comment, it had given me the courage to continue this tale. I would be thankful for any comments or advice so I could improve it.

I also thankful to Princesstwilight2351.DarkDreamer1982. Drarry's home. Athrun434. Lune the Twilight. Linda Wchter. 20eKuRaN17. gothicking12. forswear4687. AKTF-0729. Kyla InuMaru. Loveanyway123. for following HUMAN.

03. The Crestfallen Draconis

'Wakey wakey... I have a gift for you'

A voice with a sing song tone said. I blinked open my eyes to stare at our room's ceiling, as I am still bunking with Ron. The dim light that is passing thru the curtains of our window indicates that it is still early morning, maybe, around five to six o'clock. I slowly sat up and went to find my eyesglassess that I usually set on the bedside table before sleeping but halted. I realized that instead of a blurry vision, I am seeing clearly without them on. What the?!

'Do you like the improvement, Harry?' My demon uttered. She was back again.

After the incident yesterday, she suddenly disappear from my mind and had not spoken until I went to bed and strangely, I also didn't have a nightmare last night.

'Well?' She asked, waiting and expecting.

"Why?" I didn't answered her but instead asked her back. I have no idea of what is her intention. Yes, I would be beyond than happy for the gain of clear sight that I always wish for but this my demon, the one who had been toturing me for the past three weeks. A gift like this is never without a consequence.

'Oh, I just hate seeing thru your eyes with those hideous things. I just have to fix those iris of yours. There are no visible changes. So, stop with that panic look.'

As she spoke, I ran up to the mirror to look at my eyes, especially my pupils. I didn't want my eyes to became like hers, colored in dark red. When I did saw that nothing changed even the color except that my eyes were more vivid than the dullness in them because of my blurred vision. I sighed a relief.

"What do mean seeing thru my eyes?" I murmur to myself.

'Just as I said I am seeing the things that you see thru your eyes' She said in a bored manner as if she was explaining something to an elementary child.

Annoyed and worried, I closed my eyes. "Everything I see, You see. Everything I do, You know. Everything I think, You are informed. You have invaded my life. What do you really want?"

'Hmm... Your down-fall? I'm not sure. but for now, I am going to enjoy You, Harry.' She giggled and her voice faded in the back of my mind.

I felt miserable. As I felt my fears, worries and I am beaten-down inside. I am sick and tired of all of this. I want to have some peace. Tearing up as I face down with my palms covering my face.

I had to freshen up and dressed before I could go down for breakfast that day. I left Ron snoring on his bed in a deep sleep. Hearing the commotion from the first floor, happy voices sounded out, I went down the stairs.

"Harry!" Remus called out as soon as he saw me. I already forgotten my distress, I flew to hug Remus.

"Sirius?" I asked as soon as I released him from my embraced, looking around to see if there's a a mop of black hair among the midst of read heads or even a sight of a huge black dog but none was found.

"He wasn't able to come." Remus said, after awhile. "Dumbledore had a mission for him"

"I see" I mumbled. Disappointed, I couldn't do anything about that. "What was the mission about?"

"I don't know, Harry." Remus said as his eyes evaded eye contact with mine. My eyes narrowed in suspicion.

'Hmmm...He knows about it but he won't tell you.' The demon whispered in my head. 'What could it be? That he couldn't tell you, his bestfriend's son.'

'Stop taunting me!' I replied back.

'Well, if you want something. I could make it happen.' she teased me. 'You just have to ask.'

"Harry?" Remus peered at my face as I have seem to have space out on him while standing.

"Yeah, I understand." I replied, too quickly, that Remus raised his eyebrow in question.

"I just ask you if you have eaten, already?" Remus said.

"Oh." I said akwardly.

Then a burst laughter came from behind. Charlie and Bill, both who had just arrived with Remus, were seated on the chairs of diner table. They have those teasing smiles on their faces. Bill or should I say William Weasley, is oldest among the Weasley children, is a curse breaker in Gringotts in Egypt. He looked more like a singer of rock band instead of a office guy and Charles Weasley, known as Charlie, works with Dragons in Romiania, had a bulky body, the one you usually see as an average bouncer.

"Remus, don't tease Harry too much." Billy chuckled, huskily. "He is still in daze. Its seems to be last night, you and Ginny had a good time!"

Beside him, Charlie guffawed at my embrassed face. Growing red at ever minute that I spend with them, even Remus apologized, that made the others laughed more.

"What are you all laughing about?"

Ginny and Hermoine just had arrived.

"Nothing" I squeaked in embarrassment then more laughter followed.

"Harry, do you have a minute?" Remus stood against the door, as he was looking at me. I was packing my things in my trolley, a day before our departure to Hogwarts.

"Sure" I said as I re-adjust my eyeglasses. I still wore them, not to ellicit suspicion, instead I removed the graded glasses and replaced them with ordinary ones.

"I heard from Hermoine that you were still having the nightmares?" Remus asked. As Remus moved to sit on the bed. It made squeaking sound and the slight trembling was felt.

'Noisy girl' My demon snarled. I ignored her.

"Yes, I still do have them but they have lessen compared from before." I muttured as I pretended to be busy with my stuff.

"That's good" Remus smiled. "Sirius is very worried about you, since you never talk about these things with him"

Speaking about serious stuff, I remember that I need to ask about those ruins. After all, it had been the start of my nightmares and its where my demon came from.

Well.

According to her.

"Remus about those ruins, I wanted to talk about it. Everything from what and why Sirius and Bellatrix was there? What was the thing that we saw in there?"

Remus' facial expression changed, abruptly, when I ask the last question. The flicker of the emotions were so fast but I caught one in particular which is - off guard.

'He knows something. Fishy. Tsk. Tsk.'

"That is something you have to discuss with Sirius, himself. Its about his family" Remus said in a serious tone that I couldn't disagree. "It is something personal for him. Please understand." he added, seeing my reaction.

"Hmm" I hummed to agree but I still felt disappointed about something. Maybe the lack of trust in me that they are showing or my inability to have the information that I need, desperately. I return to my packing as I completely ignored Remus. I know it was childish but I felt off and I don't want to be as understanding as I should be. Remus sensing my mood left the room, quietly.

This is frustrating!

I was woken that early morning by the nudging of Mrs. Weasley, whispering to me to wake up. I felt that I barely had lain and slept in Ron's room. I slept late last night because I couldn't sleep at all. Not because of a nightmare this time around but because I had a lot think of, especially about my demon and Remus's reaction yesterday. Apparently, It was time to wake up and prepare for the departure to Hogwarts.

I slowly sat up as Mrs. Weasley went over Ron to wake him up next. I almost forgot to put my glassess on since my vision got cleared up. There were no to little light that is passing through the window's curtain as I got dressed in my old pair of jeans and over- sized faded red t-shirt, courtesy of Dudley; We would changed to our uniform in the Hogwarts Express within the duration of our travel.

Ron and I went down the stairs, yawning. As we reached the kitchen - dinning area, Mrs. Weasley had a panic and grave look on her face as she was talking to someone with the use of a two-way mirror. I can't hear the words but her tone of voice was shaking as if something extremely bad had happen.

"Arthur!" She called, loudly. "Urgent News, come hurry!"

Mr. Weasley came rushing in and grab the two -mirror from Mrs. Weasley. In hushed voice, he talked to the person on the other of the mirror. "Yes, what happen?"

That was the last I heard before Mr. Weasley went outside for privacy. After 5 minutes, the twins came down from upstairs, still pale and sleepy.

"M-m-morning" They both greeted as they yawned, walking wobbly - still groggy from sleep.

"Y-you, two. Hurry up and eat! Where are those girls?" Mrs. Weasley stuttered. It was still evident in her voice that she was still shaken from the news she had recieved from the call. The twins had noticed the aggitation that is oozing from their mother, as they both stop brickering at each other.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Fred asked as he straighten up from his chair. The usual sleeply atmosphere was gone in a second.

"I can't say" Mrs. Weasley muttered gravely. "Confidential and personal. Its about a workmate of your father. All I know it is tragic."

Then the back door open with a slam, Mr. Weasley almost run into Mrs. Weasley in rush, his face was pale and beads of cold sweat trickles on the his forehead, but what was so prominent in his feature and expression is full-blown panic.

"Molly" Mr. Weasley beckoned, breathlessly. "I have to go. They need me there. I have to stop him before he do something drastic from his anger."

Mr. Weasley dash towards their room and after a moment, he went out fully clothed; wizardy office attire and was combing his hair. "Molly and kids, I'll going now. Molly, are going to be alright taking the kids to the King's Cross?"

"I'll be fine." Mrs. Weasley said, softly. "Just take care of him, even his wife. She might also be in shock of what did happen to her child."

"Hmm" was all Mr. Weasley could say as he disapparated. As he vanished, Hermoine and Ginny entered the kitchen, well dress and awake.

"Where's Dad?" Ginny asked as her eyes swept across the room, in search for Mr. Weasley.

"He had an emergency to attend to" Mrs. Weasley said, quietly.

"What was it?" Ginny sat beside me as she look up to her, waiting for her answer. Hermoine then sat across me and began loading her plate with a piece of bread before paying attention to the conversation.

"Its confidential, Ginny. I can't tell you." Mrs. Weasley had lay down the bacon that was newly cooked in the serving plate, with a great sigh. " I just wish that it will be solve immediately."

Billy and Charlie came in the middle of us having breakfast as they were waken by their mother as she asked to them if they could help her to send us off, which they willingly accepted. but Percy, apologizing, said that he is needed in the office. He, immediately, apparated.

"Percy should just marry his Boss" George grumbled as soon as Percy disappear.

"Stop that, George" His mother reprimanded him.

Its a good thing, Billy and Charlie were both home and had some sort of vehicle to help us be transported to our destination. A small car from Charlie and a motorcycle from Billy. Of course, all the trunks were put in the car while the twins immediately took the sit on the motorcycle and all the rest got jammed pack in Charlie's car even with the help of magic to make it spacious.

We reached King's Cross safely. I was already used in getting onto platform nine and three-quarters by now. As me, Hermoine and Ron walked by group, walking straight through barrier between platforms nine and ten. We have to do it in unobstrusive way to avoid any attention from the muggles. Chatting and being relax is the best way to do it.

As we made pass the barrier, the sight of the Hogwarts Express, a scarlet steam engine with ashes and smoke coming out from the pipe greeted us. Around it was a mob of Hogwarts students with their parents along with trollies and caged pets. We bid goodbye as we went inside to find our sits. We separated from George and Fred as they went with Jordan, thier friend. Ginny also when to her group of friends that were on the same year with her. That left the three of us. Upon reaching an empty compartmet, we settled down our lugauge and trollies.

"Hey, Ron." I called out, curiosity made me.

"Yeah, Mate" He said as he sat beside Hermoine, who is sitting opposite of me.

"What do you think is all about the incident this morning?" I asked looking for an answer.

"I don't know" Ron croacked out, akwardly. "But my guess is: its very bad. Mom and Dad are both shaken from whatever news they heard about Dad's workmate."

"Maybe its about that terrible accident that was in the news on the Daily Prophet." Hermoine huffed weakly as she moved her enourmous hand bag beside her.

"What news?" I glanced at her.

"The Daily Prophet's headlines were about Dead-eaters attack a small muggle village a little far from Hogwarts" Hermoine muttered as she straighten up, she took one of her books, to have light reading. "But that was two weeks ago."

The rain began pour outside as the plattering sound was heard, the rain drops falling on the glass window of their compartment as the train moved farther north. The sky was dark as the grey clouds covered the sun. The lunch trolley came rattling along the corridor, and I, Ron and Hermoine bought some snacks.

Few of our friends came looking for us as the afternoon progressed. Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas sat with us talking about the lastest Quidditch games and the recent updates.

"I'm still a fan of Bulgarian" Ron said proudly.

"I'm still unsure" Neville said.

"Irish." Dean mumbled at the back Seamus

"Me, too." Seamus whispered back to Dean and faced Ron. "The Irish's fan, that's me" Seamus grinned back. "Let's see who will win in the tournament!"

"You bet, Seam-" Ron got interrupted as the compartment door slide open with force.

Draco Malfoy entered, without a word and shut the door, abruptly before leaning on it. Apparently, Malfoy is all alone since Crabbe and Goyle wasn't following him behind.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" I asked coolly. Looking at him, his face was so pale and had a weary look on him, like he was very tired, harrassed maybe. Unlike the last time, I saw him.

Malfoy just made a small movement as he peered at me with that cold look, as if he speaking to me with his eyes to 'shut up.'

"Hoy, Malfoy. Get out. You're not welcome here." Ron stood from his sit as he marched up to Malfoy.

Malfoy stood there without a word, a bored look etched across his face as he stared down at Ron. Then a commotion was heard outside.

"Draco!" Somebody called out. A feminine voice. Pansy Parkinson.

After a minute, Ron suddenly guffawed. "Malfoy are you hiding from your girlfriend? I didn't know your such a coward that you need to hide from a girl."

Still leaning on the sliding door, Malfoy smirked a nasty one at Ron. "I wish that's the only reason" then he sighed as more voices joined in calling his name.

"Draco!" "Malfoy!" Crabbe and Goyle also shouted, desperately and in panic.

"Mr. Malfoy!" A younger male voice, like a first year called out. Then a female with must older sound, like a 6th year. Then another sounded out. It seems the whole Slytherin was trying to find Malfoy and from the tone of their calls- they are worrying or some of them are in panic tones.

Malfoy, who was still inside our compartment sighed in annoyance as he roll his eyes. "They're overreacting. I was gone for only 2 minutes."

"Malfoy, either explain to us the commotion outside or get out and go to them to make them shut up." Hermoine said testily, look up from the book, she was reading awhile ago.

A grime smile spread across Malfoy's face.

"I guess the golden trio isn't much of kind and generous heroes as they say. You can turn away people that are in need if you don't like them" He said as his gazed at Hermoine with accusation in his eyes.

"That's-" Hermoine stood up, shocked.

"As for the reason." Malfoy intervened whatever Hermoine gonna say. "Its personal. Ah... Well, your going to know about it anyways might as well say it on your faces so I can see your reactions. And I got to savor your taunting."

"What the heck are talking about, Malfoy" I said agitated by his words.

"Lucian, my older sibling." Malfoy muttered with a somber look in his eyes. I recognized the name that he speak of, from the conversation we had with Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley. "Lucian's grave got..." Malfoy halted as his words seems to got stuck in his throat and pain was evident on his face. "Somebody disintegrate his grave and stole his body." He finally said.

Then he look up. I saw something in his eyes. Despair, hatred and pain. Hatred at the whole world. Despair that I could understand very much. I felt compassion at the pain that Malfoy is feeling.

"Laugh if you want" Malfoy uttered. His body unconsciously stiffen as if to guard his self from us, to whatever taunting he had expected.

But instead Hermoine lowered her head, feeling sorry for him. Ron looked even ashamed and awkward. Neville, Seamus and Dean took the moment to slide to the edge of the room and quiet down.

A few minutes had passed. My empathy for him made me uttered his name. "Malfoy." Looking at his pale face, as I straighten up and walk towards him.

"What, Potter?" He bite off.

"I'm sorry" I offered with nothing more to say but those words.

Malfoy gripped his hands, and then took a hold of my shirt. Angrily, he shrieked. "I don't need your pity, Potter!"

"Draco!"

Pansy had found him as she appeared from the door way with a worried look written all over her face and gestures. "I've been looking for you. Why are you here?"

Malfoy released his hold and went up to Parkinson. "Its none of your business, Pansy." Then he walked pass her and continue towards the hallway. Parkinson run after him, calling out to wait for her.

After that, the mood carried on for the rest of the journey. We didn't talk much as we change into our school robes, and we were still quiet when the Hogwarts express slowed down at last and stopped at Hogsmeade station.

As the train doors opened, We gathered and left the train. Unaware, I started to search for the pale blond hair among the midst of the thick crowd but couldn't find him.

"Helro, Harry!" Hagrid bellowed, waving cheerfully as spotted me. "Ar all righ'?"

"I'm fine, Hagrid." I replied back.

"See yeh at the feast." Hagrid smiled as his gigantic silhouette loomed over the first years. It was tradition that the first years reach Hogwarts by boat guided by Hagrid.

A hundred horseless carriages stood waiting outside the station. Harry, Ron and Hermoine reached for one and as they open the door of the carriage, somebody was already there. It was Luna Lovegood.

"Hello." Luna said with daze expression.

"Hi Luna" Harry said awkwardly as he sat beside her while Ron and Hermoine sat on the other side.

During the ride, the rain again poured down this time more harder and heavier. The long procession of carriage was rumbling and splashing its way up towards Hogwarts Castle. Luna cracked the window open and she look up to the sky. She said in serious tone. "Look at the sky, Harry. It seems that the dragon is crying."

"Huh?" was the only thing I said. As I remembered Malfoy's pained expression.

"The Crestfallen Draconis" Luna muttered as she held out her hand to catch the rain drops and as the raindrops had fallen on her hand, I thought that really indeed the rain had seemed become teardrops. The weeping dragon.

Then we have reached Hogwarts at last.

Author's message: I sincerely ask all of you for a bit of advice or comment about this Chapter 03: The Crestfallen Draconis, 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!