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Readers Note: This is being reposted. It was formerly named 'Virga Genus' but I checked my latin and well. . . All problems have been fixed by my beta reader EVENING FAERIE, the wonderful! I hope you enjoy! __________________________________________________________________
"Verto Genus!"
The clear and enraged voice of Harry Potter rang out through the empty halls of Hogwarts, a dazzling display of lights shooting towards his opponent.
Neither he nor Draco Malfoy, curled on the floor screaming in agony, knew what the curse was, what it would do or even if Draco would live. But before Harry had a chance to figure that out, he found himself pulled back by his hood and thrown down the hall by the looming figure of Professor Snape, with his piercing gaze so completely filled with hate it almost made the 17 year old boy yelp in fear. That look could make him feel 11 years old again.
He reminded himself this man had no power over him. It was a mistake. They would never get him in any real trouble. They couldn't afford to loose him. He was, after all, the murderer they loved to hate. Either that or the victim they loved to pity, which wasn't an option he liked to think about. Better murderer then murdered.
"Go to the Headmasters office now! I will meet you there after I take Draco to Madam Pomfrey. You'll be lucky to escape Azkaban for this, Potter."
Melodramatic surely? Harry knew they would never send him away. Dumbledore certainly would protect him with his life. The end of Harry Potter would mean the end of the wizarding world. Or perhaps more accurately, the end of the muggle world. They NEEDED him to do their dirty work.
That thought was, for once, comforting as he made his way to Dumbledores' office. Contemplating to himself as to where that curse had come from and why he hadn't taken Latin. Hermoine was right. The only way to know what every possible spell an opponent could throw at you was to speak the language of the gods. The language of wizards. What ever those words were, and what ever they did to Malfoy, would not be a mystery had he just taken that class!
With a mumbled password and an only slightly guilty feeling, Harry made his way up the spiral stairs. Draco and he were the only people staying at Hogwarts during the holidays. The Dursleys had had enough, and thanks to Harry, the Malfoys were locked away. They were orphans, in a sense. Harry had Dumbledore there for him and Draco had Snape. But without any other company, duels were an inevitable occurrence. And now, in the last week of holidays, another one couldn't really be all that bad. The students would be back tomorrow. Draco had called Hermoine a mudblood whore, it was nothing new. For two years now, the boys had lived at Hogwarts full time. This was becoming a weekly ritual. As were Snape's overreactions to anything that befell his precious Malfoy.
Dumbledore was sitting pensively at his desk, going through some unknown papers. Harry had once asked what paperwork kept the Headmaster so busy and was presented with a 'join the dots' of a puppy in a bow tie. It was much easier to respect the man when you thought he was doing something important. So, Harry shifted into denial and waited for Dumbledore to come to a break in his 'important' work before speaking.
The wait was not too long and but a few minutes passed before the old man's head rose to twinkle at Harry like a grandfather would. Or an overly polished Grandfather clock.
"Surely not another duel with Mr. Malfoy? As wards of the school, you are technically brothers. Can you not find any common ground? Hmmm?"
"I'm sorry, sir. He called Hermoine a bad name. A REALLY bad name. Not the usual one. There were extra bits. I just. he deserved it."
The Headmaster gave him a pointed look over his glasses and Harry lowered his head in shame. Well, in mock shame. There wasn't a force on earth that could make him feel bad about cursing Malfoy, but disobeying the Headmaster was a separate thing. At least it was in his head. The two did tend to go together, but that was only because Dumbledore insisted on asking him NOT to curse the blond. Harry couldn't help thinking that if the headmaster really wanted him to obey, he should stop making that part of the rules. A truly Griffindoor thought, if he'd ever had one.
"Where is he? Severus didn't catch you again did he? You know, Harry, I spend hours listening to him vent when you hurt his godson. He is rather protective over Draco. Couldn't you just not curse him for me? To save an old man's head from aching?"
But god, the man was good. Harry had to wonder, like thousands before him, if there was a secret school to learn that kind of manipulation. If the Headmaster were a graduate it would explain a lot. He would have to remember also, to ask him which house he was in, at school. Somehow every time Harry asked, he would leave toughly amused and satisfied until 3 am the next morning when a sleepy and dreaming mind would realise Dumbledore had not, in fact, answered the question.
"Professor Snape took him to the hospital wing. I don't know why though. I don't know what I did. I didn't even know the curse, and I still don't."
Dumbledore seemed genuinely stunned by this confession. The Malfoy boy could look after himself generally, and very few hospital trips were made, given the amount of duelling the boys were wont to do. Not only that, but, how could Harry have cast a curse without knowing what it was? The whole idea was utterly baffling. A spell is not a random thing, there are specific wand movements for each incantation, which are much too hard to fluke.
"Do you know what you said, Harry?"
"Umm, I think 'Versus Gerorum'? Or something like that. The first word started with a 'V' and the second with a 'G'. It may have hurt him, I suppose. He was doubled up screaming on the floor. . ."
Harry mumbled the last part, hoping that the Headmaster would not hear nor ask him to repeat it. That way he would still have told the truth.
All hopes of worming out of any immediate trouble were banished when Snape burst in the room with a murderous expression and stormed straight past Harry to Dumbledore's desk.
"You have to get rid of that menace! HE cast a highly complex and dangerous DARK Arts curse on my student! ON MY GODSON!"
Harry was stunned into silence, indignation coursing through his veins. He did not! He didn't even know any Dark Arts curses! How could he have cast something he doesn't even know!
Before Harry had a chance to voice his objection Snape was ranting again.
"I'm telling you Headmaster, he is a risk to the entire school! He refuses to cooperate in his Occlumency lessons and now has an open access pass into the Dark Lord's brain. He can use him like a 'dangerous and illegal curses' filing cabinet. And for what? NAME CALLING?!?! How do you expect he will react when the school fills up? His temper will get someone killed!"
While Dumbledore tried to placate Snape, Harrys' head was spinning in dread. What had he done? While his hatred for the blond was most definitely real, he had become somewhat of a familiar presence. Taking Draco out of his life was a disturbance. A change. And however pleasant it may be it was still one he wasn't ready to submit to.
A second thought hit him too. He had access to Voldermort's brain? Whatever kind of sick spells would be locked away in that mad mans head he know were sure to be terrible! How could he disagree with his fuming professor? After all, he had not cursed Draco intentionally. He still had no idea what he had done! But it was done none the less.
A deafening silence shattered Harrys' thoughts and he looked up into the expectant eyes of his mentor. Snape scowled in his peripheral, arms crossed defensively, waiting to rebuttal to any of the boy's responses.
"I'm sorry? What?"
Harry looked up to Professor Dumbledore for the question he missed.
"Harry you have no idea what you did to young Draco?"
"No."
A sigh escaped the old man before he continued.
"It's called Verto Genus. It will have a particular effect on Mr. Malfoy because of his blood. Are you aware of what the Malfoys are?"
"Purebloods?"
Snape sneered down at what he felt to be an utterly ridicules response to an equally inane question. Luckily for Harry Dumbledore continued before Snape could comment.
"No, Harry. They are Veelas. Do you know what Veelas are?"
Unable to stand still a moment longer Professor Snape exploded.
"WOULD you stop coddling him?!? Of course he knows what Veelas are! He has been studying Defence Against the Dark Arts in this school for 6 years! If there is a single student who doesn't know what the hell a Veela is, it's because of your incompetence when choosing your staff members! He does NOT need you to baby him! He NEEDS to be taught a bloody lesson!"
The Headmaster merely smiled at the enraged man. Both the smiling and explosions from Snape were an entirely too common occurrence. While absently picking a lemon drop from the bowl on his desk, Dumbledore answered in curiosity,
"I can't be that bad at hiring surely? Although some do seem to disagree with me. Werewolves and Aurors and Death Eaters. certainly most of those people would find that no one else would hire them."
Snape went back to standing defensively, arms crossed high and protectively over his chest. For Dumbledore, that was as close as it got to an open threat. Harry decided to break in on what seemed to be an ongoing argument.
"The creatures from the world cup? And that Fleur girl? From the Triwizard Tournament? Are you sure, sir? It's just. I've never felt the urge to throw myself at either Draco or Lucius. They're probably two of the most repulsive people I know."
Harry then turned his head to Snape, looking him in eye.
"I'd go so far as to say they are the second and third most repulsive people I know. Do you want to know who gets the number one place, Professor? You'd never guess."
Dumbledore tisked at Harry and reprimanded him in the very diplomatic and grandfatherly manner he was known for.
"Now, Harry. Do as I say, not as I do. Professor Snape is your superior and my employee. There are vast differences in the way we may each react to him. now, enough of talking about Severus as if he is not standing here fuming at us! What do you know about Veela men?"
The first thing Harry was going to say stopped in his throat when he realised that it was in fact all about the women. No one had ever really mentioned Veela men before. He would even go so far as to say they did not exist.
"Nothing, Sir."
A snort and pointed look from Snape was ignored by the Headmaster as he continued.
"Well. That is most likely because there is nothing to tell. They are physically stronger then human men, but have a rather interesting distaste of using that strength, so much that many believe it to be a myth. The most stunning thing about a Veela male is, in fact, that there is nothing stunning about them at all. Unlike their female counterparts, Veela men display no magnetic pull, no wings, no beak and no magical powers beyond that of a wizard.
A pause for a breath and the old man was talking again. Harry was almost certain he was trying to explain everything before Snape could cut in with his unwavering temper.
"Now, do you know what Verto means? That was the first word to your curse. No? It means change. I'm sure you can guess what Genus means. But I will tell you that Miss Malfoy will be experiencing all of the problems typically shown in a Veela woman, and will find it no doubt annoying, confusing and most definitely dangerous. You do understand what I'm saying Harry? Genus means Gender. You have turned Draco into a Girl using a very powerful, and to my knowledge, irreversible Dark Arts spell you could not have possibly known."
Frozen in a mix of relief and shock, Harry gave a little smile to himself. Snape clearly found that to be an inappropriate response because Harry was lifted a good foot into the air by the front of his robes before his body had completely relaxed. It wasn't meant to be a gloating smile, he was actually relieved that Draco wasn't dead. Although Harry felt Snape would not believe this explanation.
Snape's scowling face focused on him as he, yet again, displayed his lack of self-control.
"You think this is funny, do you? I have the perfect punishment for him. If you'll just let me take him down to the dungeons, I would be more then happy to perform a castration. No doubt his bits would be nice in a jar full of embalming fluid!"
A pallid and suddenly sweating Potter looked frantically to the Headmaster for confirmation that permission would not be granted. He rather liked his bits were they were.
"Severus, do put him down. You know very well I will let you do no such thing. Two wrongs do not make a right."
Snape cut in, still staring at Harry like a potion ingredient begging to be dissected.
"No, but they make a very happy Potions master!"
The Headmaster continued, unperturbed,
". and I have a punishment for Harry, which is a right rather then a wrong. NOT surgical removal. I assure you it will last for as long as Mr. Malfoy finds himself changed. Even if that is forever."
Snape dropped the boy into an unceremonious heap and turned to the Headmaster once more, a gasping and only somewhat relieved Potter at his feet forgotten with the promise of punishment.
A raised and questioning eyebrow from Snape prompted the Headmaster to continue,
"Draco will need a new name. He, or she rather, will need to be moved and will need to be given a bodyguard. The rest of the school cannot find out, so we will make up something about Durmstrang and a sister staying here in his place. Harry should make a suitable guard. He has already shown skill in defending others, and it is after all his fault that Miss Malfoy will need defending. Should she be changed forever Harry will be forever in her service, as you well know Severus. And if it is pain you want, I'm sure Draco will enjoy getting to bite Mr. Potter as much as you would enjoy a good castration?"
To much information to quickly and Harry's head was spinning. He had to ask,
"Protection from what?"
Dumbledore smiled down at him in a rather sad manner. Only a little congratulations placed in that smile for returning to the land of the articulate.
"This is a school, Harry. A school filled with hormonal boys, no less. Draco's honour will need to be guarded."
A snort came from Snape again and slightly amused black eyes turned to Harry. A sarcastic drawl falling from his lips,
"You will forgive him. He's a hundred years old after all. What he means is those hormone-filled delinquents will be returning tomorrow and many will find a beautiful blond with Veela blood just a little too tempting. You will make sure he is not raped, kissed or so much as groped without permission."
A look at Dumbledore and the Potions master continued,
"And believe me, a Veela is no prune whose virtue needs defending. She will no doubt give someone permission. And you are not only guarding Draco and her dubious honour. Should someone offend her too much, she may lawfully eat them, as is a Veelas want, and right by law."
A small squeak issued itself form the Potter's lips resembling the words,
"Bite me?"
An utterly stupid thing to say, Harry knew this. With all the incoming information, there were better questions to be asked. But as with most people, fear drives curiosity much more then mild interest. Snape's eyes glinted and an evil smile curved his mouth. He was taking entirely too much pleasure from his response to the obviously frightened boy,
"Yes. Bite you. With long fangs in your neck. To mark you with another scar. So everyone knows you belong to her."
Harry gulped. Belonged? That didn't sound good.
"Why? To humiliate me?"
Dumbledore decided to cut in before Severus caused the boy to faint, and in a weary voice answered his question,
"No Harry. My dear boy, have I ever asked you to do something purely for your humiliation? What good is a guard who cannot control himself any better then everyone else? If Draco did noes bite you, you will become just another potential threat. And, one who lives with her in her private (and well locked) rooms, no less. I'm sure she'd eat you within the day."
And so, a bewildered and now utterly guilt ridden Potter made his way to the hospital wing. To get his first glimpse of Miss Malfoy and to let her bite him. To mark him. To own him. perhaps forever.
Readers Note: This is being reposted. It was formerly named 'Virga Genus' but I checked my latin and well. . . All problems have been fixed by my beta reader EVENING FAERIE, the wonderful! I hope you enjoy! __________________________________________________________________
"Verto Genus!"
The clear and enraged voice of Harry Potter rang out through the empty halls of Hogwarts, a dazzling display of lights shooting towards his opponent.
Neither he nor Draco Malfoy, curled on the floor screaming in agony, knew what the curse was, what it would do or even if Draco would live. But before Harry had a chance to figure that out, he found himself pulled back by his hood and thrown down the hall by the looming figure of Professor Snape, with his piercing gaze so completely filled with hate it almost made the 17 year old boy yelp in fear. That look could make him feel 11 years old again.
He reminded himself this man had no power over him. It was a mistake. They would never get him in any real trouble. They couldn't afford to loose him. He was, after all, the murderer they loved to hate. Either that or the victim they loved to pity, which wasn't an option he liked to think about. Better murderer then murdered.
"Go to the Headmasters office now! I will meet you there after I take Draco to Madam Pomfrey. You'll be lucky to escape Azkaban for this, Potter."
Melodramatic surely? Harry knew they would never send him away. Dumbledore certainly would protect him with his life. The end of Harry Potter would mean the end of the wizarding world. Or perhaps more accurately, the end of the muggle world. They NEEDED him to do their dirty work.
That thought was, for once, comforting as he made his way to Dumbledores' office. Contemplating to himself as to where that curse had come from and why he hadn't taken Latin. Hermoine was right. The only way to know what every possible spell an opponent could throw at you was to speak the language of the gods. The language of wizards. What ever those words were, and what ever they did to Malfoy, would not be a mystery had he just taken that class!
With a mumbled password and an only slightly guilty feeling, Harry made his way up the spiral stairs. Draco and he were the only people staying at Hogwarts during the holidays. The Dursleys had had enough, and thanks to Harry, the Malfoys were locked away. They were orphans, in a sense. Harry had Dumbledore there for him and Draco had Snape. But without any other company, duels were an inevitable occurrence. And now, in the last week of holidays, another one couldn't really be all that bad. The students would be back tomorrow. Draco had called Hermoine a mudblood whore, it was nothing new. For two years now, the boys had lived at Hogwarts full time. This was becoming a weekly ritual. As were Snape's overreactions to anything that befell his precious Malfoy.
Dumbledore was sitting pensively at his desk, going through some unknown papers. Harry had once asked what paperwork kept the Headmaster so busy and was presented with a 'join the dots' of a puppy in a bow tie. It was much easier to respect the man when you thought he was doing something important. So, Harry shifted into denial and waited for Dumbledore to come to a break in his 'important' work before speaking.
The wait was not too long and but a few minutes passed before the old man's head rose to twinkle at Harry like a grandfather would. Or an overly polished Grandfather clock.
"Surely not another duel with Mr. Malfoy? As wards of the school, you are technically brothers. Can you not find any common ground? Hmmm?"
"I'm sorry, sir. He called Hermoine a bad name. A REALLY bad name. Not the usual one. There were extra bits. I just. he deserved it."
The Headmaster gave him a pointed look over his glasses and Harry lowered his head in shame. Well, in mock shame. There wasn't a force on earth that could make him feel bad about cursing Malfoy, but disobeying the Headmaster was a separate thing. At least it was in his head. The two did tend to go together, but that was only because Dumbledore insisted on asking him NOT to curse the blond. Harry couldn't help thinking that if the headmaster really wanted him to obey, he should stop making that part of the rules. A truly Griffindoor thought, if he'd ever had one.
"Where is he? Severus didn't catch you again did he? You know, Harry, I spend hours listening to him vent when you hurt his godson. He is rather protective over Draco. Couldn't you just not curse him for me? To save an old man's head from aching?"
But god, the man was good. Harry had to wonder, like thousands before him, if there was a secret school to learn that kind of manipulation. If the Headmaster were a graduate it would explain a lot. He would have to remember also, to ask him which house he was in, at school. Somehow every time Harry asked, he would leave toughly amused and satisfied until 3 am the next morning when a sleepy and dreaming mind would realise Dumbledore had not, in fact, answered the question.
"Professor Snape took him to the hospital wing. I don't know why though. I don't know what I did. I didn't even know the curse, and I still don't."
Dumbledore seemed genuinely stunned by this confession. The Malfoy boy could look after himself generally, and very few hospital trips were made, given the amount of duelling the boys were wont to do. Not only that, but, how could Harry have cast a curse without knowing what it was? The whole idea was utterly baffling. A spell is not a random thing, there are specific wand movements for each incantation, which are much too hard to fluke.
"Do you know what you said, Harry?"
"Umm, I think 'Versus Gerorum'? Or something like that. The first word started with a 'V' and the second with a 'G'. It may have hurt him, I suppose. He was doubled up screaming on the floor. . ."
Harry mumbled the last part, hoping that the Headmaster would not hear nor ask him to repeat it. That way he would still have told the truth.
All hopes of worming out of any immediate trouble were banished when Snape burst in the room with a murderous expression and stormed straight past Harry to Dumbledore's desk.
"You have to get rid of that menace! HE cast a highly complex and dangerous DARK Arts curse on my student! ON MY GODSON!"
Harry was stunned into silence, indignation coursing through his veins. He did not! He didn't even know any Dark Arts curses! How could he have cast something he doesn't even know!
Before Harry had a chance to voice his objection Snape was ranting again.
"I'm telling you Headmaster, he is a risk to the entire school! He refuses to cooperate in his Occlumency lessons and now has an open access pass into the Dark Lord's brain. He can use him like a 'dangerous and illegal curses' filing cabinet. And for what? NAME CALLING?!?! How do you expect he will react when the school fills up? His temper will get someone killed!"
While Dumbledore tried to placate Snape, Harrys' head was spinning in dread. What had he done? While his hatred for the blond was most definitely real, he had become somewhat of a familiar presence. Taking Draco out of his life was a disturbance. A change. And however pleasant it may be it was still one he wasn't ready to submit to.
A second thought hit him too. He had access to Voldermort's brain? Whatever kind of sick spells would be locked away in that mad mans head he know were sure to be terrible! How could he disagree with his fuming professor? After all, he had not cursed Draco intentionally. He still had no idea what he had done! But it was done none the less.
A deafening silence shattered Harrys' thoughts and he looked up into the expectant eyes of his mentor. Snape scowled in his peripheral, arms crossed defensively, waiting to rebuttal to any of the boy's responses.
"I'm sorry? What?"
Harry looked up to Professor Dumbledore for the question he missed.
"Harry you have no idea what you did to young Draco?"
"No."
A sigh escaped the old man before he continued.
"It's called Verto Genus. It will have a particular effect on Mr. Malfoy because of his blood. Are you aware of what the Malfoys are?"
"Purebloods?"
Snape sneered down at what he felt to be an utterly ridicules response to an equally inane question. Luckily for Harry Dumbledore continued before Snape could comment.
"No, Harry. They are Veelas. Do you know what Veelas are?"
Unable to stand still a moment longer Professor Snape exploded.
"WOULD you stop coddling him?!? Of course he knows what Veelas are! He has been studying Defence Against the Dark Arts in this school for 6 years! If there is a single student who doesn't know what the hell a Veela is, it's because of your incompetence when choosing your staff members! He does NOT need you to baby him! He NEEDS to be taught a bloody lesson!"
The Headmaster merely smiled at the enraged man. Both the smiling and explosions from Snape were an entirely too common occurrence. While absently picking a lemon drop from the bowl on his desk, Dumbledore answered in curiosity,
"I can't be that bad at hiring surely? Although some do seem to disagree with me. Werewolves and Aurors and Death Eaters. certainly most of those people would find that no one else would hire them."
Snape went back to standing defensively, arms crossed high and protectively over his chest. For Dumbledore, that was as close as it got to an open threat. Harry decided to break in on what seemed to be an ongoing argument.
"The creatures from the world cup? And that Fleur girl? From the Triwizard Tournament? Are you sure, sir? It's just. I've never felt the urge to throw myself at either Draco or Lucius. They're probably two of the most repulsive people I know."
Harry then turned his head to Snape, looking him in eye.
"I'd go so far as to say they are the second and third most repulsive people I know. Do you want to know who gets the number one place, Professor? You'd never guess."
Dumbledore tisked at Harry and reprimanded him in the very diplomatic and grandfatherly manner he was known for.
"Now, Harry. Do as I say, not as I do. Professor Snape is your superior and my employee. There are vast differences in the way we may each react to him. now, enough of talking about Severus as if he is not standing here fuming at us! What do you know about Veela men?"
The first thing Harry was going to say stopped in his throat when he realised that it was in fact all about the women. No one had ever really mentioned Veela men before. He would even go so far as to say they did not exist.
"Nothing, Sir."
A snort and pointed look from Snape was ignored by the Headmaster as he continued.
"Well. That is most likely because there is nothing to tell. They are physically stronger then human men, but have a rather interesting distaste of using that strength, so much that many believe it to be a myth. The most stunning thing about a Veela male is, in fact, that there is nothing stunning about them at all. Unlike their female counterparts, Veela men display no magnetic pull, no wings, no beak and no magical powers beyond that of a wizard.
A pause for a breath and the old man was talking again. Harry was almost certain he was trying to explain everything before Snape could cut in with his unwavering temper.
"Now, do you know what Verto means? That was the first word to your curse. No? It means change. I'm sure you can guess what Genus means. But I will tell you that Miss Malfoy will be experiencing all of the problems typically shown in a Veela woman, and will find it no doubt annoying, confusing and most definitely dangerous. You do understand what I'm saying Harry? Genus means Gender. You have turned Draco into a Girl using a very powerful, and to my knowledge, irreversible Dark Arts spell you could not have possibly known."
Frozen in a mix of relief and shock, Harry gave a little smile to himself. Snape clearly found that to be an inappropriate response because Harry was lifted a good foot into the air by the front of his robes before his body had completely relaxed. It wasn't meant to be a gloating smile, he was actually relieved that Draco wasn't dead. Although Harry felt Snape would not believe this explanation.
Snape's scowling face focused on him as he, yet again, displayed his lack of self-control.
"You think this is funny, do you? I have the perfect punishment for him. If you'll just let me take him down to the dungeons, I would be more then happy to perform a castration. No doubt his bits would be nice in a jar full of embalming fluid!"
A pallid and suddenly sweating Potter looked frantically to the Headmaster for confirmation that permission would not be granted. He rather liked his bits were they were.
"Severus, do put him down. You know very well I will let you do no such thing. Two wrongs do not make a right."
Snape cut in, still staring at Harry like a potion ingredient begging to be dissected.
"No, but they make a very happy Potions master!"
The Headmaster continued, unperturbed,
". and I have a punishment for Harry, which is a right rather then a wrong. NOT surgical removal. I assure you it will last for as long as Mr. Malfoy finds himself changed. Even if that is forever."
Snape dropped the boy into an unceremonious heap and turned to the Headmaster once more, a gasping and only somewhat relieved Potter at his feet forgotten with the promise of punishment.
A raised and questioning eyebrow from Snape prompted the Headmaster to continue,
"Draco will need a new name. He, or she rather, will need to be moved and will need to be given a bodyguard. The rest of the school cannot find out, so we will make up something about Durmstrang and a sister staying here in his place. Harry should make a suitable guard. He has already shown skill in defending others, and it is after all his fault that Miss Malfoy will need defending. Should she be changed forever Harry will be forever in her service, as you well know Severus. And if it is pain you want, I'm sure Draco will enjoy getting to bite Mr. Potter as much as you would enjoy a good castration?"
To much information to quickly and Harry's head was spinning. He had to ask,
"Protection from what?"
Dumbledore smiled down at him in a rather sad manner. Only a little congratulations placed in that smile for returning to the land of the articulate.
"This is a school, Harry. A school filled with hormonal boys, no less. Draco's honour will need to be guarded."
A snort came from Snape again and slightly amused black eyes turned to Harry. A sarcastic drawl falling from his lips,
"You will forgive him. He's a hundred years old after all. What he means is those hormone-filled delinquents will be returning tomorrow and many will find a beautiful blond with Veela blood just a little too tempting. You will make sure he is not raped, kissed or so much as groped without permission."
A look at Dumbledore and the Potions master continued,
"And believe me, a Veela is no prune whose virtue needs defending. She will no doubt give someone permission. And you are not only guarding Draco and her dubious honour. Should someone offend her too much, she may lawfully eat them, as is a Veelas want, and right by law."
A small squeak issued itself form the Potter's lips resembling the words,
"Bite me?"
An utterly stupid thing to say, Harry knew this. With all the incoming information, there were better questions to be asked. But as with most people, fear drives curiosity much more then mild interest. Snape's eyes glinted and an evil smile curved his mouth. He was taking entirely too much pleasure from his response to the obviously frightened boy,
"Yes. Bite you. With long fangs in your neck. To mark you with another scar. So everyone knows you belong to her."
Harry gulped. Belonged? That didn't sound good.
"Why? To humiliate me?"
Dumbledore decided to cut in before Severus caused the boy to faint, and in a weary voice answered his question,
"No Harry. My dear boy, have I ever asked you to do something purely for your humiliation? What good is a guard who cannot control himself any better then everyone else? If Draco did noes bite you, you will become just another potential threat. And, one who lives with her in her private (and well locked) rooms, no less. I'm sure she'd eat you within the day."
And so, a bewildered and now utterly guilt ridden Potter made his way to the hospital wing. To get his first glimpse of Miss Malfoy and to let her bite him. To mark him. To own him. perhaps forever.