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!
Additional note from the author: This chapters is representing the level of relationship of Harry's friends with each other. This is intended for the sole purpose of you feeling the emotions that Harry is actually feeling in regards with his friends and loved ones.
From the previous chapter:
"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 stifled. "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.
End of the previous chapter.
Chapter 09. SCREAM
It has been two days after my last encounter with Malfoy. But I still haven't come in terms of asking help from my rival or should I call him ex-rival?
Telling him my secret regarding my demon is just too risky! And there is an issue of trust.
Can I trust him?
My head tells me to be cautious but I know within me- my guts tells me to trust him. I wasn't so sure anymore of anything.
Sighing as I walk across the Gryffindor's common room, towards my friends, wanting to clear my mind. I sat beside Ginny as I took my notes ready to distract myself. Potions really takes up your time, much to my chagrin with our Potion professor.
"You look better." Ginny commented as she stared at my face. She look so beautiful. Her chocolate brown eyes to her cheeks adored by freckles - a trait that eventually is handed down to all Weasleys. Her flaming red hair that she keeps long.
"Better?" I asked, reaching out for the strayed strand of her hair and tucking it under her ear. As I did so, she blushed, adoringly, making her more beautiful. She seems had forgotten her own question as I raise one of my eyebrow to urge her to continue but when she didn't say anything. I smirked at her.
"Ginny, the question." I teased her.
"W-what?" She asked in dazed.
Laughing a bit, as happy as I am able to make my girlfriend flustered and be in dazed, I do pity her if she became a mess in front her brother, who I know is going to tease her relentlessly.
"I am asking what do you mean by me looking better?" I grinned at her as I neared my face to her.
Ginny's whole face turned in a whole new level of red and started to mumbled about things that didn't seem to make sense. Taking pity on my girlfriend, Hermoine came to her rescue as she call out my name for my attention. "Harry! Stop teasing Ginny."
I turn to face Hermoine with my most innocent look. "Teasing? I was just asking her about what did she mean with her comment."
Rolling her eyes, not believing me a single bit. Hermoine continued. "She means you look healthier."
Healthier? That perked up my curiosity.
"What does that mean?" I asked more seriously.
"Your complexion is better than the past two days. You don't look like you're going to fall off anytime. You're in a good mood compared to you being grouchy all the time." She continue as she listed all the things that she had observed. " Better, even your still not eating that much."
"Geez. Thanks, Hermoine for the whole work-up." I sarcastically murmured as I gave her sardonic smile.
"Why, Harry! Your welcome." She smirk with equal sarcasm.
"Stop it, Guys!" Ginny intervened beside me. "If you, two continue with the contest of evil smiles. Then everybody especially Ron will be shaking in fear."
"I won't!" Ron shouted.
"But really, stop! It creepy." Ignoring Ron, Ginny said to us.
"Okay. If you say so, my love." I said as I put one of arm around her shoulder and putting a light kiss on her cheek, making her blush again.
"Harry, stop making out with my sister." Ron grumbled at us he made a face, discolored by green tint. "It's really disturbing for a brother."
"Shut it, Ron." Ginny barked as she stood from her sit, making my arm fall off from her shoulder. "I can do what I want to do!"
Ron jumped out from his sit, making an angry noise and marched towards Ginny. Ginny did likewise. They both started to bickering with each other, steaming with so much anger. I rolled my eyes at their antics.
"Really, The both of them!" Hermoine said as she made the same facial expression as mine.
"I know." I said but the same time, wishing that it will always stay like this.
'A wish that won't came true.'
Flying has always been able to relax me. The wind blowing past me, cool and calming. The sky wide, with few clouds that cover the blue horizon. Sun that shines gently on us. I was hovering above the Quidditch field on my broom, helping our captain in the supervision of the team as they practice for the upcoming match with the Ravenclaw, 2 days from now.
Everthing had been going well for me, these past few days. With the regular drinking of dreamless potion, I wasn't able to dream about HER again. And I was also grateful for the small leather pouch that Malfoy gave me. The blood pebbles did a great job in curbing my appetite but it still unable to fully satisfy me. Well, its better than having none, right?
And even though, I haven't decided on accepting his help, I still wish that I could thank him in saving me from going insane with hunger. I just couldn't think of anything or anyway to show my gratitude to him. Its gonna be awkward if I just pop out of nowhere and act friendly with him, right?! Not the mention, embarrassing to just say 'thanks' upfront to your rival.
"Harry!" Ron called out of nowhere. I immediately snap out into attention as the call, wake me up in my daydreaming. I look around to see if I miss anything, I saw Ron flying towards me.
"Ron?" I asked, confused.
"Mate! I have been shouting your name for million times." He grumbled as he had reach my destination. "You have been distracted these past days. What's wrong, Harry?"
"Sorry, Ron. I'm j-just..." I mumbled, uncertain of what I could tell him.
"It's fine, Harry. I know that you are still having problems with whatever that is bothering you. Nightmares? That's suck." Ron said as he was hovering beside me with his broom. I can see he was trying to understand my current situation. "Hermoine had told me, all about it. Just remember, we're here for you. For always."
"Thanks, Ron" I smiled at him. "And yeah, your right. It sucks!"
Ron return the grin. Its really good to have my best friends by my side.
We spent the whole morning trying to drill the tactics with everyone in the team and by afternoon, we had a small break as Hermoine and the girls from the Gryffindor brought some snacks. Ron was already eating his portion while Ginny was waving for me to get down to the ground as I was still up on my broom. As I was about to fly to them, I notice a group of people on the far side of the Quidditch field. They seems to be fighting or rather chasing someone. I flew towards them, and as I shorten the distance between them and me. I realizing that they were: Michael Corner and his group (Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein, Grant Page and Jason Samuels) and in the middle of their circle, the one they are cornering was none other than Draco Malfoy.
As soon as I saw that Malfoy was in danger, I made a dive, speeding down towards them. I suddenly feel a boiling sensation in my chest, realizing that I was extremely angered by their action. I can hear shouts from my friends and my teammates but right now, my mind only focused on getting to Malfoy before they could hurt him.
"CORNER!" I growled as I landed with a loud thud, two meters away from them. Surprising them, with my sudden appearance as they jolted with panic upon seeing me. They haven't expected to be discovered by someone as they look like deer caught in the middle in the road by a rushing car.
"P-Potter, what a-are you doing here?" Corner stuttered with uncertainty but tried to hide it which fake arrogance in his tone and voice.
"I should be asking that?!" I snared at them. "And what are you all doing to Malfoy?"
"That's none of your business, Potter!" He said in anger. As he was gaining his confidence by every seconds that pass by.
"It is!" I snapped at them with vigor. "Stop bothering, Malfoy."
"What is this? Acting Hero even towards a prospect Death-eater." Michael growled and made a rude gesture at me. "Becoming dark now, Harry. What can you say, your showing now your true colors?"
That comment about me 'becoming dark' hit me harder than I have expected it to be. Something within my chest boiled and my entire body shakes with fear and anger. Fear for the possibility of being discovered and lastly, anger for his hitting near my insecurity and accusing me of being evil.
"What's this, Potter?" He smirked at me, with much arrogance. "Our brave Hero is shaking!"
Snickers and whispered voices came about from Michael's group as they're eyes that look over me, are watching with much judgement.
A burst of hot searing anger filled my lungs as the air that I breathe in, turns painful. I just want to punch his stupid face. To fucking hit so many times. To see blood flow from every hit I inflicted onto him. To make him feel pain. I felt my whole body quiver in ecstasy as the mere thought of making Michael bleed. Then I step towards him with much interest to make it all happen.
"Potter." Said a quiet, calm and confident voice behind me. As I felt the tug on my shirt, I turn towards Malfoy, who was standing near me.
Seeing his calm but concern face, some of my anger faded. I was able to calm down. "What it is, Malfoy?' I said in gently tone.
He bowed his head near my ear and whispered. "Calm down, Potter. Your eyes are turning red."
I felt chills run on my back as his warm breath tickled my face. Soon I realized the words that he had said, I tried to inhale and exhale slowly to composed myself in able to hinder the change in the colors of my eyes.
"What is happening, Harry?" A voice from above us asked loudly as the wind interfere the sound to be heard. Angelina Johnson, our captain.
"Angelina, I was just trying to help Malfoy. These Ravenclaws are ganging on him." I said as soon as Angelina landed near us.
"I see." She in a stern manner. "You all shouldn't be here. After all, the quidditch field had been scheduled to be preserve to us Gryffindor for our practices. If you wish to confront some issues. You should do it in another place."
"I apologize for being here." Michael smirked at my direction. " But Potter butt in, an issue that he doesn't have any concerns"
"What?!" I snapped at him. Unable to believe that he still insist to be arrogant after admitting to be caught at doing something so unacceptable.
"Harry." Angelina called out. "You shouldn't bother them. We still have a match to take care of."
Appalled by Angelina's attitude of unconcern in Malfoy's safety, I struggled to understanding her logic. For her Malfoy is someone unworthy of her attention because he was not her friend, not Gryffindor and not beneficially to her in winning in our upcoming match thus he doesn't interest her to save him. Simply as that.
"Captain Johnson of the Gryffindor." Malfoy called in his most regally tone. He waited for Angelina to turn her head to pay attention to him as the rest of the team started to arrive.
"What, Malfoy?" She asked with impatient tone.
"You are wrong when you said it wasn't Potter business to butt in." He smiled in a sneering manner. "It is Potter's business."
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Angelina stared at Malfoy as if Malfoy had miraculously had grown two more hands.
Malfoy slowly walk towards Angelina and reached out a small notebook that had a blue hue cover. Michael reacted almost immediately as he made to snatch the small notebook but unable to make a grab on it as Malfoy avoided his hands.
"Bring it back, Malfoy or I'll knock you all over!" Michael shouted with vigor, panic is written all over his face as profuse sweat pour from his body.
Snickering, Malfoy raised the said small notebook above his head as his stance changed. His manners seems to remind me of that arrogant brat that I am used to seeing. "I like to see you try."
"Cough it out, Malfoy!" Ron grumbled as he too had arrived and had been watching the whole exchange up until now. "What got Harry to do with you or the notebook that you are holding? Your disturbing the whole practice."
"Oh. Its not only Potter's concern. Actually." He pauses as he dramatically drop the next words. "It is after all, you - Gryffindors' business." Malfoy smirked in the most confident and eerie way as he fan gently the notebook near his face.
"Malfoy. I got it." Angelina said with impatient tone in her voice. "Give me the notebook."
"NO! That's mine." Michael shouted as he losses his temper and made a charged towards Malfoy. Making an angry sound in his throat as he went for the dive.
My entire body moved by instinct as I run in front of Malfoy and caught the raging Michael. I tried to shoved him off with all my strength but instead I was brought down with his weight. I can hear all the cheers and the egging from the boys and the shout of protests from the girls for us to stop. As I fell on the ground, Michael made to punch my face. His fist hit my jaw with full force that made my head sway and swim.
"So much for the mighty Potter! HA!" He sneered as he hit me again on my chest. Pain erupted as his fist made an impact. And another one hit me. "Weak!"
I suddenly felt urge to kick his ass. That evil thought came to me again. The want to make him bleed. To kill him. Shit! I hate HIM. I want to hit him. I took my fist and balled it. I took a swing making it hit his stomach. As I hit him, he shouted with pain. Coughing as he couldn't recover from my punch. He wheezes on the side as I took the opportunity to stand up and back away from him. As I did so, I tasted blood in my mouth as his punch did cut the side of lips. I spilled the blood on the ground near him.
"What was that, M-Michael?" I breathe heavily. "Weak? I think not."
Ginny run up to my side, trying to see if I was seriously injury. She whispered. "Are you alright?" Which I whispered back her to spare her from worrying so much. "I'm fine"
Cheers erupted from my team mates. I can Ron calling out to me "Good job Mate!" while Hermoine shouted at him. "Stop egging him, Ron."
Trying to recover, Michael look up. "I-I going to tell Professor Flitwick this. So you all will be disqualify."
As soon as he said those words, all the cheers died down. The murmurs of worries started to escalated in all the team members as well as Michael's side.
"No. You're absolutely wrong about that." Malfoy suddenly spoke as he was silent awhile aback. "You can't disqualify them from the game."
"Wrong, Malfoy?" Michael glared at Malfoy as he try to stand up but seems to be failing as he staggered a bit.
"Yes. I still have this." Malfoy showed the forgotten notebook. "I can show this to Professor McGonagall"
"BASTARD!" Michael growled at Malfoy, tensing with every muscle in his body. I can see that he really wanted to attack Malfoy, if it weren't for the damage he received from my punch.
Hermoine step up from the crowd. She turn her critical eyes on the notebook in the possession of Malfoy. "What's in that notebook, Malfoy."
Malfoy slowly turn to Hermoine and walk towards her. He placed the notebook on her reaching hand. "Read for your self, Granger."
Hermoine had a second of surprise expression on her face as she didn't expect for Malfoy to hand the notebook willingly and to be called with her surname instead of mudblood. But the surprise look on her face, dissolve as soon as she open the notebook and began scanning for the content.
"Malfoy, this is?" Hermoine look up and turned to Malfoy with an angry expression.
"Yes it is. I saw them hiding there on the back of the audience sit as they were watching you all." He said.
"What it is, Hermoine?" Angelina asked as she went beside Hermoine to peek on to the said notebook.
"It's information about the our team's strategy." Hermoine said as loud as she could.
Angelina took the notebook with force and started flipping the notebook. "So, you Ravenclaws have been spying on us. And this little notebook contains all of our strategies that you all have gathered. When did the Ravenclaws acted like a Slytherin?"
"That kind of hurt a bit, Johnson." Malfoy said but was easily ignored by Angelina as she was facing the Ravenclaws that were looking worried and in panic as they were busted of spying - underhand method.
"Shut it, Hag!" Michael shouted with ferocity. It seems Michael hadn't still gotten in his head that such could lead to Ravenclaws' disqualification or Ravenclaws' reputation being questioned. "Even so, you have the notebook but you cannot deny that I am sporting a damage. Making you all in the Gryffindor committed an act that may also lead to your disqualification."
"Arrogant prick!" Ron snapped at them along with Fred and George who also started to grumbled.
"Not really, Mr. Corner" Hermoine said in a determined voice. "Yes, it is true that you are injured because of Harry, a member of our quidditch team but you also inflict same injuries on Harry. And Mr. Corner, you are also a member of the Ravenclaw quidditch team. Thus both of will be disqualify from both respective teams. And lets add that evidence (small notebook) that you have been spying us - that may lead to another thing which also bad for your team."
Michael had turned pale from Hermoine's speech and both his friends had nervously chatter at his back.
"Why can't you all let it be?" Malfoy said quietly.
Amazed by his proposal. All both opposing sides started at him, unbelievably. Fred reacted faster that any of us. "Are you crazy, Malfoy?"
"No, I am not" he answered back.
"What in the world would you suggest that?" George asked bewildered.
Sighing heavily while rolling his eyes, he made expression that looks like 'I talking to idiots.' He turned to the Ravenclaws as well. "I think it will turn better for anyone, especially to your team, Corner."
Glaring heavily at Malfoy, Michael asked with bared teeth. "What do you mean, Malfoy?"
"If all of you would tell your respective professor of what had happen. Then both your Gryffindor's seeker and Ravenclaw's beater will be disqualify for all seasons, which something you all wouldn't like right?" Malfoy smirked as he explained to all of us. "A thing that would make my Slytherin team happy since you all will be losing a vital player for the next following games."
A heavy silence came on us with what Malfoy had told us. Both our teams and Ravenclaw were thinking of the options laid out on us. Smiling, Malfoy bid us all good bye before walking away from us.
Just like that.
After long discussion with both respected team's captains, Angelina Johnson and Roger Davies, they came up with an agreement of keeping the commotion quiet with a bargain that the Ravenclaws giving up there practice slot to us, Gryffindor. Captain Roger Davies apologizes for the inappropriate action of his team members since he wasn't aware what were doing. Of course, it also goes that both me and Michael can't go to Promfrey for our injuries.
Angelina said in grouchy manner. "Suck it up, Harry. It is for our team's win."
Hermoine wasn't all happy for the Captain's decision as she was still complaining for my sake. "Harry, is still in pain from those injuries. How can you say?" Which was totally ignored by Angelina. Making Hermoine more angry. Poor Ron had to received the angry shouts and the jabs from the elbow just to calm down Hermoine.
"Are you really all right, Harry?" Ginny said as she stood beside me. Looking so worry as she look over me.
"Yeah, I am." I said as let some of my weight lent on her. "Thank you for the concern. But..."
"But?" She asked as she look up to me.
"I would feel better if my girlfriend give me some encouraging." I smiled as I teases her.
Her face turn red again from embarrassment. Then I slowly bowed my head to her face as I did so. She tiptoe and closed her eyes waiting for me. I let my lips touched hers. I felt a thrill travel around my body as we kissed.
Then we heard a cough. As slowly our lips connect was as fast we separated. At the door, leaned against the door frame were the twins Fred and George with evil smirks that promise torture for the both of us.
Blushing the both of us, as we stumbled in our feet. "Don't you dare say or do anything?" Ginny grumbled as she glare at her brothers.
Laughing the both of them, Fred and George started to hop and jump up and down around me and Ginny. "We won't - " George started. "- Promise, Little sister" Fred finishes then they started to run towards the boys' tower as Ginny chased them as she flares up.
'Life is good'
The day of the quidditch match had finally arrived. I sat with the rest of the Gryffindor, at the table their was an awkward and tense aura around. I can totally understand the feeling as butterflies swoosh in stomach making me feel nauseated. Adding to my worries with the match was my empty leather pouch, the blood pebbles were all gone since yesterday, which made me irritated since I couldn't eat properly with any meal without it. And I couldn't find Malfoy since the incident with Michael. Sighing as I flex my shoulder and flinched in irritation since I was so hungry.
"Is your injuries still hurting, Harry?" Hermoine asked as she saw my irritation on my face.
"I guess?" I answered with a question. I seriously have forgotten that I was injured since it was hurting that much.
"What do you mean 'I guess'?" Hermoine snapped at me. She suddenly grabbed my shoulder and urge me to stand up. "Let me see them. Let's go to Myrtle's bathroom."
Sighing, I slowly got up and followed after her. When Hermoine is determined, no one can stop her. Upon arriving at Myrtle's bathroom, We entered. It seems to be Myrtle wasn't there to bothered us, I went to a stall and open my shirt, to see if there was still a damage but as I reached the buttons at the middle of my shirt, I froze and started top gasp as I panic. My gasping was heard as Hermoine pounded on the stall's door.
"What happen, Harry?" She shouted, outside the stall that I was in.
With a shaking hand, I unlocked the stall. "H-Hermoine, w-what haaaha...is happening-g with me?"
As the stall opened and Hermoine gazed upon my stomach, horror wrapped her face as she suppress a scream.
Author's message: That's it guys for this chapter. Please advice or comments are much appreciated.