Chapter 1
Draco woke up screaming. There was a terrible pain in his arm. He couldn’t tell what it was at first it was too dark to see anything and that is when he heard the growling. He stopped screaming the moment he heard it too scared to even make a sound.
This is where I die, being mauled to death by some sort of growling animal. That was his only thought and then the beast let go. He moved back on his back putting as much space between himself and the beast as was possible. He flinched when his back touched his headboard and he could have sworn the beast in front of him chuckled at his shocked face.
He just sat there cradling his bleeding arm to his chest, not daring to move further lest the beast decides to attack again. Why did it have to attack tonight? There is no one here to save him tonight his parents are attending a party in Paris with distant relatives of his and won’t be back until the day after tomorrow.
He is totally alone with a creature he can’t even see.
The only thing he can see are two red, glowing eyes. The eyes moved as the beast decided to lay down on the bed. It still didn’t move any closer to him. It just kept eying him and then he couldn't even see the eyes anymore. It had Apparently decided forgo its midnight snack and just go to sleep.
Draco kept still counting the minutes. He dared to move after 30 minutes had passed, but the eyes snapped open the moment he did. So he kept still the rest of the night. Even after the beast had fallen back to sleep.
He didn’t fall asleep himself. He couldn’t the monster was still lying on the other side of his bed. He did wrap part of his shirt around his arm to stop the bleeding, but that’s all the moving he did all night.
There wasn’t a sound for hours. The monster at the end of his bed too fast asleep to make a sound and he too scared to make a sound. He could see the creature better now that the first rays of sunshine were coming through his window. It had grey fur and looked like a wolf. It was way bigger that he thought. Being only able to see it’s eyes.
The creature slept peacefully until the sun fully came up. That’s when he could see the monster that had bitten him wake up. It crawled out of bed and started howling an writhing on the floor. But it wasn’t a beast for long. It only took a few minutes for the hairy creature to turn into a man.
There’s a werewolf in my room was his first thought. A werewolf bit my arm was the second. It still hadn't sunken in just yet what that meant for him.
The man shook himself for a second before standing up and walking over to a pile of clothes on the floor that Draco hadn´t noticed in the dark. “Your father messed up cub.” The man said starting to dress himself.
Draco didn’t know what to say to that, he was too busy staring at the man in front of him.
“He destroyed something very important. So I had to destroy something important to him. You understand right? It’s noting personal.” He looked at Draco for a moment waiting for an answer. When the answer didn’t come he continued.
“I asked you if you understood. It´s not polite not to answer questions.”
“Yes, I understand” Draco hurried to answer not wanting to piss the angry werewolf more.
“Good cub.” He said ruffling Draco’s hair. That wasn’t something Draco normally tolerated from anyone, but he didn’t dare move a muscle.
“Welcome to the club, cub, you’ve just got yourself a lifetime membership. All thanks to your dear old dad. Tell him Fenrir sends his regards and that he was real sorry to hear about the diary.”
“Yes, sir. I will.” Draco answers, but to himself he thinks that there is no way he is telling his father about any of this if he can help it. He doesn´t even know anything about a diary, but the werewolf must be the Fenrir he´s talking about.
"Good lad.” Fenrir walking towards his door.
“It’s been a pleasure kid, but I need to be going now, will you show me the way out?” His smile makes it clear that it wasn’t a question.
Draco nods anyway. Jumping out of bed and opening the door to his bedroom. He doesn’t look back while walking through the hallway or down the stairs. He just hopes Fenrir will follow him so that this whole ordeal can be over as soon as possible.
He only looks back when he has opened the front door. He stands next to the door waiting for Fenrir to catch up to him. “Thanks cub, I appreciate it”
“You’re welcome.” He says back before he even thinks about it. He doesn’t look at Fenrir when he walks through the door. He just keeps staring ahead of him.
He works on autopilot closing the door. A sharp pain in his arm snaps him out of his daze. He looks down at his arm and sees the fabric of his shirt wrapped around his arm. Oh yeah, got bit by a werewolf. That realisation brings him to his knees. His right hand is grasping at the doorknob as the tears start flowing.
I got bitten by a werewolf that makes me a werewolf. The heir to the Malfoy name is a werewolf a half-breed a pureblood no longer.
That’s when he makes the decision that nobody can ever find out about this. This information would ruin his families reputation. He’s lucky that his parents weren’t home last night.
He has two days to find out as much as he can about lycanthropy and how to hide it before his parents come home. He has to bandage his arm, burn his bloody shirt, find and hide a bunch of lycanthropy books in his room and hope he finds a way to ever be able to feel safe enough to fall asleep again.
He dries his tears on his sleeves, stands up and gets to work. He has enough to do.