A/N: Hello! This is my very first Harry Potter Fic! Yes it is Draco/Harry. It is a Veela Fic. Please do not ask about my version of Veelas just yet, all will be explained in the next few chapters. Also, rating subject to change, but not for at least four or five more chapters. Please be sure to read my authors notes at the beginning of each chapter. I will also reply to all reviews at the end of each chapter. If slash offends you then I recommend you don't read this story. Remember, Read and Review!

Disclaimer: Let's just say anything you recognize belongs to the great J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1: Best Friends

Jessie Kirkwood and Harry Potter had been labelled the "weird kids" from the moment they entered muggle primary school. They were able to do things other children couldn't. They had both been raised by people who weren't their parents and who didn't really like them. Jessie's parents had died when she was eight months old. She had been raised by people whom she simply called Mr. and Mrs Marens. She did not know what relation they were to her and she had never asked. Harry's parents, on the other hand, had died when he was one. He had been raised by his mother's sister and her husband. Neither child's guardians were fond of them and beat them on a regular basis. They had been best friends from the moment they had met. They felt a kindred of sorts, things in common, some that they were unaware of. There were many, many things about themselves that they had yet to find out. But they didn't know that one day everything would come crashing down on them. After all, how much worse could their miserable live get? The answer is not one they expect.

"Look! It's your weird cousin and his friend! Let's beat them up!" A large boy, barely turned eleven, called to his friend. It was the third of august, Jessie's birthday. She and Harry were now both eleven. Jessie and Harry had been sitting in the grass, talking. They looked up as the group of bullies, including Harry's cousin Dudley, came towards them. They jumped to their feet, ready to defend themselves. Dudley threw the first punch.

At the same time in Malfoy Manor, two boys, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, were sitting together in a garden, having gone there to wrap their minds around what their parents had just told them. They were Veelas. And they had to be on the lookout for their mates, when they went to Hogwarts in a month. Their parents had said that once they are their mates turned eleven they would be able to feel any pain inflicted on their mates. Their mothers, who were both Veelas, had explained that if they could feel a lot of pain being inflicted on their mates, they would immediately know where they were and who they are. As of yet they had only felt only twinges, not enough to tell who their mates were or where they happened to be. But then Blaise suddenly clutched his face.

"OW!" he cried out, although he knew it was his mate's pain. Then Draco groaned and clutched his stomach. Suddenly they both saw in their minds eye a grassy field. Near the middle was a group of large boys attacking a smaller boy and girl. Blaise knew immediately that the girl was his mate and Draco knew that the smaller boy was his. Both Veelas were angry as they watched their mates being hurt. They immediately ran to the parlour, where their mothers were having tea. Both Draco and Blaise were looking quite worse for the wear as their bodies began to show the signs of attack on their mates.

"Mother, Mother!" They cried in unison, startling the women with the pain and urgency in their tones.

Draco, still breathless, began, "Mother, our mates are being attacked!" The women's eyes widened, then Blaise continued,

"They are in a field in Surrey. They were both raised by muggles but neither of them are muggle-born. My mate is pure-blood and Draco's is a half-blood."

Then Draco picked up the tale, gasping as he felt another kick collide with his stomach, "Mine's name is Harry Potter and Blaise's is Jessie Kirkwood. They are being attacked by muggle bullies! Can we please go to them now!?"

Their mothers nodded then Narcissa Malfoy said, "Come hold our hands, boys, and think hard about your mates." Then, as the boys did so, cuts began to appear on Blaise's arms. He cried out in pain, the vision of those muggles slashing at his mate in is minds eye. Both he and Draco thought hard about their mates and how much the wanted to be there to protect them right now. Then they were. Blaise, Draco, Narcissa and Orielia Zabini were standing in the field where Jessie and Harry were being attacked. Jessie's arms were soaked in blood, as were most of her clothes. The knife one boy was using gleaming in his hand. Suddenly, as Narcissa flicked her wand, it flew out of his hand, as did the other half a dozen or so knives that the boys were using. After seeing their knives fly like that the boys fled, leaving bruised and bloodied victims trembling on the ground. Blaise and Draco ran to their mates, trying to comfort them. The women strode forward and healed Harry and Jessie. Jessie clutched at Blaise's robes and began to sob. Blaise put his arms around her and rocked her back and forth, whispering reassuringly in her ear. Harry seemed to be in shock, so Draco wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and just held him. The older witches stared in awe. It was rare for a Veela to find their mate so early. The norm was fourteen or fifteen, although both women had found their mates at thirteen, and even that was early. Although it was possible for them to find their mates as soon as they had both turned eleven, that rarely happened. Yet here their sons had done just that. And their mates seemed to respond to them instinctively, which was a very good sign.

Narcissa spoke, "Draco, Blaise, Jessie, Harry. We must return to the Manor now. Before those muggles come back with some authorities." These words had no affect on Jessie, who continued to sob into Blaise's robes.

But Harry's head snapped up, "But if I don't get home in fifteen minutes my uncle will beat me with his belt!" Harry said, fear evident in his voice.

Draco held him tighter and whispered, "You never have to go back to your awful uncle again, you're safe with me." Harry looked at Draco in awe.

Then he whispered, "Really?" a scared kind of hope in his voice. Draco ran his hand through the boy's messy black hair.

"Always," he whispered. With that Harry buried his head in Draco's shoulder and cried. In those tears was a lifetime's worth of pain and sorrow. Draco stroked Harry's back and buried his face in that messy hair, inhaling the sweet scent that was his mate. The older women had watched this whole display in awe. They were very proud of their sons. But this was a marvel. Not only were the boys best friends and Veelas, but their mates were also best friends. The women felt that these four would be extremely close in the years to come. Now all they had to do was explain everything to Harry and Jessie. Narcissa thought, and was very happy about this fact, that now that the Boy-Who-Lived was Draco's mate, the Malfoys would no longer have to fight alongside the Dark Lord. They could, and must, fight on the side of the light.

"Now children, let us return to the Manor."

All four children nodded and stood to hold the two witches hands. All six of them apparated back to Malfoy Manor. The trip scared Harry and Jessie, who had no idea what had happened. Narcissa sighed, now to explanations. But first a goodnight's sleep was in order.