Curse Of The Bite

The Bite

Authors note, a Canadian TV show called bitten inspired this story, so let's pretend, that the werewolves in harry potter don't only turn on the night of the full moon, but whenever they want/feel endangered or angered...
Also bill didn't just get a scar, he also got turned and is now the pack alpha at safe haven, don't worry fluer and little victorie are still apart of the story line!
So this is my first fanfiction, please leave me tips, ideas, wants, or if I'm doing something wrong (spelling/ or using a spell wrong, etc), let me know!

Draco and his parents apperated home, tired, oh so tired. Having spent all day being grilled by the ministry on information about other death eaters and their whereabouts. He looked at his parents noticing how much they had aged in just a few months. His mother's hair more silver than black, his fathers face covered in wrinkles.

Draco sighed about to tell his parents good night when he heard their sitting room door open and a maniacal laugh. Shivers went down his spine, he felt his mothers hand clutch his arm as he turned and faced Fenrir Greyback.

"There you three are... I've been waiting around all day for my three favorite traitors" Fenrir spoke, a smile on his lips, his teeth dark yellow, the smell of the woods coming from his clothes, what looked like blood stains covering his body. Draco gave him a look of boredom, having been taught never to show fear, but adrenaline filled his bloodstream, knowing this would not be a pleasant encounter.

"To what do we owe the pleasure?" Lucius drawled out, before a smirk graced his looks "you know this house is being watched by the ministry, not a place I'd want to be caught if I was you."

"Well I just have a little bit of business to take care of and then I'll be on my way" Fenrir replied before setting his eyes on Draco "I just wanted to give my eye for an eye... My freedom, for Draco's freedom."
Draco looked at the terrifying man that had inched closer, seeing the smirk on his face, before looking at his hand as he raised it, seeing werewolf claws, he grabbed for his wand but it was to late.
He cried out as his shoulder was slashed into, muscle being ripped as claws tore their way down his chest. Lucius grabbed his wand
"Alarte Ascendare" and Fenrir was thrown back into a painting of his grandfather Abraxas... Both crashed to the floor.
Draco gasped for breath and fell forward on his knees, clutching at his torn chest, the last thing he heard before blacking out was the sound of an apperation pop, and his mothers voice.

Two days later

Draco groaned as he came back to reality, he felt naked and sore...
He couldn't remember the last time he felt this sore... Oh wait yes he did, when his aunt decided to play a little game with him and the cruciatus curse his sixth year when he failed to kill Dumbledor.

He groaned and slowly opened his eyes while he sat up, and noticed the long scar going from his shoulder to the opposite end of his hip bone, he looked up running a hand through his hair and saw that he was in a cage...
"What the hell, did I get myself into?!" He muttered just as a man with fiery red hair came down into what Draco had dubbed the dungeon.

Bill smiled at him, or tried to anyway, the scars across his face making it more into a leer. "Good morning Draco, I was expecting you to wake up soon, get dressed and meet us upstairs for breakfast, yeah? Your moms been waiting to see you anxiously, and I'll explain everything when were all together." Bill said as he unlocked the cage, and placed a pile of clothes on a table outside of the cage, before heading back up the stairs he had just came down from.

Draco slowly walked out of the cage, clutching the bars, forcing his stiff muscles to move. He got dressed, thanking merlin they were his clothes and not some cheap hand me downs from a weasley.
Just as he was tying his shoes, he smelt breakfast... His stomach roared with hunger, and he heard his parents voices down coming from upstairs. He followed them anxious to make sure they were alright.

Draco walked into a spacious kitchen/ dinning room, and spotted his parents at the huge dining room table, Bill placing a full English breakfast in front of them.... To say his parents looked uncomfortable was an understatement, but both of their eyes brightened up when they spotted him, his mother flashing a small smile at him while getting up to hug him, his father stayed calmly in his seat, but gave Draco a slight nod.

"Oh my sweet boy" his mother said as her arms wrapped around him before releasing him and giving him a once over satisfied with his wellbeing, she pulled him down beside her at the table as another full English breakfast was served in front of him.
"Eat." Bill told him gesturing to the food as he took his place opposite of the family, his own breakfast in front of him.

They ate in silence for a few minutes before Draco cleared his throat,
"What is going on?" Bill looked at him for a second, swallowing what was in his mouth, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Well Draco your a werewolf now... As am I, infact I'm alpha of the pack, our pack... You're going to be living here for a while, until you learn the rules, of our kind and how to control yourself... And while most humans magical and muggles are not permitted to know about our secret, your parents have made a generous contribution to our house, so once a week they'll be allowed here to visit, until your able to leave the property"
Draco's eyes widened, flash backs of the previous few days coming to him, the pain of his wound for Fenrir, Bill helping him during his first change, telling him not to resist the pain or it would kill him. Draco looked at his mother tears in her eyes, before looking at his fathers stoney face. Lucuis looked at him for a second before speaking,

"Your mother and I, will take care of things from our end, just get better so you can come home my son."
After that Lucius stood up, "Come sissy, its time to leave." Naricissa looked like she was going to argue with her husband, wanting more time with Draco but knew better, arguing with him was like arguing with a brick wall, besides he was uncomfortable with not being able to help their child and wanted to go home where he could drown his sorrows in firewhiskey. She stood up and placed a quick kiss on her only sons forehead, before following her husband to the apperation point.

"Finish eating, youll need your strength, after your done, your room is upstairs to the left, your belongings already in there. A scroll of our rules on your desk... Memorize them. You live by them now." Bill said before taking his plate and washing it off.

"Oh yeah, clean up after yourself Malfoy, we don't have elves here"
Bill stepped outside on the back deck and Draco was alone.