Hey, I was scanning the archives the other day and realised that I couldn't find any Marcus Flint Veela fics at all amongst the hundreds of Draco Malfoy ones, so I jumped at the chance to write my own (:
I think it would be quite interesting to see how it would change Flint and how other would react to it!
Anyway I'll let you be the judge of that; this is pretty much just a prologue because there's not much going on.
Sighing ruefully, I pushed myself away from the cotton bedding I had been laying on. Scratching mercilessly at the back of my head I made my way towards the door that connected my bedroom to the main hall of my parent's manor house.
The flint manor house was not nearly as big as the Malfoy manor, but it still was quite huge by any standards, even I (who had lived there y whole life) had often found myself lost, although to be honest I'm not exactly well-known for my intelligence.)
Nodding my head slightly in acknowledgment as I passed a house elf who was trying desperately to stop the stack of plates that it held precariously in its hands from toppling over, I decided to make my way to the dining hall where my father and mother would most likely be at this time of day.
Despite the rumours that circulated the halls of Hogwarts, the Flint family was not a dysfunctional one, despite various family connections to the death eaters I had so far managed to stay out of that rubbish, I personally had no death wish, and so realised (like any sensible Slytherin) that by not choosing to join either sides, I could be in no danger.
Pushing open the doors that led to the dining hall, I immediately spotted my parents sitting at the opposite end of the large table, scowling lightly I began to make my way towards them, only when I was standing 2 meters away from them did they notice my presence, immediately glancing upwards, my mother (Elizabeth) gave my father a pointed look.
Father gave her a sharp shake of the head, so quickly that had I not been watching them so tentivaly I would have missed it. Titling my head slightly to the left in confusion, I decided to let it go, and instead sat opposite where My parents were sitting.
"So Marcus..." father started, but trailed off when he no doubt realised he had nothing to say to his only son.
"We need to go to Diagon alley in few days," Mother said, taking over from whatever father had been trying to do.
"That's fine, I'll make my own way, I intended to meet up with Higgs anyway," I said quickly, not wanting to be forced around Diagon alley with my mother, at the age of 16 that would be more than a little embarrassing.
"It's quite alright, I wanted to go to Diagon alley anyway." She insisted, as I opened my mouth to complain, she must have spotted my look and quickly added "I won't be following you around all day, don't worry."
Instantly relaxing, I pushed my chair backwards until it was being suspended on two legs.
"Marcus, we need to talk." Father said rather suddenly. At his serious expression, I almost let the chair topple over backwards, regaining my balance at the last second, I raised one eyebrow curiously.
"I will leave you two to talk then," Mother said immediately, briskly walking away towards the other room. Frowning at her retreating back I turned to face my father once more, very confused and eager to find out what was going on.
"I've got something to tell you, and you are not going to like it,"
The thought that I had been signed up to become a death eater immediately crossed my mind, and I opened my mouth to argue but I was silenced by a raised hand.
"Don't interrupt me" Father said sternly. I had said earlier that the Flint family were (unlike the school rumours) not a dysfunctional family, but that didn't mean that they didn't abide by the social hierarchy (that most pureblood families stuck to).
Falling into a (somewhat) respectful silence, I awaited the dreaded news.
"You are not...completely pureblood." Once again, I almost fell backwards of my chair. My jaw practically unhinged itself as I starred disbelievingly at him, images of adoption flashed through my mind, along with thoughts that the flint family had somehow hoodwinked the rest of the pureblood community and were, in fact, merely a family filled with mudbloods.
"what?" I practically shouted, thrusting my chair away from the table, and instead choosing to pace up and down the length of the table.
Father made a move as if to scold me, but instead settled back into his chair awaiting my next question.
"But...how? I mean...was I adopted? Or are we all mudbloods... and if we are then..." Fathers glare cut me off mid rant.
"Of course we are not mudbloods, we have no muggle blood running through our veins." This comment however did nothing to calm me.
"So I'm adopted? Am I mudblood then? Or am I at least a half-blood?"
"Neither." This confirmation at least made me calm down a little more, but I was more confused than before.
"Then what are you talking about."
Indicating me to sit opposite him once more, he began to explain in detail what was no doubt the conversation he had just had with my mother.
"as you know, your mother is a close relation to the Malfoy's. It may not come as a surprise to you, seeing as how their youngest son has turned out, that the Malfoy's have a hint of Veela genes that re-occur as the dominating gene every few generations." Nodding slowly in acknowledgment, I wasn't really sure where he was going with this.
"Obviously your mother had barley any of this gene, and so she had little chance of the Veela gene dominating the wizard blood in her."
Nodding once again, I shot my father an impatient look, wishing he would just get to what this had to with me.
"...although It may not seem like it, the flint family too has a hint of Veela blood running through the generations..." He trailed up, and looked directly at me, scrutinizing my reaction.
I wasn't an idiot, I could tell where he was going with this, but I have been wrong about these sort of things before and there was no way I would accept this until I had no other choice.
"...I'm assuming you know where this is going, I'm telling you this now because tomorrow you turn 17, and if the Veela blood is dominant you will be experiencing some changes tomorrow."
I raised my eyebrow. If I'm honest, I'm not totally sure what a 'Veela' exactly is, like I said I'm not exactly well-known for my intelligence. But from what I can gather, Veela are just very human like creatures.
Catching on to my ignorance, he continued "Veela are a race of semi-human, semi-magical creatures reminiscent of the Sirens of Greek mythology. They appear to be young, beautiful human women, and their appearance and especially their dance are magically seductive to almost all males. When Veela are angry, however, they transform into something more like Harpies — their faces turn into cruel-beaked bird heads and long scaly wings burst from their shoulders, and they can launch balls of fire from their hand. "
"Young, beautiful woman?" I frowned, my arms crossing instantly in disgust "You better not be implying what I think you're implying."
"Of course not," He replied sharply, shaking his head lightly at my 'foolishness' "where you not listening? You only have a little Veela in you, so you're not full-blooded."
"what's the difference?"
"As you are not full blooded, you shall have no 'harpie' alter ego, although you will become more attractive,"
"Is that all?" I said, mentally sighing in relief.
"It could be..."
"What do you mean? What else is there?"
"Veela's also indirectly choose a mate – a soul mate if you will- that they are to stick to until 'death do they part' the Veela's ordinarily would be able to sense when their mate is around them, and they have a 'spiritual connection' to them, meaning the Veela experiences their mates emotions, and they also become very protective of their mates, and extremely jealous of those around them, which is often when they change into their 'harpie' forms. But also, the Veela must be accepted by their 'mate' if they are not, they can often die of heartbreak, or else become merely a shell of their true selves, the same thing applies to if their mate dies."
"That...won't affect me will it?" For the first time since this conversation began, I was truly terrified. After all, I wasn't exactly good looking and I didn't know just how much this Veela blood affected me. What if I did have a mate, but none of the attraction qualities Veela are supposed to have? I would have an impossible time trying to get this girl to like me, and more likely than not she would reject me...I hated feeling powerless, and knowing that my life was in someone else's hands would drive me insane.
"I'm not sure." My father replied honestly. "It is unlikely."
Visibly relaxing, I settled down into my chair letting my head rest against its back. "Well that's a relief"
Pushing myself up from the chair, I began to walk back towards the dining hall's entrance, before turning back to my father one more time "that is everything right?"
"Well, you senses should intensify as well, but that's hardly something to worry about," Nodding once again, I headed back towards my bedroom to mull over what I had just heard.
Pushing the doors open to my en suite bathroom, I took a quick look in the mirror that hung over my sink. My face starred back at me as it always had done, my square jaw accented the teeth that strung out at odd places, my thick black hair sticking out on all angles. It felt weird knowing that the next time I looked in this mirror I would see something completely different.
Then again, there was always a chance that the Veela' genes wouldn't even effect me, or maybe wont effect me very much.
I hope they don't.
Tearing my eyes away from the glass, I decided to send an owl to Higgs. But as I pulled a piece of parchment towards me, I suddenly felt at a loss of words. After all, what would I tell him?
"Hey Terrance,
Just thought I would let you know that I may be a Veela, which are supposed to only be girls.
Flint"
To be fair, I didn't see that going down very well.
Rubbing the back of my hand across my eyes, I decided to lie on it. Decide what to tell Terrance tomorrow and not worry about it yet.
And with the reassuring thought that this may all be just a very twisted dream, I fell into an uneasy sleep.
Yay! So there you go!
Flint seems OOC I know, but I wasn't sure how to write about the whole Father/son relationship, but it should be easier to write him in character when we start to see some of the other Hogwarts students, plus I don't think Flint would come across as a 'bully' or just a 'mean' person to his parents.
Annnyway, so that's it for now ]= I'll write more soon :D