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AN: Yes, another story, just enjoy.
Prologue
The night was dark and the full moon was hidden, but it didn't stop them from transforming into the dangerous creatures they were made to be. The Aurors decided that it would be best to now patrol and eliminate any of the Lycanthropes they could find lurking out in the night, everyone warned to keep inside because of the danger they provided, yet it didn't stop most from reaching their prey, to devour the adults and scar forever the young ones.
After the war, once the Dark Lord was killed and most of his Death Eaters apprehended, the werewolves who had been kept in captivity had escaped, to the point where they were even starting to make packs and create an actual society, which was becoming more dangerous if not kept leashed as simply one escape and there could be at least three more bitten that very night.
Presently, Auror Weasley was, along with his team of four, tracking down a rather intimidating black werewolf that had started to prowl around the woods that bordered a small wizard community, where once stood the Malfoy Manor, the redhead shivered in remembrance.
"Over there!" shouted Auror Finnigan, out of breath as he had been running for a straight half-hour after the monster.
The other Aurors moved towards where he pointed and closed in on a clearing, where they could hear rustling. Moving closer, they could see the huge creature sniffing around the ground, circling around a rock. And, to their horror, atop the rock, sat someone, covered with a cloak, the hood pulled up to hide their face and hair, seeming to be unaware of the danger that was as their feet as they did not follow the progression of the werewolf.
One of the Aurors, no doubt Brown, moved a bit and happened to make a branch crack. Because of the silence there was just before the noise, it bounced off from the trees and made quite the echo, attracting the attention of not only the werewolf, but from the stranger upon the rock.
"Who's there?" called the stranger, voice definitely male and sounding secure in its safety.
The werewolf looked back at the man and that's when the Aurors attacked, not wanting the innocent bystander to be the next victim. The werewolf was first hit by Auror Weasley, the redhead sending it a stinging hex. The beast turned to him and made it about halfway before Auror Boot's jelly leg hex slammed into its side. Letting out a roar, it back off, back legs not working for a few minutes as it tried to drag itself towards the rock, no doubt to shake off the effect of the incantation.
Moving in closer, and seeing as the bystander was still present atop the safety ground of the creature, the Aurors all prepared containment spells when the bystander suddenly jumped down by the werewolf, the beast letting out a snarl and snapping its jaws at the sudden movement.
"Sir! Watch out-"
"Stop it, Scar!" ordered the man.
To all of their surprise, the werewolf lay down and let out a whimper, the man moving to the werewolf's side and passing his hands in the soft looking fur.
"Sir, be careful! That is-"
Ronald Weasley stopped talking as the man stood up and pulled back his hood, the cloak actually looking too big on him, as if it was meant for a more muscular and taller individual rather than the lean and only five foot ten platinum blond man. And his reason for stopping talking happened to be that that familiar hair along with those silver-grey eyes could only belong to one person that he knew was their age; one Draconis Malfoy.
"That is a puppy? A teddy bear? Still my beating heart, could it be a werewolf by chance?" asked sarcastically the blond as he leaned back on the creature, who looked to be as docile as the next household pet. "I was not born in the last century, Weasley. I know exactly what Scar is. Now, would you care to tell me why you were hunting him down, hmm?"
"But…how is this possible? I thought all werewolves were dangerous during the full moon," whispered Auror Bones.
The werewolf made as if to stand as it started to growl, but Malfoy placed a hand atop its head and it went back to licking its paws.
"As most of you may have never listened in Defense Against the Dark Arts or in Potions; those affected by Lycanthropy can easily be subdued either by their pack mates or by being given the Wolf's banes potion. As I am an expert potion brewer, I'll leave you off with those clues, Susan Bones," he sneered.
Susan had the good grace to be embarrassed as she took in the scolding from the blond. No doubt he was still sour about what had occurred during the war, seeing as he had been almost killed by at least half of this group's members because of their stupidity that managed to oust him as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix.
All they knew was that the blond had gone missing from the battle field after his demise and that he was only seen once after the end of the war and it was to attend to the commemoration of those who had fought in the war, given a medal that he actually left there on the stand saying simply that he did not deserve it and the true owner would never receive it as they were now imprisoned in Azkaban.
Not a day later, Severus Snape was let out of the prison and given a healthy compensation for his mistreatment, yet the blond simply did not appear after that anywhere, not that many cared as they were more busy trying to find out where Harry Potter, the Savior of the Wizard World also disappeared the next day.
Everyone knew he was still alive, as he sent those he held dearly in his heart birthday cards and Christmas gifts, but neither hide nor hair was seen from the young man, much less a shadow.
"Why are you out here, Malfoy?" asked Finnigan, curious as to why the blond would not only be around a dangerous monster, but also out at night during the middle of Autumn.
"Well, Scar here needed to take a walk and my mother so happens to be living close by, so why not kill two griffons with one lance and be out here causing you panic?" he answered so mockingly it made their hackles rise in contempt.
"What about other werewolves? Aren't you scared to get attacked?" asked Lavender Brown, biting her bottom lip.
"Why should I be? This ugly beast should be enough protection, not to mention that a simple Notice-Me-Not charm out to direct it off if I don't move too much or make any sound. Please tell me you at least know that it only takes that childish spell to save yourself from a biting," he sighed in exasperation.
The Aurors all shifted from one foot to the other. It was clear by the silence that they had not known. Malfoy shook his head and leaned back against the side of the huge werewolf, whom was sitting down now and sniffing at the blonde's cloak, nosing it gently.
Weasley suddenly frowned as he noticed that Malfoy had not looked at any of them in the eye, making him wonder what was wrong with him. He remembered how the blond would always gloat a victory by staring them down directly, yet at the moment, he seemed to be staring off into nothing. Getting a bit daring, the redhead moved his wand around, making sparks fly from it.
It got everyone's attention, even the werewolf's, but Malfoy never looked his way.
"I may be blind Weasley, but I am not deaf, so please cease acting like an idiot or I might just let Scar take a bite out of you."
They all gasped, none having known the proud wizard had been handicapped as such. And now that they knew, they could tell the signs. He always kept a hand on the werewolf and his eyes were focused on nothing at all, not to mention he seemed to be tilting his head to the side a bit, as if to make sure he caught every sound. It made them also realize he must have one heck of a memory if he could recognize them all only by hearing their voices.
"But, you were fine, after the war. The medi-witch said you were a hundred percent healthy," voiced Seamus.
"Tch, I told that old wench to say that."
"But…what about during the ceremony? You were able to walk around as if you were perfectly fine," pointed out Ron.
Malfoy rolled his eyes, moving forward a bit and letting the werewolf start sniffing around the rock again. The Aurors all watched closely, the blond talking once more.
"I still had a minimum of my vision then. I lost the rest not a week later. As for how I walked as if I were fine, my mother was at my arm the whole time, was she not? I simply had to follow her lead," he sneered at them.
They could only stare at him with shock. Never had they thought that the blond aristocrat would ever let himself be led by anyone. Soon enough, the werewolf caught their attention once more as it came back with a rabbit in its jaws. It bumped its head against Malfoy's thigh and gave a slight crooning noise.
"Hmm, good boy. You finally found it. Now, eat up before the sun rises Scar."
With a certain gusto, the werewolf took two bites out of the rabbit and it was simply gone, never to been identified again.
"Why was he looking for it? I mean, shouldn't he be sleepy by now?" asked Lavender.
"Because it was his midnight snack and we have already rested earlier. It also keeps him occupied to look for it."
They were all surprised with the ease that Malfoy had with the beast. Had they found anyone in this situation, they would have thought they were crazy, but they knew for a fact that the blond was quite lucid and actually had a distaste for irregularities, which almost made it surreal that he was here, with a werewolf no less.
"So…married yet, Weasley? Mother has not been keeping me up with the news lately," harassed Malfoy, leaning back once more against the black creature.
"Actually, yeah. Me and Hermione got married last summer and-"
"Hermione and I would be the proper grammar but please, do continue on," sneered Malfoy, making Ron see red a bit before he kept on talking, just to prove to the prat he wasn't getting to him.
"And we are waiting for our first kid now. Only two months before we have a beautiful baby girl."
Malfoy raised a brow and tilted his head to the side.
"Really? And it took the two of you what? Three years? I do understand that at school there wasn't the opportunity to fornicate, but one would think you would have married her once we were out of seventh year and the war was over," he pointed out.
Ron did make a step forward to hit the blond, but the werewolf looked directly at him with Avada Kadavra green eyes and a menacing growl.
"Now, now Scar behave," snickered Malfoy. "The moon should be setting about now, no?"
Only Ron didn't look up to see if the moon was indeed gone from the sky, able to catch how the werewolf suddenly tensed, snarled silently before curling on itself, Malfoy kneeling besides it, yet not close to its head, as if knowing the beast would unconsciously bite out in its pain.
The whimpers and little growls it then let out made the other Aurors pity the creature as it reverted, naked as the day it was born, with smooth tanned skin and shoulder length black hair, shaking as his bones were still shifting with audible pops and scrunching noises.
"Shh, it's all over now. You're alright. Just take deep breaths and relax, Harry," comforted the now human beast Draco.
The Aurors gathered around them were shocked as those green eyes looks at them and the sweaty hair was mattered to that forehead, yet let the lightning bolt scar visible to them.
They had found the missing Harry James Potter.
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