HEY GUYS, I AM SO SO SORRY. I love writing this story and have neglected it for so long, I really hope any readers if you're out there will still enjoy, I've been having a really tough time with life at the moment so again I'm so sorry for my absence, thank you so much for reading it means the world! Love you all x

Draco woke the next morning with his usual blinding headache that he got after a full moon night. He sat up, clutching his head and trying to shield his eyes from the unusually bright sun. Draco suddenly realised how cold he was, and how naked he was…and how he was outside…in the forbidden forest.

Holy fucking shit.

He had never gotten the chance to walk back to Hogwarts and his bed after the full moon had gone and night had turned to day. He must have passed out in the forbidden forest, naked as the day he was born and filthy. Draco had no idea what time it was, it could be midday for all he knew. He had absolutely no way of getting back to the castle without being seen and in a dignified manner, and even he made it he had no excuse as to where he had been all this time.

And with those horrible thoughts, Draco realised, that this is exactly what Voldemort wanted. To humiliate him, to trap him in impossible situations, to isolate him from the rest of the world, to pay the high price for his father's error. His plan was working, and Draco could do nothing to stop it from happening. He knew that one day, Draco would either be found out and cast out from society, or be killed by the beast inside, Voldemort would win either way.

Draco began to shiver with both panic and sheer cold having been naked the whole morning, and to his embarrassment he had started to cry. He pictured how feeble he must look, curled in on himself, a sobbing and underweight boy, the image made him gag.

The only plan he could think of on how to get himself back to the castle safely was to use the same invisibility spell to walk back to his room and put some clothes on, but even then, he had no alibi as the boys in his dormitory may have noticed that he wasn't occupying his bed for the whole morning. Plus, in this emotional state, Draco highly doubted he could even cast the spell, let alone make it last until the Slytherin common room, and he did not like the image of him being suddenly revealed in the school corridors. Another thought then occurred to Draco's already crowded head.

Where's my wand.

Of course, he'd dropped it during his transformation, and of course he had no idea where the exact spot was. Of fucking course. Rage filled his blood stream, mixing with the hopelessness and self-hatred, creating the most rancid concoction of emotions flowing through him. He dug his palms into his eyes until he saw purple and blue flashes to squeeze the poison from his brain. It didn't work.

Time was running out for him, and he realised that he had no plan that would work out in him getting to the castle completely safe and not found out. He also realised just how injured he was as he looked down at his arms and saw so many cuts right the way up to his shoulders, all of them red and burning. He also felt a slice on his cheek bone sting as his salty tears ran down it. Just as Draco was preparing to die or live as one of those free werewolves that ran around forests in packs, he heard faint voices.

Draco's senses were on edge as he scrambled quietly to a hiding place behind a tree and some exotic looking shrubs, barely breathing. The voices got closer, and Draco realised with a horrible flip of his stomach that he recognised one of them, the distinct tones of his headmaster Albus Dumbledore carried through the air. Draco clung to the tree for dear life, literally, as he knew the consequences of anyone finding out his secret. The second voice became clearer, Rubeus Hagrid's to be exact, the great oaf, and Draco realised it was only a matter of seconds before they found him, he knew he couldn't hide from Dumbledore. Draco was frozen, he couldn't breathe or think or move or function.

The foot steps stopped, and Dumbledore put his arm in the air to halt Hagrid behind him. "I think we are not alone." He said in the most matter of fact tone. "Is anyone there? We're not here to hurt you, come out."

Draco covered his mouth with his hand, noticing it was trembling with so much force it shook his head. Tears were spilling over at an alarming rate, stinging the tiny cuts on his knuckles and fingers. A few seconds of silence followed, before Dumbledore called out again more gently, "Please, I want to help."

More silence. Deafening unbearable silence. Dumbledore sighed, before waving his wand gently over the area, and upon hearing a slight thud and grunt from a nearby tree, began walking over towards it. But before he could reach it, a frantic voice came from behind it.

"Please. Don't…"

"I can't be seen."

Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Nothing can hurt you here. Hogwarts is safe for you." He tried to reassure the poor soul, but it didn't seem to have the desired effect.

"You don't understand! I'll die if you do!"

A sob.

"Please! Just stay away."

Dumbledore was determined however, and kept on walking towards the voice. He could hear more frantic sobbing and quickened breaths now, and because of his freezing charm he knew the person couldn't run or move. By the sound of the voice Dumbledore already knew who it was, but wanted to see for himself the damage that had been done and how to help. He rounded the tree corner to find Draco looking up with huge grey and blood shot eyes, injured, and curled in on himself on the floor. He began screaming violently after a few seconds, as if he had just looked death in the face, and Dumbledore put him to sleep with a wave of his hand, not wanting Draco to suffer this moment anymore. Hagrid was close behind, gasping as he took in Draco, whispering "Merlin" to himself.

"Come on Rubeus, lets get him to the castle quickly. We cannot be seen." Said Dumbledore quickly, as he conjured a blanket around Draco's waist and grabbed his arm, as Hagrid held onto his. Within a second they had apparated into Dumbledore's office, and within a few seconds he had set up a small area with a hospital bed and a medicine cabinet next to it. Draco was laid gently on top of the bed by Hagrid, as Dumbledore spoke "Hagrid, get Madam Pomfrey here immediately, he cannot be treated in the hospital wing, it's too exposed, he must remain here. No one comes in this office." With a curt nod and a 'yes sir', Hagrid strode easily to the door and left. Dumbledore looked over Draco's body, and let out the deep sigh he'd been holding in. How had a problem this big occured so early in the school year?

Harry had had a terrible sleep, as usual. He was hoping his session with Dumbledore would wake him up a little bit. Dumbledore had introduced Harry to his pensive and was searching through certain memories with Harry to try and find any answers in hopefully getting rid of Voldemort in the future. Also, Harry could translate the parsel tongue. This afternoon during a free period, another session was due, and Harry was on his way to Dumbledore's office when he saw a disturbed looking Hagrid striding full speed away from his office. Harry went to say hello to him and ask if everything was ok, when Hagrid almost passed Harry without a glance.

"Oh hello Harry. Don't go in Dumbledore's office. No questions." Hagrid said at incomprehensible speed and through heavy sighs of exasperation, before setting off again in the opposite direction at full throttle before Harry could even begin to ask as to why. He stood there for a few moments, perplexed, before deciding he would walk towards the door of Dumbledore's office and listen outside for any clue as to what was so secretive and why his session must have either been cancelled or forgotten about.

Just as Harry got to the stop of the eagle stairs and approached the huge ebony door to his office, the door was opened a jar.

"Harry, I just remembered our meeting." Dumbledore spoke through the small opening in the quietest tone, Harry was immediately put on edge by this. "I'm sorry but we will have to postpone it for today, I have discovered a matter so urgent that it may be a few days before it is resolved." Harry swallowed thickly, something bad must have either happened or was about to happen, and his first instinct was that it was Voldemort's doing. Just as Harry nodded and was about to say something, he heard a frail groan come from within the office. But before he could contemplate it, Dumbledore had quickly shut the door with a 'good day Harry', and all was silent.

He had to tell Ron and Hermione about this, otherwise he would burst.