Veela's bonding
Prologue: Harry's life flipped upside down.
The night was stormy, the winds howled and the lightening cracked, shaking the bedroom window. There, lying on the bed, was a clump of sweat-covered flesh that was Harry Potter. The raven-haired boy was thinking back to how the day began normally.
Flashback
"Freak! Wake up, you lazy-ass boy. Get down stairs and make me and my perfect family breakfast." This is how Harry woke up that morning, to his lovely walrus 'Uncle' Vernon yelling. Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, pulled a shirt over his naked chest, and put some slippers on before walking down stairs to the kitchen.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon. What do you and Aunt Petunia want this morning?" Harry asked.
"I would like some pancakes, ham, eggs, and a coffee. Black," his uncle said gruffly. Harry nodded and left the dining room to make them their breakfast.
"Boy, come over here. My family is going to Aunt Marge's to get Dudley a pet; he earned one. We're going to be gone for the day, freak, so here's your chore list. Have these done by nine o'clock sharp," Vernon said as he thrust a three page list chores he had to do at Harry.
"Fine, Uncle." Harry replied.
'Great, they leave to get Dudley one Ripper's babies. Lord, help me now,' Harry thought as he looked through the list: everything from mowing to scrubbing the cellar on his hands and knees. 'More fun for m-'
His thoughts where cut off by a knock on the door. When he opened he saw two hooded figures. Harry reached for his wand only to remember he left it under his pillow. 'Shit! I'm defenseless.' Harry thought. He looked for something to defend himself with and saw a cane in the umbrella stand by his hand. He grabbed it, ready to swing it, when he stopped. The hooded figures lifted their hoods to show to gray haired people who look in their mid-sixties.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Harry asked as he took a small step back.
"I'm Benjamin Potter and this is Grace Potter. We're your grandparents, Harry," The man, Benjamin, said. 'This can't be. My only living relatives are Aunt Petunia and her family.' The confusing thought came through Harry's mind.
"Why didn't you come for me earlier?" Harry asked.
"We couldn't James made us swear a wizard oath that when you reached your fifth year at Hogwart then we had to come and get you and get you ready for your inheritance. He banned us from seeing you because he didn't want us to get hurt. We all thought you would be with Sirius or Remus or the others people on your parents will not these sorry pitiful muggles." Ben said.
"They had a will? Why hasn't anybody told me?" Harry franticly asked.
"Dumbledore made everyone there at the will reading swear a wizard oath that we would not tell you anything til you were the age of 17 or had an inheritance." Grace said sadly.
'That old shit told me nothing. He is dead to me.' Harry thought sadly.
Harry stopped moving—hell, he thought he stopped breathing. 'Grandparents? They can't be. These people I live with are my only living family.' Harry thought franticly. "You can't be. My only living blood relatives are the Dursleys. That's what Dumbledore says." Harry said firmly.
"Well, I'm sorry to say this, but Dumbledore lies and manipulates people to get what he wants. We are James William Potter's parents and we need to get you ready for your inheritances," the woman, Grace, said. 'No. He said he would have put me in with another part of my family if I had any others. Why would he lie?' Harry thought a mixture of feelings: angry, confused, and sadness, to name a few.
"Lift up your selves and show me your wrists. Now." Harry ordered. They looked shocked and did as told and Harry saw no Dark Mark. What shocked him was the head ring on their fingers, the Potter crest on them. 'How could they have those they where buried with my parents!' Harry thought angrily. 'Could they have raided the grave!' now he was raging for answer.
"Where did you get these rings? They belong to my family. Take them off right now." Harry ordered. 'Why are they trying to torture my life?' that sad thought past through his head.
"That is no way to talk to your elders. Like you said, they belong to your family. There is a charm on these so no one outside of the family could wear these and the charm can't be taken off." Ben said. Harry knew then that these people were his family. He remembered something.
"Did you say inheritances? As in the more than one?" Harry asked, only getting nods of yes in return. His mouth dropped open. "Can you tell me them, please?" Harry asked.
"Your mother was not a Muggle-born. She was a half-blood witch and Dark Veela, and she knew it when she hit seventeen. Her mom was a Muggle and her dad was a Squib, but her grandparents were not William and Stella Evans, one of the most noble families in Britain. Harry, you're a pureblood. We are going to see if you're going to get your Dark Veela and your founder inheritances tomorrow. The Hogwarts founders," Ben explained. "You see, Grace's families are direct blood descendants of Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin, and mine are descendants of Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Griffindor. For you to get these inheritances you have to take a quiz that they test you on." Ben said sagely.
"So I have the four founders of Hogwart's blood in me. Wait. If Godric is the grandson of King Arthur, that means we have the one of the oldest family in Britain!" Harry said excitedly. 'This is so exciting- I have royal blood in me!' was the only thing he could think of. "What's a Dark Veela?" Harry asked.
"The legends say that a Veela got the goddess Aphrodite to fall in love with him and grant him a special power. This is true: instead of turning into an ugly half bird creature, you look like everyone else when angry. The down side is she also cursed you with an allure that is stronger than a normal Veela.
"Our house is Camelot castle and that is where you'll meet your great grandparent on your mom's side. So come along, and hold on tight to me." Grace said tenderly.
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