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Chapter 2: I'm a Mess
I'm a mess, I'm a mess.
I'm a mess. I'm a mess.
I ruin everything. It's never enough.
Got a tired altar ego that's always giving up.
I used to be the boy that everybody loved.
And now I'm just too much.
I'm a mess, I'm a mess.
I'm a mess, I'm a mess.
And I'm crying all the time.
How bad can it be?
I wish that I was dead, temporarily.
I'm a mess.
A substantial distance away – Little Winging, to be exact – Harry Potter woke up with tears running down his face.
It wasn't abnormal for him. Harry had often woken up in tears throughout his life. This wasn't a new occurrence.
However, this time was different from all the others. Harry had just told his mate that they would never be together. Just the thought alone was enough to cause more tears to flow.
But it was true. They couldn't be together.
If Harry had had a choice, he would have jumped into his mate's arms and never let go. He would stay by his side forever. But that couldn't happen. He had to keep his mate from the danger that would no doubt be there if they ever got close. Harry would rather die than see that happen.
With a sorrowful sigh Harry started to get out of bed. However, just as he sat up he felt an ache in his back.
With a start, he remembered what had happened before he had gone to sleep last night. Just as the clock struck midnight, signalling his birthday had arrived, he had grown wings. WINGS. And not just any wings. ANGEL WINGS.
Now, what was even more weird was that when Harry painfully looked over his shoulder he saw no wings. None at all. Yet, he did see two symmetrical rips in the fabric of his t-shirt where the wings must have tore through. With slight wariness, he closed his eyes and tried to picture his wings coming out. He felt a slight pain and tingle but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been last night.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked behind him.
They were beautiful! Snow white wings that looked so fragile yet, as he felt them, felt so strong. As he softly stroked the feathers he suddenly remembered something.
He had given his mate a feather.
That was the worst thing he could have done! He was supposed to protect his mate from harm and there he had just handed him something that would help his mate find him! Harry sat back down onto his bed in shock. Part of him - the creature part - was ecstatic that he had given the feather to his mate. But the other part of him was racking his mind for a way to fix the situation.
Suddenly, Harry was startled out of his thoughts by someone pounding on his bedroom door.
"Boy! It's time for you to make breakfast!" a high voice screeched, almost piercing his ears. It was Petunia, Harry's sorry excuse for an Aunt.
"I'll be right there!" he yelled, as he quickly vanished his wings.
Harry sighed, throwing on some ratty clothes. To the Dursleys, today was no different from yesterday or the day before. Of course they wouldn't remember his birthday – they never did in the past. Why should today be any different? Normally, Harry wouldn't remember it either but this year was special.
Not only was he finally 17 and able to do magic legally, but he had just come into his inheritance and was now considered an adult. He could finally leave his awful excuse for a family! But where would he go? Pushing those thoughts away for later, Harry opened his bedroom door and went into the bathroom.
Just as he had the door closed he saw himself in the mirror. Shocked silent, he could only stare at the boy he could only guess was his new self.
The boy in the mirror had his black hair, although it had grown out just barely below the nape of his neck. It was still messy, but not in a rough, unflattering way. It now had a soft windblown look.
His eyes were still green, but they had become even more vivid (if that were even possible). They were huge and surrounded by thick black lashes that he had thought only girls could pull off. On him they made him look angelic and soft without making him look too feminine.
His skin was very pale, like ivory, and had a pinkish hue in the cheeks. His bone structure made him look very elegant and beautiful yet still gave off a male quality. He had no sign of facial hair. And his lips were a soft pink and pouty.
This couldn't be him. This person looked somewhat like him but yet so different. With a start Harry noticed the person in the mirror wasn't wearing glasses, as per usual. His vision was clear. In fact, it was the best he'd seen in a long time.
Harry could not be seen like this. Not only would people demand to know what had happened to him to cause this change, he couldn't let himself be recognized by his mate. That is, if they ever did cross paths. It hurt him to have to avoid his mate, the one person Harry felt he needed and loved, but it had to be done.
More screeching came from the kitchen downstairs from his Aunt.
Harry had to keep his mate from Him no matter what. Even if it cost him his happiness.
Draco was losing his mind.
It had been a week since the night he had dreamt of his mate. He and his father had gone through as many records they could of wizards that were half or pure angels. Either his mate didn't exist, or for some reason his mate's descendants had no records or family history involving magical creatures.
It was beginning to look like Draco was going to have to find his mate the old fashioned way. Through scent.
Now, while it would be next to impossible for a human to find someone through scent (even if that human happened to be a wizard) it was a considerable – no, exponential – advantage that Draco wasn't human. At least, not completely.
Over the last few centuries other wizards throughout Britain had gossiped about the Malfoy family's beauty, saying that there must have been a veela in their family history. These rumours were only have true. In fact, there were many veelas spread out through the Malfoy's family history. Half-veelas as well.
Draco, like his father and his father before him, was a half-veela. This meant that he had inherited all of the good looks, allure, and mating behaviour of a veela without ever gaining claws or wings like full veelas. His eyes and skin might change slightly based on his emotions but that was all. Any part or full blooded magical creature had exponentially better senses than humans.
So, even though Draco knew that at some point he would find his mate, that didn't keep him from becoming frustrated, impatient, and a complete wreck. And his father wasn't any help. Sure, he asked anyone he could about angels who had just come into inheritance and the like but he wouldn't let Draco do what he really yearned to do.
Which was "run through the streets of London and follow any path that might lead him to his mate regardless of who would see him and the consequences."
His father wanted to go about the whole search in a dignified "Malfoy" manner, for it wasn't widely known yet to the public that there was in fact veela blood in their family Draco, on the other hand, didn't give a shit about what people thought about him as long as he found his mate.
The one thing Draco was counting on was finally going back to Hogwarts. The school had many students and there was a very good chance that his mate would be there. He also wouldn't have his parents around to hold him back from being public about his inheritance. So what if people knew he was half-veela?
Nothing was going to stop him from finding his mate. Draco swore to himself that he would love and protect his mate from anything that wished him harm, especially this "Him" that was trying to keep them apart.
Author's Note: Thank you for being so patient with my update! I'm also sorry for the chappies being a bit short. I promise they will be longer as the plot thickens!
Now, anyone have a guess to who this "Him" character is? Hmmm?
By the way, all the chapter titles (along with the lyrics that go with them) are named on my profile. I will be listing them all as I post each chappie.
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