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!
Message: I am so sorry for the forever delay of update! I apologize. It is due to my work and my preparation to my transfer of area.
From the previous chapter:
"So, this is case closed." Headmaster Dumbledore said as he stood up.
"Yes, indeed. Albus." Snape sneered at the headmaster. He turned towards the door while he slowly pulled Malfoy to leave. As they did so, Professor McGonagall turn to us. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Ms Granger will you be needing me in this discussion?"
"We're fine, Professor McGonagall." I said as I stood up to approach her.
"Well then, I will be leaving first." She said as she turn towards the door and closing it afterwards.
"Bloody hell! What just had happen?" Ron gasped out.
"I don't know, Ron" Hermoine said seriously. "I need to research about that locket and even the Britain's old council of wizards and witches."
"Yes, please do, Hermoine." I said as I am intrigued.
Headmaster Dumbledore coughed behind us, stealing our attention. Blushing, the three of us, turned to him.
"Well then. On what business do the, three of you, have with me" The headmaster asked.
I turned to the headmaster Dumbledore and spoke about our summer's adventure with the Gulon and the nightmares.
End of the recalling of the Previous chapter.
Chapter 08. Small Pebbles
It was raining as I sat beside the window near my bed. I was inside our dormitory room as I ponder about the morning discussion with the Headmaster. I remember the whole morning as we - me, Hermoine and Ron sat in front of the Headmaster, after Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall and Malfoy left. I sat there as I started to tell him about our unfortunate encounter with the Gulon and the nightmares I am having except I didn't mention about my demon.
'I see...' He quietly murmured against his folded hands as his elbows rested on his wooden desk.
The silence in the entire room was making me nervous as I gulped my own saliva and my sweat broke out, even Ron and Hermoine waited unnervingly for the Headmaster's next words.
Sighing, the Headmaster Dumbeldore slowly stood up. 'Harry, do you recall anything when you fell from the pit?'
"I can't seem to remember anything, Professor." I answered. "I block out as I was falling."
Headmaster then turned to Hermoine and Ron. "When the two of you have found Harry did you notice anything?" He asked.
"Nothing, Headmaster." Ron replied.
"I didn't see any creatures or trace of a nest, Professor." Hermoine said. "But I saw a graffiti of some kind."
"What kind of graffiti, Ms. Granger?" Headmaster asked.
Blushing, Hermoine shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Headmaster. It was too dark so I wasn't able to see it clearly."
'That's fine, Ms Granger." Headmaster Dumbeldore assured her. "You were there and had been traumatized so I can't blame you,if you not to recall all the details."
Then slowly, the headmaster walk up to me and laid a hand on my shoulder and as I look up to his face. He let out a reassuring smile.
"Basing from the things you have told me, I can't tell you anything yet on why and what is going on." Headmaster Dumbeldore said. "But I have an idea that I am to explore on. I would like the three of you to wait for my summon on what I could find out. Would that be okay, Harry, my boy?"
After a minute of silence, I murmured. "Yes, Headmaster."
"For the meantime, I would like you to go to Pomfrey for a Dreamless potion. Tell her that you will be needing it from now on." He said.
And that's what had happen that morning.
Getting back to this very moment, where I am currently brooding about what I am supposed to do.
"Harry, mate. Are you alright?" Ron asked as he entered the room. I look up to him from my staring, out the window. I could see his pale face, freckles standing out as he look at me with concern.
"I guess...not really" I replied as I return to my brooding, staring yet again outside the window.
I can tell that Ron was trying to racked his brain for something to cheer me up as I saw his reflection from the window's glass pane, fidgeting his fingers and shifting his weight from one leg to another.
Sighing, I finally took pity on Ron, as I turn to him again. "I'm hungry, Ron. Let's go downstairs."
Immediately, Ron's worried face brighten up at the prospect of food. "That's right, Harry. I'm also hungry." He followed me with glee. As we both went to the Great hall and reaching the Gryffindor's table, Hermoine was already there, eating salad. Upon seeing us, Hermoine waved, urging us to come and join her.
"Both of you are late." Hermoine said as we sat down. "You almost missed dinner."
"Sorry." I said as tried to find any food that I might appreciate.
"Really?!" Ron exclaimed. "So, No more food?" He quickly examined the long table.
"There is still some." Hermoine said as one of her eyebrow raised up and with a 'You're weird' expression on her face as she stared at Ron. "Here, I saved some for you guys."
"Hermoine!" Ron shouted out. "You're the best."
Ron dived to grabbed the plates of food and he took a huge bite on one of the chicken legs. Meanwhile, Hermoine was scolding him for shouting while her face was red - clearly embarrassed by Ron praising her. Really, if the two of them could stop dancing around from each other. It will be lot better.
I took one of the offered chicken legs and took a small bite. As the cooked flesh touched my tongue, an irresistible urged to vomit shook me. The chicken leg tasted so awful like it was sand that was inside my mouth instead of food. I felt my whole body broke sweat as I forced the food down my throat. Then I hurried gulped down for water.
"Harry are you okay?" Hermoine said as she saw my face pale and sick.
"Yes..." I lied. "Just tried."
"Okay." Hermoine replied with uncertainty.
Little that I know that these were start of my upcoming doom and I wasn't ready for it when it finally came at me.
"You look awful, Harry" George said as he sat near us in the Great hall. We were all eating for breakfast that morning before our first class. Well, to be exact, They were eating while I was trying to eat, putting all my effort not to puke.
"Like a green frog." Fred added as he stood up from his sit and skipped towards us. He bent over as he continue to stare at my face.
"You do look horrible, Harry" Hermoine observed as she sat across me. "I think you should go Ms. Pomfrey. You have been acting weird lately." Then she added in a hushed tone. "Its been weeks since we met the Headmaster, Harry. Are you still having the nightmares?"
"No. I haven't any. Thanks to the Dreamless potion." I replied. Instead of nightmares, I was having another problem.
I was feeling hungry.
Just hungry.
All the time.
It was still controllable but I was getting irritated more often since I could not understand to why.
"GETTING SICK ARE WE, POTTER?" Exclaimed a crude voice.
Michael Corner with his friends, he was sneering at me with transparent hate in his eyes. For the past 3 weeks, after the whole discussion with Professor Dumbeldore. Corner had been acting more like a bully to me more than Malfoy and his merry men - who was in fact had been weirdly quiet after his issue with Parvati. It seems to be that Corner took it upon his self: the task - that Malfoy abandoned, which is being a bully except his crude jokes and upfront animosity is only towards me.
"Not really." I replied with unaffected tone. Michael Corner was a trying hard bully, he was far less intimidating than Malfoy. Easy to ignored.
Michael's whole face turn red as he balled his fist, angered by my lack of attention. "Nightmares. I heard that you been having them. I guess your getting scared of our match next week. ha!?"
Quidditch against the Ravenclaw will be a week after. Shit! A match when I wasn't really feeling it.
"Scared?! Ha! You wish, Corner!" Ron stood suddenly from his chair, following his lead was Fred and George.
"What now, POTTER. Getting your gang to defend you." Michael snared as he look up to see Ron, Fred and George slowly approached him.
"They are called FRIENDS. Unlike the people behind you, who you considered as part of YOUR gang." I said with much more bite in my voice. I stood up and faced him with a much rage within me. He was getting on my nerves. Talking shit about me is fine but to talk bad about my friends is another thing.
"What did you said?!" He growled at me.
"Stop it, Michael." A female voice said. A very familiar one. Coming between us was Ginny.
"Ginny!" Michael gasped as he look so surprise to see her there. I feel a suddenly prickly sensation in my chest. The way his face changed and his voice waiver as soon as Ginny appeared. It made me irritated and then I realized at that moment what his problem towards me was all about.
Michael was Ginny's Ex- boyfriend.
Michael still likes Ginny.
Ginny, who is my girlfriend. And he was jealous of me. Huh!
My lips form into a smirk, I felt an inflate in my ego and it definitely feels good. Michael who was facing Ginny at that time, saw the change in my expression and he realized that I have found out his secret. His face turned red from anger and his eyes promise murder as if he have forgotten Ginny or anyone in the Great hall - he charged at me.
He coming with a full swing from his right, ready to ram his fist into my face. I clearly saw the move and waited it to come but before he could land it on me, a spell hit him. Michael ended on the floor with ropes tightly wrapped around him, he was bound and gagged. I look up to see, who did, expecting it to be a Hermoine or one of the twins but instead it turn out to be Malfoy.
Malfoy stood few feet away from us, wand out and lowered as he finish firing the Incarcerous spell. I stood there, staring at him as I was completely shock and the same time, weirdly mesmerized of the way he look and that he in fact defended me from Michael.
A heavy silence reign the Great hall, as the speculators that had been watching me and Michael - expecting a fight and they are now more interested in Malfoy's interference. I could see Ron, Fred and George's mouth were all wide open, shocked as I am. Malfoy, lately these days, he had become good at surprising people.
Sighing, Malfoy slowly turned away from us and headed the hallways, that leads to the Potion class without speaking a word, behind him was his usual groupie. Suddenly, Michael muffled sounds of anger broke my daze. My body made a rush decision as I called out for Malfoy's name.
He stop from his track then he slightly turn his head towards me. "What, Potter?"
I mined my head with anything, I could reply with. I was still in mid-daze as no thoughts came at me. Then in panic, I found myself muttering: "Thanks."
I felt a blazed of embarrassment and I silently was calling myself - Idiot - inside my head but soon as I saw Malfoy's face, all my flustering vanished. Draco Malfoy gave me a tiny smile at the corner of his lips then he quickly made a u-turn towards the dungeon, leaving as fast as he can.
The Great hall buzzed as the whole student body chatter at the same time about what just had happen as soon Malfoy exit. Some were so loud - wondering and confused as I am. I know I should be bothered but I was still too busy, trying to clear my head with all the commotion also I was still greatly affected with HIS smile. That was the one that was really bugging me out.
"Harry?" Ginny called out beside me.
"Yes!" I answered back, making a little jump.
"I said 'Let's go.' It getting rowdy in here" She said with a peculiar expression on her.
"Okay." I replied. The six of us made our way out the Great hall towards our classes.
"Your in daze again, Harry." Hermoine whispered at me.
"Huh?" I,like an idiot, responded at her. I blushed as soon I realized how I sound so silly.
Hermoine raised one of his eyebrow and I can see her lips quivering, trying hard not to laugh at me as she can't because we are right now in class. To be exact, Herbology class. She and I were partnered at the start of class, leaving Ron with Neville, who was quite good at Herbology. So, Ron won't be bothering us for help since he has a reliable partner.
"I said your in daze again." Hermoine repeated.
"OoH." I muttered intelligently.
She tapping her left foot as she was patiently waiting for more while her hands were so busy with the plant that we were fertilizing.
"I'm just confused." I finally said.
"With what?" She asked back as she look down at the Flitter bloom that we were relocating to another pot and adding fertilizer.
"With Malfoy's action." I said. "Its bugging me so much."
"Hmm... You right. His actions are very unusual but I have theory for that." She said confidentially.
"Really?" I asked as my curiosity took my interest. "What's your theory?"
"I think it was his way of thanking us for not revealing the things that had happen in Headmaster Dumbeldore's office." She answered. "He just didn't want to say it at us so he use action. You know man's pride. And all about that Pureblood's superiority."
"AH...That would make sense." I agreed with her.
I was a bit disappointed of Hermoine's answer but it was reasonable. But I couldn't stop myself from expecting more. More of what? I don't know. I just want more...
I woke up.
My heart is hammering inside my rib cage. I could hear my heavy breathing and the sweat had soaked me, was enough to full a bottle. But I could still feel her presence as she run the chilling knife around my neck, digging deeper as it slides over my skin - even though the nightmare already ended. I shivered as I remember the way she took the knife and show it to me then she made me hold it with both of my hands,guiding me to slice a piece of flesh from the chunk of meat in front me. Oddly, the upper part was cover with cloth. And as the flesh was cut off, my demon took the fallen piece and slowly made me open my mouth, to shove the meat inside.
I relished at the taste of the meat inside my mouth, I was in bliss and disgusted with myself but my hunger overpowered my rationality. Enjoying it, I chewed at it, slowly. Then suddenly, the demon laughed.
'I am happy for Harry.' She said as she dance gracefully around me, making her long black hair twirl with her movements.
"Happy?" I asked, a spurt of blood came out my mouth.
'We killed him. He won't annoy you anymore." She smiled at me, warmly.
"What you do mean 'We killed him'?" I asked her. She giggled then pointed at the chunked at meat at the bottom of my feet. I can see the white cloaked fluttering, that had been soaked by the blood, that had almost had turned red.
'Why won't you take a peek under that cloth?' She whispered at my ear.
My whole body was shaking as my stomach felt empty when I just had eaten something so delicious. As I reach out, slowly I pulled the blood-soaked cloth as I saw what underneath it.
My nightmare ended.
I run as fast as I can to the lavatory, reaching the sink. I vomited violently, emptying my already empty stomach.
Underneath the cloth was a dead person. Not just any dead person.
It was Michael Corner. I still remember his face frozen from the terror that came and had taken his life, mouth open from the screams - blood oozing from his body, that was brutality torn apart. But the one that had me, shaking from fright and guilt was his hollow eyes that was staring blankly at me.
I look up at the mirror, to see the damage. What I saw had me in fit of panic and made my heart stop. It was the face of monster, my face - in the mirror mocked my sanity.
Every part of my body shuddered away from my reflection, that took a form of a boy, my face pale as a ghost, blood smeared around my lips and my eyes that was once green had been tainted by red, just like her eyes - my demon's eyes.
"Blood! Where did that blood came from? My eyes! What did you to my eyes, YOU DEMON?!" I shouted at myself thru the mirror. "SPEAK DEMON!"
I know I was going crazy by shouting here all by myself but I couldn't take it anymore. I need to let it all out. To ask. Because I know I will breakdown anytime if I will not know what is really happening to me.
Then in one crazy second, my reflection smirked at me and all I could do is stare at it. Slowly, The image in mirror morphed into her. My nightmare was slowly creeping to my reality.
"Here I am, Harry." She spoke in her most sensual voice. "Did you like the dream?"
Anger flooded me, charged towards her. My hands grabbed hard the edged of the sink, as the hands turn white from the forced of my clutch. I feel a sudden fierce hate towards her washing through me.
"Like it? Bullshit! Who are you? And what do you want? Why me? Why are you doing this to me? ANSWER ME!" I gritted with so much revulsion ingraved in my voice. My chest was burning with hatred. My eyes sting with tears that freely flows. I want to hurt her. Punch her with all my might for making my life miserable.
She giggled.
Laughing at my misery. She smiled and enjoy my fall. THE BITCH!
RED. That was the only thing, I saw as I took a swing at the her. Smashing the blasted mirror. Pain erupted as my fist got pierced by the broken pieces of the glass. Her laughter fading slowly.
FUCK HER!
I couldn't fall back to sleep anymore. After hours of trying to calm down and fixing the broken mirror as well as my eyes returning to its natural color along with me finding out that the source of blood around my mouth was from my hand that I was biting in my sleep. All I could do is blankly stared at the night sky from the window next to my bed.
To keep my mind from thinking, away from the worries and the fear, I took the liberty of taking a long bath and changing my clothes. I need to do something, to save me from becoming insane with my current situation. A morning run can't be that all bad.
Walking thru the dim-lighted hallways and towards the exit, the way to Hagrid's hut. As the cold morning breeze swipe through my body and my face, I felt relax. I started to run, the wind twirling around, rustling my hair across my face.
I run with no direction in mind.
I run to let go.
And I keep on running until my muscles ache and my lungs gave up from exhaustion.
Weak and tired, I laid down on the soft grass. Panting from exhaustion, I felt that I have release all the pain, fear and anger into the wind. It felt good.
Its a good thing, that there were no classes this day. I could laid down here as much as I like. A moment of peace and silence.
I closed my eyes.
There was rustling sound from somewhere as I slowly woke from my nap. I must had been too tired to had sneak a sleep. I stood up and began to search for the source of the sound. With caution, walking through the bushes, I spotted the source. A person with blond hair. It appears to be a male. I hid behind the leaves of the trees as I watch. As he turn, I recognized him - Malfoy. Irony, the most annoying person to me suddenly is making my day a bit better more recently and now he is popping out when you least expect him to show up.
He was dragging a large glass bottle and he pulled the stopper as he did so, a flock of butterflies flew out from the bottle. Ah, I remember the blood dragon butterflies. The butterflies swarm around Malfoy, dancing and fluttering.
Malfoy took out a bag and open it, taking something out from it then he suddenly threw it out the air - tiny beads and as the light reflected on them, it shine red in color. Then the Darah Nagas came taking one bead at a time, that when it register in me - that was their food. I tried sniffing and I did smell it - faint fragrance of blood.
It smell so good that my mouth watered a bit. Distracted, I didn't recognized that one of Malfoy's butterflies found me as it landed on my bandage hand. As soon as it had landed on me, I panic and flinched away - making me reveal my location as I accidentally step on a branch and it cracked as it broke under my weight.
"Who's there?" Malfoy shouted as his whole body made a stance, guarded and ready to fight. The queen also hover, ready to protect Malfoy for any threat.
I slowly walk out with both of my hands up in the air as a way of non-verbal communicating that I meant no harm. As soon as Malfoy saw me, he relax his stance but still had his guard up.
"Potter." He spoke as a greeting. "What brought you here so early morning when we don't have any classes? Shouldn't you be goofing around or lazing in the bed like a pig?"
I almost smiled with his casual greeting when its dripping with sarcasm. Instead feeling irritated just like I usual feel, what I felt surprised me - I felt happy just to see him. Like I have became one of his butterflies, wanting to swarm around him.
What is really happening with me?
"I just can't sleep." I replied at his question.
"Hmm..." He muttered as he turn his attention to his butterflies. Throwing again a handful of blood beads, making them swoop down for it.
"I don't want to know your nightly escapades, Potter. Please spare me from the details. I don't want to vomit early in the morning." He drawl at me while looking away.
"Bastard! That's not want I did last night." I retorted as the heat swept into my cheeks as he suggested those things.
"Whatever, Potter." He replied with a hint of smirk in his voice.
A moment of silence pass by between us, instead of feeling out of place, I felt more at peace as I ever felt. I lean on the tree that was nearby and I again close my eyes wanting to fully maximize the opportunity of being relax even if it had to be with Malfoy. Well, Malfoy didn't seems to mind my being there. So, I taking advantage of it.
Then...
'Gurg..gu..gurgg...'
I immediately open my eyes at the sound of my stomach rumbling. Malfoy was looking at me with a weird expression on his face, a crossover of 'wanting to laugh' and 'staring at a fool' look. I know that my whole face must be so red from blushing. This is so embarrassing!
"Hungry, that much?" Finally, Malfoy spoke as he smirk at my direction.
"Yeah..." I said as I hid my face. I just want the ground to swallow me whole.
"Then why are you not eating that much in these past few days?" He asked me.
Surprise by his comment, I suddenly look up. "How did you..."
Realizing that he was voicing out his concern for me, it was Malfoy turn for his whole face to turn red. His face became more alluring as his face is being beautify by his blush. Oh, God, I must be going out of my mind!
"Y-your fan girls and fanboys were going on about it in every corridor of Hogwarts. To the point that it got so irritating. That's why I know." Malfoy hurriedly said as he turn his attention to his butterflies.
Even I was scared to death by my demon this morning and had been in hungry-row these past few weeks, I couldn't help but smile at his concern. Somehow, I feel so much better. Giddy but refreshed.
"What's with that goofy smile on your face? Wipe that thing off!" Malfoy grumbled at me as soon as he saw my face. He was still blushing as he made a irritable face.
'Gurg...GURGG...'
My stomach yet again sounded out. Ugh! I don't know if I could survive this humiliation.
Then out of nowhere, Malfoy laugh. His laughter was like bells - chiming like music. Like ripples in a still pond after a stone had been thrown in. It radiated outward through the forest. I could see his stomach shaking as he fights a new gale of laughter. He was slapping both of his hands up and down almost involuntarily and could barely breath from laughing. Fat tears would roll down his cheeks and it seem it would take a long time for him to subside his laughter.
I was completely dazed. I didn't felt a spec of irritation for being laugh at instead I sighed in satisfaction as I successfully made THE Ice Prince of Slytherin laugh. It was like I have a won a lottery. But better!
"Y-you know Potter, a-as I like to laugh at yo-your being foolish. Hehehe... You really need to eat. I don't want to be accuse of preventing the golden boy from eating thus YOU fainting from hunger." He said as he had finishing his fit of giggles.
Even his words is still full of sarcastic aura, I could identify his concern for my well being. Maybe I could tell him about HER...
No! its too dangerous. But maybe a bit...
"I can't." I said, quietly. I couldn't continue. I'm still unsure and fear this situation. I don't know how will Malfoy react.
"What do mean 'you can't' ?" Malfoy asked as he slowly turn to me, curious to what I have to say.
Gulp! Here goes nothing!
Looking down at the grass near my feet, avoiding Malfoy inquiring eyes. "I can't eat. Everything that I eat is tasteless in my mouth except when..."
"Except when what?" Malfoy asked as he moved closer to me.
I took a deep breath and brace myself. "When I eat raw meat. That's the only time, that the food had some taste in it."
I waited for the bomb to explode. Disgust. Fear. Awkwardness. Or worse...
Except it didn't came.
"Oh! Are you near your inheritance age or It came early?" Malfoy simply asked after my revelation.
"Huh?" I uttered as I raised my head to look at him with complete shock embedded on my face.
Rolling his eyes at me. "Really, Potter. Even the Weasleys should have known about it. They forgot their purebloods. Your Godfather should have told you. After all, he is a black."
"Inheritance?" I asked foolishly.
Malfoy raised both of his eyebrows in disbelief clearly shown on his face. There was a awful one minute of silence before Malfoy sighed.
"Inheritance is something that you have accepted from your magical blood either a trait, a creature power or a level up. Basing from your family background, I suppose it came from your Father's side as he was from a pureblood family - the Potters. An Inheritance may came to you by age due to the strong magic that had linger in the blood or your the heir of the family that naturally happens to pureblood family. While in your case since your mother is a muggle-born. Thus it only came to you because you have unnatural high magical power." He explain it to me with detailed entail that almost all my worries had been washed away.
"You say it only came to me?" I asked further. I couldn't believe my luck! All along the explanation to my problem is just within my reach.
"I say it like that because usually half-born don't get any Inheritance even they are at the right age." He answered me willingly.
I felt relief that I almost sagged against the tree. Deeply breathing in and out as joy swam inside my chest.
Wait! Then where did my demon came from?
"Hmmm...Malfoy?" I muttered as I look up at him again.
"What more do you want to ask?" Malfoy grumbled as I again interrupted his time with his butterflies.
Grinning at him, I slowly roll my question in my tongue. "Malfoy, I having dreams with a female creature..."
"Stop! This is not going to lead me hearing you out that the dream turns out to one make up session because I don't to hear the rest" He said in must force and fake disgust in his voice.
"NO! Stop that Malfoy. I am not that kind of person." I shouted as I felt so embarrassed. I cleared my throat then I speak again. "So. In my dream, this female demon was urging me to just let go of my self and let her take control of me."
"Female demon?"
"Yes. She just keep on visiting and urging me to eat." I continue.
Suddenly, Malfoy's face turned serious and stared at me, with much intensity. "To eat what?"
Fear clogged my throat. I have gone too far. This dangerous! I should stop it now. Malfoy is much like Hermoine. Intelligent enough to puzzle out my current condition. The relief that I had just felt, disappear immediately. Instead panic replaces it in my chest.
"I have to go." I said as I back towards the woods to escape from him.
"Potter." He said as he reach out for me. "I can help you."
"Help me?" I tripped over my feet as he came near me. "HOW?"
"Let's just say. I have an idea of what is happening with you" Malfoy eyed him.
"I- I have to think about it first." I said with my shaking voice.
"Yes, do that please." Malfoy mumbled with such intense sincerity. "I'll be waiting for you."
Sighing, I let myself calm down before I started to walk away.
"Ah, wait." Malfoy called after I was out of the woods and I was walking towards the castle.
My entire body stiffed. "Yes..."
"Here." He reached out then took my hand placing a small pouch. "These could help you to curb your hunger for the meantime."
After giving me the small leather pouch, he walked away from me. Inside the pouch, were the same blood pebbles that he was feeding his butterflies.
Author's message: That's it guys for this chapter. Please advice or comments are much appreciated.