A/N: welcome to my new work: Legend made flesh! This has a male veela so expect lots of women I was sifting through the fics in the archive and I found a work called secret of the male veela by mrriddler. I found the work interesting and drew some inspiration only it will be drastically different but harry will find his creature heritage a lot earlier. Still, you might see some major similarities and any ideas that are not mine and belong to the writer of the previously mentioned fic. With that being said, enjoy! Oh wait, I do not own Harry potter that belongs to jk rowling. If I did, Ron would be the name of a dog not a person (the dog would also be more intelligent and loyal).

The male veela is a creature feared by humans to the point where its very existence is denied. The last male veela, Thantos, waged a war of genocide against wizard kind and nearly caused their extinction. After he died a mysterious death at an unrecorded date the humans and magical creatures signed a ceasefire, one party leaderless and one too few on number to have anything but extinction at worst, a Pyrrhic victory at best. Both sides kept the truth alive in their own ways. The wizards passed the information from head to heir under secrecy vows so only the oldest families know of it. The magical creatures told it in the form of children's tales and after the coming of age the child would be sworn to secrecy and informed of the truth of the male veela and the collective dream of all intelligent non-human magical races. Nearly 1000 years later an elite group of veela stands in a circle with the utmost vigil. Waiting for the moment when the object created by Thantos to detect and track the male veela will activate. Waiting for the moment for the alliance of magical creatures to rise once more, free of wizarding oppression.

It was a cold Samhain (Halloween) night in the French veela sanctum. The head council was meeting due to a rather confounding dilemma. The magic sensor attuned to locate the fabled male veela when they scarcely appear every 1000 years has gone off twice in a few months, both times a reconnaissance team has been sent in to find the male veela have noted that the being in question have disappeared without a trace. This has caused major consternation especially since envoys from vampire covens, werewolf packs, and many other sentient "near human" races have discovered the failure of the french veelas to discern the identity of the mythical male. In a white marble hall filled with intricate tapestry and works of art an assembly of beautiful women that age with grace was taking place. Dignitaries of various other races were present from the allegedly neutral goblins that embezzled wizarding funds to Thantos's cause. Proxies from mermaids and giants were there since their races have difficulties attending due to traveling arrangements on short notice. Centaurs, Vampires, Werewolves, dark elves, and light elves were represented by their dignitaries due to a common interest; a common hope.

"Order, order!" One of the many blond haired beauties cried amongst the pandemonium. Once everyone settled down she began to speak again. "As you all know we are here due to matters of the mysterious male veela and our current inability to locate him. To start this conference off I wish to review the facts: The Male veela was born on July 31st, 1980 in the united kingdom. He disappeared shortly afterwords only to resurface and disappear in the surrey area. For one year we have attempted to locate the young lord and bring him and any kin to the veela sanctuary to no avail. But what else happened in 1980 on July 31st and Halloween night? They all revolve around the most famous infant in wizarding Britain; Harry Potter." This lead to an onslaught of denials, demands, and denouncements before order could be restored to the white marble hall. After this the woman began to speak again. "Here is what my department has discovered thus far: His magical guardian is Albus Dumbledore who has placed him with his relatives in surrey under blood wards, he has stolen 10,000 galleons per month from the young lord's trust vault which automatically refills. We expect due to warnings and compulsions used by Mr. Dumbledore that they will resist bringing him on vacations. The local primary school however, is outside of the five kilometer protection provided by the blood wards. That can provide the opening to apprehend our young lord and begin raising him into the leader of magical creatures."

At the conclusion of the briefing a slightly aged woman in ornate robes stood up and addressed the assembly. "Good work Madame Madeline, I think if there are no reasonable objections we will make use of the plan and rescue the young lord one week after he begins schooling. That way any private monitoring Dumbledore may have set up will begin to drop its guard and delay contact until it is too late. All in favor?" Three quarters of the room raised their hands. "Very well the operation will commence on the 10th of september when the lord is five years old, adjourned!"

Four Years later St. August's primary school for children.

The second week of school has commenced and already the little tykes were disenchanted with every aspect of school except recess and snack time. Today was a fairly average day for one Harry Potter, woken up with a slap by his aunt rather than a kiss. After having the food he slaved over for an hour in the half thrown on the floor, he was forced to clean it while being ordered to recite why he was a good for nothing freak. After sitting in the backseat, he ran to the classroom hoping to avoid his blob of a cousin.

He made it to his desk in one piece, yet the mini whale continued to give him a look that promised unspeakable agony in the near future. The teacher began taking role when a short woman with glasses came in and spoke in a slightly shaky tone. "Excuse me may I borrow Harry Potter? Some people want to see him up at the administration office."

This set off a set of whispers, especially from those who live around privet drive. The whispers did nothing to assuage the timid boy. As well they shouldn't as these whispers consisted of harry getting dissected by the government. Yes, his 'family' did wonders in spreading rumors about the demon boy.

"W-why do they want me? Did I do something bad?" A scared green-eyed child asked the woman.

The woman responded with a shaky sigh, "honestly child I don't know but these people are not to be trifled with just cooperate". No more words were exchanged for the rest of the way.

The office looked like the aftermath of a hostage scene. A glass window that acts as a wall to the school counselor's office was shattered, a chair was overturned and several people were huddled in a corner. The instigators were sitting on chairs and a coffee table all gazing at Harry with an unreadable expression. They were all cloaked, but one could tell their figures were obviously female.

"Are you Harry Potter?" A woman asked simply.

"Yes I am, what do you want with me." Harry asked with a clear hint of panic.

"You are not in trouble don't worry, but I will need to ask you to come with me." The woman replied in a gentle but firm tone that left no room for argument. Harry nodded and was lead into a black Lincoln town car.

The car ride was filled with a tense silence that lasted for an hour and a half until the car stopped when Harry's captors pulled over on an abandoned back road. From there harry was lead outside in a clearing. At this point harry was about to break down into sobs, it reminded him of a horror movie he saw when he sneaked out of his cupboard one night. They dragged a man into the field and shot him while he was bound and gagged. Harry started panicking despite the lack of a gun.

"NO NO NO I DON'T WANNA DIE." Harry screamed sobbing. This brought out an exchange of odd looks and even a round of chuckles.

"Don't worry child we are not here to kill you we are here to bring you home." This was the worst form of reassurance.

"To my Aunt and Uncle? Are they behind this? Did they pay you people to kill the freak?" Harry was downright hysterical and the freak comment elicited some frowns.

"No child to your real home and people in the sanctum." The woman replied with a kind smile. "Where you were destined to be from the start. Just grab this handle, I know how bad your relatives must have been by the way you reacted. Grab the handle and you will go to a place where you will be loved, somewhere your horrid relatives will never hurt you again." The lady cooed gently holding the lightly sobbing boy in her arms.

Harry acquiesced he grabbed the handle, heard a voice whisper, "Activate" and a foreign tug on his navel made his world go black. The last words he heard were "welcome home, young prince."

A/N: Alright first chapter done to start off with parts I've borrowed and/pr will be borrowing

Cover up of male veela's existence

Pack Structure

Status of male veela

Thantos and some of his k

Also...About harry freaking out like that if that seems questionable I must ask you :what did you expect? A five or six year old kid pulled out of class hearing the other kids say he was going to get dissected (a bit advanced in terms of vocabulary though). Then seeing the admin office completely trashed and forced to go to the instigators of the of the attack practically kidnapping him along with them all being women (boys are slightly sexist at that age cooties and such). If that was me, not even counting the abuse and neglect, I would be pretty damn scared if that was me. Hope you all like the opening chapter I wrote the story at an ungodly hour (past midnight) so pardon any spelling errors.

P.S. I reserve the right to make large amounts of spelling and grammatical errors at the beginning and end authors note

P.S.S I am a college student who is an athlete I'll update when I can but don't hate me if the chapters aren't frequent or long. P.S.S.S:... I LIKE PIE :)