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Chapter 3

Remus glanced at Draco's shoulder. It was almost healed and all that was left was a faint pink scar that stood out against the normally pale skin. Draco also glanced down and blinked, surprised. He touched the line gently, almost expecting it to cause him agony and was surprised, again when it didn't. He looked back up at Lupin confused.

"Why has it healed so quickly?" He frowned.

Remus smiled knowingly. "I'm not quite sure, but when we are in our natural habitat, we heal at abnormally fast rates. We feel calm in our territory, which relaxes our wolven selves. But yours," He said touching the scar. "Has healed much quicker than usual, even for our kind. I wonder why that is?"

Draco smiled back faintly. He had been wondering why they where still in the forest. His curiosity had been driving him mad for about half an hour. He didn't want to burst the deliciously peaceful bubble they were in but it didn't disappear. He sighed blissfully and closed his eyes. He didn't see Lupins smirk and neither did he have to.

They sat in the clearing for little while before Remus stood up abruptly. Draco stared at him through half opened eyes.

"What's wrong?" He said sleepily.

Remus smiled again. "Nothings wrong." Then he frowned. "At least not at the moment. We have to go now. It's not safe here at night. You know that. At least not while we are humans. Its time we left."

Draco looked up at the darkening sky. How long had they been there? It seemed strange that it felt like only a moment ago he was attacked by a werewolf. He suddenly realised that he had no idea where he was going. He turned to Remus with a questioning look.

Remus cleared is throat. "I cannot say. Its not that I don't want to." He added quickly. "It's just not my place to."

Draco nodded understandingly as the unexplainable anger washed away. He was confused again. And he never liked feeling confused. He likes to know where he stood on things. His future. His entire life. Now everything had changed.

Draco was about to ask about it when suddenly Lupin grabbed his arm. Then the uncomfortable feeling of being squeezed through a tight tube shot through his entire body. He sucked air into his mouth quickly and the neutral air of the summer night greeted him.

It was only then that he took in his surroundings, he noticed the shabby neighbourhood he was currently in.

The walls on the houses were coal black and dirty. Grimy windows seemed to be the only source of daylight for the poor families that lived there. He could hear (with his new sensitive hearing) the sound of a cat hissing at rats scuttling by. He turned his attention back to houses, the doors to them were pitch black but were scratched and dishevelled.

He jumped slightly when Remus pulled his arm gently so he would start walking. He kept up with his steady pace until suddenly he stopped in front of the middle of houses thirteen and eleven. Draco glanced around warily, expecting some sort of dark creature to materialise in front of him. Then, something entirely different materialised.

Well. Not exactly.

It seemed more like a giant squeeze in-between the houses themselves. During the final stages of the pushing object Draco realised it was another house. A house was quite literally growing out of no where. No matter what he had seen, magic still amazed him in ways he didn't think possible.

As He watched in fascination, the house finally stopped, and remained stationary between the other houses. Neither occupants noticed shift. Draco stared bewilderedly at the 'new' house.

It was mostly the same as the others. Except the door was a smooth, polished black. The handle was also different. A silver poised snake glared up at him from its position. He could tell instantly that this was a slytherin or purebloods home. He seriously doubted Lupins ability at making friends at this point.

Receiving another little nudge from Lupin, they made their way over to the door. Lupin took out his wand and pointed it at the snake. He muttered a spell under his breath then the door opened by itself. Remus gave Draco a reassuring smile before entering.

Draco took a deep breath before following his fellow werewolf.

The door swung shut as soon as he had entered. He heard the soft metallic clicks of the door locking itself once again.

He squinted his eyes but he could see nothing but darkness. And werewolves were supposed to have good night vision. He snorted at the thought. So much for that.

He twisted his head when he heard the light breaths of Lupin. He was going to ask him what was going on but the eerie darkness stopped him. He didn't know why. He just had a feeling deep in his gut that he shouldn't say a word. Who know what lay in this hall?

He cocked his head to the side when he heard low murmuring coming from a separate room. It sounded like an argument but he couldn't quite pick up on what they were saying.

He was about to walk towards the source of the disturbance when suddenly candle's flickered to life to light a narrow corridor. Draco wrinkled his nose, disgusted at the sight on the walls. From his angle he could see house-elf heads mounted on a wall leading up to the staircase. He could see thin curtains hanging on the wall but there appeared to be no window. He was about to step towards it when a hand held him back.

"Stop Draco. I'd advise you never to pull those curtains open. Or to raise your voice in this hallway. I'll explain later." Remus whispered.

Draco nodded. He had seen his fair share of dark artefacts and knew that none where anything good to just stumble upon. He didn't know what it was but he was sure it was nothing good.

Remus gave him a grimace of a smile before taking his arm once more and pulling him towards the door where the voices were coming from.

He paused outside the door and turned to face Draco. "Stay here." He commanded. "I doubt very much you would be conscious if you just walked in there unannounced."

With that, he opened the door swiftly and closed it just as fast.

Draco sighed and leaned gingerly against the wall. He had a feeling that this was the 'order' that his father was always droning on about. His father always got angry when he thought about the order and of course, his frustration was let loose on Draco. He didn't always say that was why he was angry. Draco shuddered as a sudden flood of memories came to life behind his eyes. Before he knew it, his mind suddenly fixated on the most painful one.

He was walking the dark marble floors towards the parlour. Lucius had sent a house elf to tell him to come there. Draco was sweating lightly. Whenever his father sent for him this late it never meant anything good. And he knew better than to keep him waiting.

He stopped in front of a rich, mahogany door to his left. Taking a deep breath, he grasped the cold, bronze handle and pushed it slowly inward as he walked with it…

"Draco." Lucius said in a cold tone. "Come here. I wish to speak some matters with you."

Draco gulped but masked his fear from his father. He knew better than to show weakness.

He walked calmly over to a black leather chair and sat down. Years of coming here and sitting in the same chair had gave him some experience on what to expect. But lately things had changed slightly.

Whenever Lucius called on him, he had always drunk about two full bottles of a Scottish drink called whisky. He had taken a liking to the vile stuff when they visited an equally vile man. Lucius became addicted. Never was there a night when he did not drink.

But recently, his father began to beat him sober.

Draco had been confused by this at the time. Drunk, his father was horrific. Sober…There weren't even words to describe the danger of the situation.

He was brought out of his silent contemplation as his father began to speak. He spoke quietly but his words spoke great volumes.

"You have disappointed me Draco."

Draco stared at Lucius with neutral eyes. He knew better than to speak until asked a direct question. But in his head questions were whizzing at top speed. This was very unusual, even for Lucius. He never told Draco he was disappointed in him until after the beating. Something had changed in the mans eyes. Before, they were filled with malicious intent but now the pale gray eyes were completely devoid of emotion. What had turned his father so cold?

"You do not deserve to be a Malfoy. You do not deserve to serve the Dark Lord. Do you know why that is?"

Draco shook his head before answering. "No Father. I do not."

Lucius leaned over and backhanded him. "Of course you don't you ignorant child." He hissed, yet his voice still held no emotion. "You do not deserve it because you are weak! You allow yourself to be manipulated by orders outside our own. And I will NOT allow it!"

Within seconds, Lucius leaped at Draco and crushed him to the floor. "Incarcerous." Lucius muttered, and Draco felt the familiar crushing of invisible rope tightening his limbs together.

"Its high time that I give you a proper lesson." He said, and as Draco watched his father with hidden fear, he began his so-called lesson...

As Remus entered the room, every person stopped talking. They stared at him before shooting questions at him.

"What dark creatures are in their forest?"

"Did anyone see you?"

"Do they keep werewolves and dragons like the rumours say?"

Remus held up a weary hand which stopped the babbling instantly. He sighed. He hoped he could help Draco but would the others understand?

He concentrated on what he was about to say before carefully answering. "I will answer your questions in turn in a few moments. But I'm afraid something unexpected and horrible thing has happened. Please do not interrupt until I'm finished."

Everyone was watching him intently by this point. He could see confusion on many faces but choose to ignore them. Instead, he turned and faced Albus Dumbledore. A man he had always trusted and could rely on when no one else did. He took a deep breath before uttering the words he hoped would never have to leave is mouth.

"I have turned someone into a werewolf."

As he expected, to room was an uproar. Everyone was shouting over each other and some were even giving him disgusted looks. He looked at Albus in shame expecting the same disgust but his expression was unreadable. Albus held up his hand to silence the order like Remus had done before. There was still some low mutterings but not so loud that you couldn't speak over them.

Albus looked him straight in the eye and asked him the most important question.

"Who have you turned my dear friend?" He asked kindly.

"Draco Malfoy." Remus took a deep breath, waiting for the next outburst. But it never came. He looked around the room, confused. But all he saw was slowly spreading smiles on some faces.

Remus frowned, he didn't have to be a legilimens to know what they were thinking.

The next person who spoke was Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Where is the boy?" He said in a slow, deep voice.

"Right out there." A ruff voice said. "And from the looks of things he's having convulsions."

With a quick dart of his eyes, he recognised the person as Mad Eye Moody. Knowing he wouldn't lie about such a thing, Remus quickly opened the door and ran to Draco's side. He frantically checked his pupils, which were dilating with every passing second.

"Albus!" He shouted.

Dumbledore was there in a flash. He cast a quick spell on Draco and his eyes widened.

"Remus, we have to render him unconscious. If we do not, I fear to think what would happen to him."

Remus nodded and watched as Albus whipped out his wand from his midnight blue robes. He murmured a spell and a white/blue colour shot out of it. Draco instantly relaxed and eyes fluttered shut.

"Poor boy." Albus said sadly as he brushed stray hair from his forehead. "Whatever was happening to him, it must have been truly horrible to have caused such a thing."

Remus looked at Draco with worried eyes. He knew about how awful Lucius had treated him but did it really come to this extent?

Remus heard a loud gasp from the stairway, he looked up and was surprised to see a shocked Ginny Weasley. Before he could stop her, she was on her knees next to them and staring at Draco with wide eyes.

"What happened to him?" She asked in a whisper.

Remus shifted uncomfortably as he noticed her gaze had shifted to the almost invisible claw marks. He decided to pretend that it wasn't what she was talking about and said quietly.

"We aren't quite sure yet. Mad Eye could see him having convulsions from inside the kitchen. We rushed out as soon as we could and cast the spell on him."

"Why is he here?"

Remus sighed in relief that she had forgotten about the scars. "I'm afraid I cannot tell you at the moment, Ginny. We have to get Draco to the nearest room possible. Could you Floo Madam Pomfrey and tell her to come as quickly as possible?"

Ginny nodded and stood up to leave. She took one last glance at Draco before nudging her way through the crowd that had gathered at the door to get to the fireplace.

Remus felt himself being pushed carefully aside by Severus Snape. "I shall take my godson upstairs if you don't mind" He said smoothly. "Please refrain yourself from biting anyone who I might actually care for while I'm gone." And with that, he bent down to pick Draco up. He gave Remus a venomous glare before heading for the stairs in silence.

Remus sighed once more. Yet another reason for Snape to hate him. Not that he could blame the man. He was sure that he would be having the exact same reaction if he was in his place.

"Remus." Dumbledore said softly. "I think you and I should come back to my office. To discuss this situation in more detail."

Remus nodded and followed Albus in the same direction Ginny had just taken. One they reached the fireplace, the flames flashed bright green before a ruffled Madam Pomfrey bustled out with Ginny following behind.

"Albus. What on earth is there that would require you to send for me at this time of night?" She said a little breathlessly.

"I apologise Poppy. But a student has seemed to have suffered from a traumatic experience or memory a mere few moments ago. I believe you will find him with Professor Snape in one of the upstairs bedrooms." He said gravely.

Poppy's eyes quickly went from irritated to shocked. Without hesitation, she hurried out the kitchen and Ginny once again followed.

Albus gestured towards the Floo Powder. "After you Remus." He said.

Remus walked over to the fireplace. He picked up some Floo Powder and stepped inside the fireplace. "Dumbledore's office!" He cried. And watched as the kitchen dissapeared into bright emerlad flames...

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