Prologue

I am flooing to Number 12 Grimmauld place. I was told that Sirius had a portrait of him painted before he died. 'So… Again no one feels the need to tell me about things when I need them the most… Dumbledore should've at least felt the need to tell me that I could still talk to my godfather before I came back to the Dursleys that summer. What do these people take me for? I defeated Voldemort, so they can't take me for being fragile as glass… Can they? Oh well. At least not much has changed; I still have my 8th year at Hogwarts left.' I think as I venture up the first flight of stairs to where the portraits are located.

"Sirius Black! How could you place a dungbomb in my portrait? Ooh! The Nerve of you! Your brother had much more sense than you! When I get done with you, there will be no hands to pick up and throw dungbombs with!" I hear his mother shout at him and she fleetingly reminds me of the Howler Ron's mom sent him when we stole the car… I run into the room, so happy to see Sirius and as I run in, I see Sirius running from portrait to portrait away from his mother. I laugh; his portrait is exactly like him.

"Harry!" Sirius shouts, I'm half-expecting him to transform into his animagus and run me over, he just seems so real. "It's so awesome to see you alive and well, I haven't seen you since before Voldemort's death! How are you?" He asks, so happy, he could be jumping up and down for joy. "I'm good, how about you?" I ask. "I'm great! I'm so glad I can see you again! But, there was a reason I needed Dumbledore to call you here. You have to know something…" He states in a solemn voice. 'Shoot, if I have to defeat another dark lord…' "Is it about my parents?" I ask, hoping against hope that it's not. "Partially… But not in the way you think." He answers. 'Professor McGonagall did say he had something important to tell me… Why doesn't he just tell me already?' "Then just tell me." I exclaim; a little annoyed that he keeps hesitating instead of telling me whatever it is. "Okay." Sirius says after a long pause. "Pick me up and take me to your room first though, so we can have some privacy." I comply with his wants, "now what is it?" I ask.

"Do you know much about Veelas?" Sirius blurts out the question. "I know they are magical creatures that have wings and soul mates, and are the sexiest creatures alive…. Why? What do Veelas have to do with anything?" I ask. "Oh crap… Crap… Crap... I am NOT a Veela, am I?" 'Does my life always have to be so abnormal, seriously, if something normal happens, I might just faint because of how things are going.' "Ten points to Gryffindor, you got it on the first try… Okay. So you know a little about Veelas after all, well, that's half of it. You also come into your inheritance at 12:00 AM… So you better get some sleep…" Sirius trails off as I am drifting off into dreamland.

am in Snape's potions classroom, and next to me there is this amazing warmth I feel. I reach out and touch the guy's arm next to me, it sends shivers up my spine of pure pleasure, and he smells so good; I want to see if he tastes good too. I know he does though, they warm up the dark loneliness I keep feeling, I know I am meant to be with them through feeling alone, and he smells so good that I feel like just tasting the air around him, with the vanilla and cinnamon swirling around my senses.

I awake from that most pleasant dream by a harsh pain. My ribs are lengthening and my legs are breaking themselves at the same time with the repulsive "Crick!" My muscles are all stretching and bending themselves while my shoulders pull to make themselves broader. It hurts so bad I can't cry out, while silent tears stream down my face as if they are trying to talk for me. My hair starts glistening with sweat and something else, a little bit of blood comes out of my shoulder blades, I feel a rip forming at the back of my shoulder blades as my wings burst out. They are white, feathery wings, almost like an angel. My pain pauses for a second, almost as if to let me admire them, which admire them I do. They are extremely sensitive and as I touch them it feels almost as if they are extremely numb. I feel them with my hands, but my wings can't feel my hands. They are so soft, almost as if they are meant to be touched by someone.

The pain stops after a while. I look into a tall mirror and admire the differences. I have shortened so that I am now about 3 inches shorter, which is pretty bad, seeing as I was already only 5'6. My black hair is now shining like a black halo, and as soft as silk. My eyesight has improved so that now I don't need glasses. My green eyes have become brighter and sexier. My already toned stomach muscles have now become a fully-fledged six-pack. "Are you okay Harry?" I jump; I had completely forgotten that Sirius was even there. "About as okay as possible I guess." I answer. "I've heard that the inheritance is supposed to be especially painful. But it's over now." He says. I stand there dumbfounded "if you knew then why didn't you warn me?" I ask furiously. "It is just more fun this way." He answers, I am about to say something about "his horrible sense of what's fun" when I think better of it and just roll my eyes mumbling "for you maybe."

"Now, let's get to business shall we? What did you dream last night?" He asks. "How is that getting down to business?" I ask, wondering if Sirius was this 'off his rocker' when he was alive. "Just tell me and you shall see." I divulge my dream to him. "You will meet your mate in your potions class at Hogwarts. Apparently your mate is a "he". He will be your partner, I would suggest telling this to Dumbledore but no one else, seeing as you don't need anyone tampering with anything that shouldn't be tampered with. Now that you have come into your inheritance, you will need to find him and consummate, woo him to the best of your abilities, because if he rejects you, you will feel as much pain as a cruciatus curse for days after, and one hour every day since he has rejected you, you will never be able to be unfaithful, anything your Veela side feels is unfaithful to your mate, you won't be able to do. If he rejects you for life, the pain has caused some Veelas to kill themselves, if you don't kill yourself though, you will feel as much pain as the cruciatus curse for one hour every day since the few days after you are rejected, and you will feel so utterly lonely and dark, that you might just commit suicide from the mental pain alone. Before that you will feel layers of warmth when you are within three feet of your mate, when they touch you, you will feel intense sexual pleasure, and you will be intoxicated by their voice. You will feel a need to protect them and be able to sense when they are in danger before and after you bond with them. After you bond with them, you will need to shag them a LOT. The lust will seem never ending, but it lessens a little after a few months so you can stay away from them for longer periods of time. You will never stop loving and needing them, even if your mate chooses someone else, also you will feel immense pain if anyone besides your mate touches you before you bond. I think that about sums it up, now sleep because you have to go get your supplies for Hogwarts today. I will be disturbing all portraits that are asleep, good night."

After Sirius finishes his long drawl, he runs off into another portrait. I have a feeling that I am going to need my sleep badly, so I decide to think about everything in the morning instead of now.