Summary; Harry was delighted to finally be able to live a normal life after he defeated Voldmort, if only he knew. While Harry is celebrating turning eighteen, Draco Malfoy is dreading it. Because once the clock strikes midnight he is going to have to deal with a whole new terrible destiny. (HarryxDraco, BlaisexRon, LupinxSirius, possibly. SnapexLuicus. It be a Veela fic. Sort of angsty and such. Very non-epilogue. I hated it, haha. As well as bringing dead characters back to life. I left Dumbledore alone, so give me credit, yeah? Rated M for later chapters.)
Disclaimer; I do not own, will I ever own, Harry Potter or any of the characters. I love the entire series, besides a few minor things, hence why I am writing this fanfiction. This disclaimer extends to rest of the chapters I may, or may not, post for this story. I am not making a single profit from this, unless, entertainment and ego boosting is one of them. I didn't think so.
Author Note; I will try my best to update regularly but if I do not, please do not get your panties in a twist thank you. I have a life, sadly. Which includes a job, school, and friends. Reviews will motivate me, but are not necessary just nice. Even a this is great, please update, etc is nice once and a while. On with the show you say, fine.
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My sadness playlist. Want the song list, just ask. (:
Currently reading; Lolita.
Mood; Creative, inspired.
Word Count; 2146
First Chapter; Lovely Inheritance.
The fire started in the boy's stomach before it seemed to engulf his body. He felt the hot tears at the corners of his eyes, trying to escape, but he would not let them. He would not, could not, cry. His father would not approve. He would say he was acting like a muggle or one of those dreadful mudbloods. A disgrace in his eyes, he would say. When was Draco not a disgrace in his eyes? Every time he turned around there was something he was not doing right. Right now if he could see Draco he would probably tell him it was fine; he went through it. Just a little pain, Draco should be doing something instead of lying about in bed. Those would be the things he would say, if he had been here, but he was not. He was off frolicking with Uncle Severus. Instead of trying to help his son through the difficult time of coming into his inheritance, but of course his father did not care. Luckily his mother still found the need to baby him, and tried her best to soothe his aching. She would wipe his brow with a wet rag, because there was nothing magical she could do. His back arched in pain as the tears finally fell from his eyes, falling down his cheeks. The fire in his body became hotter, and hurt to the point of no return. His long elegant fingers twisted into the bed sheet, as he begged for the pain to go away. He barely heard his mother's words of it would soon be over, but he knew it would not. Every night he would go through this unbearable pain until he found his mate. Sadly his mate could be just about anyone. Muggle or otherwise who was turning eighteen within a four month time block of his birthday. So it could be someone who turned eighteen from April 5th to August 5th.
He tried his best to turn his mind to other things, but it was no use. His vision was blurred from the tears so he could not see the time, but he was hoping it was only a few more moments until midnight. He just had to wait until midnight midnight would end the pain. Well until the next night. He had to find his mate before the next night; he did not think he could take this any longer. Another burst of pain caused him to arch his back in pain once more, the tears coming faster then ever before. He tried to take comfort in knowing his mate would be strong. His father told him that the more pain he went through the stronger his mate, if he was to be bonded to someone weak he would not of even felt the fire burning in his insides. His mind did not dwell on this long as he heard their grandfather clock ringing out midnight. He sighed in relief and was ready for the bliss of sleep. The fire that he was sure had burnt his intestines was slowly fading. Right before he passed out though he caught a glimpse of his lovely mate. Because even though he could not tell who it was he knew they were lovely. He marveled at the beautiful creature, with striking emerald eyes that seemed all too familiar.
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The nights went like the first with Draco withering in pain in his four-poster bed. Every day he searched trying to find the person he saw every night before he passed out. Those eyes haunted him, and he could not help but feel like he knew the person. Well, he knew he knew the person, but he felt like he had actually spoken to the person. Touched them. Who could it be? Every day he went through Diagon Alley. Every day he went to every magical place he could think of, and a few Muggle spots. He was praying the person wasn't from Durmstrung (AN; Not sure if that's spelled right), or somewhere else foreign. He did not think he could handle parading around different countries trying to find this person. He did not think he could find them in time either. That thought often made him pick up his pace, and search harder and longer than before.
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Since the defeat of Voldmort Harry had taken to staying with either the Weasley's or with Sirius. He no longer worried about being slain in his sleep, well he did, but wards powerful enough to keep anyone but Voldmort himself out were in place to stop that. He was able to pursue becoming an auror further and concentrate on his studies for his final year at Hogwarts, which was coming up fast. His birthday only an hour away midnight fast approaching. He counted down the minutes not believing he was going to be eighteen in a matter of an hour. He didn't realize how much of his life was going to change once more. Although none of that mattered at the moment he was to excited for it to happen. He was currently pacing his room at Sirius's, waiting. The clock chimed eleven, and that was when Harry felt it. A small pain in his stomach; almost like heart burn that spread. It caused him to double over in pain and he clutched at the hardwood floor for something to hold onto so he would not scream in agony. He found no such luck and soon Sirius was busting into the room wand raised. All he found was Harry writhing on the floor in pain sweat dripping from his face already. Sirius quickly went to Harry's side praying that what he thought was going on, was not. He pushed the hair from Harry's forehead, and promised he would return.
Sirius took the stairs two at the time, calling for Remus the whole time, but Remus was already on the staircase to figure what was wrong with Harry. Sirius did not know what to do. If what he was thinking was true then they had some problems on their hands. He took Remus by the hand and led him slowly up the stairs, so he would not rush up there before he had time to voice his thoughts.
"I think Harry's someone's mate." Sirius put simply, there was no point in sugarcoating it for Remus. Remus's face contorted into something that was a mixture of relief and anger. If that were all it was then he would be fine, but then once again his life would be controlled not by him, but by some invisible hand that found it funny to mess with his life. Remus was thinking, but was quickly brought out of his thoughts by another screech from his godson. He practically flew up the stairs, taking no time in going to Harry's side.
He looked around for a clock and realized he did not have one, he simply listened for the grandfather clock they had. He looked at Sirius and quickly asked, "What time is it?" It looked as if he was going to question him, but the look Remus gave him quickly made him swallow any protests.
Sirius didn't waste time in finding out, quickly telling Remus, "11:04." His face betrayed everything he was feeling. It was clear Harry was someone's mate, and they had, or were soon to be in their inheritance. He was experiencing what every mate experienced an hour before midnight. The same thing the Veela had to experience every day until they found their mate, or died. It seemed his mate was someone strong, which was good. Harry did not need to be bond to someone weak. He did not need to be bond to anyone at all, but if he had to it was good it was someone who would not hold him back. Remus silently wondered to himself who it was, before another howl from Harry turned his attentions back to what was important. He knew that there was no way to ease his pain, but they could comfort them to their best abilities.
Remus stood up and motioned for Sirius to follow him. He looked at Harry and then back but Remus just simply motioned for him to follow not uttering a word. Once he had the door shut he told Sirius what he thought. It did not take long for the man to become enraged at the poor treatment fate was playing on Harry. It was unfair, yes, but it was how things happened. The only thing Remus took joy and hope from was that whoever this person was being man or woman was specifically made and meant for Harry. Or Harry was made specifically for this person; the point was that they were perfect for each. No matter who they were or what they have done Harry would have to look past that. Or else the poor young man or woman would die.
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Draco could not take it much longer; the pain was getting the point where he just wanted to end it all. How could he continue like this, much less through school? The pain started around eight. He could usually stand it through nine, but by then he was confined to his bed. He had perfect duties, and homework, and other things that needed attending to that did not evolve trying not to cry out in pain. Spells could only do so much when it came to silence. It felt ever so unfair. His family boasted about their pureblood status when in reality they were not as pure as they put on. Somewhere down the line a Malfoy, because yes it was his father's side that brought the impurity, had fucked a female Veela, causing a new line of lovely Malfoy's. That was why the pale skin, striking features, and blonde hair were so common in their family. Not because they were so pure, but because of the Veela blood. He hated his father more for this, than ever. His father tried to say that it would be the most amazing thing he ever experienced, once he found his mate. That there was no one better suited for him than his mate. Draco had simply scoffed and said otherwise.
That was when his mother put her two cents in. She told him that his father spoke the truth. She saw how Lucius looked at Severus, with complete and utter love. This shocked, and slightly appalled him, that his godfather was his father's mate, and not his mother. Although it made slight sense, when he paid closer attention he could see adoration that shined his father's eyes when he looked at his godfather. Draco wondered when, or if, he found his mate would he have to hide him. Yes, Draco had figured out that the eyes did in fact belong to some enchanting male. It made him slightly relieved to know that he would not be with a woman. He shivered in disgust at the idea. It also helped to eliminate quite a few people. He just needed to find those beautiful green eyes.
Author's Note; Hoped you liked. Reviews would be nice, but not needed. Although if you see any mistakes please point them out to me, thank you.