Chapter Three: Nightmares and the Laws of Idiots.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or anything in relation to the books. Hell I'm not even going to say the plot is mine! Just remember I'm a poor college student who lives of her parents and makes minimum wage at a low class job. I've got nothing you would want so don't sue!
Author's Note:
Here is the third chapter! I just got off of work and so I'm really tired! I already have the beginning of chapter four. Hopefully it will be out in the coming week. Don't hold me to that though! LOL I'm going to bed now. Thank you to all my reviewers. I'm sorry that I can't thank you individually right now. Also I'm sorry for the short chapter, but this seemed like a good place to stop. Don't worry everyone; you'll understand what creature they are pretty soon. Please, bare with me as this story is progressing much more slowly than I originally planned. Everything will be explained in the next two chapters… hopefully! LOL I love you all! R&R
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There was darkness everywhere; a blackened abyss that threatened to swallow him whole. He was the only being around, and no matter where he walked that never changed.
"Is anyone there?" Harry whispered. In response a swirl of wind picked up around him, hitting his face and gliding down his shoulders and arms. Harry could feel its little kisses as it glided over his skin, and when it touched that same leathery flesh replaced his own. It was then that he realized he was naked.
Harry tried to cover himself as he watched in horror at the steel grey scale take over the top half of his lower arms, and hands. He began to hyperventilate. What was happening? He didn't want this… whatever was happening to him! What…
The kisses abruptly stopped and immediately their presence was replaced by what felt like daggers. One dagger kissed deep patterns into his shoulder blades; going back and forth over mangled flesh; while two more were happy to kiss the tips of his fingers severing the ends in the process. He screamed and it seemed that the world screamed with him in a sound that could drive men mad, and yet all he could do was cry; sanity intact.
As soon as it started it ended, and Harry found himself stomach down parallel to the ground. From his position he could see his lower arms covered in a pattern of leathery scales with blue grey talons stretching out of where his finger tips used to be. Warmth flowed down his back and shoulders, pooling between his outstretched arms; blood.
Harry tried to push upwards, but he found the task more trying than he thought. The pain in his back; not unlike the crutatius curse; impeded his movement, but there was more to it than just the pain. Large leathery wings; that matched his talons in color; fanned out over his back and lower regions and effectively pinned him to the floor. They dripped with his warm blood and timidly flapped a cool breeze on Harry's shaking body. The transformation had weakened him and after so many tries he climbed to his hands and knees; only to fall again into a dead faint.
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The room was dark and oddly quiet. Rats scurried into the backs of their cages, owls hooted, and cats glare at him; their eyes shining in the dim light projecting through the opening door. Draco stepped inside immediately noticing the enticing aroma grow stronger. .It fueled a sense of calm through out the room; sorrowful though it was. As he walked in he barely noticed the animal's passiveness as the smell grew stronger and how some were lulled by it into sleep. He noticed them as much as then noticed him.
The overwhelming sense of calm pervaded into his mind as well, but with being a Malfoy he simply shook it off with virtual ease. He'd come here to find something, not to meditate. Looking around no visible persons occupied the room; that scent however, told otherwise.
A scrapping sound drove him to peek over a large crate and freeze. Blood was everywhere and under it all he could see gentle wings flapping and claws clicking together every so often.
Draco could only stare; here was a newly transformed sub, alone, in the creature compartment… The Creature Compartment! Draco's face twisted in anger. How dare they do that to his kind! Someone's head would role for this disrespect! He snarled startling some of the owls out of their peaceful slumbers. His appearance changed with the anger; his finger nails and incisors lengthened to sharp points, his skin turned to black scales, and ebony slashes appeared below his eyes and traced his jaw line. To anyone on the outside he was a frightening beast hunched over with narrowed eyes, just waiting to kill.
Draco tried to calm himself down and think more about the problem at hand. In his current state the sub could not stay here. If the ministry found out they would kill him in accordance to the breeding laws their kind.
"As a protection to the wizarding world no Nyalger would be allowed to reproduce while living out of captivity." That was only one of the laws placed down against them, but it was the worst. To enforce this law they had gone to many lengths, but the most recent was to capture any Nyalgi they could and kill off all subs leaving only a minimal amount to actually keep the species alive. It was sick. Thankfully, Draco was only a half-breed allowing him to blend into society, much like the rest of his family.
Making up his mind Draco stalked towards the sub. He could feel the effect of the pheromones wafting from the sub, and successfully repressed the urge to dominate which lay right below the surface of his control. Standing over the sleeping male Draco brushed his clawed hand through unruly hair, and tilted the face of a potential mate.
The face was that of someone familiar. Rage boiled just behind a cold mask at that face that brought so many unhappy memories. Draco sneered down at Harry Potter a submissive Nyalger.
Draco wanted to leave right then; to let the stupid prat sit and be slaughtered by the ministry of bigotry and misplaced prejudices. Even as the thought crossed his mind, Draco knew he couldn't do that. He wanted Harry dead sure, but not in that way. Plus his Nyalger side would not leave an un-bonded submissive alone in a world of wizards.
With a heavy sigh and the role of his eyes; Draco effortlessly pick Harry up and began leaving the creature compartment. The ringing (which had never ended) immediately changed tunes; from one of sorrow to happy harmony and Harry shifted in Draco's arms. He leaned his head on a broad chest and wriggled around so much that Draco's earlier problem became much more pressing.