Dark bonds

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy was a boy with many secrets and he withheld them greatly. Draco had many powers that other children at Hogwarts would never have and it was all because his mother was unfortunate to get a bite from a vampire in her days at Hogwarts. Narcissa Black (or now Malfoy) was sixteen years old when she and her friend Lily were roaming the Hogwarts’ grounds at night.

.::Hogwarts grounds nineteen hundred and sixty nine::.

“Lily, have you thought anymore about who you were going to go to Hogsmeade with?” Narcissa said, eagerly.

“No I haven’t. Maybe I’ll just let you and Lucius go alone,” Lily said, wishing she could like someone other than Angelo Valandil. But she knew his secret and was afraid. Lily trusted him but she still surprised herself by going out this late at night. Then she heard a soft noise. An eerie one. “Did you hear that?” she said to Narcissa, cautiously holding out her arm.

“Hear what?” Narcissa said, looking over her shoulder then seeing something that almost caused her death. “Oh my…No! Please don’t!” The next thing Lily saw was Narcissa being bitten on the neck, blood rushing out of her veins swiftly.

“Narcissa!” Lily screamed, paling at the scene she just witnessed. “No!”

.::Present::.

Draco’s mother was bitten by a vampire. One of the three victims that were almost killed at Hogwarts school. Draco didn’t know the others.

Draco walked over to his dresser near the four poster bed that took its residence in the Slytherin dormitories. He picked up a crystal vial containing a special potion that Severus Snape, the Potions master, was willing to make. Draco never knew that the only reason he was so willing to make this complicated potion was because he also had to take it every night. Draco swallowed the dark crimson liquid and sat down the bottle. Draco never had the oppourtunity to taste real blood. He as allowed in the light because his father was not a vampire. His father was just a normal wizard. Or as normal as any wizard could be.

“Draco,” said a mysterious voice that Draco didn’t recognize. He turned around quickly and saw a handsome man around Severus’ age. Tall with dark hair and eye lashes long and luxurious. He had lightly tanned skin and had the accent of an enchanting man. His voice held the ability to hypnotize. This was how Draco was able to sense the recent scent of sweet, fresh blood mingled with the potion that he had to take every day.

“You are a vampire aren’t you?” Draco said calmly, staring at the man.

“Yes I am. I also took the posistion of Defense against the Dark Arts professor,” the man said. “Though you may call me Angelo. I just wanted to meet you. We share a bond stronger than blood you see.” Angelo smiled, showing his fangs. This was another thing Draco inherited. The reason Draco never truly smiled.

“You were the one that bit my mum?” Draco asked calmly, but inside he was starting to feel anger.

“Aye, yes, I also needed to tell you something. This is why you need to come with me,” Angelo said, holding out his hand for Draco to take. For some unknown reason, Draco trusted him, took his hand, and they disappeared to a tower that was unknown to most. Angelo’s old home while he attended the school.

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I feel something in my mind. It’s screaming at me but I can’t hear it inside. I can feel struggle and I can feel pain. I am wondering when this will all go away.