Harry and the power of love part 2
I still own nothing but my own imagination thank you.
"What do you know about Veela? Mr Potter "
He thought for a few seconds then shook his head "they were with the Bulgarian Quidditch team and that's about it"
They shook their collective heads.
"Mr Potter we Veela have something called allure many think it is like a scent we give of or a notice me charm. They are wrong, when men notice us we pull a small part of them into us a bit of their soul this lets us see if a man we chose as a mate is a man or a fool, good or evil small stuff like his favourite food and that we have no idea. You Mr Potter seem to have your soul locked so tight into you that our allure has no effect on you."
She stopped to see his reaction to this bit on news, he just stood there with a look on his face that was hard to define.
"We Veela due to the amount of soul parts we gather in a life time become short tempered and added to the fact we get jealous easily and the slight pyrotechnic innate ability we have you can see this is a bad combination."
Harry nodded to her to continue.
"We are not human as you may have worked out from the first human male comment, we are from human and bird stock, may I show you my true form?"
harry nodded and in a second the old women changed gone was the grandmother face in its place was a face more likely to be seen on a hawk, gone was the kind eyes instead yellow split iris shone her arms began to lengthen and now were almost skeletal wings burst from her back these looked more bat like than bird like her legs also went an change becoming more hawk like or rooster like with what looked like fighting spurs on the back of them .
He smiled and giggled, this took the Veela totally by surprise to fight of the allure when they were in human form was one thing but it was part of their battle make up it's effects were tripled, he should be a gibbering mess on the floor but he giggled .
The Matron was so shocked she reverted back to human form and stared at the boy.
Harry held up his hand and waved it as a fit of laughter broke out.
It took a few minutes for it to stop and when it did he started to explain.
" I was thinking of my friend Hagrid if he saw you in that form I do not doubt for a minute you could be deadly but he would just look at you say you a poor misunderstood beasty and want to take you home with him. When I saw your legs I was drawn to the similarity of them and a roosters leg and wondered how good you would be against a Basilisk?"
They stared at him "When did you last see a Basilisk? Cher"
asked a tall and imposing women with a very McGonagal look .
"Oh I killed a thousand year old one when I was 12 but I haven't seen one since."
They all went stock still " A thousand year old one how and were ?"
Harry then went on to tell about his second year at Hogwarts to a spell bound group.
"Harry you and Fleur look around we have much to talk about before we ask a favour of you"
Harry spent many hours wondering around and soon lost track of time he never bothered with all the stares he received he was to busy looking at the wonders around him.
They had been sitting down drinking some unpronounceable drink when a women with a red band on her head came over and spoke in rapid French .
"Harry they are ready to talk to you" Fleur said as she stood up, Harry finished his drink smiled at the women who had served him and they left .
Harry looked around sure he could never find his way along the branches and walkways amongst the trees but Fleur and the women with the red band had no trouble and soon the arrived at what looked like a great hall. He was led before a dais were 12 old looking women sat with young women with nasty looking tridents and other weapons stood behind them.
The one he had met before stood and walked towards Harry this got a gasp from many so he supposed it was normally the other way around. "Mr Potter as I told you we carry many parts of many souls around with us it does not help with anything after the person whose soul we have dies muggles as you English call them do not live as long as we do so a soul I picked up 100 years ago will do nothing for me but to add to my discomfort." She took a breath and carried on "There is a ritual and if you would I hope it will help free many of us from our burdens."
Harry spoke for the first time his voice carrying to all corners "What of me will I be carrying around more than any one of you or will I be driven insane. Do not tell me about a ritual and your suffering tell me why and what makes me the candidate for this ritual?"
Many gasped at his impertinence but others the older ones could understand it.
The old Matron looked at him and he met her gaze with one of his own and to the shock on many he was not the first to look away.
A voice spoke up it seemed tinged with age and something else.
"Mr Potter."
He turned a women who looked incredibly old was being carried to him she was in some sort of chair with handles on the side. If he had looked around he would have seen every Veela knee on the floor even the 12 elders.
"My name is Maxine I am what could be called the Queen of the Veela.
All Harry did was bow from the waist.
"My people have a very very old legend and you seem to fit most of it. If you do this ritual you may only help one or maybe two of us. I , NO we beg of you to consider it. There are fail-safes to make sure you are not hurt by this a barrier of sorts would be erected inside of you and the old souls would be behind it. The last person to do this ritual lived to be 140 years old, and he managed 2 of my people."
"Harry looked at her and smiled their eyes met and the Queen gasped "Mon Due I see their reasoning "
She looked at her bearers and nodded, they lowered her to the ground and she unsteady got to her feet with some help she made her way to Harry who walked towards her matching step for step, When they met in the middle she held out her arm and Harry took it.
He did know any significance of this he just took an old women's arm to help her to the dais even if she was a Queen of a nation.
Once seated in the centre chair she passed him a small pamphlet to read it was in English but had no title.
He sat and read it through twice before he stood up and nodded ."When shall we begin?"
A gasp went through the hall and the Queen and her advisor's smiled a small smile.
"We can begin now if you wish?"
Harry nodded and a small table and two chairs were brought forward. A Goblet of blood red was placed on it along with a knife that seemed to suck in light it was so black. The curved edge and stubby handle reminded him off a Gurkha knife only thinner and a lot more evil looking.
"This is Miriam she is our mistress of rituals"
Harry looked around to see who had spoken but he had no clue, he did however spot a women covered head to foot in scarf's and he nearly burst out with laughter again it was a Veela Trelawney .
She had him sit in one chair then with the knife made a small cut on his head then another over his heart and a third on the corner of his mouth. She picked up the Goblet and put a few drops from each cut into it then started to speak in some weird language. After 5 maybe 6 minutes she stopped the knife now looked blood red while the Goblet looked like space so dark so alone as if not even light would be able to enter.
"He is ready for the first, he has been judged and found acceptable."
Harry tried to shake his head "Judged ?"
One of the old women came forward and with her came and even older looking women who seemed to be a bit mad she was talking to herself and kept hitting her arms with her forehead, her forehead was bandaged and so were her arms.
The old women spoke "Thiz eez my momon she need help"
She looked at Harry and he was about to shake his head again when he thought about the pamphlet.
He took a deep breath "know this I have read the rules of this Ritual and I say this until they swap back all are welcome to participate spread the word as many may not speak English I REFUSE TO BE JUDGED AND TO JUDGE OTHERS WHEN WE ARE different WHEN WE ARE NOT THE SAME SPECIES OR EVEN THE SAME SEX OR NATIONALITY ALL ARE WELCOME UNTIL NO MORE WILL FIT !"
There was total silence Then the old women sat her old mother into the second chair picked up the knife and made the same 3 cuts on her mother as was on Harry. The effect was near immediate her mother looked around and smiled "Mon Cherie" and she carried on in rapid French. Harry smiled as her daughter replied then the women's gaze met his and she spoke again in French. Harry smiled as she reached over and kissed him on the forehead before a happy daughter went to walk away.
"Stop I said all do you not wish the same as your mother?"
The women turned and stepped forward as some one called out what he had said (he presumed in French) She sat and made her cuts then seemed to shrink and then glow as a smile radiated from her .
Her Mother had now got her bearings and was staring at the dais "Maxine " an almost girlishly scream came from the old women. As she hobbled to what Harry presumed was an old friend.
What followed then was the 12 and the Queen all taking part in the ritual. The women (Trelawney look alike in Harrys mind) watched in awe as one after another Veela came to be cleansed many after the cleansing just collapsed and broke into tears. One A young Happy women kissed him several times and spoke how he had saved them all her, her mother, and her grandmother along with her great grandmother. Harry just sat and watched the Goblet get fuller and fuller it was only an inch or two from the top and as it was only 3 drops from each women and his 3 that was a lot of women. He smiled when Mrs Delacour sat and also became part of it. She was one of the few who could speak English. So he asked her about the general feeling of every one and what would happen if he did did not drink all the blood. She looked at him and a tear fell down her face "It would be the saddest day ever here for so many to be healed the extra souls are in that Goblet if you do not take them they will go back to the ones who are cured it might be to much for many."
Harry nodded "Is there a time limit on how long this ritual will last as I do not want it to stop before I drank from the Goblet?"
She spoke rapidly to the ritual women and sagged part in relief and part out of shock.
"Harry there are only 20 Veela left in the whole colony almost 200 have took part " she moved to one side as the next made her cuts and added her blood " Once the last one is done you have 5 minutes to drink it all. Do not worry you do not have to drink it all in one go you can drink some get your breath back and drink again as long as it is all gone after 5 minutes."
Harry smiled and nodded his thanks as yet another women kissed him he started to laugh Apolline looked at him puzzled. He smiled at her confusion.
"how many men can say they had 200 women want to kiss him and that the 200 were all Veela?"he laughed again.
"Ron gets angry when I have an extra chocolate than him how annoyed will he be with this?" he couldn't help it he broke out again.
"And what about all my poor fan girls like Ginny? How will they handle this ?"
He was about to brake of on another tangent of thought when a voice spoke up again.
"Mr Potter it is time for you to drink"
Harry looked around and saw no more women ready he looked at Mr Delacour and spoke.
"No chance this taste like strawberry milkshake is there?"
She shook her head and smiled "non, no very very little"
Harry went to pick the Goblet up but it was very full and he looked around many faces held hope many more showed fear. He moved the Goblet over to him and tipped his head forward and started to drink. As the Blood went down he lifted the Goblet up and carried on drinking to the surprise and joy of all he finished it all in one go.
"Bleck least not as bad as Skelly-grow or polyjuice. Can't see what Vampires like about it though"
A Gasp went through every one as the Goblet and knife swapped back to their own colours and a sigh of relief followed.
"Mr Potter" The old Queen started as she stood and bowed to him so did all the Veela present.
Harry held up his hands and spoke " I think after that I could allow you to call me Harry like every one else. Don't you?"
The old Queen nodded "Harry for myself and my people I thank you I I I "
she broke down and cried as did many others.
" I wish to leave"
They turned to Harry as he held up his hands. " I am tired and you seem to have much to celebrate please I mean no disrespect but I need some sleep." Then showing wisdom beyond his years he carried on" And I think you need to get to know each other again" as he thought of the first women to add blood to the Goblet.
The Queen nodded and looked at her old friend and smiled "Yes we do need to get re- acquainted some of our friends have been missing for a long time." she looked him in the eyes and this time she saw more not just the intensity but also compassion .She knew he understood and smiled and was again the first to turn away.
Mrs Delacour and Fleur looked on in wonder Fleur not so much as she had only been here a few times but her mother had always said what a burden it was to be Veela and the change in the very air itself was incredible. They took Harry's hand and led him to an apparition point . He felt the tug and soon recognised the Delacours apparition point.
He didn't want any food or anything just a nice warm bed so after a "thank you" for a wonderful day and a "good night "he was shown to his room.
The next morning after his exercises and shower he got up and headed down stairs.
So ends my second chapter thank you all for reading. And remember if you hurt yourself Laughing it was his fault (pointing to invisible friend again)