Inevitability

A/N: I’m so sorry it has been absolutely forever since I’ve updated. I never intended to leave this story for so long but my life just got out of hand. I hope you all can forgive me and thank you for being so patient and a big thanks to everyone who reviewed, I hope it was worth the wait.

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Chapter 5


There was a moment during breakfast where Malfoy was distracted and I took the opportunity, slipping out of my seat before he could say anything and heading off for Transfiguration. McGonagall was the only one in the class so far and gave me a disproving look but thankfully said nothing. I took the little time I had to try and read over the topics I had missed while… ‘injured’; not many of the teachers were being very helpful in explaining what I had missed only saying to ask someone for class notes. But that was as likely to happen as Snape giving points to Gryffindor.

After a few minutes Granger and Weasley came into the class and I was instantly grateful for sitting at the end of a table so Weasley was not next to me, but even with him two seats away my body began to tremble.

Granger seemed oblivious to anything; she acted as if the last few days/weeks, hadn’t happened, sitting down and prattling on about some gossip.

“Hey, I also heard that you’re not letting Draco feed from you.” She said casually, with the same disproval that I used to hear in her voice when she found out I had left an essay undone until three days before it’s due.

“It’s no rumor, I told him he can drink from my wrist but he doesn’t want to.” I said, trying to remain calm, trying to ignore the inanity of talking like we’re friends when I would have no qualms in slamming my fist into her smug face.

“Harry,” she said, her lips pressing together in a stunning imitation of McGonagall, “does it matter where he drinks from? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

Her tone grated on my nerves causing my teeth to grind and toes to curl. She made it sound like I was an idiot, like I was some spoiled brat complaining over who I got to sit next to whom in class, not where a person I despise can bite me and drink my blood!

“Yes. It matters.” I said stiffly, trying not to crack.

“God Harry! Don’t you understand what this means to the wizarding world! Why are you being so selfish, you don’t know how great you have it! I would kill for the position you’re in.”

“Then kill me and put us both out of our misery.” I snarled at her, and grabbed my books.

I had to leave, I could feel my magic tingling at the tips of my fingers, feel it building.

“Mr. Potter! Sit back down.” McGonagall called behind me, but I ignored her.

It would be better that my magic didn’t explode in a room full of people, even if right now I wouldn’t mind hurting more than a few of them.

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I went to where I always go when I’m feeling… I don’t want to say murderous because that makes me feel too close to Voldemort, but at this point I couldn’t think of a better way to describe it. Either way the Room of Requirements has always been the perfect place to take out my anger.

It let me destroy the room with my magic, and then would put it back together and let me destroy it again. Of course after there were always soft pillows for me to collapse into after expending the majority of my power.

So as I lay there panting and staring at the ceiling, the room still destroyed so I could enjoy the results of my anger, I began to think.

If I gave in to Malfoy completely I would be nothing for the rest of my life. I was ok with disappearing from the wizarding world and becoming a nobody, but I didn’t want to be nothing. I didn’t want to just be a trophy for Malfoy to parade around and use whenever he deemed fit.

With barely a thought there was a heavy tome beside me and I rolled over to look at it.

“Laws Pertaining to Magical Creatures and their Mates.” Perfect.


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Two days later and I was wishing a smaller book had appeared, or at least one with an index. Preferably one with a part stating ‘ways to escape undesired matings,’ but no such luck.

Malfoy had continued to nag me about feeding from my neck, about behaving properly, about dressing better, about sleeping in bed with him as fit my new station. Thoughts of that book and finding a loop-hole out of this mess was the only thing that kept me from testing to see if Avada Kedavra would kill vampires as well as a stake.

The news of me refusing Malfoy had spread completely and it was like I had never agreed to be his mate. I wasn’t attacked full out, partially because Malfoy was usually by my side, but the message was made clear enough. Part of me, a very small part, was grateful towards Malfoy since I was protected from the other students when near him. But I found that small part of my mind and proceeded to strangle and beat it to death, reminding it that this was all his fault in the first place.

But I had learned some things; like that a vampire had to do everything in his power to obtain the one that he had first been drawn to, and consequently the most beneficial choice available for the continuation of a powerful line. Besides nagging me for blood and groping me as he pleased in public I had seen no signs of him trying very hard, but that wouldn’t be nearly enough to break the agreement.

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On the third day I was getting nervous. Malfoy was clearly beginning to get hungry and it was beginning to show. He was paler than usual and when he would touch me his hands were disturbingly cold. I had set up an additional barrier around the couch where I slept, and was thankful for the thought when a few hours later I was woken by a hungry vampire, fangs fully extended, trying to claw through the shield, angry at being denied a prime opportunity to get at me.

But it was also the night of the third day when I found my chance. It was risky, but at this point I was desperate and could care less; even if this might result in my death, I couldn’t go on like this.

There was a minor clause, of course towards the end of the book, that stated that if the chosen failed to provide blood for their vampire for two weeks (which by that time the vampire would be almost, if not already, dead, or they would be in bloodlust) then the vampire would be forced to take the second choice for a mate.

For me those two weeks would have started the day I accepted the bond since he would have received blood else where before that. The way I figured it was that I had to disappear for the next two weeks, or get injured so badly that there wasn’t even a drop of blood for my body to spare. Malfoy had already informed me, and proven on more than one occasion that the small bond that had formed allowed him to find me anywhere, which left the second option.

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I spent all night making a potion that would be essential in this being a success, but was also the element that could result in my death. I found it somewhat ironic that it was my potion skills that my life would be relying on and wished Snape knew I felt no hesitation in the fact.

That morning Malfoy hounded me in front of the entrance to the Great Hall as to where I had been all night. I ignored his tirade for the most part, keeping a bored expression on my face and trying to ignore the hateful looks I was getting from my fellow students, keeping in mind my new plan.

I wanted to wait as long as possible, to make sure that they didn’t fix me up too soon so that Malfoy could drink from me again, but the next day I feared I had reached my limit.

From the very start of the day Malfoy seemed more… animalistic. I could have sworn he growled at me at one point that morning, and as we walked to breakfast he kept a firm grip on my hip opposite to him, holding me tight to his body and no amount squirming or protests would get him to let me go. My skin was crawling from someone touching me, surrounding me and controlling my body so thoroughly. I thought I was going to be sick; I couldn’t handle this, but somehow I managed to restrain the impulse until we sat at the table and he released me. There was no way I could eat after that; I need to be alone in a small space to get my control back. His insistence at sitting in the middle of the table never bothered me so much, and just gave me one more reason to hate him. It was then that I decided it would be today; the beginning of the end.

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It was after our last lesson that I managed to escape him, and probably wouldn’t have succeeded if it wasn’t for Snape holding Malfoy after to talk to him about something. I used my luck and walked swiftly to our nearby rooms, dropping off my book bag before heading towards the entrance hall; fingering the potions vile and one of my most precious gifts in my pocket nervously.

There were a few students outside but I headed towards the lake, it wasn’t uncommon for me to be seen walking around it lately, and once I was on the other side I could disappear into the forest.

I waited a few minutes, making sure no one would see me, and that Malfoy wasn’t looking for me yet before fading into the shadows and slinking into the forest.

I didn’t go very far, worried about what shape I would be in when I started to head back towards the castle, and I also wanted to lessen the chance of my blood drawing some creature and being attacked for real.

I conjured a mirror onto a tree, and then pulled out the first part of my plan. The dragon’s claw with a chain wrapped around the end to make a necklace had been a gift from Charlie for my last birthday, who knew it would be so handy.

Not only would it allow me to make some good looking claw marks but because they were made by the claw of a powerful creature, they would be extremely difficult to heal with magic.

I started in on my face. Taking some perverse pleasure in destroying what had always been the symbol of hope for this fucked up world. The claw was sharper than it appeared and cut deeply making me grit my teeth and my muscles clench for a moment before they relaxed.

It was somewhat comforting.

With Malfoy around I hadn’t been able to cut in days and it was a relief to truly release the tension that had been building.

Two more deep cuts on that cheek, one on my jaw on the other side and I continued down my body. I did smaller cuts first, wanting to prolong the point of where I would be too dizzy or weak to continue until I was completely finished, carefully reaching behind me to drag the claw down my back is plausible looking claw marks.

I cast a few hexes at myself, adding more cuts and scrapes that I might have got running through the forest, and cast another spell disheveling and ripping my clothes while covering parts of my body in dirt. I aimed once more at my side and mumbled a curse, the white light that impacted my side feeling like an entire car. I was sure that more than a few of my ribs were broken but thankfully none had pierced my lung. Satisfied I steadied myself again before grasping the claw firmly and stabbing it into my other side. I dug it deeper before ripping it out, tearing off a chunk of flesh and gasping at the pain. I struggled to find the strength to keep my arms from trembling too much, and managed to lodge the claw once more just above the last mark before ripping it out again.

The blood ran swiftly and I was starting to get dizzy as I struggled to keep hold of the bloody claw. I staggered for a moment before taking hold of the claw firmly once more and dragging it across the inside of my arm. This was so close to my normal cuts that I couldn’t help but gasp at a zing of pleasure before putting two deep marks on that arm.

I glanced at the mirror on more time before weekly banishing it, my left arm bleeding heavily and useless at my side. I struggled to put the dragon’s claw around my neck and used my last bit of concentration to transfigure it into a small golden snitch. My good arm reached into my pocket and pulled out the potion I had worked so hard on just the other night, before deftly flicking the top off and drinking it quickly before loosing my nerve. I didn’t feel any major change but I knew it would work when the time came.

Another wave of dizziness washed over me and my mind was having trouble processing any thought. The vial fell from my fingers that were growing numb as my body seemed to begin to stumble towards Hogwarts on its own volition.

I gripped my wand tighter though and mindlessly shot random defensive and offensive hexes at the ground as I walked that I could have done in my sleep, just incase they checked my wand.

I thought I could see people ahead of me but they must not have noticed me yet so I fought off the darkness I could feel waiting to consume me, and stumbled on.

My eyes were feeling so heavy, the blood rolling down my body feeling nice but reminding me that I couldn’t feel my arm and my legs didn’t feel all there either.

Briefly my mind cleared enough to think of how close I was to the Whomping Willow before something slammed into my face and sent me flying what seemed to be 30 feet.

Distantly I heard a scream as I hit the ground, my shoulder wrenching horribly, choking on blood, but the only thought in my head before the darkness took me was ‘fuck, I think I broke my jaw.’