Here's new chapter to the people following this story. What do you think should happen? To the four that commented: Thank you! This is dedicated for you. :)

There is no Dramione yet, but it will come. I hope this isn't too bad for three hours on the computer, thinking and planing.

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Chapter 2

More Than Just Blood

My head hurt and the room seemed to tilt on an odd axis. Where was I? Sitting up I felt my head tilt back and forth, disoriented. My body ached and I noticed a new open wound on my wrist that was still tender and looked a bit red. Hmm, I must have cut myself somewhere.

Looking around I noticed the dark stone slabs that made up the walls of Castle Greymoon. A bear skin rug covered the hearth in front of the ancient fireplace that was surprisingly lit ablaze at this time of year.

Dark black and blue colored furniture and murals covered the room. A pile of dirty clothes sat in the corner, a mahogany desk sat on the side by the doors that would lead to the parapet. Piles amongst piles of books and scrolls lay scattered amongst the floor. A painted picture hung above the fireplace, a young woman with long dark hair stood against the backdrop of a full moon, a giant wolf caressed around her body.

Without a doubt I knew instantly it was Grey's room.

But why was I here wasn't the Dark Lord requiring my presence?

Tugging the covers off I realized that I was dressed in my nightgown; Grey must have done it again. I swore at him in my head, feeling my face burn red at the thought of him see me in my knickers.

"Into bed you go," I heard a husky voice whisper from the dark depth of the room. It nearly made me jump out of my skin.

Turning, I noticed Grey stalking towards me worry and concern crossed his face. The next second I felt his overly warm body pushing down into the warm, downy bedcovers. His face nestled into the crook of my neck, and I could hear him breathing in the scent of my frizzy hair. (It desperately needed a wash too.)

Normally when a wolf would nestle its pup/mate it would mean that it was marking its territory, what made it more permanent would be biting the person in either human or wolf form. Wolf form was just as everlasting as human form but it would cause lycanthropy.

For what felt like hours we sat there on his bed, thinking, about the past, about the present, about the future. Grey caressed the side of my neck, and I could almost feel the small hollow bites that were etched into my skin thirteen years ago. I myself petted Grey's long dark hair, almost the way one would pet their dog. In some ways it was quite the same.

How were we supposed to go on from here?

Then ever so slowly Grey released me from his crushing embrace, allowing me to take a breather.

"What's going on, Fenrir I spoke and watched his eyes narrow on me. I only called him by his true name when I was angry or upset.

"My little wolf, it is a long and sad story." Grey answered holding my chin in his giant hand forcing me to look into his eyes. He knew I was upset with he, he was just assuring the fact.

"But you know where my loyalties lie, Grey, I can't just sit here and do nothing!" I tried to defiantly rip my head out of his tight grasp but it was for naught. I felt him hold onto my back with his other hand forcefully.

"I know, little wolf, which is why I must inform you the happenings since your long absence." Grey replied the anger that was once in his eyes replaced with that soft, molten tenderness that I knew always lay inside of him.

"Well, go then, you know how I love stories…" I forced a wry smile to escape, Grey huffed but he did chuckle a bit.

"That ye do." He smirked for a second before coming sober again. "You know as well as I do that ever since your fourth year at Hogwarts, the Dark Lord had returned to kill your best friend. Things haven't been the same since then, I've had more orphaned pups join our pack, more wolves set out on patrol for each of the boundaries up to three times an hour past sunset, we may have gained more land but there have been wizards patrolling the area every so often. Four months ago Runt was put on first patrol near the borderlands only an hour away by muggle vehicle to their city, that night Deatheaters stormed the city harm all those who were innocent of magic. That was the night that he went missing, we didn't hear from him for a long time, even the elders weren't able to detect his wolf or his mind. At first we thought Runt had gone out of land boundaries again, and he was just too far to contact us, but normally he would return in a day or two. Then things got worse.

He came over two months ago, demanding my presence on his side of the war. At first I demanded that we stay neutral, I couldn't afford to lose so many lives for this stupid war. For one, I wasn't going to fall for his little tricks. He didn't seem to like that, nor did any of his Deatheaters the all smirked at something. But a day later he returned with Runt, whom we all believed was dead for the longest time. Runt was practically broken; beat down, bleeding and pretty much on the verge of death. No one takes one of my pups, one of the wolves of my pack without paying for it. Especially one of the youngest ones, he was still a child more than anything. To say that I was furious was the least of it.

Runt told me to refuse his claims and offers that the Dark Lord suggested, to stay out of the war completely. Even in his broken state, little wolf, he wanted to protect you still. The moment when he had spoken, Bellatrix tortured him. I fought against killing the bitch, my wolf wanted me to drawn the blood slowly from her neck, to crush her into pieces. It took all my power to restrain myself from doing so.

Adamantly, I tried to refuse the Dark Lord." Grey paused again, his breathing labored. I could almost feel the anger seething out of him.

Poor, poor, Runt. I pictured his soft tawny hair, his bright blue eyes, in some ways he reminded me of an innocent ten year old. He was the most childish of the bunch, the one who was always so hyper, so sweet, so caring…

"The second I refused, they killed Runt just like that. They heartlessly threatened that they would do the same for every one of us if we fought against him. We had no choice, and I had to watch the weakest, most innocent one of us die painfully." Grey admitted slowly.

I let the information sink into my brain.

Runt, the little wolf who would follow me everywhere ever since I was six and gave him my share of candy leftover from a trip into town, was dead. The wolf that brought me books secretly in the middle of the night, when it was way beyond my bed time hours. The pup that guarded me when I ventured too close to a bear den. The one person I snuck out to eat triple chocolate sundaes with at the local ice cream parlour. The young man who would morph into his wolf for hours on end and listen to me read aloud to on my lap was dead.

Runt, one of my closest friends was dead. D-E-A-D. Just like the song from My Chemical Romance.

The soul that used to be both human and wolf was gone. Another innocent was killed for no apparent reason by the Dark Lord and his minions.

I tried to hold back the tears as they threatened to emerge from my face. One of my friends was killed by some man who thought that mudbloods should pay for all they had done to him.

I could only imagine what Harry would say in this situation. If he even knew of this situation, that I was currently in. Not that everything I told them about my life was a lie; it was just my involvement with magic and my childhood with Grey…

My body shook as waves of sobs, and sobs crashed over me. I couldn't help it, losing a life is something a person shouldn't take lightly. Grey once again took my body into his embrace, holding me as I sobbed into his now clothed chest. The saltwater tears I emitted drenched his shirt; I could almost feel him shake with each sob I let out.

I hated showing my emotions so easily; I prided myself at hiding such things at school. But here at my home, one cannot help but be who they truly are.

After sniffling for a few more minutes into Grey's warm, solid chest, I rested my head to listen to his slightly faster heartbeat.

"Are you okay, little wolf?" Grey asked bending his head to whisper into my ears.

"Are you?" I returned and I could almost feel the small smile of his forming on his lips.

We would be okay, for now.

"Are Darius and Leighton okay? Were there anymore casualties?" I could help but ask, there were only fifty or so of us in the pack. Which in some ways it was quite big compared to others, but there were stories stating of wolf packs of hundreds if not thousands of brother and sister wolves.

"Darius was injured, during the attack on the pack. Luckily it wasn't much, just a few broken ribs, Dolohov likes to play rough. Leighton's got the mark, some of the others fled into the hidden caves, while others were taken and tortured into compliance. No one has been imperiused yet, but the few elders have taken precautions."

Grey replied caressing his thumb over my hand in lazy circles. Accidently he hit my cut, I could feel the blood flow. I watched it run down my arm.

For a few minutes I felt safe. Warm, safe in Grey's embrace.

But that was all I would have before all Hell would break loose, before the world would end.

The beginning of the war was just barely starting…

My blood wasn't dirty, it was only red.

~O~w~O~

Father screamed and I could almost feel the same burning sensation ripping apart the flesh on the skin of my arm.

"Draco, he wants to meet you!" Mother spoke loudly, calling over Father's voice.

The time for the meeting was sooner than expected. I frowned, this would not be good.

The next second I heard the familiar 'crack!' of someone apparating into the manor. Only few people could get past the wards placed on the house, unfortunately it was one of the people I despised the most.

Besides The-Boy-Still-Wouldn't-Die and his weasel-like sidekick.

Instead it was Auntie Bellatrix.

Lovely.

"Draco! Draco, darling! Have I got a present for you!" she crooned evilly as I bounded down the stairs to the parlour.

My fate was sealed when I step foot through the door.

Father stood in the doorway; somehow he managed to be able to withstand the constant pain he was in. Maybe he was feigning it.

"Hello Aunt," I acknowledged the dark presence that was my aunt, in the parlour. It was all in the code rules of being a true gentleman. (Mother had instilled this information in me since I was five.)

"Draco, my master has informed me of a task for you to do." The witch smiled wickedly, but that was how she always was. Her darks eyes seemed to sparkle at the aspect of something evil and dastardly that she had in plan. This could be a numerous amount of things.

"Well, please do tell us Bella." My mother play-acted quite nicely, though I did not quite understand her inner hatred for her older sister.

"Recently, as Lucius must know, we have acquired the power of Fenrir Greyback's pack. But our ever gracious Dark Lord seems to have a bit of trouble trusting him. Which is why, Cissa that your darling Draco will be sent over to oversee things." My aunt explained looking at me with that intent glare of hers.

"But why Draco?"

"The master just expects great things from him."

"I have to baby-sit a bunch of werewolves?" I spoke loudly; surprised by the task I was given. Though it was better than the latter, I could have been sent to kill innocents or blood-traitors.

"Yes, but not before you get your very own mark."

This was not good.

Werewolf: a creature that was/born human and was cursed by the moon to transform into wolves that have a heightened sense of blood lust. These creatures have more than three times the abilities than those of human wizards. Were-wolfs essentially come in all different forms and types, one found type found in England and America is that of oversized wolves. Others are a combination of half-man and half-wolf, these half breed monsters are essentially a different type/mutation that aren't as strong as normal werewolves. Normal Weres have the ability of letting their wolf side control, but are able to suspend their wolf from controlling their every action. The half-breeds only have two sides that never mentally speak to the other half; half-breeds cannot control their actions in their non-human form, and are highly unstable and dangerous. Werewolves though strong, and fierce some creature are seemingly covetous in what they love. Just as in their animal counterpart werewolves take on mates, which according to werewolf principles are born to them as a soul mate. Mates are considers the most important thing to the wolf after the binding is complete. If anything so much as harms their mate, a werewolf will automatically be controlled by their wolf side, in which fighting is sure to proceed if the mate is injured in anyway.

This was what I would have to live with for the next month and a half until the school year started again?

I was going to babysit a bunch of overgrown dogs?

I sat back in my bed and sighed, this was the price I would have to pay to live.

"Draco, sweetheart, are you okay? How's your ...um arm?" My mother poked her head through the door to my bedroom, she was always constantly crooning over me. Sometimes it made me sick.

"Fine." I answered her and continued to read from the page in the book. She huffed in response, I couldn't help but blanch. How she knew what I was thinking was something that still made me wonder.

"Call it a mother's intuition, darling." She smirked at me (was that where I got my famous smirk from?) as I blanched even more about her comment, and then went to examine my arm. It still burned from earlier, but at least it stopped bleeding, I hoped. "Werewolves? Are you already research? You now you don't have to leave right away."

"I know Mother," I sighed, she was always fussing about me. "but I want to get this done with, I need to be prepared for anything."

With that my mother unwrapped the gauze that had covered my arms. I looked at the blood on the white cloth, it was red.

The Dark Mark lay etched forever into my skin, and for now it was the color of blood.

A very vibrant red.

~O~w~O~

"Little wolf, I'm sending you back to the Grangers for the rest of the summer." Grey told me a week later. "If you want, you can leave to meet at your friend's house."

Just a scant week was all I would get after months without seeing him?

"But I only just-" I started but Grey cut me off.

"You need to be safe; it's not as safe as it used to be here. The Dark Lord knows of you, he wants you either dead or alive. Which is why I'm sending Darius with you, a wolf has to been nearby you at all times, I don't trust your best friends." Grey stated looking me in the eye seriously.

"Grey, I barely got to see you all year, though." I whimpered feigning innocence, which was genius acting on my part, Grey would once in a while fall into my trap.

"The answer is no, little wolf. You don't understand how special, you are to me. Not yet at least." Grey gathered me into his arms. I could almost feel his canine teeth nipping on his mark on my skin, the piece of the flesh that would make me feel safe.

"But-"

"No." and that was the end of that.

The next following days, were spent holed up in my room, either packing my belongings again or sleeping.

For days I refused to see Grey, he knew I could take care of myself. I needed no protector, I was a big girl, and they didn't just call me the smartest witch of her age for nothing.

But in the end all my rebellion turned out for naught. I would be leaving Castle Greymoon for what I felt like was for good.

Yet that was only the very beginning.

~O~w~O~

"My Lord, I have some interesting news for you." A faithful servant bowed humbly before its master, shaking with the thought of making him angry.

"What is it?"

"The Granger house, it's not far from Grey's compound. No wards around it or anything. The girl was spotted in town, briefly though."

"Excellent."

"Assume attack; let's see what the youngest Malfoy has in him. Tell him to kill them all, but bring me the girl alive, if he can manage to do that at least."

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