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Who? Scorpius Malfoy
What? Just a day in the life of your average werewolf as the full moon closes in.
When? grownhp6words
Why? Because watching the reason he has struggled to overcome the curse inflicted on him slip away from him is making him feel as if he himself is slipping away.
Author's notes: Er it's a bit violent in the nightmare portion, but nothing overly graphic. Mun knowledge unless you are Remus and got the owl. The parchment was charmed for Moony's eyes only.
Death is coming for Lucius Malfoy. The stench of it is working his eldest grandson into a frenzy. Everything smells like death and prey. His grandfather's blood is screaming to Scorpius in way that is forcing Scorpius to fight his very basic instincts. See prey, kill prey, claim prey as a victory. The sheer amount of control he's having to exhibit is taking it's toll on the young man. He's beginning to feel more like wolf than man. It's displayed in the way that he moves now. Predator stalking for any sign of weakness. Any hint of an opening to strike. He's been wearing a mask when he sits with his grandfather, but the moment he is out of the room the mask drops just enough for his eyes to reveal the monster within the man.
Long walks. He finds long walks help to soothe the beast. Clears his head of the lingering scent of death. He's walking just outside of where the ministry is when he stops suddenly. His eyes dart around as he tries to figure out why he feels as if he is being watched. Followed. No one is standing out among the crowd. He knows there will be no attack here. Not where Wizards and Muggles alike are roaming the streets.
He can't shake the feeling he's being watched though. If you are a predator then you absolutely know when you're being followed. After all, before he became a predator he was prey was he not? That thought brings a shiver that runs up his spine. Instead of death he can smell a forbidden forest and the tears of a little boy begging to die rather than to be become what his grandfather despised. Those tears would drive the beast inside him into a frenzy the same as his grandfather's tainted blood does.
"Grandfather, where are you?" A terrified little boy cries out.
For a moment, Scorpius is convinced he is reliving his own personal nightmare. His memory of when one part of his life ended, and the other began. It's only when he smells fear rolling off the child in waves that he is pulled out of his own thoughts to deal with the situation at hand. The child has honey blond hair and grey-blue eyes. Eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"Are you lost?" Scorpius asks in a quiet soothing tone. He settles into a crouch in front of the boy. He is no older than eight or nine.
A nod of the head and then a pointing of a small finger toward the ministry visitor's entrance. The phone booth. "I didn't mean to wander off. He'll be so cross, and I can't find him anywhere."
"Matthew? Matthew!" An elderly voice calls out. The boy is swooped off the ground into his grandfather's protective arms. "Stay away from my grandson, Beast."
Scorpius is on his feet, his own blue-grey eyes flashing dangerously at the insult. The memory comes crashing around on him. This was the man who had insulted him in the Ministry several months before. The man who his grandfather broke his cane on. The man who refused to get in an elevator with Scorpius because of what Scorpius was. The man who had once been a family friend.
"How many times must I tell you that creatures like him are dangerous, Matthew? So close to the full moon even!" He sounds terrified.
Scorpius merely smirks. In a silky smooth tone he says, "Yes, Matthew, you must be careful not to wander off on the full moon. You never know when a creature will attack an innocent child for the sins of the father, or grandfather if so be it."
Scorpius learned that lesson the hard way did he not.
"Do not threaten my grandson," the man hisses, but Scorpius can smell the fear rolling off him now. It's intoxicating really. The wolf wishes to bare his teeth and growl. Make his prey cower in fear. Take him down a notch in front of the child.
"I'm a Malfoy," Scorpius says with a smile that would make Lucius himself proud. "We never make threats. They're beneath us."
He turns and walks away, humming to himself, for a moment he could swear he heard a soft chuckle. The feeling of being watched is still there. He shakes it off. He's too infuriated to deal with this. Perhaps it's just his imagination running amok.
The long walk turns into a long run. He runs until his lungs burn. Until he's covered in sweat and struggling to catch his breath. He pushes himself to keep running until he's back at the manor. There is a long shower. There is choking down the potion. There is an hour sitting at his grandfather's side and reading to him from a book they both enjoyed when Scorpius was a boy of no more than eight or nine. When all the protection in the world that he ever needed was in the arms of his grandfather.
Just before bed he sends a quick owl to Remus that says,
Moony,
I ran into the bigot that insulted me at the Ministry months ago. Grandfather's cane did nothing to cure him of his prejudices. He's under the impression that I threatened his grandson. Hilarious is it not? As if any of "our kind" would ever threaten. It never gets any easier does it? They never change, and we're left to deal with their ignorance. Sometimes I think I understand why he lived his life the way he did. He refused to be ashamed of what he was. Sometimes I wish I had the courage to feel the same. The price is too high of course, but I find myself envious of his inability to be forced into being what others wanted him to be. I think, perhaps, he knew that no matter how well he played the part of man, they would never truly accept us as such. Do you ever feel this way?
-Fluffy
It's not until he's sleeping that the mask is dropped completely. His subconscious takes over and he's free to snarl and run and growl at leisure. He's in wolf form and he's running as fast as he can. The moon is so bright, and he feels the power of it coursing through his veins.
The house is within his sights. He slows down to a creeping sort of crawl as he uses the cover of the bushes to allow him to look around. The boy is at the window gazing up at the moon. Was he told stories about what the moon could bring? Was he taught a proper lesson about never getting too close to beasts like Scorpius when the moon was so close.
The moon is so bright, so full, and Scorpius remembers believing if he inched just a bit further out the window he could surely grab it in his grasp. After all, he was the Malfoy heir, and if he wanted the moon should it not be his to grab? There is a rustling in the bushes and Fluffy is whimpering so softly.
The boy can hear him. The window is open, and the boy can hear a poor animal in danger. Like any curious child with a heart of gold he sneaks out of the house with blankets and a lamp. He merely wishes to check on the dog. But this is no ordinary dog waiting for him.
The tears make the blood taste so sweet. The strangled cry in his throat makes him howl in delight.
"Grandfather, please, please help me," the child pleads, but it's too late. By the time the wolf has run off, the damage has been done. There will be no help for the boy or the grandfather now.
He's smiling a predatory smile and can taste the blood in his mouth when his eyes flash open. It takes a full moment before the nightmare completely registers. Scorpius feels so sick he nearly doesn't make it to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He remains huddled on the bathroom floor, shaking, trying to push past the most horrific part of the dream.
He'd turned a boy into what he was just because of what his grandfather had done; he'd felt satisfied after he did it.
It was just a dream. Always a dream. The potion kept him under the control. He'd made the potion correctly had he not? He'd watched his mother make it many times, and he was gifted in potions while in school.
He made it right. It was just a dream. Merely a nightmare.
He wants to run. To get away from the scent of death. To get away from the images of the dream.
Scorpius knows it is ridiculous to run though; you can't run fast enough to escape yourself.
What? Just a day in the life of your average werewolf as the full moon closes in.
When? grownhp6words
Why? Because watching the reason he has struggled to overcome the curse inflicted on him slip away from him is making him feel as if he himself is slipping away.
Author's notes: Er it's a bit violent in the nightmare portion, but nothing overly graphic. Mun knowledge unless you are Remus and got the owl. The parchment was charmed for Moony's eyes only.
Death is coming for Lucius Malfoy. The stench of it is working his eldest grandson into a frenzy. Everything smells like death and prey. His grandfather's blood is screaming to Scorpius in way that is forcing Scorpius to fight his very basic instincts. See prey, kill prey, claim prey as a victory. The sheer amount of control he's having to exhibit is taking it's toll on the young man. He's beginning to feel more like wolf than man. It's displayed in the way that he moves now. Predator stalking for any sign of weakness. Any hint of an opening to strike. He's been wearing a mask when he sits with his grandfather, but the moment he is out of the room the mask drops just enough for his eyes to reveal the monster within the man.
Long walks. He finds long walks help to soothe the beast. Clears his head of the lingering scent of death. He's walking just outside of where the ministry is when he stops suddenly. His eyes dart around as he tries to figure out why he feels as if he is being watched. Followed. No one is standing out among the crowd. He knows there will be no attack here. Not where Wizards and Muggles alike are roaming the streets.
He can't shake the feeling he's being watched though. If you are a predator then you absolutely know when you're being followed. After all, before he became a predator he was prey was he not? That thought brings a shiver that runs up his spine. Instead of death he can smell a forbidden forest and the tears of a little boy begging to die rather than to be become what his grandfather despised. Those tears would drive the beast inside him into a frenzy the same as his grandfather's tainted blood does.
"Grandfather, where are you?" A terrified little boy cries out.
For a moment, Scorpius is convinced he is reliving his own personal nightmare. His memory of when one part of his life ended, and the other began. It's only when he smells fear rolling off the child in waves that he is pulled out of his own thoughts to deal with the situation at hand. The child has honey blond hair and grey-blue eyes. Eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"Are you lost?" Scorpius asks in a quiet soothing tone. He settles into a crouch in front of the boy. He is no older than eight or nine.
A nod of the head and then a pointing of a small finger toward the ministry visitor's entrance. The phone booth. "I didn't mean to wander off. He'll be so cross, and I can't find him anywhere."
"Matthew? Matthew!" An elderly voice calls out. The boy is swooped off the ground into his grandfather's protective arms. "Stay away from my grandson, Beast."
Scorpius is on his feet, his own blue-grey eyes flashing dangerously at the insult. The memory comes crashing around on him. This was the man who had insulted him in the Ministry several months before. The man who his grandfather broke his cane on. The man who refused to get in an elevator with Scorpius because of what Scorpius was. The man who had once been a family friend.
"How many times must I tell you that creatures like him are dangerous, Matthew? So close to the full moon even!" He sounds terrified.
Scorpius merely smirks. In a silky smooth tone he says, "Yes, Matthew, you must be careful not to wander off on the full moon. You never know when a creature will attack an innocent child for the sins of the father, or grandfather if so be it."
Scorpius learned that lesson the hard way did he not.
"Do not threaten my grandson," the man hisses, but Scorpius can smell the fear rolling off him now. It's intoxicating really. The wolf wishes to bare his teeth and growl. Make his prey cower in fear. Take him down a notch in front of the child.
"I'm a Malfoy," Scorpius says with a smile that would make Lucius himself proud. "We never make threats. They're beneath us."
He turns and walks away, humming to himself, for a moment he could swear he heard a soft chuckle. The feeling of being watched is still there. He shakes it off. He's too infuriated to deal with this. Perhaps it's just his imagination running amok.
The long walk turns into a long run. He runs until his lungs burn. Until he's covered in sweat and struggling to catch his breath. He pushes himself to keep running until he's back at the manor. There is a long shower. There is choking down the potion. There is an hour sitting at his grandfather's side and reading to him from a book they both enjoyed when Scorpius was a boy of no more than eight or nine. When all the protection in the world that he ever needed was in the arms of his grandfather.
Just before bed he sends a quick owl to Remus that says,
Moony,
I ran into the bigot that insulted me at the Ministry months ago. Grandfather's cane did nothing to cure him of his prejudices. He's under the impression that I threatened his grandson. Hilarious is it not? As if any of "our kind" would ever threaten. It never gets any easier does it? They never change, and we're left to deal with their ignorance. Sometimes I think I understand why he lived his life the way he did. He refused to be ashamed of what he was. Sometimes I wish I had the courage to feel the same. The price is too high of course, but I find myself envious of his inability to be forced into being what others wanted him to be. I think, perhaps, he knew that no matter how well he played the part of man, they would never truly accept us as such. Do you ever feel this way?
-Fluffy
It's not until he's sleeping that the mask is dropped completely. His subconscious takes over and he's free to snarl and run and growl at leisure. He's in wolf form and he's running as fast as he can. The moon is so bright, and he feels the power of it coursing through his veins.
The house is within his sights. He slows down to a creeping sort of crawl as he uses the cover of the bushes to allow him to look around. The boy is at the window gazing up at the moon. Was he told stories about what the moon could bring? Was he taught a proper lesson about never getting too close to beasts like Scorpius when the moon was so close.
The moon is so bright, so full, and Scorpius remembers believing if he inched just a bit further out the window he could surely grab it in his grasp. After all, he was the Malfoy heir, and if he wanted the moon should it not be his to grab? There is a rustling in the bushes and Fluffy is whimpering so softly.
The boy can hear him. The window is open, and the boy can hear a poor animal in danger. Like any curious child with a heart of gold he sneaks out of the house with blankets and a lamp. He merely wishes to check on the dog. But this is no ordinary dog waiting for him.
The tears make the blood taste so sweet. The strangled cry in his throat makes him howl in delight.
"Grandfather, please, please help me," the child pleads, but it's too late. By the time the wolf has run off, the damage has been done. There will be no help for the boy or the grandfather now.
He's smiling a predatory smile and can taste the blood in his mouth when his eyes flash open. It takes a full moment before the nightmare completely registers. Scorpius feels so sick he nearly doesn't make it to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He remains huddled on the bathroom floor, shaking, trying to push past the most horrific part of the dream.
He'd turned a boy into what he was just because of what his grandfather had done; he'd felt satisfied after he did it.
It was just a dream. Always a dream. The potion kept him under the control. He'd made the potion correctly had he not? He'd watched his mother make it many times, and he was gifted in potions while in school.
He made it right. It was just a dream. Merely a nightmare.
He wants to run. To get away from the scent of death. To get away from the images of the dream.
Scorpius knows it is ridiculous to run though; you can't run fast enough to escape yourself.