~~~~Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name....~~~~

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Forgive me for being so 'out of it' as of late...allergies are back yet again (and again I ask meself why on earth I chose to live in the US over UK...I never had this back home! :mutters:). I will do me best to update reasonably on this fic, but I can't neglect the other two I'm doing as well (It's Called A Heart Sev/OC, and You're Always On My Mind (Sev/Remus/Siri, H/D). Though I might be pulling off On My Mind for something else...a different Remus/Siri/Sev fic I've been tossing round. Anyway hope you enjoying this fic so far!

So you know, I won't just spring any pure surprises on you here. This chapter takes place a bit after one month after Harry was brought back (so roughly a month and half since Harry/Draco first 'disappeared'. I'll be explaining things as to what's going on in the chapter and next chapter as well :)

Oh for the person who emailed me (sorry of top of me head can't remember now who it was) I know I use the US quote system in me typing rather then the normal quote system (rather I'm using " " marks rather then traditional European ' ' marks). After almost 7 years of playing Gemstone it got ingrained in me to use them is why, and it's a hard habit to break I'm 'fraid :sigh:

~~~~Chapter Ten: Finding One's Soul~~~~

"Dray? Oi Drake wake up, we gotta go!" a voice spoke with a slight tinge of panic.

Draco opened his eyes and got up quickly, wondering what was wrong then turned to look at the person who was speaking. It was another boy round 19 years of age, similar in appearance to Draco but with subtle differences. Instead of grey eyes this boy had vivid blue eyes the colour of the sea, and his hair was more blonde than silvery. He was round 6'2 in height, and tan unlike Draco. At the moment his good looking features were brought together with a large frown causing Draco to wonder what was going on.

Rubbing his eyes of sleep he muttered still sleepily, "Hmm? Viri? What's wrong? Go? Where?"

Viridian Malfoy rolled his eyes and smacked his cousin upside the head to wake up him up more. "Stop acting like a git and wake up Dray. I mean it, we have to go. Now," he said moving towards a corner of the small shack they were in to collect their things and threw Draco's rucksack at him.

"Hey, don't smack me you oaf!" Draco muttered and rubbed the back of his head whilst his rucksack landed on him causing him to mutter a few choice words and glare at his cousin. "All right I get the point. Why though? We still had at least two more days to stay in this spot before we had to move on," he asked curiously now as he got out of bed and quickly dressed.

"I did a perimeter sweep, there's aurors out there to the north, and a pack of tired but I'm sure still hungry werewolves to the south. Full moon last night I forgot," Viridian said with a low groan. "Anyway I don't want to risk it so we're moving."

Draco nodded in understanding. Last thing they needed was to get caught by either party, especially the aurors. That would be more explaining than he cared to do right now. It had been a month and half since they'd left Hogwarts behind and made their journey through the Scottish Highland Territories, and in Draco's mind it had felt like forever instead. It was getting colder, the nights seemed longer, and inside he was aching with a pain he couldn't stop feeling. Shaking off the now familiar burst of sadness he stuffed his nightshirt into his rucksack he zipped it up quickly, threw his overcoat on and within the next few minutes the two boys headed outside, debating what to do next.

"Well which way?" Draco said glancing to both east and west, the only two directions left now to go.

Viridian stopped and seemed to be listening to something on the wind then pointed off to the west. "That way, we'll make for Loch nan Eun and from there to Cnoc Eillie Mór. I've got a friend there that will help us," he said firmly.

"That'll take half the day though Viri, do we have food at least? I'm starving," Draco said grumpily as his stomach rumbled with hunger pangs.

Viridian's face fell a moment as he realised how vulnerable his cousin really was out here. Unlike himself who could feed when he needed to, Draco was all human and therefore under the whims of that breed. "Oh geeze...sorry Dray I forgot you'd need to eat again," he said with sigh.

"Yeah well, it's all right just as long as at some point I do eat cousin. Unlike you the thought of err...the stray creature as food doesn't exactly excite my tastebuds you know?" Draco said with a slight chuckle.

Viridian chuckled back though he still felt a touch guilty. Draco was used to a pampered life full of everything, not being on the run like himself. Not that he wasn't spoiled he was a Malfoy after all, but since the day he'd turned 18 almost a year ago now he'd decided to strike out on his own way for a while being what he was. He had access to his vault at Gringott's anytime he wanted, but he chose instead to live off the land and what nature provided for him...that being blood and animal meat. Both his veela and vampiric sides relished the drawing of blood, though to be honest it sickened the man. He hated what he was, and unknown to his parents his real quest wasn't so much to be 'on his own' as to hopefully one day find a way to avoid being what he was.

Right now however what he was had come in handy since he and Draco had decided to be on the move. When Draco and his Aunt Narcissa had approached him long ago to help Viridian was more than happy to give it. He never liked the assumed 'dark lord', and like Draco never wanted to become the puppets that his own father and his uncle Lucius were. He agreed to help Draco because he knew it was the right thing to do, and he didn't want his cousin to fall pray to what he barely had escaped from. Draco was a good guy, even if few knew it, and didn't deserve the treatments he would sometimes be subjected to be being a Malfoy.

Viridian now rummaged inside his own rucksack and pulled out a long bar of chocolate, handing it to Draco sheepishly. "Sorry, s'all I have at the moment. There's a town 'bout three kilometres from here though, we can probably find something there."

Draco took the bar of chocolate wordlessly, threw his rucksack across his back and they started walking west towards the town. Draco munched on the chocolate for a few moments before putting it away in his pocket of the muggle trousers he was wearing. It had been decided that since they would most likely have to encounter muggles along the way that robes wouldn't do for this journey.

Draco was now feeling more awake thanks to the chocolate bar, the 'reviving properties' in chocolate though nothing for muggles was evident in wizards. His mind now a bit clearer wandered for a few moments, and with a deep sad sigh he said, "Viridian?"

"Yeah Dray?" Viridian asked back not taking is off the path.

"Do you think we'll ever be able to go home? I don't mean back to the manor but...you know..." Draco asked softly.

Viridian sighed and stopped, turning to look his cousin square in the eyes. "You really miss Hogwarts don't you cousin," he said softly.

Draco nodded and glanced up towards the now fully rising sun. "Yeah, I do. I wonder..." Draco began thoughtfully but Viridian cut him off in mid-sentence.

"Don't Draco, don't do this to yourself. We did the best we could for him...it just wasn't good enough I guess. He's gone Dray, there's nothing more you can do for him now. At least he's not in pain or torment anymore," Viridian said quietly and put a comforting hand on his cousins shoulder.

Draco lowered his head and a choked sob came from him. "Why though? Why did he leave? He wasn't supposed to Viri...he was supposed to stay and fight...he was supposed to win. It's not fair!" Draco said heavily, his fingers balled up tight into fists in both sadness and anger.

Viridian shook his head and sighed deeply. "Draco life isn't fair, you and I both know that. We're born, raised then we die, simple as that. For those of us still living we move on...we have to in order to survive. That's the way of it cousin. We did all we could..."

"Did we? Did we really? I shouldn't have brought him back there...I should have kept him near me always...this way...this way when he did die...I'd have been there damnit!" Draco cried out, tears flowing down his cheeks now.

"We had to send him back Dray, we couldn't have taken him with us it was too dangerous and he was too ill. We would have been risking too much to do more," Viridian said firmly.

"No, that's not good enough! What good is it now hmm? What good is it to be out here running from everything when I don't care anymore? Why couldn't have been me who died?" Draco sobbed.

"Now you listen to me Draco Malfoy and listen well. He's gone, he's not coming back. There is nothing...nothing...we can do now for him now. Wherever he is I'm sure it's a far better place than what he left behind. However we are the ones left in the behind and we will move on from this. We have to survive Dray, for your mum's sake, and for our own sake. I'm sure he would have wanted us to also," Viridian said looking Draco deep in the eyes.

Draco looked back at his cousin and closed his eyes a moment trying to fight down the nausea and pain that had invaded him ever since two weeks ago when they had first heard the news. It had taken him days just to be able to crawl out of bed and even then he hadn't wanted to. He remembered all too well the morning his cousin had come ashen faced into the small room of the house they were hiding in and showed him the article.

****Flashback two weeks prior****

"Draco I think you should wake up, there's something you have to see..." Viridian said in a hushed voice whilst giving Draco a look of sympathy.

Draco wasn't sure why his cousin seemed so subdued but sat up and took the offered newspaper from his cousin's hand. He didn't know why but a sudden sinking in the pit of his stomach warned him that there was something in there he didn't want to see. When he looked down at the headlines a strangled cry came from him, and he knew then he definitely didn't want to read it, but had to.

~~~~The Daily Prophet, November 2002~~~~

THE DAY THE WORLD MOURNS

It is with great sadness that this reporter brings the story of the century to you the readers. It has just been discovered that our hero in training, the Boy Who Lived, has tragically had his life cut short in a series of strange bizarre circumstances. Seventeen year old Harry James Potter was found by Hogwarts Groundskeeper Rubeus Hagrid just two weeks ago after having disappeared for nearly a fortnight. After a long struggle of two more weeks in which he was very ill the lad succumbed to the strange illness that plagued him.

According to sources inside the school it was rumoured that young Mr. Potter had been the victim of a terrible plot which ended his life. Albus Dumbledore however said it was "stuff and nonsense" and said there was "absolutely no plot at all. He merely got hold of something he shouldn't have which is what caused his illness and tragically we were too late to save him."

Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends sobbed, "I still can't believe he's gone, but he's with his mum and dad now and I know they'll take good care of him. I miss him so much already though!"

Ron Weasley, son of Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Department, and the second of Harry Potter's best friends said, "No comment...if I did I'd start crying again and I don't want to..." (though sadly he ran off and was found half hour later crying in the prefects bathroom and had to spend the night apparently in hospital wing under a dreamless sleeping potion due to 'undo stress of losing his best friend')

What will the world do now without it's saviour though? Who will help defeat You-Know-Who now that our dear Harry Potter is gone? According to Professor Remus J. Lupin, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts and werewolf (which we are obliged to say even though he is listed in the department as 'perfectly harmless due to the wolfsbane potion and classed as a 'tamed' werewolf') had this to say, "The world will move on after we all stop mourning, and when we do we'll realize how foolish it was to put the fate of the world in one boy's hands. It's time for we adults to take up the reigns, and take back what's ours."

There is an air of sadness over the school more than anywhere's else in the wizarding world. Black banners hang from the turrets and within the school, and even Peeves the resident poltergeist is subdued. We all mourn but none so much as those who knew and loved him at Hogwarts. His muggle family, the Dursley's of 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, were unavailable for comment.

What this reporter wonders now was where young Harry was for the fortnight he was missing, for that is still a clouded mystery. Since the lad had not woken up to speak on his ordeals no one knows for sure, however sources inside the castle say that Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy may have had something to do with it. Draco has been missing since the time Harry disappeared a month and half ago, and has not been seen since. It's assumed that he is either been kidnapped or possibly dead, though some think otherwise. If anyone does see him immediately contact Lucius Malfoy at the Ministry or at Malfoy Manor. A reward is offered for the return of his son of 10.000 Galleons paid on spot.

The funeral of Harry Potter will be held privately at Hogwarts in two days time. No press is admitted so therefore I will not be able to bring you the events, however I will interview those I can afterwards to see the reactions of how things progressed. It is rumoured that even Potions Master Severus Snape will say a few words, though the hatreds between the boy and man were clear cut, so I will keep that in the rumour queue.

This is indeed a dark, black day for the wizarding world as we say good-bye to our prince and saviour...young Harry James Potter. We shall all mourn him greatly, and we will have to hope that within the ashes of this defeat will rise a new hope for the future. Rest well young Harry, you're finally free to be yourself.

Shana Branford, reporter for the Daily Prophet~~

****Ends Flashback****

Draco sighed deeply as he brought his mind back to the present, knowing it would do no good for him to keep relieving that day. The pain inside his body, mind and heart had nearly destroyed him when he'd read that article, and he knew his cousin was right in respects. It did him no good at the moment to wish for what couldn't be, he couldn't bring Harry back even if he tried. For the first time in Draco's life since that day two weeks prior he'd felt human. Not a Malfoy...just human...and he let himself cry until he couldn't shed a single tear more.

A low growling sound drew his attentions back to the here and now however and with a start his noticed his cousin tense visibly and look round. Using his extra heightened senses of the vampire, Viridian's eyes narrowed as he glanced off to a spot just east of where they were standing. "Don't move," Viridian hissed.

Draco didn't dare move, even he could tell something wasn't good about all this. A few minutes later he knew things were bad when a large black wolf littered with scars and smelling of blood suddenly came out of the underbrush. The wolf gazed at the two boys sharply though surprisingly kept it's distance yet.

"Umm...Viri...what do we do now? Can't you talk to it?" Draco whispered to his cousin, his face pale at the sight of the large wolf before him.

"I'm a vampire you dolt, not a werewolf... Just keep still though, if we run it'll surely attack us," Viridian whispered back tensely.

How long they all stayed there Draco wasn't sure, but it was long enough for his stomach to start rumbling again. "Damn!" he muttered, and shot a 'I'm sorry' look to his cousin. Apparently the sound of his stomach's rumbling had been heard by the wolf as well, and it was now slowly padding over their way.

Draco closed his eyes almost in prayer when he saw this. He wasn't a religious person, his parents rarely if ever discussed the pure wizarding religion of paganism with him. He knew some of the muggle borns were of all different types from Christian to Jewish to even a few Buddhists, and right at that moment Draco wished he had something, anything even to pray to that would save their lives. A gasp of surprise from his cousin however forced him to reopen his eyes, and he too gasped out loud in shock.

Where seconds before had been the wolf now stood a man in tattered winter robes, and he was giving both the boys strange looks. Walking over to the boys he sniffed at them, as if he was assessing who and what they were, then faced Viridian and did something very odd in Draco's eyes. The man held his hand out palm facing upwards and gave Viridian a shrewd look, one which his cousin seemed to understand. Then to Draco's surprise Viridian put his palm face down on top of the man's, and a nod of understanding passed between them.

"Come, we've much to talk," the man said now pulling his hand away and motioning for the two boys to follow.

The two boys followed the man down a winding trail wide enough for them to walk side by side. Draco kept his eyes wearily on the werewolf man, and whispered to his cousin, "What was that all 'bout Viri?"

"It's a sign of greeting amongst werewolves. I'd forgotten 'bout it till just then, it's been years since...err...well we won't go into it now cousin. Basically it means he won't hurt us, though what he has up his sleeve I don't know," he whispered back to Draco.

"You sure he's friendly?" Draco whispered.

Viridian shrugged. "Nope, not sure, but he hasn't eaten us or anything so I don't think he's bad. I smell the blood on him from last night so he's a wild if anything. Werewolves aren't exactly the most friendly of beasts though Dray," he whispered.

Draco thought back to his DADA professor Remus Lupin who he knew was also a werewolf. From what he'd seen of the man however he'd never been more than nice really, though he wagered that deep within still lie the beast and he certainly didn't want to ever really anger the man just in case. Still though, if Professor Snape had seen fit to be 'civil' to the man he couldn't have been all that bad.

Talk was cut short as they arrived at a small clearing about half a kilometre from where they had been recently staying. Walking up to a tree that was almost two sizes bigger than the man he said a few words in a language neither of the boys had ever heard and seconds later a door opened within the tree. "Inside," the man said in his deep voice, the man's jet black eyes focusing on the two boys.

The boys headed inside the tree only to find yet another surprise waiting for them. It wasn't a tree by any means but a home, a very nice almost elaborate one at that. As the boys looked round they could clearly tell there was much more going on here then they first thought. Lying round lazily on the various settees and sofas near the fireplace it was clear these were no ordinary werewolves.

The man came inside the room in a huff and barked a long string of foreign words at someone the boys couldn't see. Moments later the rest of the pack took off, and a small woman with black eyes, black hair streaked with grey and three small balls of grey fur in her arms walked out of a side room. There was clearly a questioning look on her face when she saw the boys. "Machashaifehs Meyer? Bist sei dos men?" she asked hesitantly.

The man nodded and gave the boys another strange look. "Jo. Remus fregn mich in kukn far sei, un ich trepn sei arum helft an meil awek nit weiniker!"

The woman shook her head and smiled at the boys now, petting the grey fluff balls in her hands. "Azoy gich? A broche weiter! Mir redn english izt jo Meyer?" the woman asked.

The man nodded again and said to the woman, "Jo, English." Turning to the boys now he said, "Sit, I will not hurt you."

Draco and Viridian sat down on a beautifully carved chair with gold painted framework, putting their rucksacks down by their feet. Draco turned back to the man and said wearily, "All right, what's the deal? What's going on here? Who are you people and what do you want from us?"

"Dray! Honestly, give them a break will you? Forgive my cousin sir, he doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut I'm afraid, a bit spoiled," Viridian said giving Draco a sharp glare.

The man and woman didn't get angry, in fact they chuckled at what had been said. "No need to fear us young Draco Malfoy, we have no intent on hurting you," the man said. "I am Meyer Malokov, this is my lifemate Dorisha and our two sons and daughter are in her hands."

Now Draco saw that the grey fluffballs the woman had been holding were indeed werewolf pups, and he had to admit that when one of them peeked round it's mum's arms they were adorable. He let himself relax then, for if these people had meant to hurt them, they would have by now. "All right, fine. How did you know who we were? Are you going to turn us into the Ministry...or...my father?" he asked now a bit quietly.

The man chuckled deeply and shook his head, whilst his lifemate put the cubs down on a small settee and came over to sit down herself. "No, I am not going to turn you in to them Draco Malfoy, do not worry. I was told to look for you by someone else, a friend."

"Who?" Viridian said curiously, putting his hand down as one of the cubs came over and began to sniff him.

"Vampire yes?" Meyer said looking closely at Viridian now, causing him to look up sharply.

"Yes, doesn't it matter?" he said sharply.

"Have you fed recent?" Meyer said giving him a deep gaze.

"I have, so you're in no danger from me I can assure you," Viridian said in a hard voice.

"You're scaring the boychiks Meyer, stop that," his lifemate admonished and swatted him on the arm. Turning to Draco she said kindly, "You eat?"

"Err...no...not recently other than some chocolate if you want the truth," Draco said a bit sheepishly as his stomach rumbled again.

Dorisha chuckled then got up from her chair and went towards another room, coming back moments later with a dish of food and a goblet of what looked like pumpkin juice. She sat both things down infront of Draco and said, "Eat, it is good. Is borsht with meat and potato in it. Will warm you."

Draco eyed the food hesitantly for a moment but then hunger overtook him and he dove in greedily. "Mmm...not bad at all! You should try this Viri!" Draco said holding out his spoon.

Viridian looked at the red soup on the spoon and his stomach turned a bit at the sight, it reminded him too much of blood. "Err...no thanks Dray, I've eaten yesterday. I'll be fine," he said shakily. Turning back to Meyer now he said, "All right, so if you're not going to turn us in...who sent you to find us?"

Meyer gave the boy an odd look, then glanced at something behind Viridian and nodded slightly. Getting up from the table slowly he said, "Perhaps I am not the one to tell you. Come Dori, we go to other room now. Pups come!" The three balls of fluff followed their father and mother out to another room, and a door closed firmly behind them.

Draco looked at Viridian and vice versa wondering what on earth was going on until Viridian felt another presence in the room just behind them. Turning round quickly he wondered why this person felt so familiar to his senses. The person was leaning nonchalantly against a door frame, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his brown eyes. He felt rather then saw Draco swing round to see who it was, and an audible gasp of surprise hit him, then he remembered why this person was so familiar.

The man nodded in the two boys direction though he didn't move, just stayed leaning against the door frame looking at them curiously. Finally he said, "We were worried you know...and we've got a lot to discuss."

Draco looked at the man in total shock not understanding why he was there, or more or less why he had been looking for the two of them. Draco had said they hadn't wanted to be found, yet despite everything this man had deliberately found them, but without a clue why. Finally he found his voice and though he intended to sound sharp and very Malfoyish, he was only able to manage to barely say, "Pr-professor Lupin? What are you doing here?"

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Translations for above Yiddish are as follows:

"Machashaifehs Meyer? Bist sei dos men?"  -- "Witches Meyer? Are they the ones?" (there is no word for 'wizard' in yiddish)

"Jo. Remus fregn mich in kukn far sei, un ich trepn sei arum helft an meil awek nit weiniker." -- "Yes. Remus ask(ed) me to look for them, and I find (found) them about half a mile away no less."

"Azoy gich? A broche weiter! Mir redn english izt jo Meyer?" -- "So soon? A blessing then! We speak English now yes Meyer?"

A boychik is a somewhat enderment term meaning 'young boy'.

July 26, 2002  9:01 PM  ©Piriotessa/Piri Lupin-Snape/Piri Malfoy