Chapter 13: Mudbloods, Weasels, and Lies

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!

Authors Note:

This has been long and coming… With in the last month I've taken grueling exams, finished some rather tricky courses, and gotten strep throat… Witch is a current affliction… unfortunately. I'd like to give a shout out to my wonderful beta whom has been a great help with this story. Hopefully I'll actually be able to update the original unbeta-d version with the beta-d version. So Thank You Tori! ( Look… underlines… bold…. Italicized…)

Hey I'm thinking of another story… another Drarry so to speak…

It involves long lost rich Potter relatives, evil manipulative head masters, dominate harry, arranged marriges, and an unwilling bridal chamber…. For Draco…

How many of my lovely reviews would give it a shot if I actually posted it?

R&R

Review Responses:

Siri02 – Harry will faze back and forth through out the fic (or until I can find a happy middle ) He's fighting both sides of his personality as you'll see in this chapter briefly. His fire will not be erased, but sometimes it has to take a break. lol you'll see what I mean later on.

Mind –I like people who are paying attention! Muahahahahahah!

SensiblyTainted – Can you hear that? Manic laughter BTW I've got some more beta-d chapters for you… I'll send 'em when I can…. Chapter 2 was nearly perfect.

moony103 – Thank you. And don't worry about your English it is so much better than what I hear on the corners…

Catri Howlman-Carthaki spy –Your going to get a lot more Drarry spats. This I promise! They are a very important aspect of the whole 'rivals' thing!

fragonknight01 – "Poor Draco?" I don't think he would like those to words in a sentence together… (lol) but I guess you could. I don't however think you'll be saying that later. Heh heh heh…

The halls were a blur as he streaked passed them. His only instinct was to run, but his consciousness screamed at him; running only lead to pain, after all. He'd learned that at a very young age. Harry slowed his sprint as his mind began to tear him apart. He'd never realized his proximity to the Gryffindor dorms, nor did he realize that his fangs and claws were now protruding outwards thanks to his earlier Malfoy confrontation minutes before.

He grasped his head and raked his claws down the side of his face. Two different sides of his personality were gnawing at him—trying to get his to do their own agendas. It was maddening. He could almost feel himself sinking in to insanity when from the blur around him two masses of color came into his line of sight.

"Harry? Harry, are you alright?" He gave the brown mass a tentative shake of the head. He wasn't really sure or not. On one hand he'd be happy to skip back to Draco and bask in the dominant's presence, but his other have—the human half—told him going back would lead only to pain and suffering.

A hand touched his shoulder. "Don't touch me!" His voice echoed through out the corridor, and he panicked—wondering if he'd finally begun to go mad. However, the madness receded as the voices faded; returning the world to its former, detailed state. Before him stood Hermione and Ron, both with the worried faces they always seemed to sport in his presence these day. It had been Hermione who had touched him—if her scandalized stance was anything to go by.

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry. I…I forgot about the bond. I haven't had a chance to read about them in depth but, I remember this paragraph about them that said…" Harry stared not quite understanding what she was saying in the slightest, until finally tuning her out and turning to the red headed one. Ron in turn rolled his eyes at the babbling know- it- all.

"I've been saying it since first year. She's completely and utterly menta… Ow! What was that for!" Ron turned to his g …friend.

"You're being mean Ronald." Harry smiled at the odd couple. They were familiar; a comfortable presence in the chaotic world. Very predictable… he liked that about them. There was no real worry that harm would befall his person while they were together. He relaxed them in font of them… bringing his clawed to run through his tussled locks. He smiled at them until noticing they weren't looking at him, but rather at his hand running through his hair.

"What?" he asked stupidly. In their presence he forgot what had happened in the last couple of days. He'd forgotten what he was and his place that stemmed from that fact.

"You're not really bonded to Malfoy are you, Harry?" Surprisingly this came from Ron. He looked at his best friend and made a noncommittal gesture. Harry gave them an odd look before noticing that it wasn't just his fingers raking over his scalp.

He brought his hand down and glared at it before answering." I don't really understand what is going, to be honest. I…It all happened really fast. The situation hasn't really sunk in yet… I guess."

"Well the corridor is no where for this conversation to be held. Really, anyone could waltz around the corner at anytime, and I'm assuming that this is not something you want over heard." Harry nodded at the bushy haired witch who in turn began marching down the hallway.

His mind was not truly focused on their destination, instead focusing his thoughts inward vainly trying to come up with a decent excuse involving his problem and more importantly what Dra… Malfoy had to do with it. He could only guess their reactions. Hermione was usually the calm headed one, but with her love of learning she'd no doubt have read everything in the library about Nyalgi. If of course there was anything. That in its self could be a blessing or a curse. On one hand she could see what he was capable of, and realize him for the dark creature he was. On the other she could see he was still Harry… if just with a little more baggage. Hermione could be the curse or the cure all depending on what she had read, but like Draco had said… "You might as well toss that book into the fire. There is nothing in that book but lies and wizarding perspective on how bad Nyalgi are."

Not all the books could be like that one. There had to have been others; ones that showed the Nyalger's perspective, right? If that was true then, why would Snape bother to explain what a book could so much more thoroughly? Was Snape a Nyalger? He seems pretty dominate enough. Would he…?

"Oh God!"

"Harry? Harry what's wrong?" The small Nyalger jumped back to the present only to realize he'd not come close to formulating a plan to evade their incessant questioning. He looked up into Hermione's worried brown eyes.

"It's nothing." He inwardly cringed at her glaring eyes that knew he was lying. He had never been the best at lying after all. "It…It's just this whole situation 'Mione. I'm overwhelmed and I keep slipping up because, I…I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing in the first place. I'm frustrated, confused, and yet strangely… content."

Hermione got close to him as she could with out directly touching him." Shush Harry, you're trying to fight things that you can't control. You should focus on the battles you can win rather than something internal that will hurt you in the long run."

"As always mate she's right." Harry turned his face to Ron who before had stood right inside his peripheral vision. There stood another less logical obstacle. Ron would no doubt have heard of Nyalgi, having come from a line of pureblooded wizards. No doubt he'd have been brainwashed to the ghost stories Snape had spoken about. Add that with his dislike for change and the red-headed temper and it would be a combination for destruction.

"So Harry…" His eyes diverted back to the Gryffindor book worm. "When were you going to tell us that you were a vampire?"

Harry's eyes widened, "I…I...I don't…"

"It's alright Harry. I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell anyone. After all Vampires aren't favored in good light…not that I really think they ever were…" Hermione spaced out for a second as if mentally rereading the thousands of books she'd read on the subject. "It doesn't matter anyway Harry because, both Ron and I support you and your newly found heritage," She announced smiling.

"We…What do you mean…we? Hermione he's… he's…"

"…In the same position as Professor Lupin, Ronald!" Hermione leveled a glare in his direction. "…And I didn't see you making such a big deal over that!"

"No that was you!" Ron pointed an accusatory finger at the bristling witch.

"Guys. Guys, stop it's fine… just leave it alone, alright. I'll just go…" Back to Draco? "…Somewhere."

"Wait! Harry…." Ron sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "She's right…again. It'll take me a bit to get used to your new…" He made a wild hand gesture. "But I think that I'll be alright with it once I realize you're not going to suck me dry while I sleep. I suppose that's what Malfoy is for anyway right?"

"He's your donor, isn't he? I've read all about them…"

" Er…" It seemed to Harry that lying to his friends was necessary anymore. They could fill in the blanks for him. That idea didn't make him feel anymore secure though, in fact it just made the guilt worse.

"Hermione… Of course you've read about them, Harry's probably read about them, and me? I just don't care. Anything that involves the ferret and Harry isn't something I want to know about! So what do you say we take down this Silencing Charm, go back to the commons, and battle it out on the chess board?" With careful gestures Ron guided Harry from the room leaving a fish mouthed mudblood in their wake.