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Draco struggled against the magic rushing through his body. He screamed in agony as the familiar fire raced through his veins. Draco fought the urge to escape into the regular and normal comfort of unconsciousness. He knew what would happen when he woke up, but he gave up and slowly the blackness claimed him. The last memory that stuck in his mind was the first time that Lucius had used on him;

(Draco's point of view and flashback)

"I told you to stay in your room!" my father screamed at me. I was five years old and my father had been having a business meeting downstairs. "Look at me!" he slapped me across the face. "I was having a very important meeting and you dared to come downstairs!"

"But father...I just wanted to–" I tried to explain. I had just preformed the Cruciatus curse on a fly on my windowsill. I wanted to show him, maybe he would have been proud of me for one minute in my life.

I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside

"Never interrupt me, ever!" my father spat, picking up a long silver staff with a green snake wrapped around it, there was a snarling timber wolf with long fangs dripping with blood.

"Please father. I'm sorry, please don't hurt me," I whispered, shamefully starting to cry.

Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

"No, or course not, I would never hurt you, Draco. Come here," my father became instantly calm and gathered me into his arms, something extremely unnatural for him. He then brought the staff down, almost touching my forehead. "I love you Draco. Abeo," he whispered.

I pushed myself out of his arms and ran for the door, as I felt like my body was on fire. My father stepped in front of me, grinning. I spun around and tried to get out the window. He grabbed onto my leg and I started to scream, the pain getting worse. Suddenly the fire stopped and I began to shake.

"Excellent," my father whispered. "Come with me," He grabbed onto my arm and apparated us to a place on Diagon Alley.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

Kill. Kill. Kill.

No one would ever change this animal I have become

Blood. Blood. Blood.

Help me believe it's not the real me

Must kill.

Somebody help me tame this animal

Must have blood.

(This animal, this animal)

My thoughts changed. A picture of a wolf tearing out a throat of a person, blood gushing down the street. A scream started to force itself out of my throat but came out as a growl.

My father looked down at me and smirked. "Perfect, just perfect," He pulled me down an abandoned lane and into a busy street. Slowly fur bristled all over my body and sharp fangs replaced my baby teeth. My thoughts were only of blood and death then and he let me go into the busy street.

I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)

I howled and lunged at the passing wizards and witches. They screamed and threw curses at me, but they all bounced off me. I jumped on a young wizard, tearing out his jugular vein.

(Third person point of view)

Draco screamed, but slowly the scream turned into a howl. The once handsome teen painfully morphed into an ugly grey and blonde half-wolf, covered with long coarse fur. His nose lengthened into a muzzle and he grew claws. Draco stood on all fours and lunged towards Robin.

So many times I've lied
(So many times I've lied)

"Now now. Not yet." Slade hit Draco on the head with his bo-staff. He drew back snarling and licking his jaws.

In return, Draco turned around and attacked Slade, breaking his mask, revealing yet another mask.

"Tsk tsk," Slade muttered. Even through his hazy mind, Robin knew Slade was smirking. "There was no reason to do that now was there?" he asked and hit Draco's snarling face again.

Draco winced back before letting out a low growl. He didn't make any move to lunge again, he just stood there, snarling at Slade.

"Now where were we?" Slade asked and knelt down by Robin, seemingly unaffected by the half wolf behind him.

But there's still rage inside

Draco stared at his attacker's back. How dare he hit him with the damn stick. Without a sound, he crept up behind and grabbed the stick pulling it from Slade's hand with a strong jerk.

Slade cried out in alarm then spun around to see Draco cracking his bo-staff with a snap of his massive jaws.

Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

Growling menacingly, he began to walk towards Slade. Slade's eye narrowed and he glared at the wolf.

"Listen to me you overgrown rat," Slade growled as Draco advanced.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one would ever change this animal I have become

Now although Draco may have been part wolf at this time, he still had his feelings and pride, and being called an overgrown rat still insulted him, and everyone (except Slade) knows that you shouldn't insult a wolf.

This proved to provoke him and he lunged at Slade in a flying fury of teeth claws and fur. Slade was thrown to the floor as Draco viciously bit into his neck, chest and stomach.

Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

Finally, Slade stopped trying to protect his face and reached for his belt. He whipped out an electro-disk and activated it then shoved it into the wolf's side.

Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

Draco jumped back with a howl then turned to nurse his burning side. The fur was singed and the flesh was red, broken in some places.

Slade took this opportunity to scramble to his feet and pull out a smoke bomb.

Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

"Good riddance you mangy mutt," he snarled and threw the bomb down as Draco lunged for him again.

Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this animal

But Slade was already gone and Draco jumped into thin air. He growled loudly in annoyance and looked around while sniffing the air, trying desperately to find any trace of Slade.

(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)

Finding none, he lifted his grey head and let out a bone chilling howl.

Sowhat if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal I have become)

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A/N : Haven't updated in like a couple months. Soo sorry. But I (Jessica) left Fanfiction for a while but I missed it and now I'm back. So please review and check out my new account – (romantic-suicide). Thanks a lot.