Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter
Disclaimer: No, no matter how I wish the actual story to be mine, it's not. I am merely borrowing the setting and characters to spun my own tale.
Harry Potter deem himself to be a good person that is merely too often messed by fate. He just got fed up with the abuse of that damned family of his one day and rushed out like a bloody Gryffindor that he is without any belonging with a heavily abused body out in the pouring rain. Needless to say, he didn't got really far. Out of desperate will to save his rapidly deteriorating life, Harry attempted something he never tried before- Animagi transformation. He succeed, but barely alive with his magic severely damaged.
Draco came along and saved him in his most vulnerable state while knowing nothing of his real identity. Under the pretense of a bloody animal familiar, the Golden Boy unexpectedly found a side of Draco he never knew before…
WARNING: CONTAIN SLASH OF HP/DM
Author Comments: This chapter is in Draco's point of view in how the event goes. They are so cute together that I can't help continuing!! Two chapters in a roll…I better see a lot of reviews or it is going to be a long, long time before I update next.
As I promised to all my readers, every fifty valid reviews, I'll automatically update a chapter for your support. I've got quite a few stories going on at the same time and also have a few ideas…so if you are not planning to review, it may be quite a while before I update…
Chapter 2
Before he met his very own familiar, this cannot be called a good day by Draco Malfoy.
You see, this very morning, there was once again, another failed attempt to contact his father in Azkaban, the most feared wizard prison on earth. His mother would not stop crying to have a sensible conversation like a normal witch. And before, right after his sixteenth birthday, it was announced that he was bestowed a great honor to be able to grovel at the feet of an ugly, insane lunatic that wants to kill every body, torture the rest, and keep a part of them intact for to keep as toys earlier than the rest of his peers. It is to say the least that Draco do not feel amused. And today is supposingly that day of 'honor'.
No, Draco Malfoy did not have a good day at all. That is, of course, before he finally met his darling amazing familiar but that is not until later.
His seemingly misfortune did not end there.
If it was simply limited to that, he would have obeyed the lunatic no matter how reluctant he secretly is to killing and hide his disdain for the ridiculous little club well. After all, Draco Malfoy was not called the Ice Prince of Slytherin for nothing as stupid Gryffindorks often assume. Being the good little devious Slytherin that always look out for himself first, he would have joined in anyways if just to save his own neck. If there is one thing he ever learned from his father, it is never let personal feelings interfere with decisions that can present risks to thyself. He can afford to play the submissive servant eager to please if that's what he want. Malfoys always keep away from dangers if they can help it.
And anyways, over all, there is no reason not to, the so-called dark lord is defending the rights of purebloods of which he is a part of. So what if he use methods that Draco do not like to accomplish that goal and like to force other people bowing in front of him? He is not one of those hot-headed, sentimental Gryffindorks, why should he take any personal risks for things that does not concern nor is going to affect him in any ways? As for the target - muggles…well, let's just say, he can afford to look the other way as long as it doesn't involve him personally.
But that wishful thinking was blasted into next week by an unexpected, surprising news that he have received.
Before meeting with Who-don't-even-have-a-nose, he was informed by his mother before her departure to France that he has been confirmed to be a half-veela, which although would not have given him the allure, transformation to bird, and out-of-world good looks like full ones would have, he would still be granted higher-than-normal level of magic and attractiveness. Which is no news to Draco Malfoy, of course. Old families of wizards often mingle with magical beings to keep magic strong in their bloodline. The actual creature traits, however, are extremely difficult to pass on. Many traits remain recessive until they turn dominant in some random descendants of theirs.
Carrying bloodline of a magical being is considered to be a great honor because it cannot be forced, you must be the actual selected mate of the creature to be able to have a magical baby with them. Their descendants, however, are not guaranteed to inherit any of their abilities. Those who do manifest their traits are all absolutely stronger than average wizards. This group of people often have a status that is even higher than normal pure-blood wizards because they have even more magic in their bloodstream and under their command more than normal wizards do.
At the moment, Draco Malfoy was absolutely certain that somewhere, somehow, every deity known to wizards are having a good laugh on him. If it was any other time, he would have gladly accept this news with great honor. It is, after all, what nearly children in wizarding world have wished for in their childhood.
There is only one slight issue that prevent him from skipping around with joy.
- The dark lord don't agree.
The crazy weirdo who forbid other people to even call his name hates every single being that is not pure-blooded wizards, never minding that he himself has never been such. That old fool have both muggle and creature blood in him himself! Who in pure-blood society don't know that Slytherin himself have the blood of Lamia in hum? Why else would he be able to talk to snakes?
The big guy would take none of it, however, and insist on keeping the line pure.
So now, of course, Draco cannot join this stupid little club society of his and had to decline his invitation. The dark lord, not knowing the reason, naturally felt rage at being duped and let-down by one of his most prized pre-determined followers and sent out his other followers to get him.
He always had been proud of his quick wits. And surely enough, being the clever bastard that he is, Draco Malfoy has soon ditched more than half of the dim-witted followers the snaky old dude sent on his way.
Malfoys always have a second alternative planned in case of disasters. This honorable tradition had helped his ancestors to pass more than one dangerous situations; as a proud member of the Malfoys, Draco is no different. He had planned it all out. He would first stay safe by hiding in the Muggle world, where most wizard stay away from, before contacting the necessary people to create him a new identity and sneak him back in. Then he can operate his links and property in secret, transfer all his money to an outer state and escape altogether. Hogwarts is not the only famous wizarding school available. Once he can get his hand back on his money, who can stop him?
His plan was flawless.
But as we all know, plans can never change fast enough to adapt to life. The harsh reality soon striped him of his naïve hope.
His 'dear' aunt Bella caught up to him before he could have got to his hideout.
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This woman is insane. It became his only thought as he raced across the park without sparing a look to the ruins behind. "Crazy, crazy, crazy," he chanted under breath as he struggle to get past the wave of panicky muggles in a swarm. I can't believe we actually share the same blood!
His movement gets less restrained and wilder as he heard the sounds of explosion drawing near. His eyes wide and unfocused as he fought to go through the human waves. He is so not dying here with a bunch of dirty, stupid muggles! "Get out of my way!" He finally exploded and snarl to the numerous crowd in front of him.
No one took heed of his warning through their frantic yells and panics.
Draco finally peeked behind and immediately attempted to get his wand out from his pocket.
Damn it! She is getting closer while he couldn't even get to his wand!
His fear, frustration, and anger finally reached a breaking point as he scream in rage.
Air around him literally exploded.
Space around him is immediately cleared out and silenced as the muggles scattered.
Oh shit. This is so not good. Draco stood there, frozen in place, knowing that his dear aunt has most certainly spotted him.
Sure enough, her high-pitched, cold-as-steel voice began speaking behind him using a sophisticated, civilized tone that make her actually sound sane for once. "Draco Malfoy," she drawled mockingly with no trace of kindness in her voice.
Definitely not good. Do I really sounds that bad when I normally speak? Draco wondered as he pasted on a formal smile and whirled around as if surprised, "If it wasn't Aunt Bellatrix, why, I have not seen you since last Christmas! You must surely stay in the manor and have a drink."
Bellatrix Black studied him silently with steely grey eyes for a while with wand point stuck upon his throat before proceed with a not-so-sane tone, "Ah~ Little nephew. The Dark Lord has look forward to your return!"
She smiled chillingly, "Such honor bestowed upon you, Draco! It is the mark of his lordship's favor indeed!" Once said, she soon began laughing insanely
Draco swallowed dryly, crazy, crazy, what did I said about her? I hoped to Merlin that her bloodline would never continue. I knew that someone must be responsible for the early initiation…" So it was you, Aunt Bella. The Dark Lord isn't so pleased right now, is he?"
The shrill laughter screeched to a stop as she glare at him with bloodshot eyes, mumbling, "Oh yes, yes, yes. All your fault. Master is angry. All your fault. Master would be pleased soon enough when I present your body back to him. Avada Kedavra!"
Draco threw himself across the lawn and swept his wand into his hand. Eyes searching desperately for somewhere to escape to. Beet of sweats drip down his chin.
There is no way but to fight then… "Expelliarmus! Reducto! Bombarda!"
Bellatrix dodged his rapid successions of spell with ease and began her favorite activity besides groveling before Tom Riddle- taunting.
"How are you doing, dear Draco? It would be so much easier for us both if you just turn yourself in like your blasted father as done. -Confringo- You know -Bombarda- that you are no match for me. You soil the name of Black! As for Malfoys… -Diffindo!- your lots don't even have the name that can be soiled! -Crucio!-"
The last one slipped past his 'protego' and managed to hit Draco directly with a vengeance. He withered on the ground as pain he never experienced before exploded within him. He can hear himself screaming dimly from far, far away.
Bellatrix bend down and shook her head disappointedly, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This was less than what I've ever expected out of you, Draco. Useless, useless, you are not even worthy of calling yourself as one of us. Now? I am going to do you a favor, don't ever come back. You soils the name of wizards! Accio Draco's wand!"
Draco struggled to look up. Just in time as she cast an 'expulso' upon it and blasted his beloved wand into pieces. Tears of shame and pain mixed with cold sweats pour down his back.
"You bastard! I'll kill you. One day. I'll kill you, I'll kill you." he mumbled to himself, over and over again, knowing what is to come next. He learned of the cruel ending wizards often face as they meet the wraith of Dark Lord, death is mercy compared to this - they are stripped of their contact with their very magic core.
Bellatrix laughed and look down on him condescendingly, "It is the Dark Lord's age, Draco. And you. Are now exiled, banned the right of ever obtaining a wand ever again. I will be sure to ask after you next time. Of your feelings of living as a filthy muggle, Malfoy. (1) Per gloria et patria pro se post hoc ergo proctor hoc obscuro magia stirpes!"
She held him under the spell for two more minutes just in case before turning her back. "Toodles! Won't be seeing you again, young Malfoy! My lord still has use for me. Can't waste time playing games with you. You are, after all, no better than a muggle now."
Malfoy laid there unresponsively, he can't feel his core. It's over.
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After a long, long time of unfeeling, Malfoy regained consciousness as cold rain drops beat upon his face. He wipe his face off expressionlessly and dragged himself to his feet. He better find a shelter. He can't change what has happened after all…
He walked and walked. Aimlessly wandered. Questions bombard his frozen brain as every fiber of his being scream for revenge.
Revenge, revenge, revenge.
I will make her regret this. He looked up and screamed up to the gray sky like a wounded animal. I will make her pay. He swore to himself.
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Draco was spent, simply looking for a place to rest when he saw the pitiful little ball of fur laying drenched in a puddle mixed with blood. It was clearly wounded. As he is.
To this day, Draco is still not sure what touched his frozen heart that second. But he felt for it. The little guy was dying. Rapidly, in fact.
He reached out, for reason unknown, and gathered its tiny body into his palm. The remaining heat on its body warmed his heart. But, it is too weak. It just lay there, non-moving.
Then.
Draco looked into its eyes. The moment he saw those emerald eyes burning with the desire to live, he knew it is meant to be.
He felt the presence of a kindred spirit.
Draco can feel his magic again, suddenly as it flow and gather at the little creature on his palms. He nearly wanted to cry. The taste of magic that he never thought he would ever feel again. Just for that, Draco is willing to save its life regardless of all the possible consequences.
He willingly increased the flow of magic into the little wrecked body, feeling its desperation over the weak connection it one-sidedly forged in an attempt to save it's life and deepen the connection so his magic can flow over more and easier. He can feels a bond deeper than anything he felt before emerging. An invisible force that bind them together with no escape route.
For once, he felt satisfied, no empty hole residing in his heart any longer.
Draco Malfoy pouring all of magic that he had into the hole that seems to never fill, paying with no mind to his own injuries. At the moment, he only want to save the life of the creature that is so depending and trusting him. He never felt a person who ever yearn for his attention and being that much, not for Malfoy, the rich pure-blood wizard, but for Draco, the ill-tempered, lonely teenager within.
He loved the feeling of wanted and loved that he can feel reflecting from the creature.
Draco can feel its breathing steadied slowly as its heartbeat strengthen little by little under the wonder of magic. Encouraged, he continue to pour down his magic, wishing only to see its beautiful eyes again.
After not long, Draco can feel himself straining but he bit his lips and forged on, it's conditions just steadied, after all. He don't want to leave any regrets.
It was then when an amazing amount of magic flooded back into his body. He can feel it healing his battered body at a increditable rate under the little creature's direction. The Bond is confirmed.
Draco cannot resist a smile as the tiny creature peer at him under its eyelids as if to scold him for not taking care of himself. He can admit this to himself. He has fallen head over heels with his new adorable familiar.
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Author Comment: For you naughty readers with dirty minds out there. Draco's love for Harry is not yet in any way sexual. He loved 'it' as one would love a pet and a beloved friend, nothing more. At least, yet.
(1) Made-up. Basically says 'for the glory of the race and for thyself, hidden the root of magic.'