My life mate: Chapter 1 - Changes changes changes

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. *sniff* I wish I did...

Boys kissing boys. Don't like it, don't read it. You've been warned.

My first fanfic, hope you enjoy and review.

Harry woke up in the middle of the night. The room was quiet but he could feel that something wasn't right and he couldn't understand what had waked him up. He took a look at his watch. It was midnight, which meant that he was now seventeen.

"Happy birthday Harry" he muttered to himself and went back to sleep, choosing to ignore the tense atmosphere in the room.

The next morning Harry awoke to Uncle Vernon yelling his name. He groaned and stretched on the bed before standing and making his way to the bathroom, ignoring his uncle.

"Boy! I'm calling for you, you little freak" Vernon stomped to the boy's room and then to the bathroom, barging in without a care. Harry was brushing his teeth, not aware of his surroundings.

"Boy, how impolite can you get? Didn't you hear me calling for you? What are you still doing in the bathroom at this hour?" Uncle Vernon yelled. Harry turned his head, and his Uncle could do nothing but stare. "Who are you?" he asked shocked.

Harry opened his eyes wide. What was he talking about?

"It's me Uncle Vernon what are you talking about?" Harry said and then clasped his hand over his mouth. Was that really his voice? He didn't remember having such a deep voice. He looked at his Uncle who was still staring at him.

"What is this? More of your freakish nonsense? I thought you couldn't do anything outside of that disgusting school of yours?" Vernon spat with disgust.

Harry looked at him as if he had lost his mind, and turning he regarded himself in the mirror with disbelief.

Was that really him? His reflection showed hair that was long and silky, eyes that seemed even greener than before, and a well defined, but not girlish face. Harry couldn't believe it, what happened? Panicked he ran to his room and closed his door, leaving behind him a very confused Vernon. Harry was distressed and tired, seriously tired. He sighed and collapsed upon his bed. He would think about all this later, not now. And just like that he went back to sleeping.

When Harry woke again, the first thing he noted was that the roof was whiter than the one he used to wake up to. The second, was that there was a hand holding his own very tight.

"You've finally woken up Harry" said a voice Harry was sure he knew. If only his mind wasn't so foggy, but he was too tired. He had to sleep. With that thought, Harry was lost to the world again.

The same thing happened again and again, with Harry slipping in and out of consciousness many times, before he became more aware. The ceiling was still the same white as before, and now that he was more aware, Harry realized he wasn't in his room at all.

"Harry, my boy you're finally awake" Poppy said "We were starting to get worried." The raven turned to look at her with sleep hazed eyes. "Hello my boy."

"Hello, where am I?" Harry responded wearily, his voice raw with sleep.

"You are at Hogwarts my boy. We had to take you from that house." Poppy said gently

"At Hogwarts? But what happened? I mean, I was sleeping and now I am here and -" Harry started now completly awake

"Don't panic my boy, everything will be alright." She whispered soothingly, calming the boy down. Once Harry had calmed down, she took out her wand and pointed it at him.

"Alright, I'm just going to do a quick check. So hold still." she said as she waved her wand checking for any abnormalities while Harry tried to collect his scattered memory. He could remember waking up in his room at the Dursley's and going to the bathroom sullenly...but then uncle Vernon had come in, and was asking who he was...but then...his voice! Harry raised a hand to his throat. His voice hadn't been the same. His face too. He had been another person. Did he dream it all? But then why was he at Hogwarts? Somehow, it felt like he had slept a life time. His musings were interupted as the mediwitch came to an halt.

"Ok Harry, I'm finished. I can tell you that everything is how it should be. I'll bring you something to eat in a moment, just let me call the Headmaster and I'll be right back"

Just like that Harry was left alone in the infirmary room, his thoughts in a mad race trying to figure out what was happening. The boy who lived was afraid to touch his own face. Had it changed or had he only dreamed it?

The Headmaster chose that moment to enter the room and Harry was hard pressed not to sneer at the old man. He lowered his head glaring at the bed covers. After he had defeated the dark lord he had thought that he would finally be able to live with his godfather and Remus, but the Headmaster had said that his godfather was too mentally unstable after Askaban, and that since Remus was a werewolf it would do no good for him to stay with them. Harry had been so angry! Dumdledore knew that Sirius was perfectly sane, and that Remus was taking the wolfsbane potion. But he had still sent him back to his relatives, saying that it was for the best, even though Dumbledore knew they abused him. Sometimes he wondered if the Headmaster had allowed Sirius to be accused to have custody of him... Ok, now he was being paranoid.

"Hello my boy" said the cheerful Headmaster his eyes twinkling. "How do you feel?"

"I am fine sir." The Headmaster nodded even though Harry wasn't looking at him.

"Good, good. You should eat first and then we'll explain what has happened to you to the best of our knowledge." he said in his grandfatherly tone

That worried Harry. The Headmaster prided himself for his knowledge. What could have happened to make the Headmaster loose his mighty confidence? After the first bite Harry realized that he was really hungry, so putting his thoughts aside he ate...and ate...and ate until sated. With a satisfied sigh he turned back to face the Headmaster, still avoiding his eyes.

"So, what's happened to me?"

The Headmaster nodded and sat down next to the raven's bed. "First of all, I would like you to look in the mirror."

At that moment, Harry knew it hadn't been a dream. Dreading what he was about to see, he made his way to the mirror Mrs Pomfrey was holding out. What he saw there was different from what he could remember from the bathroom. His face was even more changed. Harry found himself falling for his reflection. Merlin, he hoped he wasn't turning narcissistic. His eyes were such a deep green and yet they seemed to shine. He had paled considerably but not in a sickly way. On the contrary his skin was bright and healthy. The boy-who-lived couldn't help but touch his face in awe. If he wasn't mistaken, he had grown some more too.

"It feels like I'm looking at someone else." Harry said still gawking at his likeness in the mirror.

"Well, you'll get used to it my boy, since this is how you will look from now on." the Headmaster said lightly

"What do you mean Headmaster?" The boy said, finally turning from the mirror.

"Well my boy, as I said we will try to answer to the best of our ability. After what happened to you, we consulted your family tree. It seems that veelas, draconians and even dragons married into your family." Dumbledore stated as though the thought of having dragons marrying humans was quite common.

"And what does that have to do with me sir?"

"I had Poppy take some of your blood in order to do the heraditatis potionand it seems that, you my boy have come into inheritance of the three magical creatures. You have a mix of their genes, a being which is both vela, draconian and dragon. Something that has never happened before." A tense silence met the Headmaster's statement. And it took Harry sometime to assimilate the information.

"Sir, do you mean to tell me that I am a veela, a draconian, and a dragon?" he asked his voice barely a whisper

"Yes my boy. There was a time when people experimented on dragon's blood in order to possess their power, the Potters might have been part of those people and had sowehow succeeded. Normally, the veela blood anihilates other magical creatures' blood, but since you have dragon's blood we can assume that it has the power to block that specific caracteristic of veela blood. I know it is unbelievable but that is who you are. You are some sort of hybrid, and as such, we don't know which characteristic you have inherited from each magical creature, so I cannot really tell you what to expect. You will have to be cautious of everything around you from now on. I hope what I say is clear." The Headmaster explained in a graver tone

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now the school year will be starting in three days, so until your friends come, you should try and organize your thoughts."after that the man stood up and turned intent on leaving

"Three days? How long have I slept sir?" Harry asked making Dumbledore turn and look at him

"For a month or so my boy, we think that it is because your body was trying to cope with the changes it had gone through without causing you harm. Now we will go and let you have some rest. When you feel alright, you can go to your dorm room."

"Yes sir."

Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey left the room, leaving behind a very distressed Harry. Once again troubles were coming his way. Harry sighed and went back to sleep. That night he dreamt of a little blue dragon protecting him with its wings.

to be continued