Blood of a Malfoy

Chapter Two

The Idea

A.N. I think this was a relatively quick update. I hope you think so as well. Thank you to my reviewers.

Harry Potter was laying awake in his dorm room while the discussion in the headmaster's office was taking place, clearly confused. Changes in his physical body that had been slowly transfiguring since his birthday, had been readily apparent to him.

His hair had grown longer and had streaks of red and gold, starting at the roots. His teeth had also been acting strangely, gaining strength and growing rather pointy. He could tell his body was not yet done with this strange change either.

He had covered his changes...and other new features to his body with a glamour. He planned to research the changes in the morning.

"Schedules," cried Hermione happily at breakfast. Harry grinned at her. How she could always have such an enthusiasm for school and learning he didn't know. Just then a thick manilla folder with the Ministry's seal was dropped down on his plate from Hedwig. It was his OWL Results.

Mr. Potter,

Below are your results from your Ordinary Wizarding Levels. We apologize for the delay, but you were unable to be reached by our delivery owls. Congratulations and please inform the Ministry of any changes you have made in your owl post.

Harry grimaced. The Dursley's had barred his windows again, keeping him isolated from news of the wizarding world. Looking down he read:

You have received twelve OWLS, and qualified for the following classes. Noted beside each class is the number of OWLS you received for each subject.

NEWT Defense Against the Dark Arts-3 OWLS

NEWT Transfiguration-2 OWLS

NEWT Charms-2 OWLS

NEWT Herbology-2 OWLS

NEWT Potions-3 OWLS

Sincerely,

OWL Review Team

Harry stared in shock. 3 OWLS in potions? Him? That was nearly unheard of. He

sighed. Just another thing for Snape to use against him. He would probably say he cheated.

He looked at his schedule. At least he had gotten the scores he head needed to get into the classes he needed to become an Auror. All of his classes were at the NEWT level and he had them every day except for the weekends. Potions was last thankfully.

Hermione looked over and squealed. "You have the same classes I do Harry!" Ron looked sullen.

"I didn't qualify for potions," he moaned. Then, abruptly he brightened. "But I don't have to deal with that greasy bastard anymore."

"Ron!" admonished Hermione, but it fell on deaf ears.

The three had all gotten into transfiguration so they headed in that direction. On their way they passed Draco and his goons but no insults were thrown and Harry noticed that there just seemed to be something about that boy. A tingle in his senses it seemed.

Transfiguration passed quickly and without a hitch and Herbology and Charms were just a review and DADA was cancelled for the day as the new teacher still hadn't arrived. After a quick lunch, Ron headed off for Divinations which he had surprisingly qualified for, and Hermione and Harry headed off to Potions- the only Gryffindors.

NEWT Potions was a very selective class but even so it was separated into two classes as the students required more space. Gryffindor was still will the Slytherins, which were Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Millicent Bulstrode, and most astonishingly Gregory Goyle. Six students, Harry shuddered at all the "special" attention he was sure to receive from Snape in here.

The students all arranged themselves silently in what was now quite a spacious classroom. The Slytherins all clumped together on one side and Hermione and harry sat on the other. Then Snape stalked in, in all his dark glory. He saw Harry and stopped dead in his tracks.

"What are you doing in here Potter?" he snapped.

Harry winced. Snape sounded so much like his uncle when he used that tone. Harry answered him as he would his uncle, in a pacifying tone, his head bowed, hands clasped in front of him.

"I qualified sir," he said quietly.

Hermione shot him a surprised look at his submissive tone while Snape gave him a calculating glare. Draco shifted slightly as he felt the fear that radiated off the boy. Snape shook off the sinking feeling that had settled itself in his gut.

"You qualified," he drawled condescendingly. "How so? How many OWLs did you receive?"

Harry did not move, did not shift. "Three sir," He whispered. Snape drew in a breath. That score was nearly unheard of. To his knowledge only he himself had ever gotten that many OWLs in this particular class.

"I'm sure the team was just overwhelmed by your fame," Severus sneered, convincing himself that this was the reason. "You can remain Potter, I can't throw you out, but know that I do not believe that you belong in here."

Harry did not fidget, just nodded his head in passive acceptance. This worried Snape more than any other act the boy could have done. What in the name of all that's good was wrong with the boy?

The class proceeded from that point on as any other class, albeit with harder and more dangerous material. Luckily there were no explosions, and the entire class managed to turn in a complete potion by the end of the day. "Potter stay after," Severus barked as the bell rang. Harry nodded and remained.

When all the students had left Severus said, in his usual vindictive tone, "The headmaster has requested that you pay him a visit directly after dinner tonight, he asked me to pass on that information."

Harry nodded and left.

Harry avoided answering Hermione's questions regarding his strange behavior in Potions by saying that he was just overly tired and had not seemed worth it to argue with the Potions Master. Hermione had accepted this and commented on him gaining some maturity over the summer.

After dinner Harry made his way to the Headmaster's office, curious as to why the Professor was calling him down. Surely it wasn't about...that. He pushed the thought out of his mind. The only one who had noticed anything odd was Snape and he knew that he didn't care.

He was surprised to find Draco sitting sullenly in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk but didn't mention it as Albus motioned for him to take a seat as well. He didn't blink an eye as Albus explained the situation to him, though inside he was a turmoil of emotions. He was putting together his change in appearance and the reason he had seemed so acute to magic recently. He felt a mix of relief and anger at the Headmaster for not telling him about this earlier.

Dumbledore seemed to realize what was on his mind for he said. "I didn't know Harry. I was as clueless as you yourself. Professor Snape informed me just last night."

Harry decided to investigate this topic later.

"So you want me to bind myself to Draco, who's a Veela, until he finds his mate in order to keep him alive?"

Dumbledore nodded gravely. Harry whistled.

"And what do I get in return?"

Albus blinked in surprise. That was the last thing he had ever expected Harry Potter to say. He poked around a bit, questioning Harry's motives, "The satisfaction of knowing you helped someone else?" he tried.

"I already have that," Harry answered drily.

Much to Dumbledore's surprise, Draco began to speak.

"Look Potter," he said, his voice surprisingly without malice. "I know you hate me, I'll even admit that you have good reason to, but this is my life. I don't want to die Potter, surely you can understand that. Please, I'm asking you with as much politeness as I can, will you help me?"

Harry looked deep into Draco's eyes, measuring his words, deciding their validity. Draco didn't break the connection, staring straight back at Harry, proving to the dark-haired teen that he was sincere. Finally, Harry nodded.

"Inform me when your require my assistance."

With that Harry left.

Harry returned to his dorm room in a very confused and agitated manner. He had agreed to help Draco and consequently save his life, but that didn't mean he was happy about the whole thing. He was furious that Snape hadn't seen fit to explain this to him before. Before he thought he was going crazy as his body began to change. A Vampyr! For Merlin's sake! That was the last thing he had expected. It was just another thing that made him a freak. He was glad the Dursley's weren't there.

Harry locked the bathroom in the dorms and took off the glamour. What stared back at him was a gaunt figure with pale skin and tired eyes. His eyes had remained the same color, but his face had grown thinner and sharper. His teeth were dangerously tipped now and his hair had sprouted even more color since the last time he had put the glamour on.

There were other things about Harry that were new that had nothing to do with his transformation. Harry knew that he would eventually have to take off the glamour and reveal what he was but he hoped that those had disappeared by then. He suspected his transformation to a magical creature wasn't quite done yet.

He placed the glamour back on and hurriedly took a few potions before his dorm mates returned from wherever they had decided to rendezvous that night. They were all potions he had brewed himself the night he had returned to school. Pain killers, healing mixtures, a potion to make the glamour last longer, and Dreamless Sleep, which he was careful about as it was addicting.

He hoped that no one ever walked in on him while he was taking one of these potions. It would raise too many questions that he was quite unwilling to answer. Sighing, he cast a silencing spell on his bed in the case that the Dreamless Sleep didn't have enough effect to cover his nightmares and went to sleep.

The next day was much the same as the day before, with the slight exception that Draco was glancing over at him every other second during breakfast. Annoyed, he shot the Veela boy a withering glare which promptly caused him to redirect his attention.

The Defense teacher had still not arrived so the class was again cancelled. Harry's other classes went as they had before. In Transfiguration they learned a spell to change their voice, in Charms they strengthened their summoning and repelling charms and in Herbology they dealt with Mandrakes once again, which unfortunately reminded Harry of his second year.

Lunch was a forced affair, as the Herbology class had put Harry in a sullen mood and Ron was moaning over the amount of homework they had gotten so far while Hermione was lecturing him on the importance of needing to prepare for the NEWTs, which he petulantly pointed out were a year away.

So it was in a bad mood that Ron left for Divination while Hermione and Harry went in the opposite direction for Potions. Professor Snape was waiting for his small class today and gestured menacingly for them to take their seats.

"Today you will get your Potions partners. There will be no complaints about this and I expect you to help each other gain some minimal amount of learning in your rather limited minds."

Snape paused to sneer at them, Harry shivered and averted his gaze. That man seemed to have that effect on him, Snape was too much like Vernon for Harry's liking. His eyes were averted so he didn't see Severus shoot him an almost concerned look before shrugging and going back to his list.

"Ms. Granger you will be partnered with Mr. Goyle." Hermione and Goyle nodded and stood up and sat down next to each other in one corner of the room.

"Mr. Zabini and Ms. Bulstrode will be partnered." Blaise and Millicent sat in the opposite corner.

"And of course, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy will be partnered." Harry sighed and joined Draco in the remaining corner of the room that was not occupied by Snape's desk.

The class passed surprisingly without incident. The comments between the two magical beings were limited to requests for a particular ingredient and discussions about the directions and the potion itself-which were strained at best.

Again the command from Snape for Harry to 'stay after' came and Harry remained in his seat as Hermione shot him a questioning glance as she left the classroom.

"So," Snape sneered, staring at the figure that was Harry. He didn't want to admit that the boy's behavior around him was unnerving at best. Potter acted normally everywhere else but around him he acted strangely. He was almost submissive, a far cry from the hard headed Potter he knew and loathed. This kind of behavior almost concerned him.

"I have heard you have agreed to help Mr. Malfoy with his...problem. I want to advise you on the dangers of the spell we will be using and ask you some questions. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

There was a slight inclination of his student's head and Severus continued, frowning slightly.

"First of all, the spell will have to be performed the moment that Draco comes out of the transformation, which means that you will have to be there while he undergoes it. You will have to supply a bit of blood to mix with Draco's for the potion we need. I will collect that in a moment. There are dangers to this spell Potter. The spell may backlash and threaten your life instead of saving Draco's. Or it could be that the proximity you will be in near Draco during his transformation may force your own transformation-which you still haven't exhibited signs of yet.

"I should warn you Potter, I don't understand why you haven't shown any signs of changing yet, but Vampyr transformation is much slower than Veela transformation. They usually begin around the sixteenth birthday and drag out for about two months until there is a large outburst of magic and the final steps take place. These last steps are very painful.

Severus looked to see Harry's reaction to this but the boy was stone, he hadn't seemed to move an inch since Severus had begun his explanation.

"I was there for Lily's transformation Mr. Potter. It was not a pretty experience. You will feel like you are dying and coming into a new life. There will be blood-your blood, and there will be high emotions running through your system. You will be very touchy about a week before this last step and during this time we may have to restrain your magic."

Still, he got nothing from the boy. He had expected an outburst regarding the restrianing of his magic, but Harry hadn't even flinched. He sighed.

"Do you have any questions Mr. Potter?"

"Yes sir," Harry looked up cautiously, measuring the man's actual sincerity in asking that question. "Why did you never tell me about this before?"

"There was never a need to tell you. I wasn't sure if you would display signs of it and if you never did that was fine with me. Some have the blood but not the physical features you know. That might be you. I haven't seen any change in your appearance as of yet and your birthday was a month ago. Still, Draco is my godson and anything I can do to help him with this is what I will do. Even revealing information that I don't truly deem necessary for you to know."

Harry was angry now, but he tried to keep his anger hidden. This man's personality was explosive when he heard something he didn't like.

"Not necessary for me to know?" he breathed, wincing as his rage became evident. "What if I had been undergoing these changes? Would you have told me then, or are you too concerned with what you might have to reveal?"

Snape snarled. "I will NOT be talked to like that, do you understand me? I deemed the information inconsequential, do not question me!"

Harry cowered. "I'm sorry sir," he said in his pacifying tone. "Of course I didn't need to know. Please forgive me for being rude."

Severus stared. Harry Potter, apologizing to him? It seemed impossible. Something was wrong with the boy, Severus was sure of it now. This kind of reaction would not have happened a year ago. He decided to find out.

"What is wrong with you Potter?"

"What do you mean sir?" Shit, the man suspected something.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what sir?" Shit, shit, shit!

"Don't play the moron Potter, you know what I mean."

Harry remained silent at this. He did know, but there was no way he could change this attitude, he was too scared of Snape's reaction. Severus had an idea.

"Stand UP, Potter," he snapped, commanding. Harry, surprised by the sudden order and fearing the tone it was said in immediately jumped up, eyes downcast, hands clasped behind his back, heart beating in his chest. As of yet, Severus had not seen the boy's eyes.

"Look at me," he practically whispered, incredibly alarmed by the submissive way Harry was standing, was acting. Harry raised his gaze to about Severus' knee. "Look in my eyes Potter."

Harry did. Severus inwardly winced at the fear hidden inside of them. The boy was trying to remain impassive, to not reveal emotions. Severus realized that he had to break that barrier. And the only way he knew how to do it was to make the boy angry with him.

"That's right Potter. LOOK at me when I'm speaking to you. Of course, I wouldn't expect a Potter to understand basic manners. After all, your father was one of the rudest pieces of scum bags I ever met, Sirius Black beating him by only a hair. Thank Merline that mutt is dead."

Snape watched Harry's eyes flicker with sudden anger and distrust, but the fear remained there. It was alarming, Potter should be trying to cut his balls off by now. He had to get rid of that fear.

"Please leave me alone sir," came Harry's soft voice once again. The voice of a person who was desperate to leave a tough situation where information might be revealed that should not be revealed. There was a crackle of magic in the air and Snape's eyes widened.

"So you are experiencing the changes of becoming Vampyr. Why haven't you shown any physical signs? Those usually come before magical and mental changes."

By this time Severus was mostly thinking to himself. The boy should be showing physical changes by now. Why wasn't he? Unless the boy had a glamour on. But that was advanced magic, and hard to hold for an extended period of time. But still....

Snape brandished his wand, Harry flinched back and suddenly realized what Snape was going to do. He backed away rapidly reaching for the door. Too late.

"Finite Incantatem."

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A/N: By the way, before anyone comments on it, my spelling of Vampire as Vampyr is different simply because they are two separate creatures. Read on and all will be explained.