Introduction-A Note from the Authors

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Hello, and thank you for viewing our story.

This is a project written by both me (Curtis Ziler) and my wife. . . Both lovers of the Harry Potter series who have been wanting to do something together revolving around the life of an Auror (or in this case Aurors).

Created by my wife, all sections from Jorlai's point of view are written by Penauma_of_fresh_air. No romantic scenes shall be written with Jorlai appearing in her cursed body. The two have a silent agreement never to go there.

Adler is my creation and as such all sections from his point of vew are written by me.

We hope you enjoy the story!

Jorlai slouched down in the slightly uncomfortable bed, lower lip pushed out into a pout, arms crossed, and looking very much as if she were a child on the brink of a temper tantrum. In fact, anybody passing by her hospital bed was sure to assume she was simply a very angry seven-year-old who had just been scolded for getting into mommy's wand and cursing her own feet by accident. Her shoulder length hair was messy and she hadn't combed it in perhaps days, and she was in yet another hideous hospital gown.

"But I don't want to share my room with anybody. I don't want anybody seeing me like this! It's ridiculous and embarrassing. And least of all some man. I may look like I'm seven but I am, in case you'd all forgotten, a woman! A grown woman!" Her eyes flashed dangerously as she glared down the group of orderlies standing in front of her.

"You've got the best room in the whole hospital, with the best view. And this guy…he's so gorgeous that…well…we told him we'd give him the best one! We can't back out now, and this IS a joint room that you've had to yourself for quite a while!" One of the women standing in the front blurted out. Jorlai's eyes closed as she took a long deep breath.

"And whose fault is it that I've been here so long? Look at you lot, fussing over some man you think looks nice instead of doing your damn jobs! Meanwhile I'm stuck in this puny little useless body since nobody has been able to figure this curse out, despite the assurances we had from MACUSA that this was the best hospital in the United States and someone here was sure to have answers! You're no better than St. Mungo's, I should have just stayed over in England!" Jorlai was on her feet now, standing at her fullest height on top of the hospital bed, one finger shaking towards the hospital aids.

"Jorlai please, it really is a shared room and we've let you have it to yourself for a while now. And we told him we'd make sure…" Another woman began.

"Fine. Do whatever you want, obviously, you just don't care about your patients and their well beings enough to let them have what they want. Even the small amount of comfort that comes from not having to be seen this way by anybody else…probably going to be stuck with some asshole who farts all night too…"

"Adler is NOT the type to fart all night!" One of the nurses said, eyes narrowed and face frowning angrily. "You should be happy he's the one sharing with you, you get to sleep in the same room as him!"

"That's just creepy!" Jorlai retorted back, sitting back down on the bed with a thud. "You're all just a bunch of creepy stalkers. Get out of here I don't want to see you until you've made some progress on this curse." She waved her small hand towards them dismissively without looking and listened to the sound of their footsteps exiting the room. Ugh. Sharing a room with someone? Especially some man patient that all of the women seemed to have crushes on? How bad could this curse get? What force on earth had decided to punish her this way?

She reached onto the bedside table and grabbed her wand, twirled it once around her fingers and watched a set of curtains draw themselves in the air and surround the hospital bed. At least this way nobody would be able to see her unless she allowed them to. She heaved a deep sigh. It was better than nothing, especially if she'd be sharing her room from now on.

All eyes turned to the bed as it was being rolled through the hallway, the sound of poorly attempted whispers not far behind. As much as he wished he couldn't, he always heard the whispers. "There he is. The hottest Auror in MACUSA." Whispered one of the aids to another. "I heard that they call him, The Swan. Just look at that platinum hair. He's so sexy." Adler Davis, Auror. Half Veela, full asshole.

"…SHIT…" Adler growled to himself. This was the last thing he needed. Stuck in a Hospital full of drooling nurses. Well, it could be worse. "We got the best room ready for you, Adler. You'll be sharing with a female patient who's been here a while. She can get a little moody," It just got worse. "but she shouldn't be a bother. I mean, what women would ever want to bother you?"

The nurse's words were like an invisible poison that had been placed in Adler's ear. His scowl said it all. Screw this hospital, and everyone in it. Now most men would kill to have this kind of attention from women, but for this male Veela, this attention was nothing more than a problem from the very beginning. You see, when you have Veela in your blood, everybody notices you. Especially those of the same sex. Growing up, Adler's childhood was filled with nothing but curses and jinxes. Almost every day there was some jealous young wizard who wanted to duel him because the girl he liked couldn't help but have a huge crush on the platinum blond half breed with soft skin and turquoise eyes. The only thing worse than the beatings, were the sexual comments directed towards his mother…enough to drive even the calmest of young wizards into a rage. But no matter how bad the curses got, whether he was puking up slugs, or dancing till his feet bled, his mother could always force out a smile by the end of the night…. until the night everything changed.

One night, after taking a fresh lunch for her husband, a wizard who worked with Adler's father had decided to leave early in order to fallow his mother home. During an attempted rape, Adler's mother revealed her true form in a rage to defend herself. Terrified by what he saw, the wizard immediately drew his wand and shot out an unforgivable curse…sending her to the ground…dead. As time passed hatred and torment began to fill the young boy as the comments came directed to his now dead mother. Hearing of the boy's past, Ilvermorny's Defense Against The Dark Arts tearcher took an interest in the young wizard's story. Particularly the part about the death of his mother and how it had drove him to pursue a career as an Auror. Having retired from a career as an Auror himself, the teacher took Adler under his wing, and helped him develop great skills as both a Duelist and a Detective. Skills that have helped Adler grow into the well-respected Auror he is today. Armed with a wand that uses an exotic core, given by his mother.

The wheels gave a slight 'creek' as the bed was turned to enter the room. Adler's eyes took notice of the large curtain that was covering his new roommate's bed. At least he would have SOME privacy. Finally, the bed was placed on the far side of the room. Giving any who enter a full look at the right side of his head, shaved with three gear tattoos magically moving on the side of his head. "There, the best room in the hospital, all yours! Well, almost." The nurse corrected herself.

"Thanks." Adler said dryly, turning his scowl to the window on his left.

"Now, Is there ANYTHING I could get you?" The nurse asked desperately. "Food, new blankets…a bath?" The nurses eyes began trailing to the bottom half of Adler's blanket. He could practically here the drool falling to the floor. "No. I'm fine." his growl began to grow. This started getting old years ago. "Are you sure? BecauseIcangetany-"

"I said, I'm fine! NOW GET THE HELL OUT!" Adler shot back, cutting the nurse off from her mashed up sentence of words. The braided in raven feather on his left side moved as he jerked shot the poor women a death glare from hell. Tears immediately flooding her eyes.

"I'm….I'm sorry. If you need anything, just call." Without giving him an unwanted chance to respond, the nurse turned and took off in full sprint out the door. The sound of her sobbing could now be heard through the entire hospital. Now, she had learned the real reason why he was given the nickname, Swan. Though incredibly gorgeous physically. Adler…..was a dick.

The moment the door slid shut, Adler gave in to the sharp pain that had camped itself inside his back and right arm. "Damn, this hurts. What the hell did he do to me?!" pulling his arm out from under his blanket, Adler could now see the dark black that was slowly beginning to make its way up to his neck. A changing curse. Things had just turned form worse, to completely screwed beyond all repair. Welcome to a day in the life of a male Veela.

"….SHIT!"