Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, I would be a multimillionaire (which I'm not yet).

I frankly despise the usual veela stories as they give basically no choice to the chosen. This is a story with a twist.

The Trouble with Veelas

Chapter 1

Harry was reading a book on the species and the rituals of the Veela. After all he had accepted a formal bond with one of them. He barely skimmed the first few chapters; then he found what he was looking for; the copulation that formally sealed the bonds. There were certain steps that Veelas were supposed to follow so that their chosen mate is comfortable enough to let them effectively consummate the bonding. Harry sighed. For all his supposed bravado in the face of his good for nothing parents who had finally found a reason to formally disown him he was scared, just a tiny teensy bit.

He had hated his parents ever since he had found out from his aunt's mouth at the tender age of five, that it was his parents who have dumped him on their door because he was the runt of the family, a freak who would never amount to anything. The feelings of worthlessness and grief had devoured his tiny broken heart. That was the day Dudley had found him slumped over in the bathroom after he had consumed too many unknown medicines. Thankfully, Vernon was away for a conference and his aunt had managed to nurse him back to health, as much was possible for his exhausted body before he was subjected to his uncle's wrath. Dudley had taken him under his wing then, keeping his faith alive that someone cared enough for him to live. When Dudley had bought him his first ever real gift, a battery operated car he had vowed that his cousin was the only one worthy of being his family, muggle heritage be damned.

Harry smiled as he finished his latest letter to his cousin describing the latest fiasco to plague his life. Sometimes, he thought that the gods must be really out to get him even though he had taken care of the silly little dark lord that had tipped their perfect little fucked up world into dark ages. So, they had to resort to announce his birth as a savior in a petty bar where enough death fuckers loomed around to actually set their little pronouncement in motion. After he had dealt the killing blow to the wanker the otherworldly fuckers must have been drunk out of their minds with the successful coup, enough not to let him have any glory at all. He was passed over for his other twin who was foolish enough to manage bashing his head on the side of the cot and the idiots have proclaimed him the boy who lived. Yes, he had remembered pretty well because Peter Pettigrew had managed a feat few had managed before. He had come back from the hiding to kill Alex Potter to get revenge for killing his master which saw the school playing host to dementors for a couple of weeks before Peter was captured and sent to Azkaban. One encounter with a dementor on the train in his third year, was enough to rile up his memory and let him know the correct events of that night. His parents were grievously injured before Voldemort had burst in the nursery and before Harry chucked him in the fiery pits of well-deserved hell, not that that had taught his parents not to listen to the senile old man.

His life had improved after the revelation. Dudley had taught him to fight dirty and kick the weak points of his enemies after all. So, after being sullen and underachiever in the face of his Alex obsessed parents for two years he had bucked up and showed himself a true Ravenclaw. He was supposed to be smart anyways. The last three years he had blissfully tuned out his parents who no longer even recognized whether he was their child or some unwanted cousin, not that he spent his holidays with them. He had gone to the Dursleys every single holiday. Dudley was ecstatic at all the sweets he had gotten for him from Honeydukes and the jokes from the Zonkos. Even Vernon had thawed after watching his son happily pig out on wizarding chocolate and sweets that came with charms that guaranteed weight control and prevented teeth rot. Aunt petunia was his mother's sister after all, so she had remained the same vengeful harpy she always was. As long as Dudley was there to hide him and Vernon to turn a blind eye to the boy's mischief he could skirt around his aunt rather than go to his parents.

At the age of fourteen, he had discovered that he was gay, when he was dragged to the Quidditch World Cup along with Dursleys (Lily had invited her sister to show off her wizarding world and Dudley had cowed his parents in submission with a huge tantrum) and he had laid eyes upon tall dark and brooding Victor Krum. It did not help that the said man/teenager had come to Hogwarts later that year. Nevertheless, Krum had fallen for the snotty know it all friend of his brother and his poor heart had been broke once again.

Now, he was sitting in his new suite in the Malfoy manor. As he had been disowned after his choice despite the headmasters pleas on his behalf, something along the line of not wanting to cause a student's death, he had promptly bonded to Draco Malfoy became Harry Malfoy. After all this was what he had always wanted. The mates of Veela were exempt from all familial contracts due to Veela laws and they had the right to choose. He had effectively wormed out his way from being sold in a marriage to some haughty pureblood girl to further his family's cause. Malfoy was yet another brand of snootiness. Nevertheless, he was a Veela who were supposed to care for their mates and he was satisfied. There was no point to care about being in love when one's heart had been broken enough times.

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Lucius Malfoy was a patient man who had gone through the ups and downs of the life with equal disdain and a sneer on his lips. He was also a father who on his son's sixteenth birthday had seen the manifestation of an inheritance that had equally reviled and exhilarated him. Veela had bred in both Malfoy and Black family in the times of their ancestors and the genes manifested now and then. Draco his only child had gone through it and discovered his mate to be the younger Potter scion, one he may surpass in wealth but given the fame of the family, could never hope to touch.

It was with a despairing heart he had asked the chief of the Wizengamot to set up a meeting with the Potters. He was prepared to negotiate an embarrassing contract in order to keep his son alive in case Potters could be prevailed upon to let their son accept the bonding. He was pleasantly surprised.

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Earlier that day.

Harry cleared his throat and spoke clearly," I Harry James Potter accept you as my Veela mate, Draco Lucius Malfoy." Magic was simple enough to accept it as the oath of bonding and Draco accepted the bond in similar words.

The incredulous expression that he saw on his son and wife's face was in severe competition with the silence that lay pregnant with the disbelief of the happenstance that Harry had accepted the bond. The light that had surrounded the two boys was proof enough to jolt his sluggish brain into realizing one that his son was going to be living after being bonded and two that he had to deal with extremely angry Potters. Well, he was definitely up to a fight.

'One two three.'

"Caedo." Horrified at the death curse, Draco had raised a shield quickly around his mate. He yelped as he received a sharp jolt when the curse collided with the shield. The next minute Narcissa and Lucius had sprung in front of the bonded pair and wielded their wands dueling fiercely with the Potter couple. Alex Potter was gazing dumbstruck, at the scene standing beside Dumbledore.

"ENOUGH!" at the raised voce and a bang Dumbledore stopped the madness.

Narcissa and Lucius lowered their wands but refused to move. James and Lily were panting harshly glaring hatefully at them. He lowered his wand and spat,"You are no son of mine, Harry James Potter, consider yourself disowned."

Dumbledore blinked, "Surely, James you don't disown your son who doesn't want to deny his mate. A Veela who is denied dies quickly."

"No, he doesn't Dumbledore. He disowns a son who is bonded into a dark family and bought shame on our family," Lily remarked hatefully, "and I fully support his judgment." With that, the Potters marched out of Dumbledore's office leaving the rest of them.

Dumbledore sat down heavily in his chair. Lucius looked at the disowned boy, who was gripping the hand of his son, holding back tears. He forced a smile on his face and touched him on his shoulder. The boy looked up. "You may not be a Potter anymore but you are a Malfoy and a Malfoy is better than anyone in the wizarding Britain. Welcome to the family son, you are now Harry James Malfoy." They had gone to the ministry quickly, registered the bonding and bought the new couple to their ancestral house. He had not seen the boy since.

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Night at Malfoy manor (Harry)

He had been hurt too many times in his life to care about wounds anyone anymore whether they were verbal or physical. He was tough. Yet after he was shown to his rooms, he had burned and cried as he felt the Potter family magic leaving him and Malfoy magic filling the void inside and he was soon lost to the world of pain. He twisted and turned while the magic hummed and pricked beneath his skin. He felt as if his whole body was threaded apart and then sewn together to make him into a new being. Someone was holding him, moving above him, beside him, inside him and he realized he was screaming. His throat was raw when he came screaming. His eyes were blinking in pain while he struggled to make out the scene before him. He was naked and laying in a soft cocoon made from feathers no wings; wings attached to his mate who was softly crooning to him. The feathery touch soothed his skin. A glass of water was pressed to his parched lips and he drank thirstily. Soothed, he fell back asleep.

When he woke up next, the sun was peeking through the windows. He was laying in Draco's arms in his rooms who was fast asleep beside him. He felt better now. After reading the books, he had known what had happened last night but he was glad that all of it was over. He delicately extracted himself and went to the bathroom. There, his refection showed him the changes. It seemed that his submissiveness in the Veela bond had made his features more refined; his bone structure had become delicate, his face had become angular, his skin fairer, his hair had become dark, hanging down in ringlets just below his, shoulders and he now had violet eyes with no need to wear glasses. If he had been vain he would fallen in love with himself; growing up with Dursleys had taken care of that particular problem. Just another weird day in his life then. He smiled.

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Lucius was up early like any other day. His wife was sitting down for breakfast while he peeked at the paper when her gasp alerted him to something that was not normal. Following her stunned gaze he found his mouth go dry. There standing in his son's clothes was the boy they had bought home last night; only he looked nothing like the boy he had seen yesterday. Standing at the doors of the breakfast room shyly, was a vision.

"Oh dear!" Draco had made for himself a fine catch. The Veela magic mixed with Malfoy's had transformed the boy into someone many would kill for. Clearing his throat, he gestured the boy to seat himself by his side. Harry took the chair next to him. Lucius smirked and took one of his hands brushing a soft kiss. The boy blushed and raised his questioning eyes to his. "If Draco ever displeases you come to me and I shall set him straight." He winked. Harry looked at his mother in law who was sputtering in mock outrage while trying to hide her laughter.

"Father! Stop flirting with my husband," a drawl remarked from the door.

Harry rolled his eyes at his husband and gave Lucius a small peck straight on the lips. A crash sounded behind him. Harry turned back and surveyed the fuming Veela whose wings were full out, upped an eyebrow and drawled. "I was just greeting your father, Draco."

Lucius stood up quickly unfurling his own wings and moving beside Harry while signaling Narcissa to retreat to another room. It would not do if Draco lost control and hurt his husband. He as the older Veela had to ensure that. Draco snarled obliviously seeing him as a challenge to his mate. Lucius snarled back more fiercely fully intending to cow his wayward son. Harry peeked at his husband from behind Lucius and Draco launched himself forward. Lucius ran forward, caught his son in middle of the jump, and tossed him on the floor, quickly pressing on his shoulder blades to keep him down. After a few minutes of struggle, his son submitted. Lucius sighed. Why does his son have to make this difficult?

"Go back to our rooms Draco and you will stay there for the weekend." Draco gave a half glance behind him and left. Lucius turned and took in the visibly trembling boy who was sitting at the table. His wings disappeared.

He picked Harry up and carried him to his own suite. He hunted down one of the vintages and poured a glass for each of them. Harry gulped down the liquid shakily but he soon relaxed. Only then, he began to realize that Lucius had bought him into his own rooms. Remembering last night, his instinctual reaction was to flinch away but Lucius held him fast.

"Shh!" He soothed and slowly began to croon. Harry slowly began to relax. "I know that last night was difficult for you and his temper this morning didn't help. He was always a possessive child and becoming a Veela had enhanced that. Still, he cannot defy me, as I am both his patriarch and an older Veela of his house. If he ever tries to hurt you, you are coming to me. I allowed last night because it was necessary, but nothing more unless you allow it."

He looked Harry in the eye seriously, "Harry, a submissive holds all the power in the relationship. He or she says yes or no, when and where. It is the dominant's job to make sure his partner is well cared for and happy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, thank you." Harry sighed. He had chosen this fate and he had to live with it. He was surprised when Lucius kissed his neck. He let out a pleased hiss.

Lucius began to trail kisses all over his neck and shoulders. Harry grabbed the long blond hair and dragged him up for a searing kiss. Lucius dragged himself back with effort and caught his eyes," Say no to me, Harry."

Harry touched his face and whispered, "I don't remember much of last night except a lot of pain. Yes, Lucius. Make sure this time I remember." Lucius growled softly and attacked.

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It was twilight, when he woke up. His body was pleasantly sore this time unlike the morning when he was stiff and aching. Lucius was humming softly and running soothing circles on his back. Harry snuggled in smiling.

"You are sixteen this year." Harry nodded. Do you wish to stay home school or go to Hogwarts?" At Harry's confused glance, Lucius smirked. "I think you can threaten Draco with that to keep him in line till the start of the school." Harry grinned.

"Lucius."

"Hmmm."

"Narcissa isn't your mate is she?"

Lucius sighed. "She was murdered soon after we had bonded. Her name was Roxanne Bones. It was wartime. Her family was predominantly light and when they found out that, she was my mate she was killed to ensure my death. My father and Severus saved my life. They gave me a potion to confuse my Veela senses temporarily and got me married to Narcissa who was quickly impregnated. Once my child came into picture the Veela in me learned to live for the baby. It is one of the reasons; I love Draco so much and adore Narcissa. She was one of my best friends but she loved another. Our marriage was contracted soon after we were born and we compromised. She still spends the majority of her time with him albeit discreetly."

"Would Draco suffer because of what we did." He hesitantly asked.

Lucius tightened his arms around Harry and whispered softly. "He challenged me. If he was in a Veela society and he had lost a fight for you, to me, you become mine and he loses his right to you, but he would not suffer. However, being in the same family allows me to release you should you wish. He would be all right anyways. Veela usually go into depression if their bonded died or lost after consummation but friends take care of them and help them back into society. They are suicidal only before bonding. Knowing him, he would sulk for a few days then spend obscene amounts of money and annoy us. That is quite normal for him. If he wants you badly he would woo you back. It will always be your choice to make."

Harry laughed softly. "Thank you. The books don't cover that much detail."

"Most of these things aren't spoken about unless with another Veela or their bonded. Our society is quite secretive and rightly, because others may try to sabotage our customs if they knew."

"I am hungry; we skipped lunch."

"Here or outside. "

"Gardens?"

"All right."

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An hour later, they were having dinner in the front garden. The elves had cooked up a feast and Harry enjoyed it immensely. He was finishing up dessert when one elf, Tippy, announced a visitor. The man who came was lanky with strong features, Black hair, sparkling blue eyes and laugh lines. Harry was out of his seat like a shot and hanging from the man's neck in next moment.

Lucius sipped water calmly finishing up as he eyed his visitor, Sirius Black.