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 delayed update. Writer's block. I have been doing other things to inspire me. I am thankful for my small collection of novels and the music in the internet to be my source material for inspiring me. So lets get on with the story...

From the previous chapter:

"Harry." Hermoine gently called out to me.

"Yes." I answered as I refocus my mind to Hermoine, away from the negative thoughts that have entered my head.

"I wish we could forget the outside world. Stay as we were." Hermoine muttered as she flip the pages of the book without actually reading it. "Grow old, the three of us. Together."

"Yes." I answered again. Sadness dwelling inside of me. Silence then ruled over us as we tried to nurse the growing pain inside of us. Only the birds that tweets as they past us by and the rustling of the leaves on the trees as it sway from the gentle breeze were heard.

Then out of nowhere, the alarms sound out. Hermoine and I were on full alert as we immediately stood and pulled out our wands.

Something broke through our perimeter. I started hearing the clicking and the crawling sounds.

The hunters found us!

End of the previous chapter.

Chapter 13: Blood And Flesh

"Goddamn it!" I shouted at Hermoine. "Hermoine run."

My voice barely carried over the sound of Acromantulas' pincers clicking in excitement as a mob of them crash in front the thin barrier that we made. The barrier made a breaking sound as it was about to disappear from the sheer pressure that it was receiving from the Acromantulas. But it didn't stop Hermoine from jumping from her place as she took out her wand in a defense position.

"HARRY!" She screeched in distress and fear. "Let's get out of here"

Hermoine's hand harshly pulled my jacket as she tried to direct me to move but I stayed grounded on my spot that had yanked back Hermoine. She slammed her shoulder against my newly developed body. Surprised, she scrambled to stand up straight and look at me as she directed her questioning gaze at me.

"I can distract them." I muttered as I avoided to look at her. "You can escape to safety."

Then she slapped me across my face. Hard.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermoine shouted at my ear. "I will NEVER abandon my best friend for my own safety. Remember that!"

My face sting from her slap, the pain woke me up. I guiltily bow my head for ever suggesting that. "I'm sorry, Hermoine"

Then she again pulled me. "Apologize later. Run. Now!"

We headed right thru the thick woods not waiting for the our barrier to be completely be broken by the Acromantulas. Abandoning out tent, we were only armed by our wands and with Hermoine is the beaded bag. We run like wolves, skidding and leaping over rocks and over-grown roots of the trees, not longer than two minutes, a crashing sound was heard.

"Shit!" I cursed out loud.

"What?" Hermoine asked as she gasped for air. It seems Hermoine wasn't able to hear it from this distance.

"The barrier broke." I said then I took her hand and pulled her. Hermoine scream in surprise. I had no time to explain to her my plan, so I just executed it. When Hermoine was in my arms, I carried her in bridal style and speed up my run.

"PUT ME DOWN." She said in anger."THIS INSTANT."

"No." I answered. "Sorry, Hermoine but we need to out-run them as fast as we can and this is the only way I can think of."

And with that and with great effort, Hermoine shut up.

Thankfully, Ron isn't here. He will be super jealous.

Out of nowhere, a large Acromantula about half the size of an adult elephant leaped unto us. Its a good thing, my instinct had kick in as I automatically skidded to my right thus I was able to avoid being crash to the ground. As the black acromantula realize that his preys escape him, his pincers clicked more vigorously in anger then came for us. Behind it, were others racing to reach us as well.

Hagrid, why the hell do you love these creatures!?

In the midst of being chased by a horde of giant acromatulas and the fear of death as well as my abomination transformation and all that shit, I felt intoxicated from the adrenaline that was pumping in my veins - the thrill that sings in my every fiber of my body and the power that I could feel in every stride that I take. That made me question my sanity.

My sanity that was questioned by many. I shuddered, remembering the look on the faces of the people that surrounded me upon the discovery of my transformation.

To them, I am a monster.

I can't judge them, after I did look like one. Whenever my hunger comes to me, the iris in my eyes would be tainted by the color red and the white ball of my eyes would turn black. My skin would even turn pale and the visible veins on my neck, arms, hands, feet and legs would turn to dark purple to black shade. But what absolute tore my mind and my heart apart - is the way I was treated by the people that I have look up to and have treated as a family. I can't question their fear but to completely shun me...was the less that I have expected.

Professor McGonagall, Ron, Fred and George then there was Ginny...

Ginny's face came to my mind, clear as a television scene. I saw her frighten eyes that stared at me. Her pale skin as all the blood drain from her. Her cry as she scrambled backward trying to get away from me as far as she can. I remember her disgust. And I remember I smell her fear.

She fears me.

Pain and anger crawled around my chest on all fours until I was panting from the ugly, familiar feeling. Then in vengeance, my hunger kick me in the guts, hard and fast. With the swirl of anger, pain and hunger, I swayed then shifted as fast I can to maintain my balance.

"Harry." Hermoine spoke for the first time after I have started running with her in my arms as we were trying to to escape the Acromantulas that are still chasing us. "Are you all right?"

I couldn't answer Hermoine's question. Panting hard, I steadied myself as I took a deep breath and waited to see if the drunken sensation would passed. Instead the mere action of breathing in, cause me intense pain as I realize in grief that I carve for blood and flesh

Feeding time that was my body saying to me.

Cursing, I am truly unfortunate, as if all the gods and goddesses had been playing with my life. In all the time for my hunger strike to came back in a form of full blown pain is this TIME... Really when will fate give me a break!

And its not helping that we are being chased by giant man-eating spiders and Hermoine, who is in my arms has a mouth-watering scent that its making it hard for me to focus enough. I forced myself to keep going on, weaving through the trees, avoiding the pincers and the legs of the Acromantulas that did managed to get near us.

By the long run, the Acromantulas were still on our tail and Hermoine did her best to distract them with her spells, blasting them off. As I try to focus on escaping and suppressing my blood lust. It was getting harder and Hermoine seems to have notice my suffering as she did her best to help me. Muttering encouragement and trying to soothe me. But I was so bloody hungry I felt stoned. The numbness was slowing and creeping through-out my body and I fear that the longer this chase will be, I would lose control sooner or later and I might give in to the bottomless dark hunger within me that I just want to bite off the flesh from Hermoine's neck.

Shit! I couldn't stand this...not knowing any longer what to do.

But then I wanted to laughed. The years that I had been in the dark, not knowing anything about my parents, to their deaths, to my heritage, to my magic, to my godfather, to what is my purpose. Physical pain, mental anguish, humiliation, hopelessness and helplessness that I both receive from my own relatives, from people that I don't know, from Voldemort and now from my loved ones.

What more do I have to go thru to find peace and happiness?

And yet I have to survive this or should I say that fate just won't let me die.

As I was distracted and Hermoine was still busy with the other Acromantulas, a smaller one was able to sneak through our defense and was able to jump on me and bit thru my left shoulder. I was startled with the sudden pain, whirling around so fast (thankfully, enough to throw off the spider) that I nearly lost my footing and had to re-adjust my hold on Hermoine as I almost had let her fall.

"HARRY!" She screamed in terror as she tried to block the hole that the spider was able to punch thru my shoulder with both of her hands. "OH GOD!"

My run had slowed down as my blood slowly gushed out from my wound. Cold-sweat poured from my forehead, if I could only let Hermoine escape to safety. "I'm f-fine" I rasped out, wincing from the pain.

"No, your not." Hermoine was in full-blown panic as she tried to climb down from my arms. "Let me go, Harry. I can run. I have to set a barrier. PLEASE!" She was desperate as I tried to ignore her cries. Finally giving in to her pleas as I nod my head at her. Then slowly I let her off and I took out my wand as I shield her while she prepare her spells for the barrier.

"Diffindo!" I cried out and the spider that was near me was hit. I blinked rapidly, staggering to my feet as I strained myself to stand and shaking away the pain that is pulsing on my shoulder from the attack of the smaller acromantula and from the hunger pains that is steadily erupting in my stomach.

'Focus, Harry.' I shouted in my head.

Waving my wand like a lasso, as I release a series of countless of spells hitting each acroumantula that keeps on coming, encircling us slowly. "Expelliarmus!" "Rictusempra!" "Bombarda!" Stupefy!" "Reducto!" "Arania exumai!" "Maxima Bombarda!"

It had been hours later or at least it seemed like hours instead of minutes, when finally Hermoine erected the barrier around us, far more stronger than the previous one that we surrounded our tent. The first large acromantula came crashing unto the barrier with a loud bang, screeching in pain as it was thrown back from the rebound effect of the barrier then a second later the others followed. One by one leaping and running towards us, only to be hinder by Hermoine's barrier.

The pang of starvation, the dry yearning of thirst...its making me lose control over my body, my mind and myself. And the bullshit blood-lust is pulsing all over my body. I started to shake, I fell down on the floor, on my knees and my head bow as I pant harshly. Hermoine was busy brandishing her wand to add more support to the erected barrier, her sweat poured as she was giving her best effort to protect the both of us.

Even with my dazed mind and the Hermoine's chattering of 'now we are safe', deep down I know that we are cornered with no option to escape from the Acromantulas and in the way of Hermoine's grim facial expression, I also know the barrier won't last long before the Acromantulas could actually break through it.

Then not for long, cracks could be heard as the barrier started to fall apart.

"Hermoine, I need you to run as fast as you can when the barrier disappear" I breathed, aware of a suffocating urgency. And in that instant Hermoine was alert and ready to fight me with my decision but I spoke as fast I can to hinder her from having a say on this matter. "Hermoine, Listen to me. I can't escape with you. I-I am not in a position-n to be near you. Its... already overpowering-g me. I don't know if... if I can control myself."

Hermoine looked so intense she didn't seem able to breath in. "You can't make me do this, Harry." She gasped out as tears started to fall out from her eyes. "You can't."

"I am sorry, Hermoine" I said in the verge of tears as well. "Sorry."

Then the wall of barrier came crashing down.

I don't exactly know what happened after the first two acromantulas rush onto us, clicking their pincers rapidly but what I do know is before any of them was able to touch Hermoine, I got to them first. And I also know that for the first time after being condemn in this hellish situation, I am free at last.

With a moan choking in my throat, salivating and rejoicing in ecstasy as I bit thru the hard flesh. The blood exploding in my mouth and the meat as hard as it was, I was able to easily tore it from the limb. The screeching pain from the creature wasn't able to reach my ear as I pushed my mouth deeper into the flesh. The creature resisted me, I laughed and spoke in unrecognizable voice. "More...Blood. Flesh to chew on. Come to me."

I drank and I drank. Easily finishing the two acromantulas. But I wasn't satisfied, the taste was lacking. Then I started to indulge myself with the flesh of the others that was brave enough to attack me. Abruptly, a blast of cold came out of my body, making the temperature go down in few degrees. And with the show of power, the other acromantulas flight in fear, leaving me alone with nothing to eat.

But one scent remain, the aromatic one - that was far more appetizing. Promising a delicious meal, flesh and bones. I turn around in search of that smell.

Then I found it.

A human girl with bushy brown hair, as she warily came close to me, a stick on her hand. "Harry?" She said as she approached me.

'Who's Harry?' I thought.

Crouching down in all fours, as I position myself to attack. I let out a growl to intimidate my prey. Low and quiet but deadly. The echoes of hunger inside me, spread faster as I took a leap towards the human girl.

Screaming as the girl stumbled away from my claws. She keeping yelling a name that I have no concern about. A hot flashed went through my body as it seek relief from the hot flames scourging my body. My head swirl in pain and in heaviness, my skin prickly.

'I need blood. I need flesh. Let me eat! Eat!'

As if the human girl had understood that it was no avail to hinder me with words, she run. As fast as she can. But not fast enough to out-run me. I leap with force as I run after my prey. I can imagine it now, how the blood would flow - spurting and gushing as I bite and tore the flesh on her neck. I snicker in excitement and in anticipation. Then the human girl turn and wave the stick in her, shouting: "Petrificus totalus."

The hair on my skin raised as a premonition of the danger of that action, by instinct I avoided the hit as I skid to the other side.

'That is a dangerous stick'

With much force in my legs, I push forward and raised my left claw as I reach for her, hitting her by the left shoulder. As I have hit hard, she stumbled and fall on the ground. Seeing that she had let go of that dangerous stick, I took and throw it.

Realizing that she couldn't defend herself, she lift her upper body facing me. Her face was full terror as she was waiting for me to end her life. Begging me, with her cries and calling out for the name - 'Harry'. I was happy as I slowly approach the human. At last, I could finally eat.

"INCARCEROUS!"

Out of no where, ropes encircle me, bounding me to the nearest tree, strong and tight. I snarl in frustration as I snap my jaws at the newcomer. Angry for hindering my meal time.

"Potter, I didn't know that you have become an animal." An arrogant voice said. "Seriously, you should have chosen a better meal."

The human girl stood up and slowly walk to the blonde male. "Malfoy?"

The blonde turn to the brown haired human but did not let his eyes leave me. "Yes, it is I" He said sarcastically. "Tell me Granger. What in Morgan's name did happen to Potter to make him...like this? Or do I have to pry it out of you? Because seriously, I really could use a bit of information and a reason, on why should I let Potter here live."

"It's n-not Harry's fault" Still trembling, the female said. "He just went out of control from the Acromantulas' attack."

Raising one of his eye brow, the male faced the bushy haired girl."Explain."

The girl then went on a series chattering that I was not concern about as I was still bound in these ropes. I growl in frustration and in hunger as the pain keeps pulsating inside my head and my body. I want to eat them, the both of them. Right. Now!

Darkness.

I was in darkness again. As I burn in pain, in hunger and in the hollow bottomless pit of insanity. I just want to end this all. I beg to anyone to douse the black fire within me - relief me by letting me eat or by death.

'So, this is despair.'

Sobbing and growling as I snap my jaws, as I force my body to twist against the ropes, breaking my skin and making me bleed. Raking my claws against the tree as they got tore.

From afar, a female voice cried out. "Harry!" She weep as she walk weakly towards me then abruptly running towards the blonde male. "Malfoy, what should I do? I have done all the things that the books had describe, the ones that I got from Hogwarts. Some of their suggestions have work. But this...I just don't know what to do. Please Malfoy help us!"

Standing straight with the aura of regal, the blonde turn to the female saying. "What benefit would I get out of this? and why should I help you?"

Desperate, she took a hold of his jacket and yank it. "I'll do anything for my best-friend." she said in a tone that was hard and strong.

The blonde sighs. "Alright. But be prepared, its a good thing your a Gryffindor because this is not a pretty sight to see." He warns. "I want you to be ready with anything I ask for Granger. Anything." He emphasize.

He took out a knife out.

"What are you going to do with that knife to Harry, Malfoy?!" The female shouted.

"Shut up, Granger." He said then brought the knife to his left hand and slice a cross it. The blood from his hand was dripping fast and as its scent hits me, I started to struggle more. But the lad didn't panic or flinch away from me instead he walk slowly towards me. A very unusual sight that had made me stunned as I cease from moving and fighting my ropes. And upon reaching me, unexpectedly, he raised his wounded hand and place it on my lips.

"Harry." The blonde said in a gentle tone that took all my attention. "You don't have suffer anymore. You can eat my flesh and drink my blood. Go on, eat."

I open my mouth and took a bite. Heaven. That's the word that entered my mind as soon as the flesh and blood entered my mouth. Bite after bite, my consciousness slowly return me. I was becoming aware that I was eating Malfoy's hand and he offered it to me, with no fear in his eyes or disgust. Even though, I vaguely remember his conversation with Hermoine, his eyes that was watching as I feed was only concern. That emotion that he was showing had hit me so much that my eyes unwillingly let out tears.

I cried.

'Thank you, Hermoine. Thank you, Malfoy.'

Author's message: It would be a great pleasure and help, if you would give a bit of advice or comment about this Chapter 13: Blood and Flesh , 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.

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