This is kind of a drabble, kind of a multi-chapter fic. I have all I'm going to write so far on it, but if you all want more after I get the four chapters I've got already. Send me a review, and I'll check it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Harry Potter, J. does.
Veela Love PT I
Severus was only in the fifth year, and already Lucius Malfoy was trying to recruit him to the "cause." He wouldn't mind so much if it weren't for all the dirty looks he got from the older years. Though younger than the Dark Lord's usual recruits, Severus was already taking his exams for his Potions Mastery.
The older Slytherins were just jealous of his genius.
Severus wasn't suicidal enough to rub it in their faces. Then again, he didn't have to. A call from Lord Voldemort himself did that quite well on its own.
Because of this animosity, however, Severus found himself on the floor in the halls of the dungeon. Three Seventh years, who had been ignored by the Dark Lord and were more than a little bitter, were taking their frustrations out on him. Most of their curses were juvenile - such as the stinging hex - but some of them were more viscous - like the one that broke his leg.
Finally unable to take the punishment any longer, Severus activated his Veela nature for the first time since he was born, folding his large, dark wings around himself defensively. All of the boys' attacks after that merely bounced off the black feathers and reflected back at the caster. Eventually, they got bored and stomped off, promising to visit him again sometime in the future.
Whimpering softly, Severus drew his wings tighter about himself. He didn't plan on coming out anytime soon. Not even Professor Slughorn -his Head of House - would be able to talk him out of the safety his wings provided.
That was when He showed up, almost as if he had Apparated right in front of him.