Chapter One: Draco
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Draco Malfoy lay in the foetal position in his four-poster in the boy's dormitories; he was soaked in sweat and shaking violently. The faint ticking of the clock in the hall way stuck round to 3 minutes past midnight and an inhuman scream shattered the deserted halls of Hogwarts.
Clutching desperately at the sheets Draco stared at the stonewalls of the Slytherin houserooms. His pupils were dilated and chest heaved as his throat tightened.
Pulse quickening he slowly became aware of his predicament. The gene that had some evaded the present owner of the Malfoy fortune had not skipped his son and heir. Draco realised he was a Veela that much was clear by the fact he had just turning, it was no coincidence that it was on his seventieth birthday, the traditional day for Veela inheritance.
He sat up and remembered his father telling him as an infant that his Grandmother and Grand-da on his Dads side of the family were both Veela. Apparently it was some huge embarrassment to the family.
Draco lay drenched in sweat unable to move glad he hadn't returned home for the summer holidays. Dumbledore had asked if he wanted to stay at Hogwarts because of his father's recent demise and on going trial.
However he knew he had been lonely this summer, no people except Snape, Mcgongle, Pomfey and Dumbledore stayed the full holidays, after all the were the only permanent residents. Thanking the Gods he would be left in peace Draco rolled over to a more comfortable position.
It was then that the door to the dorms was flung open. A man dressed in black with a tired annoyed expression on his face stared to the young Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy did you hear a noise coming from this area of the castle?" The potions master Professor Snape asked.
The young Malfoy looked up at the potions master whom upon seeing his face drew an intake of breath and glided to Draco's side. The professor felt his Godsons head for signs of fever and found all in abundance.
Still drenched in sweat and now shaking violently a more than ill Draco arrived in the hospital wing. He was levitated on to the bed by Snape before Madame Pomfey the school mediwitch scuttled over to his side.
Twenty minutes later she turned to Snape "Fetch then headmaster, it seems we have an ill veela. Oh and hurry he isn't keeping his food down at all." she said to Snape as she tried to feed Draco a stomach calming potion as he had started throwing up.
When Dumbledore had arrived a sight that chilled him to the bone, Draco crouching in the corner, greeted him, tears running down his pale face sweat coving his body, shaking and mumbling to himself.
"Draco, look at me." the headmaster whispered softly. The distressed veela turned its face to the source of the noise. Silver eyes looked at Dumbledore but did not see him.
Draco terrified by his blindness whimpered like the lost animal he was.
Dumbledore walked to Draco's side. "Sleep." The Veela immediately followed the command. Lifting him with surprising easy Dumbledore place the adolescent Veela on the bed.
Taking the chair he sat by the boy. Snape turned to the headmaster but Dumbledore held up his hand. "Remarkable defences wouldn't you say Severus, the moment it get ill the Veela rejects food and attempted to raise their body temperature in a attempt kill what every virus or bacterium in its system." Dumbledore nodded at the curled up boy.
"He did this himself?" Severus Snape asked. The old man merely nodded.
"It's stressful being turned, but I imagine it's more so if you know you will not get support once turned." Madame Pomfey mumbled.
"Lucius." Was all Snape could say as he surveyed the trembling boy.
Three days had passed and Draco was now drinking broth, however he still did throw up everything else. He had spent the last day and a half in the library with full permission to read in the restricted section on Veelas and what it meant to be one.
He was finding the subject quite interesting. He would have a 'mate' for life, a bit like a soul mate he figured, but with his senses tuned in he could find her a lot quicker than humans. Then again a lot depended on him finding her before he turned eighteen. If he didn't find her he would apparently lose the will to live (at this point he snorted) and either commit suicide (frowned) or fall in to a state of insanity known as Iccubitus (raised eyebrow suspiciously).
Draco looked up from the book and noticed a blackboard at the end of the library used when subject teachers actually brought people to the library during class time. Strangely he noted the date in the top right-hand corner. Three weeks until the school year resumed it usual trudging routine. Lazily Draco pondered what event would take place in his final year as a student at Hogwarts. Obviously his life had dramatically changed but would his new senses hinder or help him?
Meh, he was tired from another day of doing practically nothing. He got up shakily and walked out of the library to find a warm place to sleep. He noted that these sudden urges would spring on him, strange bouts of hunger or extreme thirst, drowsiness. He told Pomfey who told him that the reason he was only feeling ill rather than having immeadiate focused senses, was his body had to develop them first. She told him that within either a month or less he would have full controll and possession of his new senses.
Entring the Slytherin common room Draco headed towards the stairs, the Bloody Baron passing though him freezing him to the bone. Anger at the ghost, he turned abandoniung the cool collected image he had been trying to cultivate by throwing the nearesty object (a lamp on a coffee table) at the baron. He stormed up stairs to rifled up to sleep now.
"Mood swings." Muttered the wizened old headmaster to the offened ghost. As the baron raged about Draco's temper
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