Title: Human

Author: Metis' mischief

Summary: Harry Potter's life changed drastically, turning around 160 degrees completely. In an accident, he turned into a creature of the dark, feared by all. When the temptation for the call of the blood and flesh becomes too much for Harry. He becomes desperate and seeks help but many of his friends and colleagues, turned away from terror and disgust. True bonds are revealed. Friendships are tested. Draco Malfoy, an old enemy, unexpectedly, becomes the light of Harry's dark world.

Disclaimer: This scripture was based from the characters and scenes from the astonishing novels: Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling, and as an aspiring writer, I have no rights and claims to these fantastic novels but I dare say, what I only own are the ideas in this tale: HUMAN

Author's notes: This tale focus in the darker aspect of life, such as blood, flesh, temptation, betrayal, hatred and revenge along with it is hope and love. You have been warned!

00. Prologue: Incipere

Catching every breath, that person gave into the wind, tears that return to its beginning, sparkle of light from his eyes slowly fading from the darkness without any warning of its absconded. I let the rain fall to cry for him because right now I couldn't move, as I caress his face before he would leave me behind in this world, full of sorrow.

I've never thought of him dying, that right now the pain is unbearable. I would not have imagined it to be like this.

I held him tightly, afraid that once I let him go, he'll vanished before me. I loved him so much that it hurts whenever the thought of him dying passes my mind. I took a glimpse of him, he had that angelic face as ever, that at this moment possessed that stern but pained look.

"You're crying" he accused. "Please, don't."

I reached out to touch my face then I felt something wet, my tears.

"No, I am not" I said, rubbing away the tears and as I tried to make my voice steady but the more I struggle, the more it comes out hoarse. We held each other's hands, I become aware that he was cold; his hands felt like ice. I tremble as a surge of panic and a wave of despair came crashing down on me as I comprehend of what is to come. I told him that everything will be alright, that he'll live on. That help will come, eventually. I recited words of comfort to him but it were only to soothe the growing fear inside of me.

"It's okay, Harry." He smiled, knowingly. "I love you."

Those three words felt like more of a goodbye than its real indication. His acceptance of his end. Satisfaction of his act of love for me. I stared at him, a gnawing pain and a realization dawn unto me. More tears fell from my eyes. A cry of mourning escape from my lips.

Not this.

I don't want this. I don't want you to go. Don't leave me. I need you. I love you. You are my life!

I closed my eyes, praying to anyone that he could be saved. Be it an angel, a god or the devil himself!

I just need one miracle.

Author's message: It would be a great pleasure and help, if you would give a bit of advice or comment about this Preface, as a way of giving me support and a form of guide in the improvement of this story. Stay tune for the next update. That's all.

For now, adios!