Sirens Song

Prologue

The study was lit by the warm glow of the fire. Holding a slender glass of deep red wine he surveyed his father oven its rim, a single finger trailed languidly down the stem of the expensive crystal as he waited for the elder man to speak.

"Do you understand what this all means Draco?"

Draco Malfoy sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that evening. Lucius Malfoy was always very thorough when it came to explanations, Draco dearly wished that his father would realise this and forgo the repeat of his lengthy conversations. He was tired and feeling oddly disorientated…this didn't surprise him given that the superbly carved French clock showed the time was quarter to midnight.

"Yes father I understand perfectly what this all means" he responded in a lazy if somewhat bored sounding drawl.

He'd been prepared for this moment since childhood, knew exactly what would happen and what would be expected of him. The only difference being that unlike his father, he would not be forced into something he neither needed nor wanted.

The classic term for the gene that was to awaken within him was Sirenus, or more commonly referred to as Siren. However a male siren was infinitely more different than a female siren, in fact except for the name, they shared nothing much in common other than their ability to enthral.

A female Siren used songs to lure victims in, muggles had rightly depicted that female sirens cared more for their vanity and little else. They fed on the blood of the poor souls they enthralled; keeping them in a half delirious state between life and death purely for their own entertainment…the thought caused him to wrinkle his nose in distaste.

A male siren however, they used their gifts for something else entirely.

Unlike the females, a male siren did not use the power of song, and they cared nothing for the lure of victims. A male siren needed the companionship of a lover, one that was chosen for them the moment their gene awoke.

Once Draco came of age, the gift of mental suggestion would be his to command. He would be able to caress minds, to enter dreams and slowly woo his chosen mate. He would also hold power over water. Like the sirens of old he too would be able to bend it easily to his will…it was a power he was looking forward to receiving.

His father had passed the gene down to him much to the detriment of his mother. Narcissa Malfoy had been most displeased when it became apparent that Draco too would inherit the Sirenus. Not that he cared much what the woman thought, Draco had never been close to his mother and that would never change.

He still resented the fact that it was because of her that his father could not see his chosen mate as often as he would like.

"Would you like me to stay with you" Lucius asked softly. Draco stared into the pained blue eyes before him and knew that his father had had no such offer when his gene had awoken. Offering a warm smile he nodded his head in consent.

"Will it be painful?"

Lucius seemed to ponder the question momentarily; Draco fancied that his father was thinking back to his own awakening. A small grimace crossed the Malfoy patriarch's face, that in itself was answer enough to Draco's question and he felt his own grimace form in response.

"It is not the most…pleasant of experiences, however it does not last that long. But know that I will be with you every step of the process" Lucius finally responded offering Draco an encouraging smile. A quick glance at the clock showed that the hour was fast approaching; he was actually surprised at how calm he felt…he had thought he would be more afraid.

As a Malfoy he had perfected the calm and collected emotion that was the mantle upon his face. A façade was required of him, but in this room where nobody but his father could see him he had let the shutters over his emotions open and freely showed his growing apprehension.

He was not fearful only anxious as to what happened once his awakening was completed.

He wondered what his chosen mate would be like; would it be a woman or a man? Inwardly Draco admitted that like his father his chosen mate would more than likely be the latter. Women had never really captured his attention, the idea of being bonded to one for the rest of his days was a thought he cared little to entertain.

Whoever his mate was would also undergo a change as soon as Draco went through his own, as a siren he would be the more dominantly possessive of the relationship. If his partner was a strong willed female their personality would alter slightly to accommodate their more submissive role. If his partner was a strong willed male then they too would undergo a slight change in personality, however their appearance would also be affected.

The chosen mate of a siren would always be beautiful.

Draco carefully placed his glass onto the ground, the time had almost come and he did not want to drop it during the shock of his awakening. He noted that his father had moved closer to him and a small smile pulled at his lips.

It was ironic really that so many people thought Lucius a cold and unfeeling man; he was in Draco's own opinion the warmest person he had ever known. The Malfoy patriarch was not the emotionless automaton that people perceived him to be, he could be kind and compassionate and above all else he could feel emotions other than anger, vengefulness and hate.

The clock showed one minute to midnight and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in preparation.

He would do his father proud and weather the coming storm, this was his inheritance and he would accept it with all the grace that befitted a Malfoy. He would ride out the pain and in the end be a better man for it.

A chime sounded out, it seemed almost far away and as his mind began to disorientate he felt the first tingling sensation begin within his body. His gene was beginning to awake and it was determined to make itself known. It was only a minor irritation, a slight feeling of discomfort underneath his skin.

His mind was beginning to think that this wasn't so bad, then the first wave of pain gripped him and his breath whooshed from his lungs in a winded gasp. His blood burned with an innate fire, it was almost like he would be scorched from the inside out. He cried out and reached desperately for his fathers hand as it reached out to him.

Then the world suddenly went black.


Harry Potter sat up with a start. He was unsure as to what had awoken him but something felt different, his whole body tingled almost like an aftermath of some sort. The sensation was not unpleasant but it was strange none the less.

Sighing he flung the covers from his body only to still at the sight of his legs in the pale moonlight.

He had never been a shapely person; he'd long ago resigned himself to the fact that he was a skinny knobbly kneed male. It was a simple matter of fact such as the sky was blue and the grass was green.

But the legs that he looked down at in the eerie midnight glow…they looked nothing like they had when he had first lay down upon his bed to sleep. In fact if he weren't in such a state of shock he probably would have either dismissed it as a trick of his imagination or tried to pinch himself to ascertain that he was in fact awake.

Where what his uncle described as his 'skinny pins' had once been, there was now shapely thighs and slender calves. He distinctly remembered that he had had quite a lot of hair on his legs as well, but looking down at his new appendages now…not a single trace of hair was in sight. They were smooth and even in the dim light he could tell that they still held his glorious sun kissed tan.

Reaching out a shaky hand he ran it hesitantly over his right leg, the skin was as soft and as smooth as silk under his trembling fingertips.

Scrambling from the bed he stumbled towards the full length mirror near his bedroom door, he needed to see that he was not imagining things. Halting before his reflection his eyes widened at the sight that stood staring back at him wearing his own shocked expression.

Yesterday his hair had been its usual short messy style, now however it fell easily down to his waist as straight as an arrow. His reached up to touch it and revelled in its glossy feel. It had always been brittle to the touch, but now it felt luxurious almost lustrous…he could not believe that his wild nest was gone and these healthy tresses had been left in their wake.

His eyes glanced down at the rest of his body; everything was slender and very well defined from the strength of his arms to his abs and his narrow hips. Where once had been skin and bone, lean lithe muscles stood in their place. He could not believe that such a body was his own yet there was no denying the truth of it.

What the hell had happened?

Before he would have modestly stated he was passively good looking in an almost offbeat sort of way. Now however there was no other word to describe how he looked except exquisitely almost exotically beautiful. He also looked slightly feminine in a small slender sort of way; he was unsure how to take that part of the change.

Sighing he carded a hand through his hair and noted something else…he could see perfectly clear. His glasses were still perched on the nightstand by his bed, for the first time he was looking at himself unhindered by small glass panes. He'd never dreamed that he would see his own reflection so vividly with his own eyes and nothing to enhance that sight.

On his second slow perusal of his body his eyes rested on mark low on his right hip bone.

Peering closely at it he made out the shape of a black rose, it looked like a muggle tattoo. Gingerly touching it with his fingertips he gasped as a wash of sensation went through him, almost as though this simple brand had a magic all of its own. The reaction it caused was not unpleasant and to his horror Harry found that he was hard.

How could a small mark affect him in such a way? How had it gotten on his hip because it sure as hell had not been there when he had gone to bed?

He didn't understand why strange things were always happening to him, so far this year everything had been going fine. He had suffered no mishap and had thought that maybe whatever deity ruled over his life had finally consented to give him peace. He really should have known better.

Surprisingly enough however he did not feel so put out by this new occurrence. He had been gifted with an impressive...ok slightly effeminate but still impressive...body. As far as his usual string of bad luck went, this wasn't really too bad.

Of course his change was obviously part of something bigger...he'd worry about that when it became necessary to.

Hedwig hooted at him from her cage, turning he offered her a thin smile. Her snowy head tilted to one side, as though she were studying his new physique. Making his way to her cage he slowly placed a finger through one of the gaps and tenderly stroked her head. Her eyes seemed wary, as though she didn't know what to make of him. The thought caused a pang to run through him, he didn't want to lose her affection over something that was not his fault.

"Hey girl it's still me" even his voice sounded different, slightly softer and with a sensual huskiness to it that had never been apparent before.

Turning her head, Hedwig nipped his fingers affectionately and he smiled in response. He let out a relieved breath that he wasn't even aware he had been holding, watching Hedwig tilt into his slender fingers he pondered what his friends reactions would be like.

Ginny he could imagine squealing over how cute he looked and wanting to do something with his hair, Ron would probably smile that laid back grin of his and tease him about looking almost girlish. Hermione would assess him with shrewd eyes and analyse everything to death so she could discover what had caused it, he'd be teased by all the Gryffindor boys and be cooed over by the girls.

Smiling he made soft clucking noises to his snowy companion; it would an interesting start to the year.


His head hurt and his skin felt as though it had been stretched to the extreme, wincing he lifted a hand to his temple and tried to rub the ache away. Opening his eyes he set his gaze on the blurry image that hovered over him and rapidly blinked until his father's face came into focus.

"Are you alright Draco?" Lucius asked, his eyes easily portrayed the worry he felt and Draco smiled in response to that.

Clasping the offered hand Lucius held out to him, Draco allowed his father to haul him to his feet. The room swam for a moment and he steadied himself on the taller mans shoulder, giving his mind a moment to recollect itself before he hesitantly let go of his support. Turning away from Lucius he made his way shakily towards the mirror that had been set up in the corner of the room, wanting to see what his transition had made him look like.

His breath caught in his throat when his eyes perused his own reflection.

The pointed areas of his face had softened out to strongly defined features, giving him a handsomeness that matured him. His muscles had become more solid and defined in ways they had not previously been, his body seemed to have lengthened making him easily six foot if not more. His hair had lightened to an almost white blonde now, his skin had also become almost luminescent in quality and finally, his blue/gray eyes had deepened to the rich mercury colour that stared back at him.

He lifted his right hand to touch his reflection and stilled the movement when a mark on his palm became apparent. Frowning he turned his hand over and looked at his branded skin, he pressed a finger over it and felt it thrum pleasantly. This was his mark, the same mark that would appear on the body of his chosen mate...

A black rose.

"You look beautiful my son, but then I always knew that you would...welcome at last to your inheritance young one" Lucius murmured coming to halt behind him. Sky blue met liquid silver as they gazed at each other in the mirror, Draco's lips turned into a small smile and he leant back into the arms that reached out to hold him...he was glad that he had had someone to help him, someone to watch over him during his awakening.

"So what will happen now father?" he asked after a while, his fingers absently tracing the mark on his palm, enjoying the pleasurable tingles the action caused.

"You will begin the search for your mate, I must warn you Draco that it will be an arduous task you have ahead of you. Your mate may want you when they realise the bond you share, but their mark will not allow them to submit to you until you have successfully wooed them" Lucius said at last.

Draco nodded in understanding. His reading had provided such information; chosen mates often already had a feeling of attraction towards the newly awakened siren...even if they had not originally been aware of it. Once they found their chosen mate, the siren would automatically want to complete their bond and consummate. But the marking brand would not allow it to be so until the proper rituals of wooing had been fulfilled.

But the siren would...at least during one period...throughout the ritual be spiked dangerously with a lustful need to claim what was theirs. He only hoped he would be able to control his primal need when it eventually surfaced, he did not want to force a consummation of the bond.

"I also want to give you this, when you find your chosen present them with this ring. It is the only one of its kind and so it should be given to your chosen, much like I gave another one of a kind ring to my own chosen."

The ring was beautiful, it was almost as though his father had known what his sons siren sign would be. The band was silver and smooth to the touch, but were the corners curved the design of a black rose took form, nestled within its slightly closed petals was a solitary opal. When Draco twisted the ring in the dim light he watched as hues of red, green and blue battled for dominance across the surface of the precious stone.

"Thank you" he whispered and pocketed the ring.

He wondered what it would be like when he met his chosen mate, wondered where on their body they had been marked and shivered in anticipation. It would be interesting to see how things panned out, but for now he would be content to discover his newly awakened power and how best to control his readily available powers of seduction. He already knew that his chosen mate would be someone at Hogwarts; it was just a matter of discovering who bore his mark.

This year was going to be most interesting indeed.


This was one of those things that kept on itching at me to write it. I have an utter fascination with mythology, and I had been reading a lot of Veela stories at the time. I do plan to write my own Veela story one day (every Harry/Draco shipper has to write at least one) but I imagined what other types of mythical being I could imagine Draco being, then I turned the page in the Mythology book I was reading and before me was a Siren. Well that was it, I was sat at my laptop with ideas bubbling in my head. Now it's going to be slow going, I have my 'Come what may' story to finish. But please feel free to let me know what you think and I will try my best with updates for you. Ciao for now –X-