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!

Author's message: It might be awhile if I would post a new chapter in this tale after this one, because my schedule will be busy in the following months, due to work. I sincerely apologize and asking for your patience.

I also based my story near the narrated tale of J.K Rowling, so you might see familiar scenes in this chapter.

Ah! Lastly, Ginny and Harry are still couples in this part of my Tale. Please patient for the meantime.

P.S: I am grateful for the music of Beauty and Beast's EVERMORE by Dan Stevens for inspiring me with new ideas to put into this chapter.

04. Darah Naga

The rain still poured as the carriage had arrived the vacinity of Hogwarts castle. Leaning against the window, the castle had its windows lighted and shimmering - a welcoming sight. Our carriage slowed and halted before the great oak doors, which stood
above the plight of stone steps. Its magnificient size and features that was oozing with mystery and magic always left me - wondering and smiling. Me, Ron, Hermoine and Luna quickly jumped from the carriage and run up the stairs, away from the rain
and under the shade. Inside the cavernous, torch-lit entrance hall, with its grandiose marble staircase.

"Everyone!" a commanding voice said. "Fall in line and move along to the Great Hall"

Professor Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress and Head of Gryffindor house had come to guide us into the Great Hall. She was a tall, black- haired witch with a stern expression, who always wore her favorite emerald green robes.

I, with Ron and Hermoine slid across the entrance hall and through the double doors. "Thank goodness, its warm inside." Hermoine muttered at my right and I hummed into agreeing. It was freezing outside.

The Great hall was splended as always, it was lit by thousands of candles that were floating in midair over the four long tables, where some of the students already had sitted. Golden plates and goblets shimmer as the candles light illuminate them. At
the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. As usual Professor Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster, with his silver hair and beard that was so long that he tucked it into his belt, sat on the center of the table and to
his right side was an empty sit for Professor McGonagall while at his left side, sat a shoulder-length, greasy black hair, thin man with sallow skin, a large, hooked nose and yellow, uneven teeth were seen as he sneer at the upcoming students that
entered the hall, Professor Severus Snape, the potion master and the Slytherin house's Head.

'The over-grown bat!'

The other professors where already sitted and were all chatting with each other. Hagrid, who landed the job as the professor of care of magical creatures, was talking animatedly about something to Professor Flitwick, the charms teacher and the Head of
Ravenclaw house, that Hagrid's movements made Proffesor Flitwick bounce in his chair just from the force of it. A funny sight if I am honest to be.

'A jolly conversation between a giant and a goblin.'

Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher and the head of Hufflepuff house, a squat little witch who wore a hat over her flyaway hair, was also with a deep conversation with professor Hooch, the flying instructor, who had a short, grey hair and yellow eyes
like a hawk and Professor Trelawney, who teaches divination, is a thin woman with thick glassess that magnified her eyes and was drowning in her shawls and cloaks and bangles.

After being lost in thoughts as I gazed over the professors, I glanced up the ceiling. It was enchanted to look like the sky outside that is now stormy. The clouds swarmed and block any light from the sky, with its darkness.

I heard my stomach grumbled in hunger. Ron, who is beside me, chuckled as he said. "We are in the same state, mate. I am so hungry that I could eat a whole house."

The great door open as the first years entered followed by Professor McGonagall as she lead them in. They marched toward the front where a four-legged stool was placed and on it is an extremely, old battered hat. Everyone stared and waited for the hat
to do its doing. The sorting hat began to sing a song. It hoarse voice filled the whole hall, with its prefect pitch. And as it ended the Geat hall was filled of applause.

Then Professor McGonagall unroll a large scroll of parchment and began. "When I call your name, you will sit on this chair" She pointed the four-legged chair infront of her then continued. "I will place the hat on your head and the hat will announces
your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table."

Then the first name was called.

"Baddock, Zarcon"

A dark brown hair boy walked forward with so much confidence, picked the hat, put it on and sat down on the stool.

"SLYTHERIN" the hat shouted, after a few seconds.

Zarcon Baddock took off the hat and went straight to the Slytherin table where the occupants applauded as he took his sit. I could see Malfoy clapping with regal manner as Baddock joined them but something was odd. The way that Baddock head first to Malfoy,
giving him a slight bow was kind of...unnerving. Maybe in the Slytherin, you have to acknowledge the senior first before you can be a part of them but that would be nonsense since if that is supposed to be then why Malfoy? It should have been the
6th years or even the 7th years, that Baddock should offer his respect, right?

Another name was called out but I didn't pay attention to it anymore. I was more intriged of I saw. And it seems to be I was the only one who had notice it, since no one had commented on it.

Someone nudged me. "Harry, its almost finished. The sorting" Ron smiled at me. "Food please hurry up"

I grinned back at him. Really Ron is always hungry.

'Yeah, like a boar' My demon came intruding in my mind.

'Well, that's about right' I couldn't help but agree with her.

Then the sorting ended.

"Yes!" Ron seized his utensils and look at his plate with antipacition. Professor Dumbledore had gotten on his feet and with his twinkling eyes said. "I have only two words for you all. Tuck in."

"Hear, Hear" Both, me and Ron uttered loudly as our plates were filled with different kinds of food and our goblets filled up with pumpkin juice.

The smell of flesh attracted me as soon it was on my sight. My stomach didn't only grumbled in hunger, it also twisted in pain. I immediately seized for the chunk of meat and loaded it on my plate. I took a siziable amount in my mouth and the taste was
instant - it was marvelous. If only it was more raw, it would have been better. I begin devouring it with vigor even ignoring the other menu. As if there was a empty pit in my stomach, insatiable monster that was only into eating flesh and -

"Harry" Hermoine whispered.

"Hmm..?" I mumbled as I look up from my plate.

"Are you okay?" Hermoine asked.

"Why?" I asked her briefly.

"Mate, You look like a man who haven't eaten for a long time" Ron said, seeing a surprised expression on him.

"Did Ron passed his pig-virus on you?" Ginny said with a disturbed look on her face. "Because that would be bad."

"Hey!" Ron who heard the comment snapped at his sister to shut up.

"I guess, the days when I didn't eat much had a bad effect on me." I, timidly, scratch the back of my head. Trying to reason out of what is happening to me. "That's why my body is trying to compensate right now."

"Is that's so. Then it means your going to be fine." Hermoine sighed a relief.

"Eat more!" Ginny push a bowl of chicken legs towards me.

"Thanks, Gin" I said, smiling at her.

Ginny shyly lowered her gaze, making a fluttering effect with her eyelids. That sight made me hungry in a different way. I turn my gazed away from her, as I search for the pumpkin juice to watered down the dryness of my throat. My cheeks are heated, I
know that I am blushing so much that even Hermoine giggled.

After dinner, all of us went towards the Gryffindor tower, the entrance which was hidden behind a large portriat of a fat lady in a pink dress.

"Password?" She said as we approached her.

"Lionheart" Said a prefect upfront.

The portriat swung forward to reveal a hole in the wall through which we all climbed. Inside is a circular common room, which was full of squashy armchairs and tables while at the center is a fire place, where a crackling fire is warming up the whole
room.

Me, Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus climbed up the spiral staircase until we have reached our dormitory, which was located at the top of the tower while Hermoine went with the other girls through the doorway to the girls' dormitory. The room had five four
poster beds with the theme color of the Gryffindor, which is deep crimson hangings stood against the walls, each with our trunks at the foot. We all got into our sleepwear and into bed.

I layed on my bed, It felt warm and comfortable as I listened for the rain outside and the breathing of my roommates.

"Goodnight Harry." Ron mummbled sleepily as he soon snored, having fallen asleep.

Turning to my side, I closed my eyes. "Night, Ron."

That morning, the sun came through the clouds lighting the window of the Great Hall as we descended and arrived at our table, examining our schedule at breakfast. A few seats from us were the twins and thier friend, Lee Jordan whispering secretly about
something - maybe about their new planned prank that we are going to find out sooner or later.

"Well, its not so bad... our schedule for today." I said as I examine the column of subjects under Monday, tracing my finger until it stop at a subject in the afternoon. "Double Divination, Ugh!"

Divination is second to my least favorite subject aside from Potion as Professor Trelawney kept on predicting my death, which is very annoying.

"You should give it up like I did, Harry." Hermoine said as she pointed her fork at me then took some jam and started spreading on her toast. "Its a nonsense subject. You should get some sensible ones like Arithmancy or Advance Alchemy."

"Well, those subjects are too..." Ron stumbled for the right word.

"Advance" I said seriously.

"That's right!" Ron brighten up as he heard the word than turn to Hermoine. "We can't possible pass those subjects"

"Nonsense Ron!" Hermoine grumbled. "You can if you study hard."

"That's the thing. We don't want to study too hard" Ron muttered in his breath. I chuckled as I heard him.

"What?!" Hermoine snapped.

Like a deer caught in the middle of the road, we both straighten up and said. "Nothing!"

Suddenly, there a rustling sound above us, and hundred of owls soar through the open windows carrying the morning mail. In impluse, I started to search for Hedwig among the owls of brown and gray. But there was no sign of a white owl. Thus disappointment
spread through my chest, as small ache pang.

The owls encircle the tables searching for their owners or to the person they are to deliver. On the other side of the hall, there was fussing that was going about, instead of his usual eagle owl that had delivered the parcels and some sort of letter
to Draco Malfoy. It was a small albino dragon sitting comfortably on his shoulder. Malfoy, unabashed by the commotion, he stoiclly started opening his letter and disposing some of his sweets to Crabbe and Goyle. The minimature dragon started to eat
on his plate that he had abandon.

"Show off!" Ron grumbled and glared at Malfoy. "His father must had bought it again for gloating"

"I don't think that's the reason, Ron." Hermoine said as she too peeked at the Slytherin table.

"What its about, Hermoine?" I asked as I also look over Malfoy.

"The flower among the parcels." Hermoine pointed one with sadness in her voice.

I saw what she meant, at the table infront of Malfoy, is a single flower - a white lily tied with a silk black ribbon. A symbol of mourning. I totally forgotten my sinking feeling of disappointment for Sirius' letter not arriving, it was nothing to what
Malfoy should be feeling right now. His brother, who died long ago. Murder unjustly by a group of muggles. Then now somebody disrespected his brother's grave and even had the tenacity to steal his body.

I felt empathy towards him.

A booming bell echoed through the castle signaling the start of the classess, the three of us, went to our first class, which is Care of Magic Creature. We headed to Hagrid's small wooden cabin, which stood on the edge of the Forbidden forest.

Hagrid was standing outside his hut, with his enormous dog, Fang.

"Mornin'!" Hagrid grinned at me, Hermoine and Ron.

"Good Morning, Hagrid." I replied back.

"What creatures are we in for today?" Ron asked as he look suspiciously around for any cages.

"Ah! Tod'y, Mr. Malfoy w'll be bring it!" Hagrid said excited. "He said he had one."

"Come again?" Ron's mouth was opened wide in a state of shock. "MALFOY is WHAT?"

"And what is about me, Weasley?" A cold voice said.

Draco Malfoy stood behind us as the rest of the Slytherin had arrived. Crabbe and Goyle behind him, were glaring menacingly at Ron.

"So, what creature did you bring in Malfoy?" Ron snapped. "The Dragon! We all have seen it this morning when you were probably braging it around."

"Ron." Hermoine scolded him.

"Dragon!" Hagrid surprised with the prospect of seeing his long time dream pet cried out. "Wha' Dragon?"

Malfoy just stood there. Not speaking, but his eyes speaks another. His stare was so cold and the anger in it, is freezing like ice. Ron also sensing that this wasn't the usual Malfoy, took a step back. Hagrid also felt uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere
and stop talking. After a minute, under those gaze, my body started to sweat. Then he look away to face Hagrid. That's when I realize that I was holding my breath as I started to gasp. I also notice that both Hermoine and Ron were breathing heavily.

"Blimey!" Ron muttered. "That's was..." Ron couldn't continue and I wasn't able to think as well what had just happen. "Different" Ron breathlessly, ended his sentence.

"He is super pissed off" Hermoine whispered. "Its scary."

"Professor Hagrid." Malfoy said, trying to caught Hagrid's attention.

Hagrid looked stumped by Malfoy calling him - professor, which had never happen till now.

"I have brought them" Malfoy said as he took out a large crystal bottle from his bag. Inside the bottle were tiny red butterflies that were fluttering around inside the bottle. It seems to be the bottle itself held a large magic space to accomodate a
small garden and 25 butterflies within it. Magic is so amazing!

Hermoine gasped at my side as her eyes double in size. "Are those Hemotropic butterflies?'

"A What?" I asked Hermoine.

Hermoine rolled her eyes at me, saying it to me in her gesture 'Really, Harry!'

I shrugged as I really didn't know what kind of creature Malfoy brought with him. I turned to Ron to asked him, if he knew but Ron just raised both his shoulder and had the 'I don't know' expression.

Hermoine upon seeing our questioning faces, sighed. "The two of you need to read more."

"A Hemotropic butterfly is a crimson-colored butterfly that lived in the deepest part of the forbidden forest or could be found in Zevil Island. They are harmless insects that are attracted to the scent of blood and feed on the wounds of bigger creatures."
Hermoine said in an exasparated voice.

"You have researched well, Granger." Malfoy spoke suddenly as he stride toward us with his amused smirk that didn't touch his cold grey eyes.

"Anyway, what's their use? To beautify you!" Seamus said as he, Neville and Dean were standing near us. "I can't think of anything that could make you bring any creatures for Professor Hadgrid but for you brag it about."

"Hmmm.." Malfoy took a moment to think. "It could be their use. You know, to beautify me." He said sarcastically. "But that would be too much, right?"

Seamus' face turned red in anger but he just kick the dirt towards Malfoy.

"Now, now. Mr. Finnigan. You don't have to be so impatient. I will explain them to you all. I just need the others to also listen. This is after all, a class." Malfoy sneered at us.

Turning away, He walk at the center of the field, holding the bottle filled with butterflies and placing it in front of him. Waiting for the whole class to pay attention. As the others gathered around him. Malfoy began his lecture.

"These butterflies are called Hemotropic butterflies or Darah Naga, which means Blood Dragon. As you can see, they are crimson in color." Malfoy pointed out. "They originally came from Zevil Island and got transported here by illegal catchers, thus now
they are most likely can be seen at the heart of the Forbidden forest. They're main food is blood."

Some reacted immediately upon hearing the food of chose of the butterflies. The girls that were lingeringly close to the bottle, backed off a yard away. Some took out their wands in ready stance. But almost half of the Slytherin were relax and didn't
made a move or flinch like they already know about it.

With that reaction, Malfoy smirked at the frighten expressions, mostly at the Gryffindors.

"Come you all! These little buggers can't harm you." Hagrid chuckled with good nature then for a minute turn to Malfoy with a bit of doubt. "Right, Mr. Malfoy?"

Malfoy just raised one of his eyebrow and nodded. "They can't. Basically."

"What do you mean by BASICALLY, Malfoy?" Hermoine took a stand as Malfoy's statement intrigued her.

"You caught that, Ms. Granger." Malfoy said, still with a cold smile. "As I said they are harmless as long as they didn't evolve. The thing is they are called Blood Dragon and it is not just a name. In every place, situation or climate change, they have
the capacity to transform in able to survive. They are the ever-evolving creatures."

Malfoy took the cork out of the bottle and let the butterflies loose. Many screamed in fright but the creatures didn't attack anyone but instead, all of the butterflies were hovering over Malfoy except for one peculiar large patterned one as it had landed
on Malfoy's head.

"The little plain crimson ones won't attack anyone. They will feed on blood but only on open wounds or the ones that are scattered." As Malfoy said this, many relax and breath out a relief. Then Malfoy faced us. "Seamus to answer that question of yours:
Do they have any use except on beautifying me?" He dramatically halted as many laughed and Seamus blushed in embarrassment. "Yes, they do. To prove that, I will demonstrate it for you."

Pansy went beside him and offered his bag. Malfoy took out a small ancestry knife and held it, in front of us.

"Mr. Malfoy, bring a weapon is not allowed." Hagrid tried to intervene as he reach out to take the blade from Malfoy's hand.

"I suggest for you not to touch the knife, Professor Hagrid." Malfoy moved it away. "This is an ancestry knife, and only the ones with the blood of the Malfoy clan can touch it and if it is then held by someone less, the blade will automatically cut the
holder."

Hagrid took a step back as Malfoy finished his speech. "But the blade, Mr. Malfoy!"

"Don't you worry, Professor. No one will be harm except me." He said in bored tone and brought down the blade on his palm, slicing it diagonally.

"Bloody Hell, Malfoy!" Ron bellowed as he witnessed Malfoy tearing his own hand.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Hagrid also shouted in panic.

"HUSH!" Malfoy said in a indifferent tone. I couldn't even sense a hint of pain in his voice as the blood trickled down from his hand but all the worrying in me vanished as the smell of his blood hit me. His scent hit me like a charging bull. There was
no words that could describe what happened to me in that moment.

In an instant, I was nothing but a beast hungry for the blood and flesh that I seek. No trace of the me, Harry Potter, the human being. No shred of humanity remains within me.

Nothing mattered. But my hunger and his blood. My mouth watered and my throat burned like fire. My stomach twisted and my muscles coiled ready to sprang at my prey.

I just want to grab his hand and start drinking from it. Next, I will bite the flesh, pulling from the gap then chewing the -

Malfoy raised his sliced hand towards the tiny butterflies. Little by little, they land on his hand each taking time to sip his blood. I grew jealous of the butterflies as they fed without a care. Slowly, my hunger faded as the smell of blood also disappear,
confusing me. As my blood lust vanish, my focus returned, only to be mesmerize by the most beautiful and disturbing scene in front of me.

Malfoy surrounded by 24 miniature crimson butterflies as they dance encircling him, and a king-size crimson designed by black and blue patterns rested on the left side of his head, looking like hair accessory. Malfoy looked so beautiful to me that it
disturbed and made me think if I am actually crazy.

Slowly, Malfoy dropped his hand and showed to the class. His palm had no wound, not even a trace of a scar was left. Many whispers and murmurs go on about.

"Seamus." Malfoy called out. "This is one of their uses. To heal wounds. They also have other uses like - tracking wounded people, finding the location of the injury and many other more."

Seamus was already quiet and his face was hidden as he bow his head, clearly embarrassed.

"Malfoy." Hermoine said in a less provoking tone.

"Yes, Mu- Granger." He turn with a snort.

"What about that one?" Moine pointed one as she stared at the largest of them, the one on Malfoy's head.

"Ah. You meant this beauty?" Malfoy smiled for the first time. A true smile. It was lovely on him. "She is the queen."

"And she is the dangerous one." Hermoine confirmed sternly. "The evolve one."

"You guess right!" The smile on Malfoy widen and turn into a insane one. "You don't have to be concern about her. She won't attack anyone until I say so."

"You know very well, that endangered magical creature cannot be kept as a pet, Malfoy" Hermoine said as she gritted her teeth.

"Yes, I do." Malfoy said. "After all, I didn't take her by force. She chose me as her king"

"Huh?" Hermoine dumbfounded as her eyes were wide. "King?"

"And these are our children." He said as he gestured at the other little butterflies.

"Had you gone mad, Malfoy!?" Ron was shell shocked as he approached him.

"Do you ever read a book, Weasley?" Sighing heavily, Malfoy glared at Ron. "The female Blood Dragon Butterflies take one male for the rest of their life, naming them their king. While the male can take as many female butterflies (The queens) to reproduce.
Since, I am NO insect. I couldn't serve her, the Queen, in a natural way of breeding. Instead I give away my blood and my magic. Enough, to be able for her to be fertile and give birth to these little ones. So, basically, I am the father
of those Blood dragon butterflies."

Everyone were having mixed reaction with what Malfoy revealed, some are with disgust, some are with awe while others have no idea how they could approached this.

"The queen is evolve? in what way?" I asked, out of curiosity.

"She can eat flesh." Malfoy murmured. The others started to back away again in fear.

"Then she is very dangerous, Malfoy." I said to him "Why do you kept her?"

"Because I care for her. She had been with me since I was 10 years old." He said with very intense emotion within his voice. "Just because her nature is to eat flesh and drink blood, should I abandon her? Even if she never inflicted any pain to others,
should I fear her? Its just a part of her and not her whole being."

Then he left. Walking away as he took his bottle and his bag, towards the castle, followed by his butterflies and oddly, followed by his housemates.

But the last words that he left, still linger in my head. "Just because her nature is to eat flesh and drink blood, should I abandon her? Even if she never inflicted any pain to others, should I fear her? Its just a part of her and not her whole being."

"Darah Naga" I muttered, quietly. As I felt tinge of jealousy directed to the Queen butterfly. 'Good for you! Someone is caring for you, unconditionally' I whispered to the butterfly on Malfoy's head.

Note:

A. Hemotropic Butterfly is from Hunter x Hunter series

B. Darah Naga is from Indian culture

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