Hatred Held

by AlastairLove

Draco always knew he was a Veela and knew that one day his Veela would awaken. On that day he'd know who his mate was to be. What he didn't know was that once he found out he would fight his Veela side, and fight it til he was close to dying. Will he ever come to terms with who he is destined to love or will he die? (In Need Of A Proofer) R&R

1. Prologue

Prologue

A summer breeze blew into his open window, filling his room with the fresh scent of his mother's rose garden. Draco lifted his head off his pillow with a gentle smile, this was one thing he always missed when he went away to school. His smile widened as he climbed out of his bed, on his night stand was a picture of his mother and father both smiling and dancing. It was one of the few pictures that ever captured his father smiling. It was yet another thing he missed when he left.

"Draco honey! It's time to get up, least you be late for the train!" He heard his mother calling. Draco's smile slowly vanished. 'Right. Today I go back there.' He thought saddly and looked down to the dark tattoo on his arm. He hated that thing and he wasn't looking forward to school, expecally seeing the Golden Trio.

"Right! I'm coming Mom." He called back. Draco grabbed his school robes and headed out of his large room, but not before looking back into it one last time. This year wasn't going to be as enjoyable as he had hoped, but at least he will soon meet his wife to be. The thought made him smirk, he will soon have a little more happiness in his sorrowful life. Draco headed down the hall and down the stairs. Waiting for him at the end of the staircase was his mother and Voldemort. Seeing the tall dead looking man he was taken back.

"M'lord, what are you doing here?" He asked bowing his head.

"Relax, dear Draco. I am here to see how you and your mother are fairing. Nothing more." The man stated with a chuckle.

"That and wish you luck, after all you find out soon, who your Veela mate is.. Now don't you?"

Draco simply nodded and looked to his mother questioningly. 'Why did she tell him I was a veela?' He questioned saddly. He now feared for his mate and the little bit of happiness became spoilt by the heartless bastard.

"Draco, darling. Your bags are already on their way to Hogwarts, now it is you who must be on your way." Narcissa smiled at her son and turned Voldemort. "Is there anything one of the elves can get you?" She asked placing her hands infront of her in a hopeful gesture. Hoping to distract VOldemort long enough for Draco to get going.

"No, but thank you for the offer. I must also be on my way. Narcissa. Draco. Good Day to you." He smiled. Draco took his place by his mother and kissed her on the cheek. "Oh and young Draco. When you find your mate, bring her to me so we can welcome her into the ranks... Won't you?"