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.
(SIDE NOTE: This chapter has yet to be Beta'd, mainly because I haven't posted for so long and I can't wait any longer! Lol Call me impatient. Anyway, because this isn't Beta'd means that there probably are misspellings and grammar mistakes here or there, please either report them or ignore them. *smiles* Thank you!
And as another side note, I'd like to advertise that I want to get another Beta for this story. ScreamForSOH is amazing, but I want to get another one just in case. So, if anyone is interested, please let me know and we'll work something out.
Now, without further ado….Weapons of War)
Chapter Five: A new family…
Silvercry…the name sounded so natural in his mind, better then "Draco" would ever be.
Silvercry was the name of the wolf, of the pack member. It was the also the name of the pack leader, the Alpha, but he didn't know this at the time, all he knew that his new pack name was Silvercry and that it fit him perfectly. But he needn't be worrying over names at this point in time…right now he had a mission to complete!
The white and gray wolf moved around the grounds of the Pureblood home of one Neville Longbottom. The night was July 30th and according to the files that Dumbledore gave them…Neville should be changing at 10:45, exact.
The twins should be in position around the house—waiting for Silvercry's signal. Swiftpaw was currently by the guest home and Raid was by the near-at-hand forest, making sure nothing was in their way should they need a quick escape.
It was all up to Silvercry now…
The wolf had fought long and hard with Dumbledore to allow them to come, instead of just wait. Silvercry remembered the confusion and pain that he went through alone when he first changed, and then the strange feeling when the need for salty and sweet foods became too much for his human mind and he shifted back…
The twins had been lucky that they had each other, but Silvercry had to take the first step on his own…and a member of the pack didn't need for that! They already had too much to worry about, like the Wizarding world's reaction when they finally discovered them, so they didn't need any added stress.
It may have taken all day, and part into the next day, but the three had ran almost non-stop in their wolf-forms and arrived at the Longbottom estates by early mid-day. And needless to say, it shocked the occupants inside at their arrival. Silvercry could still hear their feared mutterings as they tried to figure out why three strange, and magical (no doubts about that), wolves suddenly appeared on their estates.
They had even fired off a few curses to try and dispel the new arrivals.
Of course this didn't work; in fact Silvercry had hardly even felt the weak curses of the humans. His fur was great armor to a few well known spells.
But once again, Silvercry was getting off topic! He needed to focus; somehow he had to go up to the second floor of the Longbottom mansion and into the room of young Neville….but HOW!?!?!
Silently Silvercry sat down right under the balcony that he knew led to Neville's bedroom (he had seen the other boy walk out on it at one point in the day…in his bed-robes, none the less), pondering on what to do next. He couldn't rightly just walk into the home of the Longbottom's and glide up there, could he? Of course not!!
Growling deeply in the back of his throat, Silvercry moved further away to see if he could get a good look INTO the room, in the least.
Nothing….Bugger…
Wait….Wasn't Silvercry a super-human…wolf…thing? Meaning he could do things normal people couldn't?
An idea formed in the sly wolf's mind.
Hey, it worked in that muggle-moving-pictures-that-told-a-story that Dumbledore had been babbling about one day…maybe it would work for him?
That thought firmly set into his mind, Silvercry walked backwards till he could fully see the balcony of the second story windows. The silver wolf didn't know how well this would work…but right now it was the only option that he could think of.
Taking a deep breath, Silvercry took a moment to compose him self. He concentrated on his breathing and the plan that he was practically making up as he went.
'This is so not Slytherin.' The wolf chided himself, 'What would my friends think? I'm still Draco Malfoy…even if I've changed and am fighting for the wrong side! I mean, I agree with what Voldemort started in the first war, but now it's just about damn Potter it's kind of pathetic…right, better get this done and over with, so troublesome.'
Suddenly the wolf let out a loud growl, charging forward towards the balcony. He worked on gaining speed, unconsciously channeling his magic to help in that factor.
And, just as an observer was afraid that the wolf was going to run head on into a wall….Silvercry gave a great leap and landed right on the ledge of the second story balcony!
For a moment or two Silvercry could only stand there in total shock, not believing that it had WORKED! All laws of gravity and physic's say that it shouldn't have worked. And Silvercry had thought it wouldn't work, but it had!
'Go me!' Silvercry mentally barked happily, not able to stop himself from doing a small two step as a victory dance, 'Now…on to the mission at hand…' The silver wolf could only smile evilly as he walked into Neville Longbottom's rooms to hide out until 10:45.
*~*HP&DM*~*
Neville sighed as he finally escaped the family gathering in honor of his birthday. It was all tiring if you asked him. It was just another day out of the year, nothing to really make a big fuss about. He would rather be outside with his plants than inside with the whole family. But he couldn't go outside, as his grandma had insisted, because of the strange wolves there had showed up and were prowling the grounds.
A few of his uncles even tried to get rid of the wolves via magic, but those animals had been so crafty that they had gotten away somehow.
Sighing again, but this time with relief, Neville entered his room and turned on a lamp near-by, going to sit on his bed. The poor boy didn't even notice the strange shadow that shifted in that one corner…well he didn't notice until he heard that low growling noise.
Scared out of his mind, Neville slowly got up from his bed, not taking his eyes off the wolf in the corner of his room. How in the bloody hell had it gotten inside his room? He was on the second floor!
Slowly Neville walked to the end of his bed, not breaking eye contact with the wolf; there was a long moment's pause while the two studied each other. Wondering who would make the first move, and what that move would be….Then suddenly Neville made a break for his door!
But he was too slow, because as soon as Neville had moved towards the door, the silver wolf jumped before it, growling and effectively blocking Neville's escape route.
Neville gasped in shock, slowly moving backwards till he was even with the edge of his bed once more. The wolf was fast, Neville would give it that, but not too smart because it stepped only slightly ahead of the door and kept glancing at something across the room.
Glancing behind him Neville tried to see what it was glancing at, but only found a clock. Unfortunately, it read 10:44, in one minuet Neville would have his "official" birthday.
'What a way to die.' Neville thought, looking back at the wolf, which had sat down and was staring at him expectantly. It was as if it was waiting for something to happen. Something that Neville couldn't possibly understand.
They stared at each other, both waiting for something. Neville had to admit, though it was creepy to stare into the silver/blue eyes of the wolf. And those markings on its face!
But, Neville felt a power in the wolf. As if it HAD to be obeyed or you would loose something important to you. It breathed calmly as it stared at Neville, seemingly waiting for something. It never blinked, just staring down Neville…waiting...listening…holding out till the last moment when it would attack.
And then Neville doubled over in pain!
Suddenly the wolf was on its feet, a small bark leaving its throat as Neville started to change. It quickly moved forward till it was beside the boy, who was doubled over and on his hands and knees, sometimes letting out a whimper and bumping it's head on Neville's shoulder.
And then it was over as blackness engulfed Neville…
HP&DM
"Hey, wake up….come on, wake up Longbottom." That voice sounded so familiar…As if Neville had heard it before, many times. "If you don't wake up now I'll bite your tail."
Suddenly Neville's head lifted and he turned to look at the person who had spoken…or, the wolf that had spoken.
"About time Longbottom, I knew I smelt a brother inside of you." The wolf smiled, if a wolf could even DO that.
"W-What's going on?" Neville shakily asked, but somehow his mouth felt strange. As if he really didn't have lips to move.
The other wolf blinked, "Oh, of course you wouldn't know."
"Know what?" Neville started to panic; he knew that somehow he KNEW that voice.
"You've become a Weapon of War….you're one of us now…You're one of the "Children" as we are so often called." The wolf told him happily.
And then it clicked in Neville's mind where he had heard that voice, "M-Malfoy?!"
The gray wolf got up and moved to sit down in front of Neville, "Well, kind of, not in this form. In this form I'm called Silvercry."
Neville stared at the wolf as if he had gone crazy, "W-What!? What are you talking about? How did you even get in here? Why are you a wolf? What's going on? Don't make me call my family!"
"Silvercry", as he liked to be called, rolled his eyes before quickly lashing out and swiping at Neville, his mouth open so he showed all his teeth as he growled out, "Calm down! I'll tell you everything if you just shut up and listen!"
All at once Neville shut his trap and stared wide eyed at the suddenly terrifying wolf.
"Good, that's much better." Silvercry sighed, "Now that you've shut up, I'll tell you what's going on. And the best place to start is the beginning right? So listen up and learn, you stupid, stupid Gryffindor."
Neville moved to open his mouth, but a growl from Malfoy made him stop.
"Okay, well, a while back, during the first war, there were these Scientist's that got it inside their head to make, basically, a super human weapon of mass destruction. They thought they had solved everyone's Voldemort troubles back then. They thought that they were going to save the world and that they'd be hero's talked about for thousands of years to come…unfortunately no one else thought that.
"In fact, everyone thought they were crazy. So these Scientists didn't get the needed passes from the Ministry to continue their work. Of course this made them pissed beyond reason, so to get back at the Ministry…they started to conduct their experiments anyway. They'd steal little babies from their nurseries, hospitals, and wherever they were held, keep them for a while, than send the children back to their parents as if nothing had happened at all. And they didn't only steal from "Light" people, but also the homes of Death Eaters. No one was safe from them.
"Fortunately, Dumbledore saw what they were doing pretty quickly, and put a stop to it. Unfortunately, he was too late in the aspect that a group of these "Children", as they were called for lack of better name, were already successfully made. Those that weren't would learn that they'd be sickly as a child, sometimes be able to do things others couldn't, but over all they were pretty normal.
"All except those chosen seven, a "pack". The Chosen Children were designed to work like a living wolf pack, even able to shape shift into said animals. They'd have marvelous strength, speed, agility, and their magic would grow as well. In wolf form, their fur could ward of several basic spells, like any protective charm would allow. As human's the only thing you could tell that made them different were their eyes. Their eyes would change and form strange markings around them, telling people their station in the pack. But other than that, they would be perfectly "normal"; no one would even notice that the "Children" were walking Weapons for War." Malfoy, or Silvercry, finished ominously, staring intently at Neville.
"W-What's this got to do anything with me?"
Silver and blue eyes seemed to smirk at the Gryffindor, before the light colored wolf gestured to Neville's full length mirror in the corner, "Take a look for your self."
Now completely scared out of his wits, Neville turned his head (which seemed so much more angular than it normally would) and got up to get a better view of his reflection, he didn't even seem to notice that he was crawling on all fours to get there. But, oh, when he finally did notice, it was all he could do not to completely fall down.
Instead of Neville's human body, which he was so used to, there stood a wolf a little taller and longer than Malfoy. He was black in color, with a gray belly and muzzle. What used to be his normal brown eyes were suddenly yellow irises and blood red where the "whites" of his eyes would normally be. And strangely, he now had markings under each of his eyes of one red square and two downward slashes.
In all his life, Neville never expected that he'd be something this….strange.
"Well, what do you think?" Malfoy…err…Silvercry, asked, moving to stand just behind Neville, "Pretty cool, huh?"
"WHAT? NO!" Neville quickly turned to shout at the other, "HOW CAN YOU THINK THAT THIS IS COOL?! I'VE TURNED INTO A FREAKING WEREWOLF!"
"Hey! We're not werewolves, we're wolves…but…humans…" The gray wolf gave a sigh, "Or something like that, anyway, listen we better get out of here."
"Why?"
Silvercry looked back at Neville, already on his way to the balcony, "Well think about it. What would your Grandmother say if she saw you like this? Would she even notice it's you? She'll probably send a few curses at you, or maybe it'll be your other family members to walk in on you like this. And you can't change back because you don't know how. Face it Longbottom, you need me."
Neville growled low in his throat, not liking that this so called new Malfoy was ordering him about and making him feel as if he had to obey, "I don't need you!"
"Well, let's see…You don't know how to shift back, I do. I know everything that you're going through, you don't. You don't know if there are others like us, I do and I even know where to find them. You're all alone, I'm not. Face it, I can help you."
Neville still didn't move.
Sighing, Silvercry turned to face the other wolf, "Okay, I know you don't like me, but listen…I have a few points that you might find interesting. First off, weather you like it or not, you're apart of something now. You're part of our family, the other Children and I. We're a pack, we'll never go against each other; we're a single unit. You have a chance to out shine the so called "hero's" and not be the "mess up" all the time. If you come with me now, you'll be apart of this family, and we'll protect you."
There was a moment's pause as Neville thought over all Malfoy had said. Going over every little detail, including what he could be passing up.
And, as he continued to think, he couldn't help but notice that he'd suffer much more if he DIDN'T accept and follow Malfoy….Silvercry.
So, with a determined look in his eye, Neville got up and strode over to Silvercry, "I'm ready."
The gray wolf gave a silent nod, a small smirk forming on his wolfish muzzle, "I thought so, let's go…the pack is waiting for us." And with that Silvercry gave out a loud howl and dove off the balcony, Neville hot on his heals.
Neville would learn never to regret his decision.