Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I have no rights to Harry Potter nor do I make any money by writing these fic's.

Summary-

Harry has come into his inheritance a year early, and finds out that Draco is his mate. A new group has risen up in the war between black and white. What is this group's intentions? And what does Draco have to do with it? Can Harry figure out a way to be with Draco, and still keep his friends, while trying to end this war once and for all? Or will he fail and loose his friends, his mate, AND the war?

Warnings: Yaoi (Male/Male), Magical Creatures, and so on.

Chapter one

Harry was panting from the pain that had just left his body. The pain was horrible; he had never felt like that before. It first started as a small irritating itch on his stomach, then spread all over his body. It was the kind of itch that kind of stung more than it tickled, and it soon turned into a pain that felt like someone had dunked him into a boiling pot of hot oil. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming as he felt his bones break and re-grow making him slightly taller, he nearly bit through his lip when his back split open making his blood splatter on the walls, floor, and ceiling. Then as quickly as the pain started, it stopped. Leaving Harry lying in a pool of his own blood, panting.

As the pain slowly passed Harry found himself lying on his bed heavily panting, he knew that he had to get up and clean the blood before it stained the sheets, which Aunt Petunia would have a fit over, but he couldn't find it in him to care. It felt like someone had sucked all the strength out of him, nor did he have the strength to keep his eyes open. Finally, after three minutes, Harry lost the battle to keep his eyes open and fell into a deep sleep.

Harry's hair had grown so that is now reached the top of his butt, his ears were now pointed. His body took on a new feminine look to it, his pupils were now slits. All in all, Harry looked beautiful.

Never once did he spot the little midnight blue butterfly fly through the glass of his closed window. Nor did he see the flash of bright light as the butterfly turned into a young girl who looked no older than eighteen with long midnight blue hair and dark royal blue eyes. She was wearing a knee length dark gray dress and gray arm warmers. As soon as her feet touched the floor, the blood began to clean itself; the room was clean in a matter of seconds.

The girl looked around the room with a look that just screamed disgust; she walked over to Harry and gently picked him up. As soon as she picked him up, Hedwig started to hoot and thrash about in her cage, as if trying to get at her.

"Oh hush now," the girl said, trying to get the owl to shut up, but only made the bird even noisier, "And to think I was planning on letting you live, but I guess I have no choice."

And right after she said that, Hedwig dropped to the bottom of her cage, dead. The girl smirked before walking to the window. As she neared the window, it opened and the bars on it fell to the ground with a loud crash.

"I think we've been here long enough. The mistresses are waiting to meet you," The girl muttered to the still unconscious Harry.

\''/ somewhere else \''/

Draco sat up in bed panting. He looked around the room as if searching for something, or someone. Once he was sure he was alone, he pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them. There was no way that was real.

He did not just see Harry Potter being beaten by a man that looked more like a tusk-less walrus. He did not see the man throw Harry into a room that was smaller than his bathroom, he did not see the boy turn into a Dark Fairy. And there was certainly no way he saw him getting kidnapped by a Dark Fairy hunter that killed his owl with just one look. Yup, there was no way, he was just dreaming. That was it, that was all it was.

Draco sighed as he buried his head into his knees and shuddered as he fought back his tears of fright and frustration. Who was he kidding? He knew what he had just seen was real; he had been having these vision-dream like things since he first met the boy in Madam Malkin's.

Draco groaned as he felt a shift of his shoulder blades, his wings wanted to come out, but he didn't want to feel the pain that he always felt when they came out. Another shift, a little more painful than the last, and Draco gave in, letting his wings out. Draco bit his lip as the pain of them ripping open the skin around his shoulder blades shot through his body. Knowing there was blood on the wall behind him, and his bed and maybe even the ceiling, Draco snapped his fingers calling a house-elf.

"What can Checky do for yous master Dracos?" The House-elf asked bowing.

"Clean up this blood," Draco said standing up and flexing his wings, they were silver and green dragon wings. They seemed to always want to come out when ever Harry was in danger, on his mind, hell they wanted to come out whenever the boy was near him.

Draco ran a hand down his face groaning sleepily, he was tired but knew that sleep would not come to him anytime soon. He looked at the clock and groaned again, it was 4:30 in the morning.

'Damn Potter for waking me up this early' Draco thought and instantly felt dumb for blaming Harry when he knew it wasn't the boy's fault, hell Harry didn't even know about these vision-dream like things.

Draco walked to the bathroom, though his instincts were telling him to fly to where ever that stupid fairy hunter had taken his little Harry. And if he found him injured, or in danger, he would kill every one of those damn fairies! Draco, unknowingly, narrowed his eyes and growled a deep angry growl that had the house-elf quickening her pace and vanishing before the irritated dragon could kill her.

Once Draco was in the bathroom, he stripped down and stepped into the shower, which magically started, and tried to relax. He sighed and leaned back against the shower wall, closing his eyes. A picture of Harry sleeping under the trees at Hogwarts appeared in his mind and a small smile found its way onto Draco's face. As soon as they got back to school, Draco was going to make his move, and he would have Harry as his no matter how long it took. Harry would be his. Draco's smiled widened at that thought, oh yes Harry Potter would be his.

\''/ Elsewhere \''/

A person covered in a dark red cloak walked down the empty street, they came to a fork in the road and stopped.

"Which way?" The person asked and the wind blew from right to left, so the person then turned left. After awhile the wind blew again, causing the person to stop and look to the right to see a two story old house, "So this is where he is hiding?"

The figure gained no reply to his question, not even from the wind. The person walked to the house and knocked on the door. A few minutes later, the person heard someone swearing as they walked to the door.

"What the hell do you want?" The person in the house asked throwing open the door. That person had shoulder length, wavy black hair and dark brown/black eyes. He was wearing dark blue sweat-pants and a gray over sized shirt, "Who the hell are you, and why the hell did you come here at 5 o'clock in the fucking morning!"

"It's nice to see you too Severus," The person said, removing the cloaks hood to reveal a young woman with long wavy chocolate brown hair, warm dark brown/black eyes, and a masked covered face. The mask looked to be pink fairy wings lined with black. The colour in Severus' face drained once he saw who it was, he bowed and moved out of the door way to allow the woman in.

"Lady Izabath, to what do I owe this little unannounced visit?" Severus asked with annoyance in his voice. The woman laughed a little before stepping into the house.

"I have managed to locate your missing son," The woman said and Severus' eyes widened at that.

"That is good to hear, but why is it that you have come to tell me and not one of the soldiers?" Severus asked trying to fight the urge to jump up and down like a little girl at the news that his son had finally been found after 17 years. The woman sat down on the sofa and looked at her dark pink nails.

"It seems the gods have chosen your son to be the next ruler of the Dark Fairies," Lady Izabath said while smirking and sounding as if she were talking about the weather.

Severus' eyes widened, he didn't know if he should feel happy or worried. His son had just turned 17 today, most likely alone and didn't know what was happening to him, and now he would be thrust into a world he most likely knew nothing of, and was expected to rule it. And then let's not forget the war that was going on, he would be forced to pick a side even if he didn't want to, Voldemort and Dumbledore would make sure the poor confused boy would pick a side, which side that was though, no one knew just yet.

"What?" Severus whispered after a few minutes of silence.

"When I saw your son just a few minutes ago he had the mark of Thor on his forehead. You know what it means if Thor marked him," Lady Izabath said.

"He will be the most powerful creature alive," Severus said, eyes wide.

"And with that power comes great responsibilities-" Lady Izabath started.

"-and great danger," Severus muttered, finishing for her. Lady Izabath nodded then stood up as she brushed the imaginary dust off her cloak.

"Well, if you want to see your son I will take you to him," Lady Izabath said, holding out her hand to him.

Severus took the hand without hesitation, he was going to see what kind of man his 17 year old son had turned out to be.

To Be Continued...