Be Cursed
Chapter One
"This had better work," muttered Draco Malfoy as he poured the last ingredient into the cauldron. "Or my pride will shatter along with my heart."
He glanced at the dial that was counting the brewing time for him. Five minutes. Draco stared, impatient, at the fireplace sitting opposite him, scowling, as if that would make the time go on faster.
Draco Malfoy, sole heir of the famed Malfoy family, prince of the present Slytherin house, was sitting on the floor in his private bedroom, books and papers scattered on his bed, wearing an extremely cross expression. It was the last day of Christmas break, and his housemates would probably start to return around... after lunch, he supposed. He had better finish brewing the potion by then.
Draco glared at the dial, which showed him that there were only ten seconds left. Nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one...
"End!!!!" yelped Draco triumphantly. The difficult potion which had used up a whole first term (plus the entire Christmas break) to get ready was finally done. Draco gulped at the cauldron. He had to drink ALL the contents, or there won't be enough magic in his body for the spell to work. He took a wooden spoon and carefully tipped some potion into a goblet that he had ordered a house elf to bring up to him. Lifting it to his mouth, his stuck his tongue out and and in to taste it. Eww... disgusting. But he had to drink it anyway. He scowled. Spoonful by spoonful, Draco drank the entire cauldronful, his face wrinkling up in utter distaste more and more every time an additional amount of the potion slid into his throat.
When he had consumed it all, he stood up. The book says that he has to - it was for the potion to spread to his whole body. The young 6th year waited for a bit. Should be enough time already, he mused, then went to stood before the mirror. Taking a deep breath, he focused on the image of the animal in his mind, and muttered, "Activo animus."
All at once, his body began to shift. His height decreased dramatically, and all his four limbs shortened. Fingers and toes bunched together, and sharp claws poked out from them. His clothes were falling off, layers of fur sprouting on his bare skin. Colour in his eyesight began to fade, while hearing sharpened considerably. And then, as suddenly as it started, the change ended.
Draco stared into a mirror, admiring himself. Well, he must say, he doesn't look bad... save for the fact that his animal self is definitely not completely grown yet. In the mirror, staring back at him, was a beautiful Siberian Husky pup. Silvery, soft fur were tainted with pure white, grey eyes sharp and unblinking. Beautiful tail... Draco gave a gleeful wag of his plumpy tail. Satisfied, he was definitely satisfied.
It isn't really that difficult to become an animagus, is it? he thought amusedly to himself as he continued to admire the pup in the mirror. Or, he smirked, is it simply because I'm an excellent potion brewer?
With one last look at his animagus form, Draco changed back into himself. In the book it says,
"The first transformation must take place within the half hour of which the potion is finished and drank. The sooner one does it the better, since the potion would be still fresh in the body. The first transformation from human to animal will take a longer time in comparison, from animal back to human a little less time, and the transformations from after that should take up no more than half a second." Draco was definitely happy. He had now achieved the first part of the plan, and now... the second and the main plot.
The reason why Draco did this was for... his once arch enemy, but now the boy who claimed his heart. It had started during the end of their fourth year. The tired looking Harry Potter, so sweet and innocent, probed something in Draco's heart and soul of which he never thought existed. How he desired to be so carefree and... so... so innocent. So loved. And so, he had watched him, during breakfast, lunch and dinner, during classes, during walks along corridors. Forever silent, forever discreet. Then one day, whilst he was spying them from a few desks behind in the Transfiguration classroom waiting for Professor McGonagall to come, he heard it. A merry, musical, melancholy laugh. And it was with that was when Draco had fallen into wistful, genuine, sea-deep love.
It was not the love from earth, but from another planet. His love for Harry was so deep, so desperate, so unscathed... yet so sad. Months passed with this dreaded fact hanging over him - that Harry would never accept ihis love. Even if he admittedly told him about it, he would never believe him. He would treat it as some joke, a way to humiliate him, the Golden boy who lived. He would push him away, scowl and yell at him, spitting at him, telling him that he was the one person he hated most in the world.
Sometimes Draco hated him. Before that uncannily, traumatizingly heavenly laugh, he this monstrous feeling was still alien to him. But now... Every single night in his dreams, he would see Harry in different occasions and situations. But they were all the same - Harry would come close, a little, a little, torturing him with unimaginable harshness. Then just before they could touch each other, the green eyed boy would vanish, and the Slytherin would wake up, sweating hard, in his bed at night.
Then the idea had came to him. If he can't accept him as a human, Draco would go to him as something else. Day by day the pain of not being with Harry, not being able to let him know he loved him increased, scarring his mind, heart and soul. And even if it means that all he would ever become to the hero was a pet to pat at sad times, play with during bored nights, cuddle during happy days, kiss during affectionate outbursts, he would do anything to get it. Anything to feel love radiating towards him in its sunny radiance, even if it meant he would have to be a canine to receive it.
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~ Wolfress
