Ah, Hogwarts at last. The wolfing padded into the forbidden forest hoping it would find good prey there, maybe it would kill a unicorn. Such peaceful loving creatures. It would put up a good fight and all the humans would come and be horrified at what kind of horrible creature would kill a unicorn. A wolfling would. It grinned at the thought and lifted it's nose to sniff the air, sifting through all the smells, looking for the unicorn one, he didn't care about any rumored curse, even so it wouldn't affect it, it was a wolfling, not born of the pack, but never the less, a wolfling.
Finding the scent it turned and trotted after it. He could smell it, it was grazing in a meadow, as the wolfling approached the unicorn lifted its head. The unicorn could not sense it but it could sense the evil running off the wolfling. It reared and whinnyed challenging the wolfling to fight. It accepted and bound toward the unicorn. It reared again and lunged, striking with its hooves. The wolfling easily dodged and rammed the unicorn down with its paw. The moon was full and as the unicorn struggled up it grinned. Anyone finding the unicorn would believe a werewolf did it. The wolfling advanced on the unicorn snarling when suddenly a shout behind it made it pause. The unicorn tripped and fell, it was at the wolfling's mercy.
Then the wolfling, hearing a snap behind turned its head and saw a large man with a cross bow standing behind him. The wolfling lunged and man dodged, loosing a arrow at it. It hit the wolflings side, it hurt and the pain made it angrier. The man loosed another arrow this one slicing its tail. Snarling it lunged again and the man punched the wolfling it its side, then loosing another arrow, this one also hit its side and blood leaked onto its golden brown coat. Snarling it slashed across the man's chest, and grinned as the smell of blood filled the air. The man loosed another arrow and another, both hitting the wolflings chest. The wolfling banged the man to the ground and lashed his face, slamming his other paw into the man's chest. He gasped, the air in his chest gone, suddenly, unexpectdedly the man pulled a silver knife and of his pocket and slashed the wolfling's leg. It let out a howl of anger and ran off, for like werewolves only silver through the heart would kill it and it would not take any chances.
***
Draco woke up in his bed. He felt sick, just awful. Perhap he'd gotten the flu. That'd be bad, he couldn't afford to miss any classes. As he sat up pain ran though his body. He looked down and saw his shirt was bloody, huge rips torn through it. Confused he tossed it off. Looking down he saw bloody scrapes across his chest. He gaped at the raw wounds. Where had those come from? Trying to remember what had happend last night a misty red memory drifted up. A image of a unicorn, fighting back at him came. Why? He hadn't been in the Forest last night, had he? Trying to remember more all he got was a new image.
An image of Hagrid, the stupid oaf who patrolled the grounds was what he got. The man was bloody and he was fighting something as well, his crossbow was in his hand. Draco ran for the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. What was happening? Where did these images come from. Certainly he wasn't wandering around at night and Hagrid was still alive and well.
The images were vivid; just too vivid to be dreams and there was the bloody scrapes across his chest. He went back to the his bed and pulled on a new shirt. Glancing around he saw yellow eyes glared at him in the darkness. Draco jumped and then realized it was Pansy' black cat, Shadow. That explained the scrapes, yet they seemed a bit large for cat's claws and why would Shadow attack him anyway? Why hadn't Draco woken up? He shrugged, dismissing his doubts. Perhaps the visions were just nightmares, rising from the depths of his mind. He smiled, his brain certainly came up with wild things. Slowly his thoughts drifted back into sleep.
***
The next morning at breakfast Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table. Everyone was chattering in low voices, rumors were going around that the werewolf was here and it had attacked Hagrid.
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco listened, even more pale then usual, to Pansy telling him what had happened over the night.
He could be phsycic, but he'd never done well in divination, it was stupid, he'd always thought, but now he having dreams with Hagrid attacked, and then Hagrid actually being attacked.
It means nothing, he told himself, lots of people have dreams where people get attacked, it was just a coincidence. At least now they wouldn't have Care of Magical Creatures for a few days until they found a subsitute.
Draco had potion next, he liked Potions, it was his best subject, and Snape always gave extra points to Slytherin.
When he got to the room, down in the dungeons, he sat down and did the warm-up on the board. He sneered as a few Hufflepuffs wandered in. One bad thing about Potion was often he had it doubles with another house.
"Today we are making forgetting potions, they will randomly cloud up a chunk of your memory, in order to remember this peice of information, some one will have to tell it to you, and you will remember, if no one tell you, you will remember in less than two hours. Now watch carefully as I show you how to make it," Snape said and began assembling the ingrediants and putting them into his cauldron, while telling the class exact instructions.
Draco followed his directions exactly and was soon finished. As others eventually Professor Snape told them to test their potions. Pouring his potion into a goblet Draco drank it down in one gulp.
He looked around the room, obviouly the potion hadn't worked since he hadn't forgotten anything. He looked up at Snape and suddenly he realized he had no idea what house he was in! Looking at the people around he saw a few people he could identify as Hufflepuffs. Horrifed, he wondered if he perhaps was in Hufflepuff. No, he had to be in Slytherin. Every Malfoy was in Slytherin, yet he couldn't recall his father being mad about his house.
He noticed one Hufflepuff, Terry Boot, had forgotten his name. Draco snickered.
Others had forgotten other things, like what classes they had, or who was their friend and who wasn't. Still, Draco thought, they got it easy. He had forgotten his house.
Turning to Goyle he was about to ask but found that his friend had forgotten how to speak. Draco shook his head. He hadn't thought Goyle could get any stupider. Looking for Crabbe, he found the poor boy had forgotten what class he was in.
"Crabbe, this is Potion," he told him and watched relief spread across his face, "Now would you please tell me what house we're in?"
Crabbe, now fully aware of what was going on laughed and said, "Slytherin Malfoy!"
A few minutes later Snape dismissed them, after telling them to right a two foot essay on their experience with the potion. Draco didn't have to worry, Snape would accept a foot long one from him.