The Beast

AN: Another rewritten chapter for you guys hope you like it! I don't own any of the characters! I made a lot of changes with this chapter from the original chapter I posted almost a year ago.

Chapter 2:

The Minister's office

Kingsley Shacklebolt, sat in his large office in the Ministry of Magic. He was currently reading over a grant proposal to rebuild many of the smaller villages that were destroyed in the war. It was a rather large document with more than a thousands pages, he took off his reading glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. He must have read the same like line a least three or four different times.

There was a soft knock at his door, "Come in" he gave a bored answer not looking up from the enticing grant he was reading. "I'm sorry to bother you Minister, but Mr. Weasley asked me to set these registration forms on your desk for you to sign them. Since he'll be gone for two weeks he has asked me to make sure these got signed. " The Minister looked up form his desk at the Auburn haired woman recognizing her as Bill Weasley's secretary from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, walking into his office carrying a large stack of file. "Ah, thank you Ms. Martin. You can just set them set them down here, I'll make sure Bill's efforts have not gone in vain." Kingsley said and made some space for the files as the young woman set them down.

The Minister turned his attention back to the grant on his desk he still felt the young woman's presence she was still standing in front of his desk. "Was there something else?" the Minister asked her, the young woman bit her lips. She was obviously nervous, "Well…sir…Mr. Weasley also asked me to give you another file. It wasn't included with the other, which I think is highly unorthodox...if I may be so…blunt sir-" the Minister waved his hand at the poor woman as she began her rant. "Ms. Martin, while I appreciate your enthusiasm for being so…orderly. Bill and I are very close friends we fought beside each other many times during the war, so if there is something Bill wishes to show me I think it be wise if you hand it to me." Kingsley said plainly to the young woman and held out his hand for her to give him the file.

The woman nodded and waved her wand over his outstretched hand. A black file appeared, "Thank you Ms. Martin. You may go" The Minister said sitting back down at his desk and watch the young woman leave. He looked down at the black ominous file, he flipped open the cover. The first page had detailed background information with a picture of the youngest Malfoy he released earlier today. He quickly shut the folder and hurried to his secretaries desk, "Sydney, I need you to owl Head Mistress McGonagal. Tell her I need to meet with her as soon as possible, it's urgent." His secretary nodded and quickly made it her top priority to send the letter.

The Minister stood back in his office and began to paced.

Later that night

Dinner at the Weasley house hold had always been a joyous affair as the family always got together for dinner every night promptly at half till 7. Arthur always sat at the head of the dining room table with Molly always to his left as usual. Then depending on who came to the table last always sat beside Molly, so the way she could give them an ear full. Tonight it was Ron who sat next to her, and he normally sat next to his best mate but was now across from Harry at the table. Staring angrily at the green-eyed wizard.

The two were currently not speaking to each other after their fight earlier this afternoon. Ginny was sitting next to her father on the right, being the only girl born into the family for over half a century. Ginny was the apple of her father's eye and pretty much got sit where ever she pleased And as always Harry sat on Ginny's left side of the dinning table.

Fred and George sat at the end of the table next to Hermione. Fred leaned in close to Hermione, "What's going on with those two?" Fred asked her pointing his fork between Ron and Harry. "They had a fight." Hermione whispered to him not wanting anyone to hear her. "Hmm, must have been a pretty bad one. How long have they been acting like that?" he asked her taking a bite of his food.

"What? Oh the whole them not talking to each other thing?" Fred nodded to her as Hermione looked down at her large muggle wrist watch that had once belonged to her Dad, "Hmmmm….Id say…roughly…five hours or so. The death glares however are a new development." Hermione said turning her attention back to her two long time friends. Fred who looked confused as he to looked back at Ron and Harry. Sure enough he caught Ron was giving Harry the eat shit look when he thought no one was paying him any attention. "Can you pass the salt, please?" Harry asked politely to Ron, as the shaker was in of Ron's plate.

Ron turned to George, "Did you hear something, George?" George shook his head and ignored his little brother immaturity and continued to eat his meal. "Come on Ron just pass me the salt, its right next to you" Harry pleaded with him. Ron continued to ignore him "There it is again! Can you seriously not hear that? I keep hearing someone talking to me?" George rolled his eye at Ron. "RON!" Harry shouted and slammed his hands on the table making everyone flinch as the table wear shook. "Just. Pass. Me. The. Freaking. Salt" Harry stressed each word in anger.

Ron sat back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest in defiance, George stopped eating set his fork and knife down before slapping his younger brother in the back of his head. George then passed Harry the salt and the pepper shakers just in case he needed it. "Oww, that bloody hurt" Ron whined rubbing the back of his head where his older brother hit him. "Well, if you weren't being such a childish ass-hat, your head and my hand would not have had to meet." George said as matter of facility toward him and continued to eat. "Jerk" Ron muttered in anger and shoved a fork full of food into his mouth.

"Butt plug." George shot back to him with a of satisfactory smirk. Arthur cleared his throat at his children, "I will not have this room filled with petty arguments. If you all have nothing nice to say to each other don't bother speaking. I am perfectly comfortable with eating in complete silence." Arthur said to everyone as he took a big bite of his food.

The room was quite for a full ten minutes before someone spoke, "So…Fred how is your vacation with Angela Johnson?" Molly asked her son, who stopped mid-bite to look up the table at her in shock. Fred gently set his fork back on his plate. After the war Fred had fallen into a serious depression after his brother Percy saved his life from a falling stone wall during the Final Battle. Fred broke out in a cold sweat and looked at his twin, "I…I…um…it was…ok" He didn't sound very convincing.

A few weeks after the War had ended, Fred was admitted to St. Mungo's several times mostly for falling into serious bouts of depression or "episodes" as George liked to call them. There were days when Fred would hardly get out of bed and when he did get out of bed he hardly spoke to anyone, or laughed or even smiled. There were only two people who could pull him out of these episodes: George and Angela Johnson, who was his Healer at St. Mungo's she was in the twins year and had always held a torch for Fred.

One night a few months after the Final Battle Fred had fallen into an episode and had tried to commit suicide, George had returned from his date earlier than Fred had expected and was caught slicing up his arm. George had him committed that very night to St. Mungo's. George had promised Fred that he would not to tell anyone in their family what he had tried to do to himself, especially their mother. It would break her heart if she ever found out the truth about what Fred had tried to do to himself that night they had already lost one brother to the War, George was not going to lose his twin. Fred also made a promise of his own that he would not leave St. Mungo's until a Healer deemed him well enough to be a part of society again.

George had told their mother a little white lie saying that Fred was with Angela Johnson on a vacation together when she asked where Fred was. George had never seen his mother so happy she talked about a spring wedding for the two of them and grandchildren the whole time Fred was gone. Sure enough when Fred returned from his little vacation their mother had nagged Fred about it at every turn. "You have to tell me something about her dear. You know I won't let this go until you do" Molly said to Fred with a kind smile.

Fred gulped and looked at his twin his eyes screaming 'help me'. "Oh, mum can't you just leave Forgie alone for a moment. He is shy about her, I told you that mum." George said with a small laugh trying to lighten the mood at the table. Molly smile sadly but nodded at her son. "Oh, alright…of course…you're absolutely right Georgie. I'll let it go this time, but you have got to bring that lovely girl around here so that I can meet the witch that has stolen my son's heart." Molly said and dropped the subject completely.

Fred sighed with relief "Of course mother. I'll do that" Fred said to her and looked at his brother and mouthed a "Thank you" to him George nodded and turned back to his plate. "Speaking of matters of the heart George. Who is the lovely girl you were with? What was her name?" his father asked him surprisingly causing George to choke on his food. "Arthur! Are you trying to kill the poor lad?" Molly barked and slapped her husband's arm.

George coughed harshly, his face flushed with redness. "Here dear drink some water" his mother said handing her son a glass of water. George gulped down the large glass of water that was handed to home. "Merlin's beard pop! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?" George asked him in a hoarse voice. Arthur laughed at his son, "It was just a question my boy."

"Well…if you must know… her name is Katie and we are doing just find thank you." George said to him taking another large sip of water. "Katie? As in Katie Bell from my year?" Harry asked confused, "Yes, why do you have some problem with me dating a younger witch?" George said seriously to Harry eyeing the younger wizard. "Nope, no problem" Harry said quickly to him. "Good" George said with a cocky smile. "And just so you know Katie is a perfectly nice witch. Who comes from a good wizarding family, not that that matters to me" he added shoving fresh yeast rolls into his mouth.

"We are just surprised is all…well at least I am…" Ginny said as everyone was looking at her "What? I thought for sure your secret witch was going to be Angela Johnson" Ginny muttered as George and Fred frowned at her. "You were hanging out with her a lot a few months ago. I was surprised when you told me she was going on a vacation with Fred" Ginny added sipping her pumpkin juice. Fred and George looked at each other for a moment then laughed at her, "That was a riot Gin" Fred laughed so hard his sides hurt and George slapping his thigh.

Ginny shook her head and giggled at her twin older brothers. "Well I'm glad I can be entertaining to you both" Ginny said with a huff as they continued to laugh at her. "Don't worry pumpkin, they are just fooling around." Arthur said to her as he pushed his empty plate away from himself. "My love, that was another amazing meal as usual." Arthur said patting his full stomach with both hands. Molly stood and collected his plate, "Well I hope you saved room for dessert" she said kissing his cheek as she passed him to go to the kitchen. "You know I did love." Arthur said giving her a sweet smile.

"I don't think I could possibly eat another bite of anything." Hermione said whipping her mouth with the soft linen napkin. "You have got to try mum's Never Ending Chocolate pudding she spent most of the day working on it" George said to her, Fred nodded in agreement. "I puts the chocolate pudding at Hogwarts to shame" Fred told her as Hermione stood with her plate in hand. "As scrumptious as you both make it sound. I'm going to have to pass." she said to the both gathering their plates and taking them into the kitchen.

"Oh Hermione, dear. You didn't have to bring those in here. Go on, go back and have a seat I'll bring the pudding right out" Molly said shooing her out of the kitchen. "Oh Mrs. Weasley I couldn't possibly eat another bite of anything even if I wanted to. I'm as stuffed as turkey on Thanksgiving." Hermione told her with a smile as she set the plates in the sink, and waved her wand over the plates to begin washing them. Hermione glanced out at the darkening sky and garden "I was actually going to get some fresh air" Hermione said to Molly who nodded to her "Alright dear just don't stay out to long. We have to be at St. Mungo's in the morning to visit Bill and Fleur and their new baby." Molly let a cheerful sigh "It's hard to believe I'm already a Grandmother, they olwed me this morning you know. They want us all to come see baby. " Hermione nodded in agreement and walked outside into the garden.

It broke her heart to hear her say that. Her mother would never get the chance to feel the way Molly would feel when she saw her first grandchild, it was no fault of Mrs. Weasley she didn't know the truth. None of the Weasley's did for that matter, Hermione never told them that her parents were dead. After she erased their memories of her. Hermione's parents were supposed to be on a plane headed to Australia.

They never made it to Australia though, they were quickly discovered by the Dark Lord's Death Eaters and we're murdered in their family home in London. Hermione had discovered the bodies when she returned to collect some of her things for her own trip to Australia, to recover her long lost parents. It was a painful secret keeping it to herself, but she didn't want the others to pity her.

Hermione loved the garden it brought her some symbolism of peace, she could be alone with her thoughts here. he house. Hermione sat next to the yellow rose bush she had planted in the garden they were her mother's favorite, her father bought them for her every anniversary. Hermione sighed in sadness and looked up at the stars that her father, loved to gaze at. "I miss you both so much." Hermione said out loud and she laid down in the soft fresh cut grass.

A stray tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up at the stairs in the night sky.

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After their disastrous lunch Draco locked himself away in the first floor study in his God-father's childhood manor. Draco sat in front of a large bay window watching the sunset over the gardens outside the window. He had a bottle of Firewhiskey in his lap and several empty bottles scattered around at his feet. He was ashamed of himself, ashamed of his actions towards him own mother. He could have killed his own mother today, if it had not have been for his God-father and that horrible potion Snape forced down his throat Draco would have killed her.

Draco drank straight from the bottle as the amber liquid burned the back of his throat. He already killed off three other bottles before he opened the current one in his hands. "Look at you. You are a pathetic excuse for a Malfoy!" Draco heard his hatful father's voice echoing through the empty room. Draco shook his head and took another long drag form the bottle.

"I can't believe I ever claimed you as my heir!" Lucius's voice hissed venomously in Draco's ear, a cold sweat broke out over Draco's neck . "I should have had your mother kill you before you were born." His father's voice added with a spiteful laugh. Draco let the half empty bottle fall to the floor, and put his head in his hands. "Stop it!" Draco rubbed the palms of his hands over his eye. "You were always weak. No son of mine would have ever let himself become a werewolf!" Draco felt tears threating to spill out of his eyes. "Go away!" he shouted at his father's voice pulling at his ears. Draco shook his head trying to get rid of himself of his father's evil voice in his head.

"Are you crying?! What have a told you about crying?! MALFOY'S DON'T CRY!" his father's voiced screamed at him. "SHUT UP!" Draco yelled and picked up the bottle an empty bottle and chunked it at the wall. The glass bottle shattered from the impact it made with the wall, "DRACO!" his mother yelled from the other side of the door, the ornate handle jiggled as his mother went to open ended the door. "Draco, are you alright?! Draco open the door, please." his mother pounded on the door of the study with her fists.

Draco collapsed suddenly to the floor as his legs gave out from under nether him. His vision was blurred and hazy. What the blood hell is happening to me? Draco thought to himself as he shook his head trying to clear his vision. "Severus! Something is wrong Draco won't open the door. I heard shouting and something breaking, we have to get the door open. Please!" Draco could hear his mother pleading with him from the other side of the door. "Get back" Severus told her.

"Bombarda!"

Severus blasted the door to the study in two, Narcissa hurried into the room and slid next to her son on the floor. "Oh my gods! Draco!" she yelled historically and lifted his head into her lap. Severus picked up an empty bottle of Firewhiskey, an eyed his God-son. "How much of this did you drink?" Snape snapped at Draco, who looked deathly pale. Draco's eyes fluttered close and mumbled something under his labored breathing Snape bent down next to him as best he could with his hurt leg. "Look at me" Snape said harshly to Draco lifting his head off his mother's lap by his hair.

"How much did you drink?" Snape asked again, lifting the bottle into his line of sight. Blood shot blue-gray eyes glanced at the bottle and then back at his God-father, "All…of…it…" Draco muttered under heavy breath. "Shit!" Snape hissed as he tossed the empty bottle to the floor, and shook his head. Narcissa looked up at Severus worried, "What...What is it? What's wrong?" Narcissa asked him as she stroked her son's sweat riddled hair. "We need to get him to St. Mungo's right now" Snape said to her, and grabbed her hand roughly pulling her up off the floor.

"What's going on Severus?" Narcissa asked him again as she helped Draco up off the floor. Snape took one of Draco's arms and wrapped it around his neck, "He's having an allergic reaction to the bloody Firewhiskey" Snape snapped at her and they began to drag Draco's now unconscious body to the fireplace grabbed a hand full of Flu powder as they both enter the fireplace.

"St. Mungo's!" Snape shouted throwing down the powder and green flames erupted around them.

They walked out into the empty lobby of St. Mungo's Hospital, "Sit him down here, I'll find a Healer" Snape said to her and limped down the hall. Narcissa looked down at her son, Draco was pale. Paler than normal, "Oh Draco what…have you done to yourself…" his mother cried brushed more sweat from his forehead. "Please don't leave me…you're all I have left in this world…" Narcissa begged as she stroked her son's pale cheeks.

Snape limped down the hall with a Healer hurrying behind him, "I can assume that we will have the up most secrecy here, what I have just told you is very sensitive information. If this were to get out—" The Healer cut him off, "Look Professor Snape, we need to save his life. That is the only thing that is important to me right now. If I wanted to be rich I would have went into the family business" the female Healer said holding up her hand and pushing past him to look at Draco. "Hmmm….How long has he been like this?" the Healer looked at Narcissa and Snape. "Maybe an hour…or so possibly?" Narcissa said unsure how to answer. "Get Mr. Malfoy into a room…he may be in for a long night…." the Healer said to some Med-witches who were with her.

AN: Well you guys there you have it. The next installment of The Beast, it took me a little bit to really rewrite this one but I wanted to give you the best chapter I could. I hope you all like it and thank you to everyone who reviewed.