Disclaimer – I will only put this up once. I do not own Harry Potter and company. This is after all FANFICTION dot net. So, it is pretty obvious I didn't make the Harry Potter series, but if I did it wouldn't be for children and there would be a lot of gay boy sex. Mkthanxbai! ;D

Full Summary – Harry Potter is the mate of Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts' first veela in years. Why is Harry in such bad shape? The Order of the Phoenix is not at its best and the war is just around the corner. How will Harry defeat the dark lord in these conditions?

Pairings – (Draco)x(Harry)(Blaise)x(Hermione)(Ron)x(Pansy), & (Sirius)x(Remus)

Warnings - Friendly!Slythreins, Evil!Dumbledore, and boy love.

Rating– Really I honestly don't know. For now M-rated. We all know how Veela fics can go. ;D Bow-chicka-bow-wow.

Author's Note – Well, I told you guys that I would be writing a story. Here it is my pride and joy, for now. This was started way back in like the eighth grade and I just improved it, a lot. I don't know if it really is all that better than before though.

The Red String That Binds

...Chapter One...

Distant Echo of Wild Beasts

Green eyes that resembled giant emeralds looked around the empty train car with fear and anxiety, glittering and glazing over. The eyes shut and were covered with shaking hands. It wasn't just his hands that were shaking for he was shaking all over. You could practically smell the fear coming off him in waves. Messy black locks covered the shaking hands as the boy tilted forwards and his frail small body only increased its shaking.

He felt a cold grip that surrounded his heart and he was confused as to why. The pain was trying to swallow him whole. Things were looking grim when it came to the life of Harry Potter, again. He just decided he was the unluckiest person in the wizarding and muggle world.

A red headed boy decided at that moment to slide open the door with a sudden smack. His best mate had to be in this boxcar of the train, it was the last one, if not where else could he be? The sound made the boy in question whimper and fall off his seat he was leaning forward in and curl up into fetal position on the floor. A girl with brown curls to the middle of her back ran pass the boy with red hair.

"Did you find him Ro-" She stopped mid sentence at the sight of the cowering black haired boy.

"Harry!" She was at his side before the red head could even react to the sight of his friend who was obviously in a lot of pain. Harry was in pain and he just wanted everything to stop moving so much. To him everything was spinning and he was starting to feel sick to his stomach. The girl's brown eyes were full of worry and her brown curls bounced with her sudden movements of looking back and forth between the black and red haired boys. He settled her full attention on Harry as Ron moved slowly to stand over the two on the floor of the boxcar room.

"Is it your scar?" She asked frantically in a low voice to the fetal positioned teen. Here they were not even at school yet and this year's problem was already showing its ugly face. Could life just give the poor boy a break once in a while? Harry gave a little whimper and choked back a no. Didn't think so.

"Hermione, what is wrong with him?" The girl sighed and looked at her clueless boyfriend.

"I don't know Ron. If it isn't his scar what could it be?" Ron frowned and looked helpless and angry. He hated being helpless, especially if it had anything to do with one Harold Potter.

"Please don't yell…" Hermione and Ron looked in farther concern at their friend.

"But Harry, we aren't yelling." The small body started to shake more violently and the held back tears won as Harry started crying. Hermione watched the heartbreaking scene of tears rolling down the blotchy pale cheeks. Now, this was odd because Harry never cried when people were around. It was an unspoken promise to him self, that he had made before he knew he was a wizard. All the same, he was crying freely at the moment. This pain made the pain of his scar in the past seem like a pleasure cruise.

"'Mione?" Came from the crumpled form of Harry.

"Harry, what's going on?" She tried to rub his back in a smoothing motion, but as soon as she touched him he screamed and shrank away from her touch. Terrified by the reaction she got from him, she jumped back and fell away from Harry. Ron shifted from foot to foot and held out a hand for Hermione to take to help her up. Hermione stood up and stood at her boyfriend's side for comfort as they both watched their best friend for clues on what to do.

The witch's brain was working in over drive to figure out what was wrong. It wasn't his scar? Was it something to do with his aunt and uncle? This seemed too great of pain to have been caused by Harry's stupid family. Did he somehow hurt himself, maybe with a spell or something? Hermione knew that he had, in the past, had some rather questionable injuries that he would talk about that she just knew had to have been caused by himself.

"I don't understand what is wrong. Harry?" She was tearing up and her jaw was clinched shut to stop her self from crying. It was unjust for this much pain to be forced on one boy. He was only sixteen! What if he was hurting himself for the past things that hurt him? She was just getting her self more worked up. Ron and Hermione had been worried about him all summer long. They had sent him letters but not received any back. They had told the order but they said that Harry was fine and not to worry and that they had a tight watch over him.

Now, Harry was in so much pain that if anyone touched him he would scream. Tight watch? It didn't look like it now. Hermione berated her self for listening to the bunch of idiots that told her that Harry was quite all right. She should have listened to her instincts. How did this happen? Had the order really lied to them? Hermione, gaining her senses back, turned around and started walking out of the boxcar and tagged Ron with her.

"What are you doing? We have to stay with Harry! Something is wrong!" Ron started to yell. Obviously confused.

"We can't even touch him Ron. What are we going to do, stare at him and hope for the best?" Hermione frowned and started looking around with the intensity of a mother lion on the prowl for creatures that dared to have hurt her cubs. She opened a door with great force dragging a trying to keep up Ron behind her. Everything came to a halt before Ron could reply or stop himself from colliding into Hermione's back. He straightened up and stood back from her, but then Pansy Parkinson slammed into Hermione whose back then hit Ron's chest and all three fell to the floor. Pansy was panting and her black eyes glared at the two Gryffindor. She didn't have time for the lions at the moment!

"Watch where the hell you are going!" She pushed herself up and ran a hand threw her straight black hair that stopped a little past her shoulders. She had a frown on her wine red lips that stood out from her deathly pale skin.

"Well, it would help if you took your own advice!" Hermione yelled back. She was starting to feel the panic rise in her chest again. Harry had something wrong with him and Pansy was going to try to fight with her?

Oh hell no.

"Hermione calm down fighting with her won't help Harry." Taking a few calming breaths she nodded her head at Ron. He was right, for a change, it was ironic that he was the voice of reason seeing how she was usually the one telling him to calm down.

"I know, I'm just worried about Harry. We have to go find someone to help us." Pansy perked up on this note, Harry was ill? Ron frowned when he saw that she seemed to want to know more about Harry's condition. Hermione stood up when Ron stuck out his hand for her to grab to help her up from the floor after he himself had gotten up. Hermione was a little taller then Pansy so she took a step towards the amused girl so that she had to look down to meet eye to eye.

"What is that look for?" Pansy merrily stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest in a calm manner.

"What is wrong with Potter?" Her voice seemed off handed and not really caring in the slightest. Ron then started to get antsy. Why would any friend of Malfoy be wondering about Harry's health? Hermione was on the same line of thought.

"I really don't think it is any business of yours." Hermione then put her nose in the air and crossed her own arms over her chest. Ron stood with a frown on his face and his shoulders slumped.

"I think it is, if it has to do with why my dear Draco is…sick himself." She glared at the know-it-all in front of her.

"Malfoy is sick, too?" Ron asked lamely, he clearly didn't catch the pause in her sentence. Pansy nodded slowly amazed that even with her slip up the Gryffindor still didn't catch on to that fact wasn't completely true. She however felt she should clear things up a bit because she could tell the girl Gryffindor was about to start firing off questions.

"Well, I don't know how to describe it but as an illness. I don't have to tell you anything other than that. Tell me what is wrong with Harry." The Slytherin girl narrowed her eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron was practically growling at the girl. Why did she think they would follow an order from her?

"Why should we tell you when you were so vague to us?" Ron stayed calm and collected.

"I might be able to help him." Pansy didn't look like she thought Ron was capable of being calm or collected, let alone be both at the same time.

"Why would you do that and how?" Hermione asked with an amused raised eyebrow. The other girl's answer should be good, she thought.

"I have my wa-" Before Pansy could finish her sentence a loud slam and heavy panting came from behind her. Draco Malfoy could be seen breaking away from three pairs of arms that were holding him back and falling to the floor to crawl animalisticly from a compartment with storming gray eyes that flashed a kind of metallic blue in certain lights. Pansy gasped and ran to his side only to be pushed out of the away of wherever Draco was crawling to, her back hitting a wall hard. He looked above and beyond pissed.

"I. Mine. Mate. NOW. Mine. Mine. Mine." Draco didn't look like himself at all. He wasn't his usual pristine clean cut and standing tall self and Hermione pointed out fangs and pointed ears to Ron. Ron's jaw was wide open. The two Gryffindor said simultaneously, "A veela?"

The two were really worried now. Hermione was going threw the lists of books in her mind and opening each one, running threw hundreds of pages per second, thanks to her photographic memory. Ron was staring blankly as Pansy tried to get near her best friend only to be pushed away again and again. Honestly it looked very painful, the way her back hit the wall each time. Ron was starting to think her spine was going to break the next time she hit the wall of the train.

Draco sniffed at the air and started for the back of the train, the wild look in his eyes ever present. The shirt he was wearing was getting tighter as two lumps on his back started to grow and ripped the shirt open as two great emerald and black feathered wings tore out of the pale teens back in one fluid and painful moment.

"Great goddess above-" Hermione stood stock-still as her brain came to a sudden stop.

"I think the genius gets why I think I can help with your problem." Pansy frowned as she winced while rubbing at her abused back. She was going to have multiple bruises and she was so going to give him an earful when he was back to his normal frame of mind. She watched as her best friend crawled around on the ground like an animal searching for food, giant wings spread above him as he did so. He was looking more feral then he had when they forced him on the train with the help of their wands.

"Harry couldn't be-" Hermione was still in shock.

"He couldn't be what Hermione?" Ron had a confused look on his face. He didn't put things together to quickly. Pansy rolled her eyes at him.

"Harry might be Draco's mate you thick headed mule!" Pansy yelled in frustration. Ron tried to argue with her before he remembered what she said and blanched. Harry? His best friend? Harry? No, No, No, No! There was no way! He snorted. Harry wasn't even gay…right?

He never really was with any girls (Cho didn't count).

"Yeah, right. You don't think Hermione-?" He looked at his other best friend and girlfriend with concerned eyes. Hermione just stood still and shook her head yes. Harry had told her about two years ago that he was gay. It wasn't that shocking to her in that category but Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? The boy that he had been fighting with since first year Malfoy?

"Harry is showing signs of being his mate." Ron looked like someone killed his new puppy. Hermione just looked put out. All the fast thinking had given her a headache.

"All we can do is follow Draco and see where he goes. He feels his mate's pain. That is why he is so out of it and going a bit crazy." The three followed the blonde at a fair distance. He stopped in front of the door that Harry was behind.

When he tried to open the door it wouldn't move. This just made his panic and anger rise. He growled and his hair seemed to be standing on end with the held in anger and his wings fluttered and flapped wildly. He flicked his wrist at the door sharply and it flew open, almost ripping it off its hinges with the raw wandless magic. After a moment it really did fall off the hinges in a delayed reaction to the rough treatment from the irate male veela.

Draco pulled himself into the room and crawled to Harry, who was still curled up in fetal position and was shivering from the pulsing pain that went through his body, but appeared to have fallen asleep. He sniffed around Harry and leaned over his body and closed in on Harry's forehead where his famous scar was. He rubbed his nose over it slowly and his whole body slumped over beside Harry's, his wings sagged down to the floor of the boxcar compartment. His eyes fluttered closed and when he opened them they were their normal steel-silver color. His eyes were sad and lonely as they stared straight in front of him. He watched Harry's face as it contorted in pain and agony.

"Potter." He knew that others were now in the room and felt intense protectiveness from his inner veela. Turning around he faced Pansy, Hermione, and Ron. He snorted out hot air like a mad bull. He was more looking at Ron than bothering with the females in the room. It appeared that the frantic feral look was gone but Draco was still not his normal self.

"Shit, Ron he sees you as a threat. You may want to get out of his vision." Hermione nodded her head at Pansy and dragged a protesting Ron away from the doorway. He didn't want to leave Harry alone with two Slytherin that hated Harry. If harm came to him…

In the room, Pansy smiled at Draco and nodded her head to him. He recognized her as his friend so he gave her a fanged smile and growled at her dismissively. She bowed her head to him submissively and left Draco with his sleeping mate. Closing the door after herself, she leaned on the door and let out a heavy sigh.

So, it really was Potter, she thought.

Hermione and Ron peeked around the corner at Pansy and she nodded that they could come over again. Pansy looked tired and Ron felt a little bit of sympathy for her. He buried the sympathy for the Slytherin in disgust and pulled Hermione closer to himself. Pansy made a sniffling noise and that brought Hermione back from her thoughts about Harry and Draco. Despite the fact the Slytherin had never been that kind to her she was a caring person by nature, so she couldn't stop herself from pulling away from Ron and leaning against the door next to Pansy.

"Why are you crying?" Pansy shook her head from side to side and wiped her eyes clean of the salty water coming from her eyes. It wasn't proper to cry in public, but at the moment she really didn't care.

"He just scared me. I knew about him being a veela but I didn't think that he would find his mate so soon or have to for that matter. He was going absolutely crazy." Hermione nodded and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't feel completely comfortable with leaving Draco in the room alone with Harry.

"I don't know if it is anywhere near the truth but are you in love with Malfoy?" Pansy laughed at Hermione. She whipped the new tears away and smiled at Hermione.

"I sure do love him, but in a sisterly or motherly way. I'm always mothering my Draco." Hermione could relate. People asked before she and Ron were going out if she and Harry were dating. She had a relationship with Harry like Pansy had with Draco. She was starting to see that Pansy wasn't really all that bad. Sure she was a Slytherin but Hermione wasn't stupid enough to think that just based on that fact alone someone could be completely bad.

Thinking back to another Slytherin, that more or less showed her that not all Slytherin's were bad, she wondered where Blaise was. They had been partners for numerous class projects because they always seemed to have the same classes. Blaise was like herself in the fact that he read a lot and was, to most people's surprise, extremely smart. Unlike Hermione he didn't get noticed for it like she did.

"Where are the other Slytherins in your group?" Pansy frowned for a minute before perking up.

"Oh, you mean Blaise, Greg, and Vince?" Hermione nodded. Ron perked up at the question, because he had been wondering something along the same lines.

"Oh, I'm sure they are all around here somewhere. They were supposed to be watching Draco, while I was gone. I guess Draco was too strong for them in his will to get to Harry. Ever since Draco came into his veela powers he has gotten not only stronger in magic but also physically." Hermione came to a conclusion when Pansy was done explaining.

"Let's make a truce Pansy. I don't know about you, but I don't think there ever was a reason for us not to get along, other then us being in rival houses. To me that is childish, plus I'd say we will be spending a lot of time together, due to the fact Harry is Draco's mate." Pansy seemed to think for a moment before nodding with a smile. Ron didn't seem to be apposed to the idea and Hermione was glad he was being very adult about the situation.

"I was just mean to you to keep up appearances. I never was one of the hard core muggle haters. Draco isn't either. He has to put on an act for his father and from what I've seen Blaise isn't apposed to muggles either. One time I saw Blaise-" Just then an apricot colored hand covered her mouth.

"I think that is a good place to stop for now, Pansy, dear." Blaise's rich Italian accented voice rang threw the hall of the train. Hermione nearly fell over in surprise. He had gotten much taller since last year. He must be over six foot now, she thought.

"Hello Blaise." She smiled at him.

"Hey 'Mione." Ron frowned at the handsome Italian. He had every right to be jealous because Blaise was every bit the tall dark and handsome Prince from those fairytale books with his wealth and strong Zabini family background. Pansy shoved his hand off of her mouth. She gave him a glare before a kiss on the cheek and then turned back to Hermione.

"Now that we have a truce I'll have a girl to talk to. It gets a little tiring only having guy friends. Now that I think about it, you've had only guy friends as well." Hermione nodded. They both gave knowing looks and sighed together before laughing together. As the two laughed together Blaise and Ron didn't talk to each other. Blaise was looking at the door with enough intensity to burn a hole through it.

"Potter is his mate." He was making a statement but Ron answered anyway.

"Yeah and he kicked us all out of the room." Blaise nodded his head to the shorter boy.

"I completely understand why. He has finally found his mate and Harry must have been in some unstable condition for Draco to go off the deep end like he did and seeing other people around him while his mate is unstable makes him think that they are a threat. He probably thinks you're going to steal his mate away from him." Ron hadn't thought of it like that. He turned away from the group and put a hand to his head. Too many things were happening all at once. Draco and Harry were mates, Pansy is now a friend, Blaise is a friend apparently too, and he thought Blaise and Hermione were a little to close to have just started being friends. He knew they were on friendly terms but he didn't know they were in fact actual friends.

"I wonder what is going on in there…" Hermione pondered out loud.

Inside of the said room things were tense. With Harry asleep Draco had time to think about what was going on and calm down without anyone around to activate his veela rage. He was now able to notice just who his mate's identity was. Harry Potter. He slumped forward shadowing his eyes with his blonde locks. His enemy had him in the most vulnerable position. He would die if Harry decided that he wasn't good enough to be his mate. He couldn't hate him either way. His heart had made the decision for him.

He had always known he was gay. He never really disliked Harry. He had been the one to offer his hand in friendship at first and be turned down. Then again he would have turned himself down if he had asked himself the way he did. He was a great prick when he asked Harry because his father was near and he had to act how his father wanted him to or it would mean great pain for him.

His family was a complete joke. His mother was as vain as her name suggested and his father was a bastard that licked the bottom of Voldemort's boots. His childhood had consisted of an empty room and him sitting in the middle with books surrounding him. He had to be the smart, cool, calm, and collected Malfoy that his father expected him to be, even at three years of age. He smiled at the thought of himself all those years ago. He really had grown into a prick but in his fourth year he had wizened up and decided he was going to completely disobey his death eater father, just without him knowing he was. He was now going to be a seventh year student and he had perfected the ways of defying his father without being detected by pretty much anyone but his close Slytherin friends that were more than happy to be defiant with him.

He looked down at Harry.

He probably knew that Harry was his mate all along. He just subconsciously locked the information away from himself. All to protect himself from his father's hate and his father's master. Things just added up to ways to separate himself from Harry. He got back to his knees in front of his mate and as his wings rose back up from the floor they retracted back into his back and left only two vague white scars on the skin of his back as he brushed the bangs from in front of Harry's sleeping eyes away. He looked at peace now. The pain was gone from his face and now only pure exhaustion still lingered.

Dark circles covered the eyes of the smaller boy. He leaned in, took off the wire-framed glass, and kissed Harry's eyes.

It was as if he had always been with Harry. He smiled at him. He wanted to be with him. He felt his heart beat harder at the thought of rejection. The hope in him that Harry would feel as strongly for him as he felt for him was strong enough to keep him from falling into depression before Harry actually told him of his decision on whither to accept or decline the mating bond that was between them. He stood from the floor and picked up his mate from the floor and sat on the seat and set Harry beside him and cuddled him to his chest, letting him rest more comfortably against his own chest. He smiled at the fragile boy in his arms. He leaned down and kissed the top of his head. A knock came from the door, he knew it was Pansy and his thoughts were confirmed from the questioning voice came from behind the door.

"Draco, dear do you think we could come in now?" He looked down at Harry and thought it over for a few minutes before he answered. He was sure that his veela would be contented with his mate in his arms for now. So he looked back up at the door and answered.

"Sure. Come in."