Chapter 1

The night was eerily quiet as a scream rippled through Draco Malfoy's body putting him through agonizing pain. It had been months since he had found out he was part Veela and he had yet to find his mate; his birthday drawing dangerously near meaning his life line was going to come to an end.

Every night for the past month he had these dreams of a girl, his girl. They started out happy at first, showing him all the reasons why he loved her, all the things she was passionate about. She never spoke in his dreams, nor was her face ever seen; but none of that mattered to him. He was already in love with her, and these little glimpses of her were his only clue to who she was and the only connection he had. So months ago he use to look forward to sleep because he knew she would be there, but the past month or so the only thing he could see was the fact that they would be disgustingly happy and out of nowhere she would get taken from him; and then he would search for her. Sometimes he never found her again, other times he saw her bloodied corpse and he felt himself die with her. It was excruciating and terrifying. Not for his life, but because he already knew he was in love with her and the thought of being without her was indeed enough to kill him.

This only made his longing for her intensify; he would spend many nights begging into the air for the pain to stop, to just be reunited with his love; whoever she may be. But with this war going on he was no closer to finding her then the war was coming to an end. His family knew the vital importance of Draco finding his mate, and the stress was evident on his father. Lucius no longer held the poise he once had, his hair no longer fell perfectly in a pale curtain, his face was no longer smooth and clean; and his eyes were sunken in so far it was as if sleep was a stranger to him. What else was to be expected though? His only son was a mere couple months away from his death, leaving no heir to the Malfoy name.

Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, on the other hand remained calm and hopeful. She had no intentions of losing her son and she felt that if she portrayed the calm and composed attitude, her husband and son would begin feeling the same way eventually, and it would sooth them. She would never openly admit how worn down she felt from seeing her son so disheveled and weak. Most nights, like tonight, he was screaming in pain from the separation of his mate. He was losing weight, his cheek bones forming into a high point that was painfully sharp, and his complexion was so pale it wouldn't be long until he was translucent. Yet there was nothing anyone could do to help, it was impossible for Draco to get away long enough to even find his mate.

So the only thing Narcissa could do was comfort him, and that's what she did. She slowly entered Draco's bedroom, wincing slightly at his whimpering. "Draco."

Clearing his throat he sat up. "What is it mother?" It came out more curt and cold then he had wanted it to be, but he was in no mood for being civil and he didn't want her to see him so weak; he was going to be head of the household after all.

"I have a plan, it will help you escape and we will proceed at dawn." She stated simply.

"Mother I have to stay, I have to fight." Draco muttered. "I am a death eater and leaving out of the blue is not that simple."

"I agree it is not that simple and I agree that you have to fight, but for your own life. " She sauntered elegantly to Draco's bed sitting down placing a hand upon his knee. "It is okay to be selfish once in a while."

Draco remembered his whole childhood at that moment. He was always so selfish, so demanding, and for his mother to state he could be selfish made him angry. "When haven't I been self-"

"Not you," Narcissa held up a hand. "Me. It is okay to be selfish once in a while, so I kept you here for me. For my own pleasure and for my own life and your fathers. Now it is time I let you go. You are going to take your broom and leave. They would expect you to do that, so that's why they would think you would choose the floo network to trick them. They will never see it coming that you chose the obvious escape route. It will be the perfect plan. In the morning there is a meeting for the elder death eaters, they feel they cannot trust the teenagers yet that's why you did not receive an invitation. They wouldn't dream of you leaving, because you are a Malfoy. They will be taken by utter surprise when they find out, and by the time they find out it shall be too late."

Draco thought this through. He needed his mate, he needed to be free of the Dark Lord and find peace and love. He was not scared of dying, he was afraid that he would die without knowing her and with all this pain. He felt it every waking moment, never being free of it; and how nice would be to just be free from the path that was chosen for him, except…

"Mother if I do this you and father will die, they will kill you."

"If you don't find your mate your own heartache will kill you." She replied bluntly, not to seem cold but to get the point across. She sighed, "You want to stay here for me, for us, so please leave for us instead. You will be giving us more peace of mind then you can imagine."

"Alright," Draco muttered. He knew when he had lost the battle and there was no point in changing her mind.

Narcissa leaned over and kissed Draco's forehead. "Sleep. I will be back in a few hours to wake you for your journey; in the meantime you will need plenty of rest."

Draco did as told, laying down he immediately went into a sleep that was haunted with dreams of the mate he could not see, hear, save or touch.