Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

BITE:me	By : CallMeJellybean Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Series or its characters. I make no money off of this.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
A/N: The first few chapters are kind of rough. I've been writing this story for over three years now, so my writing style has changed a bit. I went from being pretty green to not so green and I like to think that the ending of the story will be much better than its beginning. This has been edited, but I couldn't very well change it all without screwing up the rest of the story. So, I hope it's not too rushed here and I hope it's not too boring. Trust me, it gets much better.

The OTHER Prophecy:

Albus Dumbledore sighed heavily as he sat in his office. Two prophecies and one new Divination professor. Sibyl had foretold stunning events tonight and Albus was sure it had something to do with one of two boys, both born around the same time: Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter. It all depended on Tom Riddle. Albus popped a lemon drop in his mouth and rubbed his temples. Fawkes cooed sympathetically and he gave the bird a weak smile. The poor boys, to have their fate decided as mere children. And yet those were small potatoes in comparison to the second prophecy he had stumbled across that night. He sought the memory in his mind so that he could withdraw it and place it in his pensieve.

"Sybil? Are you alright?" Albus figured that Trewlawney had come out of her trance when her eyes took on a different sort of far away look to them. But alas, her voice came again. But this time, it was not the throaty rasp of before. This was a guttural, deep voice that didn't even sound like it could come out of Sibyl Trewlawney's mouth.

"The light has changed,

the day is gone,

behind the brightness of the moon

hides the blackness of the night.

He waits for the day he will arise,

the one with the power

to aid, to help,

the second,

the partner,

he who will know the

demons of the soul,

but will conquer with the

dragon of the heart.

It is the dragon who will come

he will lift up the one with the power

and he will make it possible

for the balance to be returned,

and for the sun to shine once more."

Sybil coughed, she hacked, she spluttered and reached for her water, gulping it down. "I'm sorry, Albus," I must have inhaled some sort of bug. Now what were you saying?"

The white haired wizard quickly veiled his shock and smiled brightly at the eccentric woman. "I believe that will be enough, Sibyl, my dear."

Sibyl's eyes widened in fear. "Such a short interview..." She murmured somberly.

"I assure you, that was all I needed to be sure of your qualifications. I would be honored if you would join us at Hogwarts this year." said Albus.

Sibyl's eyes grew to saucers and rimmed with tears. "Oh, truly? Yes, of course, Albus, of course!" she exclaimed.

"Lovely, my dear. Now, would you like a lemon drop?"

Albus grabbed the memory, dragging it out with the tip of his wand and casting the silvery wisp into the pensieve. His troubling thoughts of, 'Who is the dragon?' and 'Which boy will be chosen?' were banished, giving him the opportunity for some true relaxation.

It didn't last.

It wasn't long before Lord Voldemort marked one of the boys as his equal. It was the Potter boy. Harry Potter. Albus should have expected the boy's parents to die for him. It was still so tragic. To have been betrayed by their best friend... James and Lily Potter were too young to die. But they did.

Albus gave the boy to his aunt and uncle. As far as he knew, it was the only relation the boy had. Poor boy... He should be growing up in a wizarding home. Still, at least he was alive. And Lord Voldemort was dead...But then, what was the second prophecy? Who was the dragon? And who would he aid? And for what?

Too many questions and no definite answers. The headmaster would just have to wait for his answers.

Nearly eleven years later, one answer came. The problem: Lord Voldemort had returned. Potter was more powerful than Albus had anticipated and there was a ton of old magic that was left on him from Lily and James' love.

Still, the DADA position was open again and Albus had to interview someone else for it. Gilderoy Lockhart was a last minute decision, a rather rash and careless decision, but he filled the position and most of the mothers seemed pleased enough. Alas, he would bring another answer to Albus at the end of that year: Tom Riddle's diary. Albus knew the secret of it and that there were more. The Horcruxes would have to be destroyed. He hoped, however, that Harry would never have to know about it and that, in time, Albus would be able to track down any other Horcruxes and destroy them.

Harry's third year brought more answers and even more questions. Apparently, Sirius Black, who Albus had known was Harry's godfather, was innocent. But how would the Order of the Phoenix prove that? And Scabbers was actually Peter Pettigrew, the guilty one. But how much did he know about Lord Voldemort? And would they ever be able to capture him?

Harry wanted to live with Sirius, but knew that he couldn't... would he ever be able to? How long would this war take? And the ever looming question, who was the Dragon? And how did all this affect him? Albus was left wondering anxiously what Harry's fourth year would entail.

*~*~*~*~FOURTH YEAR~*~*~*~*~*

Harry sighed with content as he felt Cedric's lips along the flesh of his throat. "Mmm, thanks for meeting me on such short notice," The raven haired boy murmured huskily.

"It's no problem. You must be really stressed." Cedric replied, slipping his body between Harry's legs. They were nestled together in the steaming water of the prefect's bathroom's tub enjoying the Saturday afternoon in peace.

"Yeah... I have no idea who put my name in that goblet." Harry said. "But whoever it is definitely wants me dead... maybe they'll get their wish." Harry admitted his fear.

"Harry, don't talk that way, please..." Cedric asked, kissing the boy's face. "I know you're younger than me on the outside, but you've had to go through so much already. It's like you're older than me... And you're so strong, Harry. You can do this, I know you can."

Harry looked deep into Cedric's eyes and smiled weakly. He leaned his head in and kissed his lips tenderly. "Thank you, love."

Cedric grinned at him the way that Harry loved. "Anytime."

"Cedric, NO!" Harry ran over to the boy, tangled in the vines and rescued him. Together they ran for the cup, together they grasped it in their hands and together they were whisked away to a place Harry would never forget.

They landed in the graveyard. Cedric marveled at the glowing cup in awe. "It's a Portkey.." he said in wonder.

"I've been here before, Cedric, I know this place." Harry said. He looked around, his dreams came back to him and suddenly fear glazed his eyes. His eyes darted back to his sandy haired lover.

"Cedric, we have to get back to the cup!" he cried. But it didn't happen.

He was captured. Peter Pettigrew, the man who betrayed him and his parents took his blood and raised the Dark Lord. And his love, Cedric Diggory was killed. Harry stood and watched as the light left Cedric's beautiful eyes with one flash of green. Lord Voldemort beckoned him that night, and it was then that Harry was no longer afraid to die. He stepped out from behind his father's tomb and faced the serpentine figure of evil. Priori Incantatem occurred that night and life was never the same again.

Harry portkeyed himself and Cedric back to Hogwarts, sobbing. His trusted DADA professor turned out to be a fraud, an impersonator, and a Death Eater at that. He had been betrayed and Harry, now alone and irreparably damaged, began to wither away.

He no longer loved. He took his physical pleasures without emotion, he stopped caring about his schoolwork and just focused on surviving. Slowly he started to turn. Lord Voldemort began to make his presence known more often. Harry felt connected to him. As though they were both a part of each other. Harry began to fear becoming dark. And the more he feared it, the closer it seemed to become reality.

At the end of his fifth year, Harry Potter lost his godfather. Sirius Black was murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange. It was then that Harry first used an Unforgivable Curse. Harry heard his prophecy for the first time. And Albus Dumbledore was once again plagued with the knowledge that Harry could not be helped by anyone but the Dragon... but who knew who the Dragon was? The clock seemed to be ticking louder and louder for Harry. He would have to face Voldemort and in his current state, there wasn't much of a fight in him. Not much left to fight for. His love had been taken from him, his parents killed, his newfound father figure and best friend had been murdered, his friends were afraid of him, no matter where he went he could not escape the pity in everyone's eyes. Dumbledore feared that at the final battle, Harry would not even be able to stand and fight. But the truth remained, no matter how much pain Harry felt, that he was their last hope.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

As the summer passed and the Daily Prophet printed nothing about Narcissa's fashion tips, or Lucius' exploits, and the head Malfoy was, for the most part, absent from the Ministry of Magic on a daily basis, one had to wonder as to just what was happening at Malfoy Manor that summer...

Narcissa paced the floor of her bedroom and began to do something she had not done since she was four. She bit her nails. It was a habit she'd had cursed out of her quickly, but now was a time that she just didn't know what else to do. Lucius was going to murder her.

A scream pierced her thoughts and she apparated into Draco's bedroom. The blond writhed on the bed, his body turning and twisting at odd angles as screams of agony were ripped from his throat. Narcissa hurried to his bedside.

Fighting her way past his thrashing arms, she pressed a cool cloth to his forehead. He whimpered under her touch.

"Make it stop," he begged breathlessly, his voice nearly inaudible. "Please, Mother, make it stop."

Tears of pain leaked from his slate grey eyes. Narcissa wrung her hands with worry. Lucius was going to kill her! She uncorked a calming draught and tried to give it to her son.

Draco managed to drink half of the potion before his body erupted in seizures. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body convulsed on the bed. Narcissa screamed. And then it stopped. Everything was still. Silence fell heavily in the room and Narcissa didn't dare move for fear that the slightest brush of her fingers would send her son back into agony.

She didn't have to move though. Precisely 30 seconds later, Draco's eyes sprung open, he leaned his head over the side of the bed and vomited onto the carpet. There went the calming draught.

Draco was sick five more times before he passed out. Narcissa cleaned up the mess with a flick of her wand. She snapped her fingers and a house elf came in to get rid of the smell and any lingering stains.

In the distance, one sound froze Narcissa in her steps. A cold sweat broke out along her brow and between her breasts as she heard the fire in the drawing room roar to life as Lucius flooed home.

Narcissa glanced back at Draco, lying deathly pale and still on the bedspread. Hoping to Merlin he would stay that way for just a little longer, she ran a hand through her hair, smoothed out her pale blue dress and went to go greet her husband.

"'Cissa!" Lucius greeted her, sweeping the blond woman into his arms and twirling her around. He placed a kiss on her lips before placing her back on her feet.

"Did you have a good day, darling?" Narcissa asked, hoping that her smile did not show her worry.

Lucius sighed. "Not particularly, but it's good just to be able to come home to you." The Slytherin man winked playfully. "I did manage to make a full grown man wet his pants today, though. That was rather fun. I must say, inspiring fear and respect wherever one goes is difficult work."

Narcissa nodded absentmindedly and wrung her hands nervously behind her back. "Darling.." she started hesitantly.

"Yes, love?" Lucius responded, closing his eyes and reclining in his favorite cushioned chair next to the fire.

"I have to tell you something... Something I should have told you long ago, but if i had told you, you might not- well you definitely would not have married me and-"

"'Cissa, what is it? What could make you doubt my love for you?" Lucius asked, concernedly.

Narcissa hesitated before taking a deep look into her husband's mercurial eyes and blurting out, "Our-son-is-going-to-become-a-vampire."

Lucius was silent for a moment. He stared at Narcissa blankly before his mouth finally opened. Narcissa flinched as she feared the worst, but was shocked to hear laughter come from the blond man.

"That's impossible, love. You were never one to joke, what's the occasion?" Lucius raised an intrigued eyebrow.

Narcissa's jaw fell open with shock for just a second before she regained her composure. "No, Lucius, I wasn't joking. This is all my fault, but our son after tonight will be a new vampire."

Lucius' eyes seem to spark with electricity. "How?"

"I have the gene in me, but I knew you wouldn't marry me if you knew. I hoped that the gene was so insignificant in me that it wouldn't affect our children. But Draco got it. And as you know the vampire gene in males is dominant over everything." Narcissa paused. Lucius' expression had gone completely blank. "I will remove my things from your room-I-I understand if you cannot acknowledge me as your wife anymore." Narcissa turned to leave, but a strong, cool hand caught her arm.

"Narcissa, we will take care of this new... complication. And then we will tell no one. No one will hear of this, not even the Dark Lord. Do I make myself clear?"

Narcissa nodded in shock. "Lucius... You.. you still..."

"Desire you? Love you? Acknowledge you as the only woman I ever want to call my wife?... yes." Lucius said, his voice showing some of the emotion he truly felt. "You and I were meant to be together, Narcissa. That is why you must never tell anyone you carry the vampire gene. If it does get out and we absolutely must tell the Dark Lord, then Draco was attacked by one of those new hybrids, and that's all there is to it." Lucius said forcefully. Narcissa nodded in acceptance.

There was a moment of silence where neither party knew what to do. And then Draco woke up. The young Malfoy's screams pierced the heavy silence of the Manor and Lucius' eyes locked with Narcissa's before they both apparated into their son's room.

Draco was writhing on the bed in agony, sweat running down his body. His eyes were closed tight against the pain, failing to block it out. Narcissa rushed to his side. His eyes opened and locked on hers.

"Mother," his voice cracked. "It's worse, it's getting worse, I can't take it..." Tears leaked from his eyes as his back arched in pain and another cry of anguish was torn from his throat.

"What is it like, where does it hurt?" Lucius asked calmly.

"It's... ungh, like needles stabbing... AHH, underneath my skin...everywhere." Draco whimpered.

"It'll all be over soon, Draco, I promise." Narcissa assured him, though she knew the worst had yet to come. She exchanged worried glances with her husband before turning her attention back to Draco. Suddenly, the blond sat up in bed and began thrashing his arms behind him, trying to reach his back. He clawed his nails against the skin of his back leaving red tracks of blood behind.

"Narcissa, what is going on!" Lucius shouted over Draco's screams.

"He is getting his wings, Lucius, this is the worst part. Look at the time, it is almost over." Narcissa informed him.

As she said so, the tips of shimmering white scaled wings began to force their way through the muscle and sinew of Draco's back. The elder Malfoy cringed as he heard the ripping of his son's flesh. Streams of blood trickled down from Draco's new wounds as his wings emerged completely. They spread out to the side, barely missing Narcissa's head. Draco's blood dripped from the snow colored scales as the young Slytherin cried and whimpered in pain.

A last shot of pain ran through him, going straight to his heart. With one final terrifying shriek, more awful and heartbreaking than the last, Draco Malfoy died.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

BITE:me