Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the other great characters belong to J.K. Rowling the great almighty one. And if anyone wants to use the idea of the Protego Demon go right ahead. I claim no right to it.
Thanks again Susan for beta reading my story. You are going to get so sick and tired of me thanking you I think (Big hugs)
Chapter 2
Blood Runs Thick
Silver light sparked off of white blond over and over again as a form paced in front of a large window.
"Damn it." The figure muttered and took a swig from a bottle. "Why couldn't they tell me earlier?" He grumbled. He fell into a chair his lanky six foot form almost falling out. "Bloody hell why did they have to wait until now?" Again he took a swig of his butter beer. "I always knew that the Malfoy blood line was different. But I always thought that was because we were one of the few pure blood families left." He groaned and dropped the empty bottle on the floor. If his mother had been here he would have received an ear full. His father would have given him the lecture about acting like the Malfoy he was. "Screw it the elves will pick it up later." He growled. He just wasn't feeling like really caring right now. His parents had just broken some very disturbing news to him earlier that night. He let his mind wander.
- -Flashback - -
"Draco could you come her for a moment?" His father beckoned him into the study.
All Draco wanted to do was head off to his room, but he knew that Lucius Malfoy was not one to be ignored.
"Yes father." He greeted as he bowed his head slightly.
Lucius smiled at the way his son stood on tradition when addressing an elder Malfoy. He might not show it all the time but he really did love his son. He only pushed him because he wanted him to be the best. After all, that was the only thing a Malfoy could be.
"Have a seat son. There is something your mother and I need to tell you."
Draco hadn't realized that his mother was standing next to the window. Her slender form was silhouetted by the setting sun.
"You see, there is something about our family line that you really should know."
The boy cocked his head.
"You see son, the Malfoy name isn't exactly fully pure blooded." Lucius didn't turn away or take his eyes off his son. He also didn't flinch when the younger man jumped to his feet.
"WHAT?" The boy was furious. Who wouldn't be when they find out they've been lead to believe something that wasn't true. "You've been telling me since I was an infant that we were a pure blood wizarding family."
"Draco, sit back down. I knew that you would react like this. I wasn't lying. We still are a pure blood Wizarding family. But not all Wizards and Witches are Human. What I'm trying to tell you is that are family is not fully human."
"Bloody Hell." The younger Malfoy exclaimed as he fell back into the chair. "So what are we?"
"We are mostly human. But through the many centuries our family has inter breaded with some other species. Many hundreds of years ago the family was given a Protego Demon as a gift. I don't suppose you know what that is?"
A white blond head shook in answer.
"I didn't think so. Not something that is covered in most Defense against the Dark Arts or Care of Magical Creatures classes. It's not that they're not around it's just that they are very hard to keep away from their charges. They can become violent or even depressed. They might even think that you taking them away from their charge, meaning that you are planning to harm the one they protect."
"Wait what doest his have to do with our family." Draco was not known for his patience.
"You see. The Protego Demons look like you or me most of the time. It's when their upset that their demonic qualities start to come out. This has caused some interesting umm…could you say complications in our family. When Vincent Malfoy was given his Protego demon he never really thought that he would fall in love with her. But then those kinds of things have a way of sneaking up on us. He shocked most of the family when he announced that he was planning to marry. That was about 800 years ago. Our family is direct decedents of Vincent and Eleanor Malfoy. And every now and then a descendent will gain the Heritage of the Protego Demon."
"Then how come I've never heard of it before?" Malfoy the younger asked sarcastically. He had calmed down a bit and was trying to put on an air of 'I don't care'. But he kept his mercury eyes trained on his father.
"We really didn't think that you needed to know. It's been quite a while since any of the abilities have shown up in the family we kind of thought that they were gone. It seemed a moot point to upset you with the information. But the display you gave the other day made us think other wise. Now I know that you just turned sixteen and the whole idea of Wizarding puberty has been explained to you. So we knew that now and then your magic might go a little haywire. We were not expecting the little fit you had with Ms. Parkinson the other day. I don't know what she said to get you mad. And I'm not blaming you for the vase or the curtains you destroyed they were easily fixed. But did you know that when we walked into the room your eyes were glowing red?"
"My eyes were what?" The 'I don't care routine' was dropped. He couldn't keep it up when it affected him directly.
"Your eyes were glowing. This is not a normal thing to happen with Wizards as they go through their puberty. But it is something that is well documented in any book written on the Protego Demon species." He lifted a book that had sat open in front of him and held it out to his son. "Read the part marked."
Draco took the proffered book and read. "The Protego demon is an ancient species. Long believed to have been gifts from Satan to his followers. It is now known that they are just an off shoot for a long extinct breed of Warrior Demons known as the Bushi. The Bushi were thought to have died out a long time ago in Ancient Japan. They were considered the Emperors secret army and were even more devastating then the Samurai that served him. The Protego Demon line is now known to have originated when a Veela Woman recognized a Bushi male as her mate. The children of that Union were the first Protego Demons. Though being half Veela that relied on the sent of their chosen mate to become bonded to some one. Through subsequent bondings with Bushi the line became more demon than anything. And like demons they are drawn to those with power. But they differ in that they become bonded with one being instead of a whole line and can not switch even if they want to. Like the Veela they will be bonded for life to their charge. They are different from Veela in that they do not require sexual satisfaction from their bonded and can still have other lovers. Many Protego Demons are not even interested in their Charge romantically. But they are fiercely devoted to their Charge and will protect them from anything that would bring them harm. Sometimes this comes across as being possessive. The Protego Demon is normally physically stronger than their Charge but even though their magic is strong the Charges magic normally is much stronger than theirs.
Since these days many Protego Demons have intermarried with the Wizarding family lines it is very common for one to gain the inheritance of the Protego Demon when they reach their Wizarding Maturity. At this time they will feel an undeniable urge to be near and protect their Charge. But even before this many Protego Demons will be drawn to their Charges. And even though it might come out wrong they will find any way to be near that Charge. Even becoming aggressive towards said Charge if denied by them.
The Protego Demon was no real distinguishing attributes in their normal form. But when they become agitated or some one threatens their charge then demon in them will show. Some of the distinguishing features could be: wings appearing on their backs (later these will be able to be called at will) claws will appear (these too will be able to be called at will.), and sometimes a tail will show up. The feature that every Protego Demon gains are their eyes will start to glow red when agitated."
Silver blue eyes darted up to meat matching ones in Malfoy the elder. "Yes Draco." His father answered his unvocalized question.
- - End flashback - -
Not long after that they left him in the study still holding the book. He had only left to retrieve a few butter beers. He had to let this all sink in. He wasn't sure what he was going to do. He knew that his parents were telling the truth and that there was nothing he could really do about it. But Malfoys just didn't serve anyone. Well alright that was a lie. If Malfoys didn't serve anyone then what was his father doing kissing the edge of Voldemort's robe. He knew that the only reason his father was out of Azkaban at this moment was because Voldemort not only had the Dementors bent to his will but some of the members of the Ministry of Magic as well. Of course that didn't mean that his father had gotten away with failing his mission. He had come back severely injured by being hit with the Cruciatus Curse. Draco still didn't know what the mission was his father had failed fully. Just that it had something to do with Harry Potter and Potter was the reason his father had ended up in Azkaban at all. Well, actually to be more precise it was Dumbledore's fault. Okay so his father stooped low enough to serve someone. But that didn't mean that he had to. Then it wasn't like he really had much of a choice. There was a part of him that would draw him to someone. And no mater what he would die for that person if need be. Damn it, why couldn't he have a say in it. What if it was someone he despised? What had the book said, that he would be drawn to some one that was Powerful Magically. He was the one that would the strongest physically so did that mean he might have a chance of resisting this pull? He growled again and got up from his chair.
"Master Malfoy sir?" A small squeaky voice came from behind him.
"What!" He roared.
The small house elf cringed as she saw the look on her master's face. "Nothing sir, really. Tipi just wanted to know if Master was done with these bottles. And if master would like another butter beer sir."
"Sure." He growled and turned his back on the bumbling servant. He really didn't want to be interrupted now. He was trying to work this through his mind. The book had also said that he would be drawn to his charge before the time of the bonding. This was of course if he has met his charge already. He knew that his father was hoping that he would serve Voldemort. But something inside him was telling him that the Dark Lord was not the one. To be exact at this moment he was starting to feel rather pissed off at the Dark Lord.
He started to pace. "Okay, what is going on here? Why would I feel this way?" Could this have something to do with his Charge? "Is their any one that I've been drawn to before this?" He ran everyone through he knew through his head. It definitely wasn't Pansy Parkinson he knew that for sure. Blaise Zabini no way it couldn't be him. Snape that idea was not possible at all. Who else was there? He ran through all the Slytherin 6th years and back through the years. He really didn't know many Hufflepuffs. He really couldn't stand the poofs especially that Justin Finch-Fletchly. Then of course there were the Ravenclaws. Nope, none of them really picked his interest. Sometimes he just wanted to beat their Seeker. What was her name again? Oh yes Cho Chang annoying little bitch really. He remembered the stories he had heard last year about her dates with Potter. Broke down crying in front of him it seemed that she still blamed him for Digorys death. Stupid little cow, couldn't she see what was happening right in front of her, or was she to lost in her past. Any ways, it was quite obvious that Voldemort killed her precious little boyfriend not Potter. Wait a minute; what was he doing defending Potter? "Uh, Potter such a goody goody. I really can't stand that Gryffindor. He's just asking to get himself in trouble. Always putting his neck out to help others not to mention he can't keep his head on straight. That club he started up last year is a prime example. He just couldn't leave it alone had to start up his own Defense against the Dark Arts club. Bloody git almost got himself killed with their little excursion off to the Ministry of Magic and the Department of Mystery." He slapped his palm against his forehead. "It's not like I really care. Let Dumbledore's Golden boy go and get himself killed. Why would it affect me? It's not like I'm his friend or anything. He has the Weasel and the Mudblood for that." Wait a minute but he had wanted to be Potters friend once. He remembered it clearly as if it were yesterday.
- - Flashback - -
They had been on the Hogwarts express heading towards their first year at Hogwarts. "Is it true?" He said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," Said Potter. Draco noticed his eyes had been focused on Crabbe and Goyle for a while. They were quite intimidating. That was why he kept them around after all. It sure wasn't for the witty conversation. Dumb as dirt those two.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," He introduced his two cronies. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Weasel had to give his two cents at this moment, and made a coughing noise.
He had glared at the red headed git. "Think my name's funny do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford."
He turned his attention back to Potter. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand to shake Potters, but he hadn't taken it.
Then Potter did what not many people had ever done, He denied a Malfoy. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort is for myself, thanks." He was so cold.
He knew his cheeks had turned pink. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter." He ground out. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."
- - End flashback - -
Of course that had been the wrong thing to say. A fight had started after that. Something inside him felt a little bad about that fight. What did he care what Potter and the Weasel thought of him. Then he realized he didn't. Well at least he didn't care what the Weasel thought of him. The truth was he really couldn't say that he didn't care what Potter thought of him. Some where he knew that all this fighting over the last five years had been because he did care. He really had wanted to be friends with Potter that day. He had tried to convince himself that it was because it would allow his father to get close to the boy and thus Voldemort when he returned. But Draco was beginning to seriously doubt that he would have ever turned over Harry to that Bastard. He had just wanted to be friends with the small skinny boy. The boy, that looked as if he was about to fall out of his to baggy clothes. He had looked so vulnerable. Both on the train and in Madame Malkin's Robe shop. Something drew him to the boy.
"No, bloody hell, it can't be Potter that I am to protect. I hate him." He growled. But the words of the book came unbidden into his head. And even though it might come out wrong they will find any way to be near that Charge. He was always picking on Potter. And even though he also tortured the Mudblood and the Weasel he knew that it was Potter he focused on the most. He would find any reason to taunt him. "Damn it to hell, it can't be anyone else but him. NO! I refuse. I will not be at Potters beck and call. If he can't protect himself that's his own damn fault. When it's time for School to start it will be back to normal for the Goody Goody Gryffindor and me."