Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

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Draco showed up to dinner that night. Snape already questioned why he was hiding from them. With Anise’s crush safely dealt with and out of the way, Draco should have felt relieved. Instead, he felt anxious that he may have ruined something in her. She sounded so hurt.

Draco scanned the Hall for a sign of her, but there was nothing. Draco finished his meal quickly and walked to his private quarters. Tonight he would have to deal with Fenrir’s cubs and he needed to be on point.

Draco unlocked his door and moved inside to his desk. Unlocking a drawer, he stared at the limitless supply of vials that were encased there. Wolfsbane. Draco touched the scar on his cheek thoughtfully.

If things had been different, maybe he would not have accepted the change. Like Charlie Weasley, he could have fought it against it and simply taken on more permanently wolfish qualities. Draco had been at the lowest point in his life when Fenrir attacked him.

The claw to his face was followed by a lick in which Fenrir purposefully contaminated Draco. A bite would have sealed him permanently in this stasis but another wizard attacked before Fenrir could finish the job.

Draco had been sure he was dying when Fenrir left and he ceased to fight the invading organism. It rippled through his bloodstream and changed, mutating him into the thing he was now. A damned monster.

Once the first full moon had hit, he was unprepared for the change. Draco killed two serving girls, and finally his Mother’s house elf captured him, until he was able to regain consciousness.

Draco immediately went to the Ministry to turn himself in, but Damocles Belby; the creator of the Wolfsbane Potion stopped him.

Belby ran tests on him, considering the rare way he contracted the disease, Belby was sure that it could be cured at his stage.

Draco had the same abilities as Fenrir. He could change at any time. The only time he could not control it was when it was a full moon. This could be stopped with a simple potion.

Draco realized that the only way to change back to human form was to undo it. Draco spent a few years trying to study the timeline and see if there was a way to change it. Until his mother’s death. Sentenced to the Kiss for her compliance with the Dark Lord, Narcissa Malfoy was the last remnants of his tattered willpower.

On a rampage after the funeral, Draco discovered among his Mother’s possessions, a time turner. An unregistered time turner. He knew he had to go back, not just for him, but for his mother, father and for any one who ever suffered because of the Potters.

The plan in the end was so alarmingly simple. Draco would make sure that the Potters never came together. He would sabotage their relationship and nothing would ever be this way again. Then a demon pixie interfered and changed all of that.

Once Draco got back, he decided since he was already cursed, he might as well dedicate himself to dealing with the things that only his kind could handle. The most dangerous, suicidal missions possible were undertaken. Now, he was back at his roots and he felt it like a thick cloud hanging over his head.

The reminder of why he would never be able to be with Anise. Young or not, she deserved better. Draco had a few years to adjust to the idea of being alone his whole life. Sometimes Draco caught himself moping and letting go off his human ideas and the thought of being anything like that twerp Professor Lupin made him angry.

Draco took up constant vigilance. Since he could change at will, no one had to know what he was. With the Wolfsbane potion, he never slipped up on a full moon. Tonight was no exception. Draco grimaced as he tossed back the potion and set down the empty vial. Staring at his only human lifeline was depressing him and he swept the vial into the trash.

A harsh knock landed on his door and he walked to it with a growl.

“Open up Malfoy, its Snape.” The voice came through the door muffled.

Draco wrenched the door open and stared across at Snape, Potter, and McGonagall.

“A student is missing Mr. Malfoy. I could not help noticing it is a full moon tonight. We suspect that Fenrir is involved.” McGonagall walked inside his room.

Draco nodded solemnly. “That is a good guess. How long has the student been missing?”

“Since earlier today.” Snape sounded tense and Draco narrowed his eyes at him. Snape never sounded tense.

Harry Potter looked gray in the face as he walked up to Draco. “Help me. Help me find my little girl. Please Draco.”

Draco felt the room fall away as he stared at Potter. Anise was the student. Anise was in Fenrir’s hands.

Draco shifted as he felt rage roil through him and he growled, a low dirty, guttural sound.

Snape tensed and stepped between Potter, McGonagall, and Draco. He brandished his wand in Draco’s face.

Draco’s silver eyes became slitted as he felt the beast roil inside him, clawing to get out in his anger.

“Calm yourself Malfoy.” Severus sniffed the air and checked the trash.

“Wolfsbane…? Mr. Malfoy I dare say you have been keeping quite a secret from us.”

Draco’s hands clawed and he shoved them in his pockets. “ Yes, well, it was no secret that Fenrir attacked me. I just don’t think anyone cared what the result was, oh besides this lovely scar.”

Draco breathed rapidly as he tried to sooth the beast scrambling inside him.

Potter looked wary. “ If you’re one of them, you can find Anise, bring her back.”

Snape sighed exasperatedly. “And they wont notice a new wolf running among them?”

“I would have to fight for dominance to even get near her, if that’s where she even is. How do we know she is off having a tantrum somewhere?”

Draco wished he could snatch the words back as soon as they fell out of his mouth. Snape and Potter both gave him a cold disgusted look. Draco was not even going to explain why he thought that might be the case.

“I will go look for her, but heaven help her if she is with Fenrir. She is probably already turned by now.” Draco whispered grimly, sweeping past the three and out of his room.


Draco took to the Forbidden Forest, utilizing his sense of smell. The rotting undergrowth, and freshly turned dirt, reminded him of the earthy parts of the Black Forest and he struggled not to respond to the urge to break loose and run, embracing the night, the air and the life that seemed to vibrate around him.

Draco howled as the moon broke the surface of the clouds and he felt his body cracking, his bones shifting and elongating into a stunted canine version and his jaw cracked painfully as it shifted until all that was left of Draco, was an overly large artic wolf with enormous paws and silver-black eyes.

The wolf sniffed the air, pawing towards the river. Its eyes glowed as it picked up the scent it was seeking. Its hackles rose as it smelled something worse, blood and death. Taking off at a sprint, the wolf dived through the forest at the increased pace. Skidding to a stop at a cave, the wolf smelt the feral aroma of cubs, and meat. Smothered in that darkness was a delicate scent of the one he was seeking. The witch. The wolf nosed inside the cave and padded softly towards the now trembling mass.

Anise felt like her heart would stop from panic. She had been headed back to school when she was knocked unconscious and dragged to this place. Chunks of animal meat and gristle were making a nest in twigs and branches and the smell was terrible.

Her wand had snapped from the struggle with the clawed man who grabbed her. Why didn’t she see this coming? She heard a feral growl in the low shadowed darkness of the cave and she shuddered.

Anise made out by the moonlight a bright sight. A beautiful artic wolf with white fur and silver etchings was heading right for her. The wolfs muzzle pressed into her hair and it sniffed her. It growled lowly in its throat and Anise froze.

Draco could not smell any of her blood. Gods know he has a great deal of experience with what that smelled like.

The wolf heard voices coming and it laid down in the shadows. Watching Anise as two wizards moved into Anise’s part of the cave….

One of the Wizards spoke. “Potter is here. You were right to make it his daughter. The castle is relatively unguarded.”

A gruff voice that Draco recognized as Fenrir’s spoke. “Not entirely unguarded, but you were successful in trapping the quarry.”

“Potter is still at the castle.” The other wizard looked puzzled.

“I don’t care about Potter, you imbecile. I care about my child. My long lost son.” Fenrir growled and turned on Draco in his hiding place. Draco felt something sweep the side of his head and he yelped and growled, ripping at Fenrir’s arm. The Wizard struck a bolt of energy at the wolf and it whimpered as it fell down next to Anise, unconscious..

Anise’s eyes went wide as she tried to squeeze back from the two men.

“Your son?” The wizard asked with a cool smile.

Fenrir growled ferally and his grotesque features curled into a menacing grin. “Welcome home.”

The injured wolf began to shudder and the bones cracked hideously loud as the wolf shuddered, and slowly the change took over and soon a young man naked from the waist up in tattered pants, lying on the ground next to her, covered in a thick substance that was like water.

Anise scooted further back as Fenrir laughed and turned from them both and moved through a crack in the cave wall. The other wizard waved his wand sealing it behind them.

Anise slowly rolled over the wolf-man’s body and she gasped as the moonlight hit his face. The man’s startlingly beautiful pale face was complete with pale blond hair and a thin claw mark scarring his visage.

Anise stared down at Draco in shock. Anise was suddenly very sure that Draco was supposed to kill her here. If not turn her completely.

Anise Potter was terrified.


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Snape and Potter paced back and forth in McGonagall’s study.

“Draco, a werewolf. I cant believe it.” Potter rubbed his chin.

“It would explain why he didn’t seem to age much.” Severus offered. “Werewolves typically regenerate most tissue damage with exaggerated speed. His lifestyle also seems a bit hazardous for a pureblood wizard with limited physical ability.”

Potter nodded grimly. “Yeah, Quidditch and all, Draco never seemed very physical to me.”

Hermione suddenly burst inside the Headmistress’s Office. Her hair curled haphazardly about her shoulders seemed to have a life of its own. Her feet were bare and she had on a black dress that tied at the neck and fell in tatters about her legs. Her brown eyes were glowing with something otherworldly and she mumbled under her breath.

“The Paradox eater has been taken. Her savior and our catalyst will be her executor. The boy who lives, must stop the sons of Ghede from rising to slaughter. It falls tonight. Ezuli calls you protector, Fight one last time. Cut the ties of mortals and forever cement the beginning of time.”

Hermione’s voice trickled over the room, separated into a chorus of disjointed sounds. Her body was beginning to lift from the ground and her arms outstretched towards Severus.

Snape took a step forward towards his lover, and Hermione dropped to the ground lightly on her feet, her hips undulating in sexuality as she leaned up to drop a kiss on his mouth.

“This vessel no longer can sustain the life-force of the entities Loa. It contains a seed and is unsuitable to my uses. You will find me a new shell before this night turns, sorcerer, protector, it will come to you.” Severus sagged against Hermione as her words ran chills over his neck.

“Seed…”

“A child... Foolish mortal.” The entity laughed and it sounded both hypnotic and dark.

Severus broke out in a cold sweat. The thing possessing Hermione was threatening his child, if he could not find someone to let the Loa mount instead. Another sacrifice, but whom? Severus pushed the thought from his mind as he turned to Potter.

“Hermione has been possessed by a spirit called Loa, we have been researching how to exorcise it but nothing is revealing itself. It needs a new host. Hermione is… is with child.” Snape quickly snapped out to the puzzled faces looking at him and turned to the glowing deity.

“You said, Sons of Ogoun.”

“Yessssss… Ogoun, my spirit husband. He calls War, and Death, just as Ghede can; Sons of his will attack the school tonight. It will try to kill Hermione, and with it, my opportunity to survive. I will help you, but my price is clear. I need a new host.”

“Deatheater’s…” Harry whispered.

“Take me…” Severus grabbed Hermione and shook her.

“You make a good servant, but you do not possess the ability to contain us.” Her voice split again and Harry fought the urge to shudder.

“My choice will become clear soon; it is up to you to do what needs to be done.”

“The Garoul has fallen to his father. You must interfere. All will soon be lost. Look to the cave, three stones from the Arachnids, this is the place of all being. ” Hermione s voice slowly reverted to normal and she leaned on the desk with a gasp.

“I could see everything happening but I couldn’t stop it.” Hermione shuddered and Severus grabbed her. “Fenrir is there, with Anise and Draco. Draco was a werewolf.”

Harry exchanged looks with Snape and they nodded. They both had not told Hermione of Draco’s condition. The spirit was telling the truth.

“Gather the students and lock down the school.” Snape shouted to McGonagall.

Severus, Hermione and Harry ran for the door.

Harry muttered. “The cave of Arcadia. Lupin had spoken of it to me once. It was legend that the first werewolf formed there. I had no idea that the Forbidden Forest was hiding it.”

Snape glared thoughtfully. “I know where the cave is, its getting everyone out alive and killing Fenrir that is the problem. Oh, and the gods only know, how many werewolves.”

Hermione grabbed her wand and nodded grimly. “We have no choice. Anise is out there. I can only hope that Draco is able to protect her from the worst of it.”

Potter blanched and sprinted into the forest with that gruesome thought.

TBC –


Glossary of Terms –

Garoul – Old French word for werewolf.
Ogoun – Loa Deity- Husband to Ezuli, Erzuli and a million other spellings.
Ghede- Loa of Death, that old guy at the crossroads and etc..
Arcadia- A play on the name of the place where the first werewolf was formed at a lake nearby.

Side Note: I have always intended for Draco to be a Werewolf. I am sorry if this upsets some people but this sl was decided 13 chapters deep and now I am at 40, kinda late to back out now


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Sureves Epans, my favorite reviewer… To answer your question about why you want to get rid of the LOA, well……. They are devilishly hard to please, and it the demands are never ending. The difference between great sex and nonstop sex. Hehe.


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