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 sincerely apologize for the long absence and the late update, I was preparing for my written examinations and simulation test, and I couldn't lend time in typing my story. Super Sorry!

From the previous chapter:

Shrieking 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 weeping 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 to 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 to 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 me as I feed was my 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.'

End of the previous chapter.

Chapter 14: What Have I Become?

Light.

I felt peace for the first time ever since my unfortunate transformation. My body felt free with no pain or unquenching hunger.

No fear.

No Darkness.

No misery.

No rejection.

Just freedom.

Just acceptance.

Just peace.

I slowly came into consciousness from my deep sleep and started feeling my whole body. My senses took over as it tells me that I am safe in wherever I was. I felt the soft satin mattress underneath my body on where I lay, caving in from my weight, and the fresh cool breeze that came from (I guess) a nearby window as its gently tangle up my wild hair. The fragrance blew by me was a mixture of pines, lavender and freshly wet earth that told me that I am still near the woods. I could hear the birds' chirping, the rustling of the leaves of the trees, creaking of the branches and the muted voices of two people that I could distinguished that belong to a girl and a boy.

As I grew accustomed to fleeting sensation of peace within me, when the memories slowly immersed from my cerebellum - like an old telly flips its scene before me.

I remember.

Hermoine.

As she run in fright and crying for me to stop. My best-friend at my mercy.

Me - Bloodshot eyes, sharp razor teeth gnawing, wild from insanity and hunger. Darkness and madness.

A Monster.

Then a taste of pleasure as blood and flesh explode in my mouth. Satisfying my hunger and emptiness inside of me. After my sanity has slowly came back to me, I saw a sun shining brightly at me as it warms me up with acceptance.

Draco Malfoy.

I scrambled up from where I lay, awaken from my slumber. Eyes wide open as I scan my unfamiliar surroundings. Flinching from the brightness of the light of the sun from windows, I found out that I was in a seemingly wide space room, ivory cream-colored furniture, slightly opened high glass windows covering the the entire one side of the room, showing the patio and white semi- see thru curtains as they dances from the wind that pass by. No portrays where hanged in the room to help me identify of who was the owner of the said room.

I was laid at the center of the queen-sized bed, still in daze. I slowly stood up and walk up to the door then I realized that I don't have my wand in my person. I started to contemplate on what should I do when I don't have anything on me to defended myself or anyone to tell me what is going on.

Then the door opened.

Before me was a shocked Hermoine as she realized that I was awake. I felt extremely awkward and scared as I remember of the way I have singularly chased after my best-friend to murder her and, even I want to justify myself as I was not in my right mind when I did it. I still did it with the intention to harm her. I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself. Lowering my head as I couldn't bear to look at her, in guilt.

"Hermoine, I'm sor-" I mumbled but was cut-ff abruptly as Hermoine had run with her arms spread open and she embraced me strongly. Her arms tightened around my neck and she sniffed and sobbed.

"Thank God! You're awake, Harry." She cried out in my arms.

Tears flowed from my eyes, as grieve and relief flooded within me. I return her embraced. "Sorry! Sorry! I am so sorry, Hermoine!" I choke within my tears and cries. "And thank you!"

"I know, Harry. I know you didn't meant to hurt me." Hermoine chanted as she was still stayed in our embrace. "I know."

We stayed like that, in each other's arms, crying in relief that we did not lose a friend.

It had been hours before the tears in our eyes has finally stop from flowing. We settle ourselves on the edge of the queen-size bed. I was informed that I have been unconscious for straight three days which had made Hermoine worried.

"Herms, I have been meaning to asked." I said. "Where are we?"

Hermoine was about to answer my question, as her mouth opened to speak when a very familiar voice sounded out from the doorway.

"You're in my cabin."

Leaning against the door, with his blonde hair free falling from his head, was the immaculate Draco Malfoy.

Looking over at him, he was wearing a turtle neck white sweater, gray khaki pants and to my surprise, he was bare-footed. My face must have look ridiculous as Malfoy raised an eyebrow at me and Hermoine giggled at my side. I started to get embarrassed as I realize that my mouth was wide open from being caught off guard. Then suddenly, I remembered Malfoy's hand.

I stood immediately, surprising Hermoine, who was beside me as I ran across the room to Malfoy and grabbed his left arm. Raising it up, I was overcome with relief and confusion as I saw a perfect hand, since I was sure that Malfoy did cut it off and fed it to me when I was still...Out of control.

"Potter." Malfoy said in a very bored tone as I look at him away from his hand. "That's sexual harassment."

I dropped his arm suddenly as if I was sting by his words, blood started to climb up to my cheeks as I heard his accusation. "No, it's not." I weakly denied.

But instead of bullying me as usually, Draco just stared at me, from my feet to my thighs then to my face, that had made feel so squishy inside and I fidgeted from his leering.

"Would you stop that!" I grumbled at him as he continued to stare at me. In our background, Hermoine was trying but failing to hold on to her laughter as I can still hear her gasping and giggling.

"Anyway, I would want to say my 'thanks' to you, Malfoy, for helping us." I desperately trying to change the direction of his gaze. "Thank you." I said, sincerely as I looked at his eyes.

"Hmm..." He answered nonchalantly. "I never have expected that hearing words of gratitude from you, Potter, would make me feel good. That's a first."

I felt frustrated with his reply then sighed. 'Of course, Malfoy is still Malfoy.' I thought.

"So, how are you feeling, Potter?" He asked suddenly. "Hungry? In pain? Or feeling sick?"

"Oh, that's right, Harry, I forgot to ask you." Hermoine stood up and walk up to me as she look me up from head to my toes for inspection. "Are in pain?"

"Really, Granger. You forgot to ask him when you have been with him for more than two hours." Draco grumbled as he sarcastically jab at Hermoine.

I got ready for a bursting comeback from Hermoine but she just look at Draco in an apologetic manner - my head went in a confused state.

"I am sorry, Malfoy. I got distracted." Hermoine apologized to him.

I could feel my jaws slacked and opened at what I had heard. If Ron was here, he would also do the same.

"Potter. We're waiting here for your answer and close that mouth of yours - that is so not attractive." Malfoy said in a bored tone.

Shutting my mouth closed, I continue to stare at them, trying to snapped out from my dream. This is a dream, right? A weird dream, where Hermoine and Draco are having a friendly banter in-front me about my health. Maybe I should also check my mental health.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermoine asked as her face morphed into concerned one.

"Granger, maybe, Potter is still in state of shock." Draco said. "Want me to hit him?"

"Stop that, Malfoy." Hermoine said as she look at Malfoy.

Okay... so this is not a dream. Wow! Hermoine and Draco are actually having a normal conversation without killing each other. Just Wow! I continue to stared at them.

"Harry, Are you hearing us?" Hermoine yelled at me. "Malfoy, I think that hit should be helpful."

"Are you sure, Granger?" Draco asked with surprise, evident in his voice. "I can hit him?"

"Yeah but not too hard." Hermoine answered.

"Okay." Draco said as he step closer and raised his hand over my head then SMACK!

His fist hit me hard!

Clutching my abused head as kneed on the floor, crying out. Nursing my injury, I glared at Draco with all my might.

"What's the big idea of hitting people" I snapped at him. "That hurts."

"Oh good, you can now hear us. I thought you went into a seizure state when you are not responding to us." Malfoy snickered. "But you have to know your head is too hard. Look at my hand, its all red from hitting you."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Still nursing my head, I stood up as I glared at him.

"Potter, you didn't answer the question. Do it hurt?" He said with his smirk well-placed on his face.

"Well, it hurts now." I grumbled at him. 'Jerk' I sneaked in under my breath.

Then a well profound laughter sounded from him as he found my situation funny, clutching his side from laughing too hard.

I really think that I should find a psychiatry for my mental health because right now even with the dire situation and all this weirdness, I found myself liking Malfoy's laughter.

I'm going insane!

After everything had calm down, Draco had invited us, Hermoine and I for an early lunch since I had already woke from my sleep. Hermoine also wanted me to immediately fed upon my waking.

"Hermoine, I'm not hungry." I told her.

"You have slept for three days straight, Harry." She argued. "You need to eat."

"You should listen to her, Potter. As much as possible, we want you satisfied and full - all the time." Draco reminded me, lightly.

Sighing, I surrender in with their sound arguments. I followed them obediently out the room, on which I am staying in, going down the stairs to the kitchen. Upon arriving in the kitchen, the warm aura and wafting smell of the cooked meal spread through out the room, reminding me the warmth that I have miss from the Weasleys' home. The kitchen itself was not grandiose, unlike what I have imagine that a Malfoy would own but it was still elegant, the walls was made of fine white wood while the cabinets and cupboards were made up with light brown pine wood, the floor made of white stones and, tables and chairs made of warm brown Narra wood. On the stove, a steaming pot was being stirred by a small being that was trying not to fall-off from the high chair, it was standing on.

"Tiffany, are you done cooking?" Draco asked as he walk towards the elf, looking over the pot that it was stirring.

"Oh little master, you have arrived." The she-elf cheerfully greeted Malfoy, with its surprisingly clean light blue dress. "Almost, little master." it answered the question that Malfoy had asked with glee.

"Hmm...good." Draco open a cupboard and started pulling out some white porcelain plates, silver forks, spoons and some glass cups then placing them on the table. "Oy, the two of you, are you not going to help?" He asked as he raised his head looking over to us.

Immediately, Hermoine took a hold of some plates from Malfoy and started helping him in preparing the table. I stood there helplessly as I witness yet another shocking event that is happening, in-front of me. Malfoy! He was setting the table and being nice to the house-elf.

The world is ending!

Hermoine looked up from her work and must have saw the disbelief in my eyes. She started to giggle. "I know its hard to get use to it. Seeing him like that. Believe me, in my first day here, I was also too shocked to move when I saw him being nice to his house-elf and cleaning the house, voluntarily." She smiled at me as her gaze returned to Malfoy as he was now stirring the hot pot of soup instead of his house-elf while the house-elf started to open the oven and took out the freshly baked breads.

Shaking my head, I snapped out from my dazed mind. Wonders are still out there, waiting for us to be discover and this is one of them. Walking towards Hermoine, I took some utensils from her and started helping as well.

Settling down on the cushion chairs, laid on the table were a pot of steaming chicken soup and a basket full of warm bread. I sat beside Hermoine while across us is Draco, and yet again shocking me out from my system is, sitting beside him, is his House-elf, Tiffany.

"Malfoy, I don't mean to rude to you but is it really okay for you to have a house-elf eating with us? No offense. I am okay with it but for you as a Malfoy to..." I asked but gradually losing words to describe what I am actually seeing.

Again raising one of his eyebrow, Malfoy putting his spoon down and taking a napkin to dab his clean lips. Those pinkish lips. Gulping loudly as I caught myself gawking at Malfoy's lips. Oh shit! Bad Harry!

"Tiffany is my bonded house-elf. She has much right to sit and eat beside me." Malfoy replied with a hint of coldness in his voice. "And this is my cabin, my father rules does not apply here. My rules only matter in this property."

Seeing him uptight with my inquiring, a dreadful feeling bloomed inside my chest. My ignorance with the situation hurt his feelings. "I didn't mean to upset you. Its just very unusual."

Draco looked up and stared at me, intensely. I huddled down inside my oversize pajama, which I forgot to change when Hermoine and Draco were both insisting of me to eat first. I need to find better clothes to wear if I were to live with Draco, even with the short period of time. I don't want to look bad.

"I see..." He whispered. "I forgot how ignorant you are about magic laws and bonds when, comparing to Granger, who is more knowledgeable and is more welcoming with the idea of House-elf sharing a meal with its owner."

"Hey! That's unfair. I have lived mostly my life in the muggle society and don't compare a genius to me." I said in defense. "No offense, Hermoine but you are really a genius." I continued as I saw Hermoine started to open her mouth to denied my statement.

With my praising words, it has completely shut her up as she looked away and blushed.

"Granger, since you are a genius..." Draco smile slowly at her while he was dragging his voice in a teasing manner. "Would you be a dear and please explain it to the knuckle head."

Glaring at Draco as soon as I heard his insulting words at me, but he was unfazed by my grimace as he continue to eat with a smirk on lips as he pick up his spoon again.

"Harry. A bonded house-elf meant that one elf is to serve one master, thus, every rule that are designed to house-elves are not effective to her because of the contract made between Draco and Tiffany." Hermoine patiently explained. "A vow for equal treatment for the loyal service."

"I understand." I finally said as I had processed everything in my head. "Thank you, Hermoine."

"Your welcome." Hermoine said after she took a spoonful of her soup.

Feeling hunger and relax, I looked down on the bowl of soup, that was in-front of me. My soup, which was different from them, it was composed of chop up lean meat, reddish from being not cooked. As unappetizing as it must have look, I know that this is now my diet and I must accept this.

Sighing, I took a spoonful and took a bite. I gasp in surprise. Immediately, the taste of flesh and blood took over my mouth. The slight thick consistent of the blood with metallic tinge in it, followed by the soft and mouth-melting meat, it was pure heaven. I almost purred in happiness.

"I take it, with your purring over that bowl of soup, that you are enjoying my recipe." Draco uttered as he was observing my reaction. "I guess, our experiment is a success, Granger."

"EXPERIMENT?!" I nearly choked on my soup with confusion and disbelief.

"Really, Malfoy! Do you need to say it like that?" Hermoine grumbled at Draco, a scolding tone. "Thankfully, it was a success."

"Success? Experiment? What the hell are you two talking about?" I complained as I getting irritated of being left behind by these two geniuses. "Do care to explain, Hermoine?"

"I really want to tell you about our experiment when you are done with your food." Hermoine sighed heavily. "Draco, you should have waited."

"Then, Potter would have more surprise and would be angry at us for not telling him anything." Draco nagged at us as he continue his breakfast, with poise and grace.

"Maybe, your right." Hermoine whispered as her eyebrows draw together in stress.

"I am always right." Draco said with conviction. I snorted. Arrogant bastard.

"So, what is this experiment that the both of you are talking about?" I asked at last as I couldn't handle the quietness and my curiosity is killing me.

"Your food." Draco said. He set his mug down as he was sipping his chocolate drink. "We were tampering your food"

"Tampering?" Shocked, I asked him.

"Hermoine and I decided that your diet must be completely be changed but we have to find out what are your preference in terms of food." Draco explained. "Basing from Hermoine's findings and the recent incident that involves you from going into berserk mode into an uncontrollable creature. We have listed down what are your basic food and a list of what you might have become."

"That's good and all but that doesn't explain why are you tampering my food." I said, still confused with the whole situation.

"We are tampering your food to finally see if all the theories we had come up with, so far, were true and as we saw your reaction to the soup that you are eating then that conclude that our experiment is a success." This time, Hermoine answered my question.

"A success on what?" I asked, as I was trying to understand them,

"The result to our experiment meant you are most likely to hunt and eat beings that have high magical power, as the soup was from a horned rabbit, a magical creature of the east. That would also include us, wizards and witches along with other magical creatures." Draco replied with seriousness in his voice. "With it, we also concluded what creature you might have become."

I tensed as I heard him. My heart slam against my chest and my throat dried up, almost immediately. "What have I become, Malfoy?"

"Potter, you might be a Strigoi."

Author's message: It would be a great pleasure and help, if you would give a bit of advice or comment about this Chapter 14: What have I become?, as a way of giving me support and a form of guide in the improvement of this story. Stay tune for the next update. That's all.

For now, adios!