A/N: I am finally back again after the long break during exams! I can finally update more! I'm glad quite a number of you are tuning in to this story, so please do leave your reviews! I thank you endlessly for them!

Sherrithewriter

Bellatrix married Rodolphus after her divorce with Severus. I'll try to slot that into the story somewhere. Thanks for the reminder!

Bluebaby3296

As I've mentioned in one of the previous chapters, Severus is there for the development of the story, but its ultimately a Dramione. It's only while Draco is recounting that Severus appears.

Nalye

Thank you. I'm glad you like this story!

Disclaimer: How I wish I could lie, but I can't. Hence, I admit-Harry Potter and his friends are not mine!

The night was cold. A bristling wind was washing past the grasses, making them rustle. It was silent-a silence that was spine chilling. It was walks like these that might give you goosebumps and numbing thoughts.

This was precisely how Draco was feeling then. Everything that had happened within the last few hours had been in a rush, pressuring him under their speed. And since he finally had some time to think through it all, Draco decided that he might as well do so then. So, Severus was his dad and Bellatrix was his mom. Then how on earth did she manage to marry Rodolphus?

Draco strained his memory. Ah, yes of course-she only married him after he was born. Draco stopped as he felt his dad's hand pressing against his shoulder. He turned to face him with quirked eyebrows.

Severus, who had been walking alongside him had stopped dead in his tracks. There, written on Severus' face, as clear as day, was the fact that they were in peril. "What is it, Dad?" he asked, fear choking his voice and making it come hushed and breathy.

Severus held up a hand, his face becoming stony as he listened intently. He stooped down and felt the ground with his palm flat against it, the tiny thorns pricking at his palm. He could feel vibrations not too far off…

Draco could hear it now too. Something dark and sinister was definitely around. He could hear its stealthy footsteps creeping somewhere behind him. His feet could feel the vibrations around him. He could place this familiar thumping as it walked on its two legs. No, it definitely was not human; it was animal, but an animal like none other. "Dad, its-it's a…"

"Werewolf, Draco" Severus finished.

Quick as a flash, the Draco bent down beside his dad. He was getting disquieted. His breath was coming out in short ragged breaths and his mind was clouding slowly. It was too near for them to run. It would sniff them out if they stayed. "What do we do?" Draco asked.

Severus looked at the ground, not answering. He was just as afraid as Draco, but he knew he had to retain a calm countenance. He took long calming breaths. "We can't stay here, Draco."

"We can't outrun a werewolf!" Draco snapped. He had not meant to, but his life was jeopardy and things changed in that light.

Severus looked at Draco, his obsidian eyes reflecting the soft glow of the full moon, making it look iridescent. "We have no choice, Draco!"

Just at the precise moment, a werewolf crashed through the bushes. Wasting no time at all, Severus grabbed Draco's shoulders and thrust him forward on his feet. He himself shot a curse at random at the werewolf. The curse bounced of the werewolf's thick coat, but confused it for a short while, giving Severus time to pick himself up and run.

Confused with his feet still feeling like jelly beneath him after the sudden impact of getting on his feet, Draco began running. He had no idea where he was running-all he knew was to put as much space between himself and the werewolf. He covered his face with his hands as branches whipped him and pushed wines and branches away the remaining time. His feet ached and his knee was bleeding where harsh bushes had torn them. However, the pure need to save his life kept him going, turning around only to check if Severus was behind him.

Severus himself was not having a better time. The werewolf was close at his tale, its body immune to the pains that Severus was encountering. His cloak itself was tripping him. Magic itself was not an option and sometime during the run, his wand had fallen out of his grasp. Not having the time to get it, Severus had left it for the darkness to claim and the forest to feed on. He knew that any moment now, the werewolf was going to close its grip on his blasted cloak and he was going to die.

Just as these thoughts were awakened in him, he felt a strong grasp on his cloak…

A/N: Ah! A scary end! Hahaha…reviews please. I need at least five to go no, don't I? I love all those who have reviewed so far!