AN: this is my first fanfiction and I would love any constructing imput you have. This is a slightly edited and expanded prologue. Had to remove a few sentences that were no longer valid and added some more descriptions to the action. THanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story!
************Mates and Princes*********chapter 0 Prologue***********
The sweat drenched sheets were wrapped around him like a lover (if said lover was a python). He couldn't breath. He was hot. He was cold. He ached in pain and pleasure. His body, his soul, and his magic were on fire. Sixteen today and he had Inherited. Through the haze of it all there was sound that bled into his consciousness.
"Oh please. You know you can't resist me on this darling husband" said a sugary voice filled with venom. "You are bound to me. You do what I want and what I want is a betrothal of our son. You can not deny me."
"He will not." That voice was fathers. Indomitable. Which means the other voice must be the woman who gave birth to him. "You do not have the magic to bind him."
"The Parkinsons are a perfect family and are loyal to the Dark Lord. Pansy will be perfect to keep him in check. Your kind need it after all." As if she were any better. "I do not need to bind him afterall. Just make sure he breeds a whelp in Pansy. Nothing a potion wont fix. I'm sure the Dark Lord will let me borrow Severus for this. Yes, how perfect" she cooed. A wave of anger and something close to hatred rushed through his body and then lashed out at the vicious woman. She was no mother to him. No mother at all. His father would be free. He would be free. He screamed with the force of his magic. It lashed out and surrounded the loathsome woman who gave birth to him.
"I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, denounce you." his voice had a timber to it that he never heard before. There were three distinct tones that came together like a chord played on the piano. It carried a force of the magic that was his inheritance. "I abjure you Narcissa Malfoy. Your rights to me by my birth and my blood are forfeited. Your darkness cursed matebond to my father through me is broken. Your power over us is broken." His voice gained strength as his magic continued to mature and ripen and through the magic he could see. It continued to wrap around the woman who was once his mother. By instinct alone he called. His Veela blood calling his fathers bond and power to him. Reaching through time and space to their Queen he called. He could feel her rage at being interrupted but his instincts knew she could not resist his demand. He felt her aura as she apparated inside his room. The aura increased as her court joined her. The Queen had arrived.
"What is the meaning of this!" Her voice like a whip. He didn't answer, he couldn't. He forcefully pulled power through the blood that connected him to the Queen. As a nephew to the crown he pulled power from her Court adding it all to the growing maelstrom of his own. "Merlin Lucius, he is so strong." the queen said in quiet awe. Yet her ire was not forgotten but it changed to something akin to excitement when she caught sight of the woman caught within his magic.
Draco heard the buzzing, the incessant sound of noise around him. He couldn't focus on it though. He knew the Queen had to be here for the abjuration. The Veela court superseded the Ministry in this. Doubly so since he was not only Veela but Royal through the original Malfoy Patriarch. His focus though was purely on the woman cowering in the his magic. His father had warned the woman not to come, forbade her actually. She couldn't handle being told to do anything though, especially not by her husband. The Malfoys were to be under her thumb, given to her as a gift from the Dark Lord himself when he used his Dark Arts to force Lucius' mate bond to this woman. She would pay for her treachery.
He needed one more bond. One more presence in his soul. Draco knew he was out there, sleeping and in pain. He reached for his mate and pulled his future bonded's pain, misery, anger, rage and every emotion that bombarded his golden soul. He pulled and his magic spiked again through him causing Draco to scream. So much, there is so much!
His magic pulsed and began to form bands within the fog that now surrounded Narcissa. It forced her horizontal, her body held in suspension a metre off the floor. Thick bands of his magic formed around the chakra points on her body: the crown of her head, forehead, throat, chest, waist, stomach, hips. Her hands up to her elbows were encased in a flash of magic, and her feet up to her knees. The magic was bright and flared with possibility. It seemed that each band began to take on the essence of the woman's sins against Draco and his father. With another pulse of light her body and soul were separated with a thin chord connecting the two that Draco's magic quickly encased. The bonds of his magic were reflected on her soul by small glowing lights at each chakra point. A flare of the bonds around her corporeal body and the chakra points on her spirit and a third part of Narcissa separated: her magic. Off to the right between her body and her soul her magic took shape. It was a harpy of sorts. It appeared to cross three animals: Woman, Blue Jay, and a multi-headed snake. Her arms and legs were that of the Blue Jay. Her arms were wide blue wings with black striations and her legs were stick thin and scaly bird claws. Her chest, shoulders and head were that of a woman. Her lower torso was that of a serpent that bled into a long tail. The serpent aspect traveled up her spine to her head where it split into multiple snake heads giving her the look of a medusa. Draco's binding magic made it's appearance here as shafts of light piercing through the chakras, the joints of the wings and legs and also through multiple parts of the tail. All three aspects of the woman who gave birth to him writhed in pain, arching and screaming in silent agony.
The queen hissed "YES" as her Veela nature began to show through. Her nose elongated to a sharp eagle like beak, her fingers talons, her triple sets of wings stretched behind her. Her eyes became solid gold and her eyebrows sprouted feathers. Her silver waist length mane began flowing around her like a halo."YES! You vile witch! How dare you come between a Veela and his mate! You harmed my family and now you shall pay." The queen poured her power through Draco into the bindings around Narcissa's body, spirit and magic. Draco gladly followed the Queens lead, giving her control of the binding ritual his instincts had begun. He could feel the strength and pride of his father surrounding him. He continued to pull from his mate as well, leaving nothing behind but peace and tranquility. His body began to slowly convulse as his own physical changes began causing his power to flare and pulse.
"Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black) you are convicted of attempted murder by denying a Veela his mate. You are convicted treason against the Veela Royal Family through our Nephews and consequently to the Royal Court and the Veela Nation." Narcissa trembled and writhed in her sons magic. She knew she shouldn't have trusted the Dark Lord. He said he would protect her. "We can't, however, have the Dark Lord knowing that his power of the Malfoys is ending. You will not remember this until I release the information for you though it's effects will be felt. You will continue to believe that you have the Lord Malfoy bound to you. You will not however, be able to harm them. Through the maternal bond you share with the young prince Draco I bind you." The various bindings on the aspects of Narcissa flashed brightly. "Through intent or deed, magic or physical, directly or indirectly—you can not cause harm to the Malfoys, the Veela Royal Family or the Veela Nation. If you attempt such actions misfortune will find you thrice and through that karmic rebound you will be known. I bind this curse of karma through your own magic. The Lord Malfoy and his son, the young Prince will also befall this curse of your karma. Where you tried to cause their despair, they will find joy. Through your lies, they will find truth. The confusion you have sown will guide them with certainty. The young princes abjuration of you will become known when your threat is negated. With the shattering of ignorance your shame will begin. By the power of my people, by the magic the binds us all and by the love I hold for my family I curse you Narcissa. In good conscience I must remind you that you have the power to change this curse. You must give up your selfish pride that lead you to our mercy, repent your past through word and deed, and love unconditionally. You shall reap what you have sown. For your sake I hope you learn to plant better seeds." With a raising of her hand and a quick slash the queen cast Narcissas curse. "As above, so below—so Mote it be!"
A loud crashing sound like the ocean against the shore sounded and all three aspects of Narcissa arched again in terrible agony. The spears of light through her magical self split three times and connected looking like a net with bright points of light. This net burned into her magical being with an almost audible sizzle. With a whooshing sound of air filling up an empty space the harpy like medusa was thrown back into the witches spirit self. As they fused once again the bright points of light on the chakras exploded forth encasing her spirit in a mummy like tomb. Adding to the crashing and wooshing sounds came a roar, as if the hounds of hell had been unleashed, and her spirit was absorbed back into her physical form. The bindings flashed in sequence from the base to crown accompanied by the strobe effect from her arms and legs.
The crashing, and whooshing, and demonic screaming coalesced into a single deep bell like "ohm" and the bindings were gone. Briefly on her crown, forehead and throat were runes that slowly faded into her skin. Her arms and legs were covered from tip to elbow and knee with tribal like markings that also faded to nothingness. As the magic pulled away from Narcissa it flowed back into Draco. It began flowing faster and faster lifting him from his bed chest first into the air. Wings exploded from his back, flinging blood and skin as they ripped through his skin for the first time, the double set a physical sign of his royal blood. His body began to glow brighter and brighter until no one could bare to look. The Veela began singing, adding to the fierce birth of the Veela magic that erupted from the young Prince.
Another world away at number 4 privet drive. A young man sleeps, tossing and turning as tears stream down his face. Even in his dreams he can't get away from his loss. A bright flash of light through the barred windows and engulfs the young man. It refuses to allow him to keep his overwhelming grief, his anger, rage or even his discomfort. A subconscious sigh of relief sends the wizard into the first dreamless sleep he's had since the 18th of June. The magic caresses him, finding it's way beneath the oversized cloths he wore. It found anything foreign and refused it's existence. Healing the bruises from his uncle, the broken arm where his cousin "accidentally" pushed him down the stairs, the nicks and scrapes from his various chores sans appropriate coverage for his hands, the bruise on his cheek and the split lip from where his aunt slapped him for talking back and even the bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. For perhaps the first time in his life the Boy-who-lived felt safe and protected.
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