Disclaimer: I own nothing! All of the Harry Potter gang belongs to JKR and the markings under each eye of the "chosen" were inspired by KayFedewa, the most wonderful artist! Lol, but the idea for the "weapons of war" in this instance is mine, so no one take it, please?
Warnings: Slash/Yaoi/BL (between Harry and Draco, Harry being the topper, don't know who else other than them), Rating may change, some swear words, British slang later on (but I'll inform you on what they said).
Now Beta'd bythe wonderful ScreamForSOH, so go give her props cause I'll admit I'm not the best writer in the world and I make LOTS of mistakes, so she's in for a real treat.
Chapter Two: This is what's going on….
Draco panted as he paused in his journey to Hogwarts, still hearing something that wasn't really there.
Ever since he had left the Forest surrounding Malfoy Manor, he had been hearing a reassuring call come from ahead of him. There were two, in fact, but they both seemed excited about something and were rushing towards him. Three times already, Draco had altered his path, hoping to loose whoever was coming for him, only to find that as soon as he changed paths that they righted themselves and picked up speed.
"Shut it, Swiftpaw! I'm trying to keep up!"
The voice ahead made Draco still completely, before scrambling to hide somewhere; anywhere! These were the owners of the reassuring call!
"Raid, shush! He's here…"
Behind a large tree Draco watched as two wolves suddenly burst into the clearing by the waters edge.
They were normal by wolf standards, about thirty inches long and a hundred pounds, at least, fully grown. They had bright red fur with white bellies, but black legs and the tips of their tails were black as well. This seemed to be normal, but then Draco noticed strange markings around their eyes. One had vertical triangles under each eye, the larger half closer to the muzzle, and it was bright blue. While the other one had four squares under each eye that was green.
"FOUND HIM!!"
Suddenly Draco felt himself knocked to the ground and an added extra weight on top of him. The air being knocked out of his body, Draco could do nothing but lay there as the two wolves circled him.
"Wow, he's actually gray…and white…isn't that rare for a wolf?" The one with the green squares asked, his mouth moving in a strange way since he didn't have any lips.
The other nodded, then decided to introduce themselves, "Hi, I'm Swiftpaw, and this is my twin brother—Raid…Are you--"
"---alright?" The other, Raid, finished for the other wolf.
Shakily Draco got to his paws, looking down and nodded. "You can talk…I must be going insane." Then he gave a little laugh.
The two other wolves looked at each other, than started laughing.
Draco let out a loud growl, "What are you laughing at?!"
"You!" the two continued to laugh, only stopping when they heard the other's growl in warning.
A wave of dizziness made Draco lay back down, not noticing that the other two wolves also lay down in front of him.
"We bet---"
"—you want----"
"---answers, don't you?"
Pale ears lowered down upon Draco's head, the only sign that he was annoyed. "Only if you stop talking like that…and explain everything, especially why I'm talking and so are you but we're animals."
The two other wolves once again exchanged a secret look before facing the other. "Ok, we agree." The one called Swiftpaw said, scooting closer to Draco, "I'll go first. Our real, human names are Fred and George Weasley."
"But our pack names are Swiftpaw and Raid…the Hunters." Raid said, also scooting closer. "See, when we were younger, we were kidnapped----"
And most of that night was spent that way, the two new arrivals telling Draco the story of how these "crazy old mad coots" (in the twins words exactly) had gotten these ideas to kidnap children from homes and conducted experiments on them to turn them into weapons of war. They told Draco about how Dumbledore had found out what they were doing and put a stop to it, but not before one pack was established, a pack of seven.
These weapons that were really children would have enhanced strength, senses, agility, and overall magical prowess. They would even have special rankings as a wolf pack does, once all gathered. The Children, as Dumbledore often called them, would have the ability to change their bodies into a wolf with unusual markings (i.e. the eyes and signs under each eye). This was to enable those unmarked to recognize the Children better and no glamour would be able to change their appearance to hide these markings.
Fred and George were the firsts to change and come into this "inheritance". Draco, unfortunately, was the third (assuming you count both Fred and George as individuals). Now there were only four others to change, then they would be a proper pack and would be able to set up the tribal system properly, as they were designed to.
"So…in other words, these mad arseholes decide that the world needed proper weapons of mass destruction and decided to randomly kidnap children and turn them into fighting machines of said mass destruction?" Draco asked, feeling slightly better now that he had rested a bit.
The two other wolves nodded, "Sucks for us, doesn't it?" They asked at the same time.
Draco looked at their markings and eyes, "Is that water still?"
Raid, who was closest to the said water, looked over, "Somewhat….why?"
"I want to see my markings, my curse seal." Draco got up on four legs and trotted over to the bank of the river, looking down into the mirror-like surface.
His markings seemed simple enough. Three vertical angry purple slashes under each eye, something that he thought any Child would have, but his eyes were strange. By the looks of Swiftpaw and Raid, their actual irises were lighter then the "white's" of their eyes, but for Draco it was the opposite. He still had his silver grey eyes, but instead of whites he had a royal blue. It may be that the grey of his eyes were just duller, but his irises actually looked darker then the blue.
So many questions were going through Draco's head as he stared at himself in the waters, noticing that the fur on his angled head, in between his ears, was longer and threatening to fall into his eyes… he'd have to fix that later. He looked to be a smaller type of wolf, only twenty seven inches long and seemingly light weight. His ears were light grey with dark grey tips that seemed overly large for his wolf head. His muzzle was long, and angular, perfect for speed, and his neck fur was lean and white.
"How do I change back?" He finally asked the two others present, who were sitting a few paces behind him.
"For us it was hunger, we couldn't stand being on wolf eating habits for long---so we forced it." One said, which one Draco didn't know because he wasn't looking at them, "But it may be different for you."
Draco gave a noise in the back of his throat, accepting the answer, but continued to look at himself. He mentally went over some of the questions that had been plaguing him and they're answers.
What was happening to him? The answer was that he was turning into a weapon of mass destruction for a war that was already over.
Why on his birthday? It happened on his birthday because that was how those stupid mad scientists designed it to be.
What was that calling? The calling had really been fellow "Children's" scent that he had been following.
Why was he being followed? It had been Swiftpaw (Fred) and Raid (George) coming to meet him half way from Hogwarts, where they had been waiting for the next of their pack; their new family.
Why did he feel stronger? That was the desired effect that was so sought after during his time being experimented on.
Why did he believe them? Fred and George were Weasels, who was apart of a family that had been feuding with the Malfoy's for thousands of years, why should he trust them? What if they were lying and he was just having a terrible dream? That couldn't be happening because he had felt pain when he got the wind knocked out of him when Swiftpaw landed on him. Plus they weren't Fred and George Weasley in their wolf forms, they were Swiftpaw and Raid—Hunters of the pack. And he was apart of the pack too, he just didn't know his position, and wolves never betrayed the pack. The pack was family; you didn't need to know much about wolves to figure this out.
So that was why he believed them, because he didn't have anything else to believe.
What happens now?
That was one of the many questions that still needed answers, but at least he knew what he had to do to get that question at least started.
"Where to?" Draco sat up and angled his wolf body so he was facing the way he had been going, where the two had appeared.
Raid looked up at the small grey wolf, "We go back to Hogwarts and inform Dumbledore that we found you…then we start training."
Silently the blonde nodded, moving steadily away from the bank and clearing, noticing that the two timber wolves moved so they flanked him.
End Chapter 2
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