"We have a newly inherited Veela among us!"

Dumbledore's shout was intensified and immediately the hall broke into excited chatter. Harry Potter choked on his mashed potatoes and ignored his friends questioning stares as he gulped down pumpkin juice. SHIT. He looked up and Dumbledore caught his eye.

Don't do this. Please don't do this. His forest green eyes were practically begging the headmaster to keep his mouth shut. The headmaster did no such thing.

"It truly is an honor to have one here at Hogwarts. Because this Veela is a male." The talk grew even louder. Hermione's voice was especially loud as she told anyone that would listen that a male Veela was very rare, and there were only a few known to exist.

Harry wanted to bury his face in his hands and die. Really Dumbledore? Are you serious?

"And most exciting, the male Veela has yet to find his mate."

Yup. Kill me. Kill me now. A bunch of girls squealed in excitement. The continues question of, what if its me? Floated about the great hall. Harry tried sinking low down in his seat.

"Can this young individual be as so kind to step up here please?" I fucking hate you Dumbledore. So. Very. MUCH.

"Please don't hate me." Harry murmured to Ron and Hermione, who stared at him as he slowly stood up. The hall went deathly quiet as Harry made his way towards the staff tables, his cheeks burning.

He turned and face front. Many were gaping, and many were leaning forwards in their seat to get a good look at him.

"Okay Harry, I am going to remove the hiding charm. Are you ready?" No. No. Please don't. Please don't.

"Three, two, one."

A warm tingling sensation swept over him, and his Veela cried out in relief. His other side longed to spread its wings and soar. The hiding charm had kept the Veela down.

Gasps ran through the hall as Harry opened his now emerald eyes. Golden flecks were splattered randomly in the green.

His once out of control hair now hung loosely, and it felt silkier. His ears were slightly more pointed; giving him a bit of an elf feel, and muscle started growing rapidly. His creamy pale skin shone as his canines started sharpening slightly. It didn't hurt. It just felt weird.

Harry Potter looked like a bad boy. The type of bad boy every one, even the straight guy, lusted for.

His ears moved as he took in the now much more louder sounds. His eyes were clearer, and he slowly reached up to remove his glasses.

Dumbledore was looking at him proudly, though there was a hint of guilt dancing in those blue eyes. Harry blew out a breath, and strands of hair fluttered up and away from his eyes before falling right back down again.

There was a thud, which rang painfully in Harry's now sensitive ears, as a student collapsed out of their seat. The raven rolled his eyes.

"Alright!" Dumbledore said, clapping his hands together. "Does anyone have any questions for Mr. Potter?" More than 60 hands flew up into the air, and Harry glared at his professor. I HATE you old man.

One by one questions were thrown at him. More than half were asking if they were his mate, so finally, the headmaster made the announcement that any mate related questions were no longer welcome. About 50 hands were slowly withdrawn.

Harry massaged his aching temples with his pointer and thumb.

"Professor, please." Harry said tiredly. His transformation had sucked all his energy away, and right at that moment he wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep. His human side that was.

His Veela side had no interest in snoozing. It wanted to spread its wings wide and take to the sky. However the human side was stronger, at least for the time being, so Harry managed to get his magical creature under control.

"Of course Harry. Come to my office tonight at…" But he hadn't even finished his sentence. Harry was already disappearing out the door with surprising speed, about 30 girls getting up and rushing after him.

XXX

"They would have found out eventually Harry."

"Yes! But I wasn't ready! I haven't even come to terms that I'm part beast yet!"

"Harry…"

"I didn't even get to tell my best friends. They are never going to forgive me!"

"Harry…"

"And you telling them about my mate? What the actually hell? Now I have about five people a minute asking me if they are the ones. I mean… It could be anyone anywhere in the world!"

"Harry…"

"Oh dear Godric, what if my mate is a male?"

"Harry…"

"They would never except me! Knowing who I am and me being involved with all this Voldemort stuff!"

"Harry you need to calm down…" There was a sudden whoosh as a pair of great black and gold ombre wings exploded out of the teens back and expanded across the room. Things were knocked of shelves as the massive feathered wings beat in annoyance.

Dumbledore thanked the lords that the room was big was big enough. Green eyes flashed.

"I need to calm down? Well it's a lot to take in isn't it? I mean, I felt completely normal when you told me, Hey! Your dad and mum bother had the Veela trait in them, which hadn't been dominant, but since the two mixed when you were conceived, you are now a DOMINANT FUCKING VEELA."

Dumbledore didn't even blink at Harry's choice of words. Harry glared one last time at the headmaster before he marched out, his wings still fluttering madly.

The door swung shut with a terrible crunch and Dumbledore put his head in his hands. It was probably not a good idea to anger an already pretty wound up Veela.