A/N:
Because Draco and Harry belong together and i've been dieing to do a fic where Draco is a Veela. I hope you like it!
~``~``~``~ Draco ~``~``~``~
It felt like everyone was watching; like they knew what I'd been hiding for more than a week now. I knew I was probably just being ridiculously paranoid about this since it was still quite new to me too. I found a spot to sit in while I watched people mingle from afar. The Malfoy Manor was holding a large group of people for a company party of some type. Most of the people here I had no clue who they were, but still I had to stay here and be forced to sit around while everyone looked me over to size up the Malfoy heir. I rolled my eyes at one woman who in turn looked the other way distastefully.
I brought up a hand to run through my slight locks of white blonde hair. Really that alone should have been enough to know that I'd have had some problems. I looked down at myself and straightened the dress robes I'd been forced to wear for tonight. They weren't even the good ones. These were the ones that bunched up at the base of my legs, making sitting feel very uncomfortable.
Really, this whole affair was ridiculous. Father had yet to say what exactly the function was for. He may have said it was for work but that could mean anything. All I knew was that for some reason the main focus had seemed to be on me tonight. I was handed between person to person, group to group, shaking hands and meeting people that scarily towered over my slender frame.
I'd only just managed to escape long enough to sit down, which I had desperately been needing to do, I'd had a huge rush over my head, making me feel nauseous and dizzy. The room had also started to heat up. This little problem was becoming more and more acute and precise. For only a bit over a week I'd known what was going on and rushed off to find books about it, hiding them from Father.
I was sixteen, just turned. I would be heading back to my second to last year of school soon, summer more than three fourths over with. The only thing that entailed what I was going to be headed into this year was the small hints at what I was becoming. I'd checked out book after book from the small library in the middle of Diagon Ally. I'd taken every book I could find on the subject. Veela.
That term was sure to cause hell for me this year; along with whatever it seemed my father had planned for me. I'd spent the past three nights reading everything I could about them. I didn't know how I knew, but I could tell that for some reason I was turning into one of the stupid creatures. The first thing I'd learned was that there were different types. There were the little creepy flying creatures, and then there were the half-veela's that could be any appearance, such as a human form.
The next thing that had really caught my attention was that Veela's were born veela's but half-veela's subtly changed over time, in which their bodies would change to fit all the veela specifications, then in the late teens there would be sudden, drastic changes, quickly raffling you into the veela nature. That was the thing I'd notice lately that there seemed to be something off with my body. It was actually a big pain in the arse, especially when I was in the middle of doing something important.
Some of the effects I'd been feeling were mostly ones that reminded me quite much of a pregnancy. I'd found myself to be nauseous at certain things, such as foods, getting dizzy easily and I was constantly feeling bloated. The symptoms were said to vary between upcoming veela, ranging from innocent to the most painful kind. Still in the end the effects would be the same.
The other thing that caught me off guard was the fact that Veela usually choose a mate. This isn't like any other mating process. Usually the veela gets to choose their mate to a certain extent. Usually it happens from being around a certain person more than others, which is why some veela have been known to mate to even their parents, or it could happen just because you have a strong feeling about a certain person. Otherwise, the veela really gets no say in which they end up with. It's quite unfair for both parties because they may not want to be together for the rest of their lives.
There are other rules and exceptions to all kinds of things about veela's but I kind of skipped over many of them, trying to pick out just the important details. I'd spent most of my time with one book about how Veela heritage is passed through generations. As far as I knew, my mother, nor my father, was a veela. Then I came across something that said the veela blood line can skip up to a hundred generations at a time! That was what sent me on a search through our family tree. I was extremely shocked to have found out that long ago there was someone in our family that had been a half veela, but that had been a small girl who'd been killed because of her veela heritage. How that could have passed to me was a mystery.
That was what worried me the most. Our family was extremely strict about certain things. I was sure that if even one thing was different than what should go as planned I'd be killed or sent off to another family. That's why I'd been completely freaked out. I couldn't tell my family I thought I was turning into a creature they loathed. I'd be done for. I'd never even get the chance to explain once the word 'veela' left my mouth.
"Ah, there you are, Draco." I looked up from my robes as my mother walked towards me, my thoughts being interrupted by her voice. The party was still in full affect. People talking happily with each other and eating the weird food that mother had the cook make for this occasion. "Your father is looking for you." She said as I stood at her presence.
She began to straighten out my already perfect robes. That was the way things always were. She'd fix everything about me if she could. She always managed to find at least a small mistake in the things I did, even if they seemed perfect in everyone else's lives. I'd heard her speak to her friends about me on more than one occasion, speaking of how she wished I would be absolutely perfect, that I'd only be worthy of being their son once father had followed out with the secret plan the two had been discussing for years.
"Yes, well, I shall go find him then." I said, pushing away her hands as I walked away.
"You need to make sure to eat something before the nights over." She called out after me. I could feel the disapproving head shake she would give as I didn't answer her and went to find my father.
~``~``~``~ Harry ~``~``~``~
I jumped in my chair as I heard the only voice I'd been waiting for. I blinked the sleep away from my eyes and wiped the small amount of drool that had added up at the corner of my mouth. I stood up and stretched, wincing from the pain that came from falling asleep in an awkward position. One half of my face was numb from being pressed against the cold window and one half was warm, giving me a weird mixed feeling. I ignored the complaint of my body as I quickly began to gather my things. Throwing a few spell books, my wand, and other things into my trunk, I quickly gather Hedwig, careful not to wake the sleeping animal.
"Who the blazes is calling at this time of night?" I heard Uncle Vernon's angered tone from downstairs.
Oh no. I'd completely forgotten to tell them that I was leaving tonight. You see, Dumbledore had sent me a letter saying that he'd be coming to get me tonight to take me to the burrow for the rest of the holiday. In all the excitement I must've forgotten to tell the Dursley's about my leaving.
I quickly stumbled over my trunk and threw open the door just in time to hear a calming voice from downstairs. One that I'd missed greatly. I ran to the top of the stairs and peered down to see that Dumbledore stood in the doorway. He was fully clad in his magical looking robes, much fancier than any of the other student or staff wizard robes at Hogwarts.
"Good evening. You must be Mr. Dursley. I daresay Harry has told you I would be coming for him?" I quickly bound down the stairs as fast as I could, stopping about three steps above the bottom, trying to keep away from Uncle Vernon's reach. He was already looking a bit red. He just looked at Dumbledore. Staring at his long beard and cloak as though he couldn't believe what he was looking at. "Judging by your look of disbelief, Harry did not warn you that I was coming. However, let us assume that you have invited me warmly into your house. It is unwise to linger overlong on doorsteps in these troubled times."
Dumbledore's tone was completely pleasant, not at all angered or bothered in the least. He quickly stepped into the house as if he had been living here for months. He noticed me on the steps and gave a small look that said I should have told them but that he wasn't angry with me either before he went back to looking down to Uncle Vernon, who just sputtered slightly.
"I-I-I" Was all the man had managed to get out coherently.
"It's been a long since my last visit. I must say, your agapanthus are flourishing."
Still Uncle Vernon made no reply; the vein in his temple was reaching a dangerous rate and would probably burst soon if he didn't say anything. As if he was taking no notice to Uncle Vernon anymore, Dumbledore turned to me with a smile, looking cheery as usual, his half-moon glasses perching the very edge of his nose.
"Ah, good evening Harry. Excellent, excellent." He said, his voice coming off much more wise than anyone I'd ever heard in my life…and really, the man was a loon. Anyone could see that Uncle Vernon was about to snap, it was written in plain English all over his face.
"I don't mean to be rude-" His tone showing the exact opposite of what he was trying to say.
"Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often." He said, now smoothing out a small piece of his beard that seemed to want to stand straight up, his voice sounding grave. "Best to say nothing at all, my dear man. Ah, this must be Petunia."
At that moment Aunt Petunia walked through the doors that led to the kitchen, her hands in the air with sopping wet gloves around them. She'd obviously been cleaning the kitchen before she was to go to bed, like she does most nights. Her expression changed from blank to shock. My mother had gone to Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry also, so I assumed she'd know about Dumbledore. Though it seemed that he hadn't known her.
"Albus Dumbledore." He offered his name "we have corresponded, of course." She still hadn't fazed. "And this must be your son, Dudley."
Dudley's face appeared around the corner of the living room. He was still as pig-like as he'd ever been. His cheeks had gotten chubbier over the years and his body has grown taller but had not gotten less weighty. He also still stomped around like a giant oaf. I'm sure even Hermione, who found good in everyone, would think him utterly repulsive.
"Uh," Dudley mutter quietly, waiting to hear if anyone was going to say anything. As the silence went on, Dumbledore just smiled.
"Shall we assume that you've invited me into your sitting room?" The headmaster asked, already heading that way, Dudley scrambling to get out of the way so no contact would be made between the two.
I jumped down the last few steps of the stairs and quickly passed Uncle Vernon, following Dumbledore into the next room. The man had just settled himself in the arm chair that Uncle Vernon usually sat in, gazing thoughtfully at the fire. His gaze slowly traveled around the room, seeming extremely interested in the many things kept here.
"Aren't-aren't we leaving, sir?" I asked anxiously, wanting to leave this house as soon as possible. I hated it here, always have, always will.
"Yes, indeed we are, but there are a few things we need to discus first and I'd prefer nit to do so out in the open. We shall trespass on your aunt and Uncle's hospitality only a bit longer."
"You will, will you?" Uncle Vernon said, stomping into the room, obviously having found his speaking abilities again.
"Yes," Dumbledore spoke as though he were talking about the news, "I shall." I greatly admired his confidence.
Dumbledore quickly pulled out his wand and flicked it so the sofa zipped across the floor, pulling the Dursley's off their feet and onto the couch which came over to rest in its original position only second later. He stuck his wand back into his pocket and that's when I caught it. His hand had become burned and more than a bit shriveled up. It looked as though he was turning into a prune.
"Sir! What happened to your-?" but I was cut off with the wave of his good hand.
"Later, Harry. For now, please sit." He gestured to the only open seat left. I sat in it very uneasily. I really wanted to leave now, not sure what Dumbledore was up to. "I would have assumed that you were going to offer some refreshments but the evidence so far has proved it would be foolish to think so now. No matter." He once again took his wand and I watched in awe as glasses and a bottle rode into the room and were all poured with a honey looking substance. Quickly all the glasses tried to get each person in the room to take hold of them and drink them. Dumbledore rose his glass to me and I took a sip, listening thankfully as he spouted off the name of the drink. The Dursley's were more than reluctant to take their drinks, so the glasses kept trying to get their attention, one rubbing the side of Dudley's head. I repressed a laugh at the sight. Dumbledore himself seemed to be enjoying the sight. "Well, Harry…"
And so began the long and tiring explanation of all the new things that I now owned thanks to the death of his god father, Sirius Black. He was to get number twelve Grimmauld Place and his house elf Kreacher, whom I sent to live at Hogwarts to work in the kitchens since I really didn't want him. Then there was a matter or Buckbeak, whom Sirius had taken off with once he'd escaped from imprisonment. I apparently now owned him, though that didn't last long as I immediately made the choice to send him back to Hagrid's, as he was the original owner and since they would both be much happier there.
"Well, Harry, is your trunk packed?" He smiled up at me with an all knowing look.
"Well actually, sir…" He just continued to smile.
I quickly went back upstairs and started to pack again, taking little less than ten minuets. I went quickly down the stairs once again to find that Dumbledore was still in the living room. I sighed about having to go back in there. I notified the headmaster that I'd been ready. He got up and was ready to leave but turned back to the Dursley's. I watched in amazement as he told them off about everything. About treating me badly and something about mistreating Dudley. He then asked that I be allowed in their house once more before I turned of age, though I wasn't sure I really wanted to go back there now. Though it was only one more year until I turned of age. With a last ado, we were both out into the night. Though, I hadn't realized that I wasn't to be headed straight to the burrow. No, my stuff was sent there but I was headed somewhere completely different.
~``~``~``~ Draco~``~``~``~
I scrunched up my nose as I forced in whatever the hell was on this cracker I was eating. Really the idea of food right now was extremely sickening. Though I had to eat something, my mother would go ballistic if she knew that I wasn't eating. I suppressed a gag as it seemed to wiggle down my throat dryly. It was beginning to once again feel hot. The taste was lingering in my mouth. I could feel a few pairs of eyes on me as I bent over, holding my stomach. Finally I couldn't take it.
I rushed through the crowd and found my way to the nearest restroom. Just as I knelt down it all came up and it brought more with it. My entire body locked and went rigid. When it was all over I leaned against the wall, somehow having thrown my shirt off in the process. I loved the cool feeling of the wall as it pressed against my skin. I couldn't wait until this night was done and over with so I could just go to sleep.
My nose burned with the small amount of gunk that had somehow entered it while I'd just emptied my entire stomach's contents out. I could still feel it in my throat. I stood shakily and wondered over to the sink to wash out my mouth with water, my toothbrush having been upstairs. I shuddered and promised myself that I wouldn't eat anything more that night. I sighed and exited the bathroom, heading back into the crowd. Some of the people I'd passed stopped me to ask if I was alright. I just replied with a curt nod and continued on trying to find my father.
"Draco! There you are." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet Yaxley." I barely caught the evil smile that crossed my father's face as I shook the older man's hand. He was quite scary looking. His brown hair was slicked back and all his teeth were pointed to make him look like a shark. He also had a deep scar on the side of his face. I briefly wondered how he'd gotten it before I decided to bite back my tongue and hold in the question.
The rest of the night dragged by extremely slowly and in the same manner. Finally everyone started to clear out. I said 'good evening' about a thousand times that night. Then it was just Mother, Father and I that stood there. My Mother nodded and left to go start ordering the staff to get the manor cleaned from top to bottom. I gave my father a small bid goodnight. I felt ten times smaller under his gaze. It felt like he knew my secret. My stomach bubbled in disagreement with my nerves as I calmly climbed the stairs to my room.
I plummeted onto the nicely made bed, ruining all the work house elves had put into it. I quickly scrambled to the head board, pulling the loose piece of wood back slowly so it wouldn't make a creaking noise. I quickly found the book I needed and flipped through the pages, thinking of something I'd scanned over before. Then I found it.
Becoming a Veela, Symptoms.
Veela are much defined creatures that go through a specific change. This change can vary between different Veela and can be more harmful than innocent. Sometimes these can leave the once healthy Veela with severe medical problems.
One way to help with easing these symptoms is if the Veela has their mate (see Finding a mate) to help them though this process. Usually being with them or close to them can help heal some of the more serious symptoms and can bring about all around relief. Unfortunately for the Veela who don't have a mate can't use this effect.
The worse thing about this is that once a Veela has made the full change but has not yet submitted to their mate, it can be even more difficult for the mate's abilities to affect the Veela. For example, Mate's can heal a Veela if needed, but the long the Veela takes to be with them the less effective this power will be on the Veela.
I quickly skipped forward a couple chapters, knowing that it would solve the many questions that had risen after reading that.
Becoming a Veela, Finding a mate.
Finding a mate can be one of the most difficult things a Veela will go through or it can be easy and quick (see knowing your mate). The number one goal a Veela should make when their life starts is to find their mate. After that, Veela are only to be there to serve their purpose to their mates. This can be more difficult to understand if you are a half-veela because you have the possibility of mating with someone that isn't a Veela. This can make the Veela feel as though more a slave depending on the Veela. If you are a half-veela's mate, make sure to treat each other as equals.
Once a Veela has found their mate their life can go much smoother than it has before only when they are around their mate. This is why it is important to find the veela's mate immediately. Not doing so will first cause mental illnesses to set in before death comes. On the other hand, it can be worse for a Veela that has found their mate. Once the Veela has found their mate, since they've been around the mate and gotten used to having them around, which can happen in a matter of spending two second together, if split apart for long the Veela will feel suffering beyond great repair and the Veela's mate shall also start to suffer from need to be next to each other (see Veela attraction).
I hurried to another chapter, looking for the information needed.
Becoming a Veela, Knowing your mate.
The reaction a Veela will have to their mate is very knowable. Some Veela have described the feeling of finding your mate for the first time to feel like a happy heart-attack. One Veela describes:
"Your blood boils beneath your skin and your vision goes all fuzzy. You feel as though everything else has stopped around you and gone white, leaving you to see just your mate."
A similar process occurs in the mate. When a Veela and Mate have been destinized, the mate feels their own feelings deep within their body stop for a moment as the unknown sensation takes over them.
Once again I started to flip through the pages, needing to know more about attraction now. I stopped when I reached that chapter, my eyes instantly adjusting themselves to the tiny print on the page.
Becoming a Veela, Veela attraction
The attraction Veela can feel differ between different types of mating.
Two full-veela:
Two full Veela will need constant attention with each other, being apart for more than a few minuets can cause both extreme pain and suffering.
A full-veela and a half-veela:
While this one is extremely rare, the separation of the two can vary differently for each. The half-veela will not feel much pain for being away from the full-veela but the full-veela will need constant contact to stay alive.
Two half-veela:
As this one is only a bit less rare than a full-veela and a half-veela since two half-veela themselves are very rare, there are less studies done on this one. There is assumed that the these veela shall be allowed more separation time from each other but not more than what is lasted a few hours.
Full-veela and a human:
This is quite impossible, as the human shall feel nothing but pain (see difference between two types of Veela)
Human and half-veela:
This is the most lenient mating ability there is. As known, veela are changed to fit their mates' needs. Half-veela that mate with humans are built to withstand longer periods of time away from their mates. Some veela have been known to be separated from their mates for years at a time, only going on the small sounds of their mates' voice.
The only problem is the desire. There is a pull between these two mates. The half-veela shall find themselves always ending up where their mate is and being pulled towards them, somehow knowing where their mate is. It is said that the pull the veela feels can wake you in the night. Some half-veela have been found dangling out their windows unwillingly in the middle of the night because the pull towards their mate is telling them to go to them. (See, Veela laws)
I couldn't stop now. I felt my eyes getting heavy at all of this information being taken in, but I forced them open a bit longer as I turned forward in the book to the next chapter.
Becoming a Veela, Differences between types of Veela
There are many differences between the two types of Veela. The most drastic difference is the fact that they can have certain mates. Half-veela are allowed to mate with any type of mate, where as full-veela must mate with someone with some sort of Veela nature in them. This is sad because some veela have been known to mate to humans and not be able to do anything about it. The reason being is that the Veela can cause the most unbearable pain to the mate, which in turn would injure the veela as well. (See Harming Mates)
Again my fingers flipped through the pages until I'd found the next one I'd heard mentioned.
Becoming a Veela, Veela laws.
Veela have different laws that have been built for them. Because Veela are so defined and complicated the normal human laws have been bent for them, especially half-veela. Since veela have such a strong pull towards their mates, it has been known that some veela even commit murder because of people standing between them and their mate. Of course, Veela are expected to control this urge but it is possible for a veela to completely lose themselves to this pull. It is obvious to tell that a veela has lost control because they shall have no emotion or thoughts at the time, not remembering a thing until their mate has come in contact with them once again.
My fingers turned pages as I once again forced open my drooping eyes and flipped to the next destination, only being able to read a bit more.
Becoming a Veela, harming mates.
Veela and mates have a connection deeper than even twins have together. Some Veela and Mates are so in tuned to each other they can read each other's thoughts, though that only happens after a Veela and mate have made the full decision to each other to spend the rest of their lives together in a marriage bond.
Now, when the mate is harmed, any Veela can tell immediately, sometimes even right before the harm happens they feel a jolt of anxiety. When the Mate is harmed the Veela can feel exactly what the mate is feeling. For example if the mate has been shot or something else deadly, the veela can feel the pain of the bullet or whatever may be going on with their mate.
When a Veela harms their own mate, severe punishment comes from it. The Veela has been said to feel like their splitting in half. Depending on the damaged caused the punishment time the veela gets vary greatly.
When a Veela has made the choice that they have tried not to be with their mate but someone else, not only should that cause great guilt, but the mate will feel the betrayal the instant something happens. It will not harm the mate in any way but it's said to be like the mate was actually their with the veela the entire time. Then the mate is allowed to make the decision to break off from the veela completely. When this happens the mate will no longer be the mate of the veela and the veela will be left be, only their life will cease to exist. They will feel nothing and have no real thoughts other than the ones needed to go about their daily business.
When a Mate is with another person the veela also feel the same feelings the mate will have when the roles are reversed but the difference is that the veela doesn't get the choice to leave their mate. Most veela have been known to commit suicide from not being able to let go of their mates, which in turn would cause the mate great pain. (See suicide)
For the final time that night, my fingers turned the pages and found themselves at the final chapter in the book.
Becoming a Veela, Suicide.
Veela who commit suicide have been known to have been under great pressure. In turn the Veela's mate shall be in full responsibility for their mate's actions. This is why Mates usually must take full reasonability for their veela because no matter what happens, if the veela's death comes in a form of proven suicide, the mate is at fault. The mat shall also feel great depression at their veela's death. Some have been known to feel pain at first because of having strong bonds with their veela.
With that last bit of information I closed the book and tucked it behind the headboard again. I got a glance at the clock before I fell asleep. It had read one A.M. I crashed down against my pillows and hadn't even changed out of my dress robes before I fell into a deep sleep, snoring only slightly.
A/N:
Yes, I realize that Harry's POV was right out of the sixth book (which doesn't belong to me obviously!) but I thought it would play into the later storyline.
Review and let me know how I've done!
