Authors Note: here is chapter 2. So I lost my fox notebook (of course bawling inside) which had like, all of my hard work inside of it. So we're powering through anyway! I am still working on how to rate this because as time progresses there will be really dark chapters, and like hate sex. So I will be working on that over the next few weeks. Again, review and comment! Please! I need to know if my work is any good.
Draco had suffered through his first month of being a werewolf. He was absolutely miserable. Everyday he woke up and stared into the mirror, looking at the scar on his shoulder. They had patched him up as best as they could at St. Mungos, but since it was a magical bite, there was scarring.
They said that Draco was lucky to still have complete control of his arm and that the wound was superficial. He was even more lucky that there wasn't a need for amputation. So they said.
To prevent a second attack or a kidnapping, Lucius had hired security trolls, 7 of them in total. They worked in shifts guarding the ground at all times. On the full moon they all would be on duty.
The Malfoys also prepared for the future at Hogwarts.
In case anyone at Hogwarts ever saw his scar, the lie was that his family had gone to Greece over the holiday and a Chimera attacked Draco. Since it was a simple lie, nobody would have a second thought. They would just hug him and say sorry that this had happened to him.
If he told the truth, people would back away from him, expecting him to burst into his full werewolf form right then and there. They would ostracize him and tell everyone about him.
His family had him practice Obliviate in case anyone accidentally find out about his condition. It was crucial to keep it from getting out.********
Theysaid that it was to protect Draco from bullying. But he knew why nobody could know about his condition.
As the sole heir to the Malfoy name, fortune, and bloodline, he was expected to marry a pureblood woman, and produce a male child. His worth would go down drastically should the public become aware of his condition. He would be the pariah of high society. Eventually he would have to tell his future wife about it. Hopefully he would find someone who was tolerant of magical creatures and non-humans.
The likelihood of that occurring in the pureblood society was low. Unless you counted the Weasleys. At this point, he might have to marry the Weaslette, though that probability was also low, probably lower actually. He got the feeling that his family would never be forgiven for the Chamber of Secrets.
It was only 3 days to the full moon. Severus had sent a week's worth supply of the Wolfs Bane potion to the Malfoy manor. Draco drank his goblet full every morning with breakfast. The potion tasted like wet fur, yet he managed to force it down every morning.
Another werewolf by the name of Remus Lupin had stopped by to visit. He and Severus had attended Hogwarts together and they were in the same year. Severus treated Professor Lupin with contempt. Lupin was to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts for the upcoming year at Hogwarts. Lupin had promised that his office would always be open to Draco should he have any questions or concerns.
Draco was thankful that Lupin didn't baby him or give him false hope about being a werewolf. He was upfront and told Draco that the transformation would be brutally painful. And that it would never get better. Professor Lupin had over 30 years of experience with being a werewolf, and the transformation never got easier.
Since he had been bitten, his parents had been treating him with kid gloves. Draco got everything that he could possibly ever want, such as a new broom maintenance kit, a new set of practice quidditch balls, and new clothes. He got things that he didn't even want, such as a muggle "electric guitar." Apparently it was all the rage with muggles that were his age. Draco found it to be an odd, useless, and annoying object that sat in the corner collecting dust.
Draco just wanted to sleep all the time. In fact, that is what he did. He slept and read books. He had lost his appetite and in return, he lost 10 pounds. The house elves were constantly trying to get him to eat. They brought chocolates from Honey Dukes, rich pancakes, hot chocolate, and other fattening foods. They all sat on his desk, completely untouched. He drank the water that was provided for him, and nibbled on the chocolate, but that was all he could stomach.
His mother had been coddling him, and checked in on him frequently. Whenever she came into his bedroom, over half the time she was crying. Draco had tried to comfort her, but it was useless. She was too distraught. So Draco pretended to sleep when she came into his room.
Narcissa would conjure a chair and sit next to him crying. He would lay in his bed with his eyes closed, listening to her almost silent sobs. Sometimes she would mutter about how it was all unfair, and how her poor boy shouldn't suffer. Draco would stay silent.
Draco had the elves buy him a muggle calendar and he circled the days with the full moon. Draco X-ed out the days until the full moon. It hurt to put an X on the days before the moon, but it also helped to calm Draco. He knew exactly how long until the full moon.
Lucius was hard to find these days. He was almost always out of the house, and when he wasn't, he was in his study. But he always came to dinner, where the meal was full of unasked questions, and awkward silence.
It was finally the day of the full moon. Draco went to breakfast still dressed in his night clothes. Lucius's eyebrow rose in the direction of his son. Lucius was completely dressed in a full suit, hair slicked back and ready for the day. Narcissa was also fully dressed and ready for the day. Lucius's gaze returned to his meal, dismissing his son's clothes, it was a special circumstance.
The elves brought Draco a big plate of eggs, bacon, and waffles with the wolfsbane potion and a glass of orange juice. Draco drained the potion in three gulps and washed the taste away with a glass of orange juice. He nibbled on the waffle and eggs.
His mother stared at him with empty eyes, looking through him.
Lucius cleared his throat, "So tonight is the full moon right?"
Draco nodded, staring at his plate. "May I be excused?" he asked quietly.
Narcissa nodded, "Yes."
Draco stood and walked back to his room. He threw himself onto the bed and fell back asleep for a couple more hours. He woke up to the sound of a house elf placing a tray of food on the desk.
The elf looked up and jumped a bit. "My apologies. I didn't mean to wake up young master." The creature stammered out.
"S'kay. I won't eat any of that." Draco mumbled out, rubbing his eyes.
"We know young master, but we have to put it here. We hide some of the food to make your mother think that you're eating. It helps settle her nerves. She's been preferring firewhiskey over tea recently." The elf stammered out.
"Thank you for that. I'll take some of the chocolate and the water, but that's it. Leave the tray, let her think I'm eating." He said quietly, looking towards the window.
The elf handed him a bar of Honey Dukes chocolate and the glass of water. Then she bowed and disapperated.
Draco opened the chocolate bar and nibbled on it. He stood up and went to the curtains opening them. The sun was high in the sky. Draco swallowed. In less than 10 hours, he would be a beast of the night.
He sighed and grabbed a random book off the shelf and sat back on his bed. While reading his book, he took large bites out of his candy bar.
About two hours later, another elf popped back into his room and picked up his candy bar wrapper and the tray.
"Will you bring me more chocolate," Draco asked not looking at the elf. "And leave the water."
"Of course young master. I'll return soon."
About 10 minutes later the elf returned with more chocolate and Draco gorged himself.
The hours ticked by, the sun slowly dipping lower and lower in the sky. It got to the point where Draco was checking the outside every 5 minutes. He lost his place in his book multiple times and found himself silently pleading with the sun to stay up longer.
The sun ignored his pleads, and disappeared below the horizon. And up came the moon. It took a few hours for the moon to reach high in the sky, but when it did, Draco's back arched.
It was painful.
Draco was reliving the night he was bitten.
The red.
And the tearing.
And the pain.
It coursed through his body, screams escaping from his lips.
It felt like every single bone in his body was breaking, and his skin tearing. The scar on his shoulder felt like it was on fire.
Narcissa and Lucius were in the sitting room. Lucius motioned to the house elf who was tending the fire.
"Firewhisky Tammy." He said quietly, staring at the fire.
She grabbed the bottle from across the room along with a glass and poured him 3 fingers.
"Fill it up and leave the bottle."
She complied and placed the bottle on the table.
"Tammy, I'll take a glass too," Narcissa whispered.
Tammy dashed across the room for another glass, filling it for Narcissa.
Giving a low bow she disapperated back to the kitchens where all the house elves were seated on the floor, listening to Draco's screams echo through the house.
Lucius stood up and proceeded to pace in front of the fire as his son's earsplitting screams filled the house. Narcissa clutched her glass, then raised it to her lips, knocking it back. She picked up the bottle and refilled her glass.
The screams stopped.
Draco stared at himself in the mirror. His clothes were in tatters on the ground and before him bathed in the moonlight stood a great white wolf. He paced in front of the mirror, the wolf mimicking his movements.
He sat back on his haunches, and lifted his head, releasing a chilling howling at the moon. The grounds went silent as Draco's howl permeated the air.
Narcissa gripped her glass so tightly is shattered in her hands. The security trolls looked over to the manor and grunted at each other. The elves shuttered and moved closer to one another. Lucius went to the fireplace and clutched onto the shelf, trying to calm his racing heart.
It was his fault after all. If only he hadn't failed. It was his fault that his son was upstairs howling at the moon as a creature of the night.
It was all of Lucius' fault and there was nothing that could be done about it.
He gripped the edge until the brick dug into his hand making it bleed. Narcissa sat with glass in her lap, staring blankly at the wall.
The howls ceased and an eerie silence filled the air until the wildlife around the manor burst back into life. It was as if the bugs and the bunnies were talking about the big bad wolf locked in the manor.
Draco found himself returning to his bed.
He curled up on his bed and prayed for the sun to return.
******* Getting to this! Before the question "Harry got in trouble for underage magic, why is Draco getting away with practicing the Obliviate spell." This is a superficial law. The ministry can't detect underage magic at residences with more than one adult witch/wizard. I believe Joanne has discussed this at one point. The Weasleys are a law abiding family who raise their children with a different set of morals than the Malfoys. The Malfoys are pretentious and believe that they are above the law. Even if the Ministry detected Draco's magic use over his parents and all the magic of the house, Lucius Malfoy can made that problem disappear. Money talks, bullshit walks.
To the guest reviewer, yes this is set before 3rd year, I plan on taking it all the way to Deathly Hallows (and beyond a bit). And thank your for the tenses comment. I need to watch that until I get a Beta to help me.
Obviously this is all set up, important backstory, and what not, the next chapter will be a filler, but then we'll be at Hogwarts! YEAH!
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