My Mudblood and My Veela
Authors Note: I am so excited to write this story and hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned.
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The night before Draco's birthday came crashing down as he took his last shot of Fire Whiskey. He awoke in the middle of the night to an agonizing pain spreading through his chest. He could feel every inch of his body becoming heavy and motionless as the pain worked its way through his veins. He was strong enough not to release a cry of pain. Finally, he thought the pain was gone and he started to sit up. Suddenly he began thrashing around in his bed while his clothes were ripping and emotionless screams were escaping his lips. His parents barged through the bedroom door as once again he lay their motionless on the bed.
Narcissa ran to help as Draco started thrashing around and screaming again. Lucius stopped her before she could take another step.
"Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, release me at once so I can help our son!" Tears were rolling down her face as Lucius pulled her from the room and placed locking charms on the door.
"Narcissa darling, we knew this day would come." He lifted her head with his hand to stare into her eyes. "He had to go through the transformation alone. There is nothing we can do for him."
Narcissa whimpered at his words while he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "We can tell him in the morning."
She nodded her head in approval before joining him on the walk back to their room.
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Hours later Draco woke up still in a tremendous amount of pain. He flashed open an eye to see his mother holding his hand and father standing behind her.
"Mother what's happening to me" He shifted in bed as her grip tightened on his hand.
Lucius spoke before Narcissa could answer. "Son we have some very important news but first take this."
Slowly Draco sat up and leaned against the headboard. He accepted the piper up potion and drained it in one gulp. He could feel the potion spreading through his body like the pain did hours before.
Lucius was staring at him intently waiting for his full attention. "Now son I think we should explain first. Your grandfather Abraxas was a pure Veela. I being his only child was fortunate enough to receive the Veela gene. However, it seems that last night was the first stage of your transformation. Making you as well a pure Veela like you grandfather and myself."
Draco's jaw dropped as his eyes flew between his mother and father. His brain was racking with questions and possibilities as everything suddenly became black.
Moments later he awoke to his mother's sweet voice. Without opening his eyes, he muttered. "Mother please tell me it's not true."
Another whimper escaped her frowning lips. "Yes honey its true. But there's more information we have to tell you." She gave a small nod signaling Lucius to continue.
Draco sat up again as his father continued. "Now every Veela has one mate. Someone they have been connected to since birth. Every other woman will now appear repulsive but this one girl. Your job is to find her before your next birthday or you will die."
Draco was starring emotionlessly at his father. "So your saying at birth my soulmate and love was picked out for me and now I have exactly one year to find and bond with her or I'll die?"
"Exactly"
"But how do I know when I've found her?"
"Trust me you will know. The way she smells and feels. How you feel around her will cause you to feel a pull. You'll feel sad without her. You'll just know."
Narcissa stood up and joined her husband. "But there's more."
"Bloody hell!"
"Draco! Watch your language!"
"Sorry mother"
"Its fine darling but what I was going to say is being a Veela gives you abilities other normal wizards may not have." He raised an eyebrow for her to continue. "For insists you sight, smell, and strength will be stronger and more sensitive. You may also not have noticed overnight you have grown stronger and taller."
He looked down at his legs but didn't notice a difference due to the clothes he was currently wearing. His father continued. "Also every time your mate is in danger or feeling a very strong emotion your eyes will turn black. In some cases, your fangs may appear and your wings could also appear. But don't worry over time you will be able to control things like this."
Draco let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding in. It would be hard to explain why he randomly grew wings over the summer to the entire school.
"Son you should really take a shower before Breakfast. It starts in thirty minutes and I advise you not to be late. It still is your Birthday."
He nodded his head in approval as his parents left the room he headed for the bathroom. Upon entering the shower so many questioned flooded into his brain.
'What else could Veela's do?'
'Could he tell his best friend Blaise?'
'What if she was in Gryffindor or worse a mudblood?'
He tried to push the thoughts out of his head as he dried off. His mate would never be a mudblood. She would have to be a pureblood Slytherin. He was a Malfoy for crying out loud. The thought of her being a mudblood sent shivers down his spine. He'd rather die than have to bond with such filth.
He was drawn from his thoughts as he noticed his reflection in the mirror. He seemed to be six feet tall now. His blonde hair was slightly longer and his eyes were a softer grey. He also noticed his sharper facial features and toned body. His arms, legs, and chest looked twice as strong. He smirked at his reflection before grabbing some clothes and joining his parents for breakfast. It was his birthday and the thought of having to find is mate seemed too easy. He was so sure she would be in Slytherin.
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Days later Draco got a call to see his father in the study. He knocked on the door before entering. His father was sitting behind the desk looking rather pale.
"Son its time."
Draco's heart started to race. So many thoughts were running through his head even though he already knew the answer. "For?"
"The Dark Lord has summoned you."
Draco dropped to his knees not feeling the need to hide his emotions from his father.
Lucius stood and grabbed his son. "We must go now." With that there was the pop of apparition before his feet hit the ground. They were standing in front of two great oak doors.
"Son listen to me. Clear your mind of all emotions and thoughts. Put the walls back up. Do whatever he asks of you. I am truly sorry your time had come so soon but you are now one of us. Feel proud."
It took Draco seconds to build the invisible walls in his mind again and put on a blank face. He slowly pushed open the door and entered the room.
"Aye Draco I have been expecting you." Voldemort stood to greet is guest. "Come closer."
Draco obeyed without hesitation. "I would assume you were excited for the day you officially became one of us. Your father leads me to believe we can expect great things from you."
For the first time Draco looked into the beady red eyes of the man that would take over the wizarding world and bring down Potter. "Yes my Lord."
Voldemort's eyes sparkled with Draco's manners and courage. "I assume you will be returning to Hogwarts this year?"
"Yes my Lord."
'Well then, for your first task to show your dedication to me you will kill Albus Dumbledore."
Draco's head shot up as the head masters name was spoken. He tried to regain his composure before the Dark Lord noticed.
"Immobulus" Voldemort's wand was now pointed at Draco's chest. "Don't be childish Draco. It doesn't suit you. Now for your second task I will need you to find a way for Death Easters to enter the grounds of Hogwarts. I assume once again you can do this?"
Voldemort released the spell. "Yes my Lord. Sorry my Lord."
"Your left arm please" Voldemort was eyeing him carefully. Trying to pick up on any fear or regret.
Slowly Draco presented his left arm. He watched as the Dark Lord rolled up his sleeve and pressed his wand tip into the bare exposed skin.
Suddenly Draco was in a world of pain as blue smoke drained from the Dark Lords wand and imprinted the sign onto this skin. He bit the side of his mouth as hard as he could. He could taste blood as he tried to hold back a scream of agony. Showing weakness in front of the Dark Lord almost always ended in you being killed or tortured.
Once Voldemort was done he rolled his sleeve back down again. "Well done Draco, you may go now."
Slowly Draco walked away and towards the door trying to act like his left arm wasn't in a world of pain. He was only steps away when the Dark Lord called him again.
"Oh and Draco."
"Yes my Lord." He turned to face him now.
"Fail and you shall die."
"Of course my Lord."
Quickly Draco left the room and apparitied back to the manor. He went straight to his room and feel into a restless sleep.
He wanted to feel proud having the Dark Mark imprinted on his arm but he didn't. He felt nothing. The stress of this new task and finding a mate started to dawn on him. If both tasks lead to failure, he would die. He hadn't even received his Hogwarts letter and already knew this year would be the hardest one in his life.
How would he accomplish so much when he had so little energy and skill to give? It felt nearly impossible to him. He didn't feel nothing he felt the end coming closer. Why did he feel ashamed of the Mark? It was supposed to be a sign of power. Not weakness.
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Draco awoke to the constant tapping at his window. Grumpily he stood from the bed and let the owl in. His Hogwarts letter! The excitement died down as quickly as it started.
Dear Draco Malfoy,
We welcome you back to your 6th year at Hogwarts. We are glad to inform you of your new positions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will become the new Slytherin Quidditch team Captain and a school Prefect! There will be a Prefects meeting at the start of the trains departure to Hogwarts. Please don't be late.
Breakfast
Period 1 – Defense Against the Dark Arts
Period 2 – Herbology
Lunch
Period 3 – Charms
Period 4 – Free Period
Period 5 – Potions
Dinner
At least he had a free period to deal with everything. Or sleep. Either seemed okay with him. Quietly he got back into bed before his mother forced him to wake up and go to Diagon Alley for supplies.
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Hours later Draco stood in Madam Malkin's with a formal pair of green robes on. His was admiring his stunning looks when Potter, the weasel, and Granger walked in.
"Mother if you're wondering what that smell is a Mudblood just walked in." For some reason Draco felt bad for the words he had spoken. They seemed to affect her greatly and that used to make him happy.
Harry and Ron already had their wands drawn while Hermione stood behind them begging them to stop. "Guys honestly stop. It's not worth it. He can call me whatever he wants."
Narcissa had joined her son. "Put those wands down or I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever do."
Neither dropped their wands. Madam Malkin gave it a try. 'There will be no wand fighting in my shop. So either leave or drop them. Now!"
More bickering conspired between the pair until Madam Malkin reached for his left arm. "I think it could be a little shorter on the left sleeve."
"Don't touch me women! Mother were leaving. Wouldn't want to shop where a Mudblood does." He was holding his left arm against his chest in a protective manner. He meet Hermione's eyes as he called her the fowl words again. He could feel her pain and once again felt bad. He pushed past Ron rather hard to get to the door. Upon leaving he took a rather large sniff and lifted his head to show how must better he was then the Golden Trio. Upon taking that breath a wonderful and amazing smell filled him to the core. He could savor it forever. However, the smell suddenly went away. He wanted to turn around and investigate but knew better of it. Maybe it was coming from a shop nearby.
Suddenly the realization hit him. 'Is that what my father meant? Did I just smell my mate for the first time?' He turned around and was greeted with the site of hundreds of wizards and witches. Any of them could have just passed him. Any of them could be his mate. Maybe he would find her on the train.
He shook his head of all thoughts as he followed his mother into the next clothing shop.