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F.Y.I
Voldemort is dead, and the Malfoys are on the good side, they were really spies for The Order.
Escaping Heartbreak
Draco's Point of View
I sat on the blood read couch, dumbfounded.
"I'm a what?" I asked.
"A veela, sweetheart," my mother said, looking sympathetic.
"But, since when?" I managed to say.
"Well, I suppose you inherited it from my side of the family, and you are only a half-veela," my father said, I hadn't even know he was in the same room.
"What am I to do when I go back to Hogwarts? " I asked again, there were millions of questions buzzing around in my head.
"When you reach the age of seventeen this December, you will transform into a full veela, and then you will inherit the instincts as well as the physical appearances. You will probably find your mate, of course there are some cases where a veela never finds there mate," Narcissa said.
I had read about veelas in the care and keeping of magical creatures. A veela was a human with more enhanced features and instincts. When a veela reaches its adult stage, it will find a mate. The veela must then mark its mate by biting her or him; this will forever bind the two together. If they don't find their mate they will die of heartbreak. This was all they learned from their textbooks and Hagrid.
"Who is my mate?" I asked.
"Well, you probably already know her… or him," my father said a little apprehensively.
"Wait are you saying my mate could be some guy!?" I screamed. I jumped to my feet, started pacing, and ran my fingers through my platinum blond hair.
"Bloody Hell," I whispered under my breath, but not softly enough that my mother could not hear.
"Draco! You will not use such language in my home!" Narcissa said with an assertive tone.
"Narcissa, the boy just found out he is a veela, give him a break," Lucius added.
My parents left me alone in my room. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I hoped that my mate would be one, not a guy, and two, not Pansy Parkinson.