Dark Desire Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

-Ladythik's Original Author's Notes-

Summary: The life of Harry Potter has never been a simple one, and a mate was the last thing he needed to complicate it further. Sadly for him, when Draco Malfoy comes into his inheritance and discovers that Harry is his mate, that is exactly what happens. Draco would do anything to claim Harry as his own, even going so far as putting an old law into play that makes Harry the property of his dominant mate. With war on the horizon and the knowledge that the Malfoy's are still on Voldermorts side, what is the savior to do? Would he fight till the end against the bond or would his hidden desires win him over?

Warnings: Male/male slash, explicit torture scenes. Mpreg in later chapters.

Chapter Two

Harry felt restless.

It might be just him being overly paranoid, in fact he hoped it was that as he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was gonna happen. Something that didn't bode well for him.

He groaned in distaste knowing that his 'feelings' rarely, if ever, proved to be wrong. And he had this one for a while now.

Shortly after arriving back at the castle after Christmas, it had been the first time he had gotten the uneasy feeling that he always got before something big happened, usually something bad, and it had been affecting his sleep for the past two and a half months. Over the spring break he had been relieved to get out of the castle, expecting to be able to relax and get some decent rest away from Hogwarts. Surprisingly though, the edgy feeling had only grown stronger over break until he was lucky to get two hours of sleep a night.

He was jumping at every sound and both Sirius and Remus had noticed it. His godfather had pulled him aside and asked him about it, and then provided him with a sleeping potion. He had actually gotten five hours before some nightmare he couldn't remember had woken him screaming in the middle of the night.

Last night though had been the worst when, after arriving back at the castle, he was blindsided by a headache from Voldemort. Something had happened to make the Dark Lord deliriously happy, which normally meant something terrible for him.

Wasn't that just lovely?

He sent a note to the Headmaster and had also used the charmed mirrors to contact Sirius and let him know. Sirius had made him promise to contact him if anything happened and his godfather had gone a bit further and warned him about the possibility of Voldermort being able to see through his eyes and be able to send false visions as well. At least the stupid dreams about the long hallway and the door had stopped, but he was still very worried. For one thing he had to deal with Umbridge and the DA. Stupid toad!

He was just so bloody tired and he wasn't even sure what exactly he felt was wrong,. All he knew was that something was coming and he couldn't decide if it was good or bad for him. It didn't feel dangerous, just life changing.

Still, he couldn't let a feeling control his life. He'll deal with it when, and if, it happened whatever was supposed to happen.

Pushing away the uneasiness he felt he tried to focus on Ron and Hermione who were, like usually, bickering about something or another.

This time it was about a tortoise shell.

"I am telling you Hermione, a tortoise shell is not a good base. Just because it has stabilizing qualities does not mean it would be a good base. Amulets need a base with inherent magical charging capabilities. Tortoise shell is only capable of being recharged a few times and the charge runs out too quickly. You need something from a magical animal or some kind of precious stone or metal."

"And I am telling you Ron, that for the patroni amulet I want to construct the only thing that could possibly work better is either unicorn horn or dragons gold. Neither is cost appropriate as I would need a good amount of either unless I mixed it with precious gems."

Harry was tired but he broke in between them before the argument could escalate higher. He had already come up with his own design for the amulet they were to make for the charm project and so gave them some advice.

"You just need something easily rechargeable and then you can use etched on runes. Unicorn horn would be nice if you were to actually win and be able to sell your design to the ministry, but for the class presentation tortoise shell will work. You just need to do the proper arithmancy equation to show the most probable outcome of switching the two bases."

"But Flitwick wants it to be a holder of the patroni charm. He said nothing about runes." Ron protested, his ears becoming red as he felt that Harry was taking Hermione's side.

"He gave out the rule packets and they mention anything is allowed so long as the amulet is magically stable," Hermione stated imperiously before turning, with a huff, and proceeding to ignore Ron in favor of speaking with Lavender.

Ron looked like he might explode.

Harry contained his chuckle at his two friends normal banter and enjoyed his meal when, all of a sudden, as he was half way through lunch, his instinct spiked dangerously. What ever had been bothering him was about to reveal itself. Be it good or bad. He just knew it.

His friends took immediately notice of the sudden change of posture, from exhausted and uninterested to tense and ready in seconds, their unofficial leader. The people around him began quieting as, drawing his wand, he turned on the bench to face the doors to the great hall.

Feeling unexplainable tense, Harry noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that those who were in the DA and were near, had all followed his example and drew out their wands slightly changing their posture so that they were all in a position which would allow them to easily jump and start to duel if necessary.

A small smile pulled at his lips, as pride swelled inside his chest while looking at them. They have all learned so much and he could proudly say he had lent a hand in their training.

The tension drew high when, as though it was scripted, the huge doors of the Great Hall were thrown open letting in the strangest group of people he had ever seen gathered together.

He had half way expected it to be Voldemort, with how strong his instincts have been screaming, but it was not. Instead the group consisted of Fudge, Malfoy senior and junior, a handful of pretty white blond people that look like they could be related to the Malfoy's or Fleur Delacour, Kingsley Shackelbolt and Amelia Bones. All of them were wearing serious expression with the exception of Lucius, who was looking smug, and Draco who was openly smirking in a show of disturbing happiness.

Harry shivered. Oh hell!

Tough he wasn't sure just what about the group was causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up he knew it was bad, like in really bad.

Warily, he glanced over at Hermione and Neville, who were both on either side of him, not taking the risk of looking behind himself to catch sight of Ron, to make sure they were still by his side. Hermione looked puzzled, a feeling with which Harry could certainly empathize as even himself didn't knew what in the bloody hell was happening, and the hint of worry that marred her features didn't do anything to make him calm down.

Neville, on the other hand, was wearing a look of confusion that it was slowly morphing into dawning horror making Harry wonder briefly just what was causing that reaction before his attention was drawn back to the group that was headed to the professors table.

Fudge leaned in and whispered something to Dumbledore who suddenly paled, looking shocked and then horrified by what ever has just been said. Likewise, McGonagall, who was seated on Dumbledore's right side, looked just as equally horrified by what had been said but there were also anger mixed in with her horror.

Harry glanced over at Hermione one more time before sliding his wand back in his holster, deciding that there were no dangers of an attack at the moment. Still, judging by his instincts, that have never failed him and were going haywire at the moment, he should have been in the middle of a life and death situation, not at the table relaxing. How...strange.

He decided it would be best if he just ignored what ever this was. Moving swiftly, he drew out his invisibility cloak from the bag, slipping it over his shoulders. It was a matter of moments before he disappeared, in a well practiced move, that only those right next to him would have noticed.

Hermione nodded at him an approval and, as one, the group surrounding him stood up, allowing him to slip away with them.

As they were exiting the doors he felt a pair of smoldering eyes burning holes into his back. He turned around under his cloak, once he was the only one left, only to see the burning silver orbs of Draco Malfoy locked on him like a target. That spike of unease shot through the roof when the blond arched an eyebrow at him making Harry turn and flee from the hall like the very hounds of hell were on his heels.

He had no idea where the absolute terror was coming from but he knew that allowing Draco Malfoy to get within five feet of him right now was not a good thing.

He hurried off to the astronomy tower, knowing no one would be up there just then and that, if they were to search for him, it would take a while to find him there. He removed his cloak and, after folding it up, he climbed the stairs around the tower up onto the battlements so he could look out over the lake.

He would give just about anything right now for his Firebolt.

It simply wasn't fair!

H could understand being banned from quidditch even if he didn't like it, well maybe, a very slight possibility for that to happen though, but still that hag had no reason to take his broom away from him all together. He seethed inside, torturing the toad in his mind in such a way that even Voldemort would have been terrified at the sight. He snorted.

What would everybody say if the boy-who-lived turned dark thanks to a pink bitch who banned him from flying? He felt like laughing imagining the headlines of the newspapers printing such news. Skeeter would have a field day.

Still, he needed to fly. It it was his one freedom, the sky being the only place in which he could be himself without any inhibitions and without holding back just as to make someone else feel better.

He didn't have to wear a mask and be strong when he was in the air, he just had to be himself. There, it was no Harry Potter, chosen one, boy-who-lived and would-be vanquisher of Dark lords. There was just... Harry.

If he wasn't so certain that the bitch would curse it out of spite if he demanded it back from the board, he would have filed a complaint and demanded it back by now. As it was, he was tempted to simply go get it himself.

After all, she had no legal right to take his personal property and, if he called her on it, with the slight possibility that the ministry wasn't so corrupt as he imagined it to be, he could actually have her charged and have her hit with a fine.

It was nice idea, too bad that it was only wishful thinking on his part. Still, the toad's time was drawing near. She would get hers soon enough. He just had to wait.

He had been relaxing out in the open afternoon air for a little over an hour, forgetting about time as he enjoyed the warm breeze that ruffled his hair making it even more messy, when Colin Creevy showed up to fetch him telling him Dumbledore was demanding his presence.

Harry smiled at the younger boy and chatted happily with him on the way to the gargoyle. Once there he gave the password 'Pepper Imps' and allowed the revolving stairs to carry him up to the top.

The door was open when he arrived at the top and McGonagall was standing there with her arms crossed and her lips were pressed so tightly together that her mouth simply looked like a slash. Her cheekbones were stained with bright spots of red and her eyes were glittering in fury. He had no idea of what was to come and the momentary flash of pity in her eyes as she stepped aside to allow him in did nothing to help his nerves.

The entire group that had entered the great hall during lunch was waiting in the office and Dumbledore was missing his customary twinkle. The most unnerving gaze was that of Draco Malfoy. Over the last few months Draco had gone from tall and thin to built up with intimidating muscle and his hair had been grown out, no longer slicked back in his younger year style but let to fall freely on his shoulders. His silver eyes had gone from childish to cold and hard and Harry had to admit the blond who had previously been nothing more than a pain in his arse had become intimidating,

He could admit to himself that he would think twice before willingly crossing the blond for no reason, though he will never say so out loud. It was even worse that, at six foot two, the blond was almost a foot taller than his measly five foot four.

Once he had entered the cluttered office he heard the door close ominously behind him and had to stop himself from reaching for his wand. Using breathing techniques he forced himself to remain calm and take a seat in the middle of the room in the only empty chair.

Dumbledore spoke up first.

"Hello Harry, my boy. Are you having a good day, have you been able to sleep better?" the old man questioned kindly, though Harry felt there was a catch to his apparently inquiring question of his well being.

He wasn't really in the mood to stall but, with the others there, he wouldn't give them any ammunition to hang him with so he would be perfectly polite.

"Today has been a bit worse than yesterday. I am afraid other than the night I took a sleeping draught over break, that I am only averaging two hours or less a night. I am still very tired headmaster so if we could possibly get to the reason you have called me for," he said, not so subtly nudging the conversation where he wanted it to go, wanting this finished as soon as possible.

"Of course my boy. Well I guess the best place to start is the beginning. What do you know about Veela Harry?"

It was an odd question, but the presence of all of the silver white blonds made a bit more sense. He thought over his limited knowledge before speaking.

"They are dark creatures, right headmaster?"

"They are actually classified as beings not creatures but close enough. What else Harry."

"Um, they have an aura which causes something like a love potion and a confundous mixed with an imperious. Their aura affects a wizard or witches mind which is why they are considered dark. They have general identifiers such as the trademark silver white hair and beauty. When angry they have a secondary form similar to that of a harpy and they are fire elementals by nature. That is about all I know headmaster."

"Well you got a lot of it but you missed one main part Harry. You see Veela have mates and when they come into their inheritance they scent their mates out. It is said to be the highest honor to be the mate of a veela."

He glanced around warily but the only women in the office were old enough to be his mother. With a horribly sinking feeling he chocked out his next sentence.

"I am afraid I have no idea why this has anything to do with me Headmaster. I don't see any just of age pretty blond girls here so obviously I am not a veela mate."

His attempt at levity fell horribly flat when a growl ripped itself from Draco Malfoy's chest. The blond quickly gained control of himself while Snape snarled out a response.

"Do not be deliberately obtuse Potter. You know perfectly well my godson is a full blooded veela and even your meager intelligence can deduce why you were brought up here."

He could feel the eyes on him and could practically feel the waves of pity coming from the headmaster and the aurors. Oh well, it didn't honestly matter to him, it wasn't like they could force him to be with Draco, mate or not.

"Well see professor, one would think so, but there is a flaw in that logic. You see the only recently of age veela in the room is Malfoy and as we are enemies and I am not gay this does tend to bring confusion into the matter," he said as calmly as possible.

Draco, apparently, couldn't take it anymore as he advanced swiftly, pinning his wrists on the armrests where he had them resting and getting right up in his face.

"You are mine Harry! My mate, my beloved. No one else's", the silvered eyed veela said, with a low growl.

Harry jerked back, attempting to back away even though he didn't succeed due to the chair he was sitting in. Oddly, in the back of his mind, he registered that for the first time on almost three months the throbbing unease he had felt was gone. He ignored that though, too busy attempting to force the large blond off of him. He wondered why no one was helping him but pushed that thought aside as well.

"I am no ones Malfoy, get you filthy hands off me. I am not gay and even if I were I would never date a dark wizard like you." he snarled himself, wishing he dared transform into his animagus form but not daring to risk it in front of everyone.

Lucius Malfoy spoke for the first time that day while Draco held him still, preventing him from escaping. "Is that your final answer My Potter, one last chance to take it back."

"I don't need a second chance death eater! Get your son off of me so I can go study." he growled out, his fury mounting and, with it, his magic.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye the Malfoy elder nod in the ministers direction and the aurors began walking forward. He ignored them in favor of unleashing a bit of his fury wandlessly and allowing his magic to burn Malfoy's hands, attempting to force him to let go. The blond snarled but didn't let go and Harry began twisting and kicking his legs trying to get free.

He was shocked when Kingsley and Amelia Bones both grabbed one of his shoulders and placed a hand on his thighs, holding his legs still. He could see McGonnigal trying to get to him but she was being held back by two of the veela and Dumbledore was slumped at his desk. He knew that what ever was coming was going to suck horribly and renewed his struggles allowing his magic to whip through the room pushing against everyone there and lashing out with actual attacks at those holding him.

He saw Draco let go and reach for something, a determined expression on his face and when his hands were visible again he held a small thin chain. Harry had no idea what it was and had absolutely no desire to find out either.

Unfortunately, despite his magic going full scale, he was unable to hold off the blond and with long fingers the thin chain was fastened around his neck. Suddenly the harsh wind and bolts of energy died and he felt horribly empty.

He had never, ever, felt anything so horrible, so terribly, unnaturally wrong and suddenly he couldn't catch his breath.

He was chocking, and an empty sort of pain surged through his body ripping a scream from his throat as something precious was stolen from him. The hands let go but his vision was gone, blinded in his terror and despair as he reached up to rip at the chain around his neck, still unable to breath.

No, this wasn't fair, they couldn't have, it was impossible. If his horrid muggle relatives had failed to beat the magic out of him after so many years of trying how could one simple chain take it. Hands were grasping at him as he threw himself at the floor clawing at his neck, breaking the skin while trying to breath and rip the chain off at the same time.

He registered a buzzing of voices, people shouting his name and someones warm soft hands touching his face, trying to gain his attention but his vision was going black and his movements were weaker. He couldn't breath and was loosing consciousness fast. The last thing he registered as he slipped into the darkness was strong arms holding him tightly before there was nothing.

Draco's POV

As planned the night before we met up with the minister and his two aurors at Hogsmade at noon. Father had called some of the council to witness just in case. Together we all headed up the hill to the castle. He was so excited that his father actually hit him with a stinging hex to make him behave.

The group leisurely strolled across the sloping grounds while his father and the council explained just why the aurors were there.

"So you mean to tell me that you plan on forcing the Boy-who-lived into virtual slavery without explaining to him what should happen if he refuses." Madam Bones shrieked, glaring coldly at the veelas.

He returned the cold gaze tenfold on her, stopping and forcing the others to stop with him.

"Madam, perhaps you have no knowledge of just who you are addressing because we make a habit of hiding things from the general population for our safety, but my father is the King of the veela race. You will not shriek at us, we will not tolerate the lack of general respect."

He watched as the witch drew in a sharp breath at the news and saw the knowledge flash in her eyes. Now she knew why Lucius was never charged after the last war, it would have only led to a war with the veela race as a whole if the wizards had sentenced him to Azkaban. He nodded at her before speaking again.

"The law is not uncommon knowledge, anyone our age should already know of it if they bothered to study the books of the veela race, not to mention that Harry is the last heir to an ancient and noble family so he should have been learning this stuff since he was able to read. If he does not know then the blame falls on his guardian and himself."

No one there could deny his logic, it was the truth. Madam Bones nodded in defeat, although her eyes still burned in helpless anger. She could do nothing to put a stop to this.

Draco turned and began making his way towards the castle with faster steps, he was so close to his mate, just a little further and Harry would be his.

Soon my beloved, soon...

When the doors to the great hall were opened he glanced towards the Gryffindor table out of the corner of his eye. He felt his fathers hand on his wrist, sneakily warning him from going to his mate. His attention was caught, however, by the majority of the fifth year and up Gryffindors having their wands drawn, even as they had them concealed. His mate, his Harry, was doing nothing to hide his wand.

He was distressed when he saw the dark circles and defeated posture in his mate. He had heard rumors that Harry hadn't been sleeping well since yule and had noticed his distractions in class, but this was worse. Harry actually looked physically ill. This would not do, what ever was bothering his mate would be dealt with soon enough.

Draco followed his father and the rest of the group to the front of the hall, keeping all of his senses on his mate while he did so. He could barely hold his smirk when Dumbledore and McGonagall both paled when the minister told them the news. He ignored them to watch his mate and was surprised when he saw the invisibility cloak, it explained so many things. He would have to take it from him until he accepted the bond, or perhaps he would allow him to keep it and he would just prevent it from being able to leave a certain room. Yes that was what he would do, he would allow him to keep it but would spell it unable to leave his closet.

He couldn't see through it but he could sense exactly where his mate was. He watched as the group of Gryffindors rose and surrounded the cloaked form of his mate and then moved as one. They broke off every two or three feet, stopping to visit someone or head across the hall until only the golden trio was left.

Right before the doors his senses told him his mate stopped while the other two continued on, either not knowing or not caring. He watched the place where he knew his mate to be and noticed the odd shimmer in the air as his mates form twisted, likely turning back to look at them before his senses flared as his mate took off at a fast run.

He followed him with his veela senses, the little buzz in the back of his head informing him of his mates emotions. Soon enough he felt him stop up near the astronomy tower. He kept the bond open to make sure he would know if Harry was in any danger while he followed his father and the others up to the headmasters office. Once they made it up the stairs everyone conjured seats as there were not enough, and he sat at the right side of his father who sat directly in front of the headmasters desk.

"Now, Lord Malfoy, why don't you explain what this is about." the old man prompted his father, almost all twinkle gone from his eyes leaving a cold expression to take its place in the wizard's orbs.

Suddenly, Draco could see why this wizard, whom he always thought of as an old coot, was able to defeat Grindelwald, could make his Lord, Voldemort, wary and was also considered as one of the greatest wizards ever alive. No matter though. Not even he could stop him from claiming what was rightfully his.

"As you well know headmaster, the Malfoy family has long had veela blood, which always comes out dominant in any blood line. Draco turned sixteen right before the spring break and, in doing so, he came into his veela inheritance. What you were not informed of was that he scented out his mate before he left the school for the break. His mate is none other than Harry Potter," his father drawled, obviously enjoying tormenting Dumbledore.

"Ahh, I see. Are you certain that young Harry is his mate and that something hasn't interfered with the bond?" the old fool tried, clawing at straws. He should know better than to doubt a veela searching for his mate.

"I am absolutely certain Headmaster. I can tell you exactly where Harry is at the moment and exactly how he is feeling. Send someone to check if you think I am lying." Draco snarled, feeling the pent up tension of being so close of his loved one but still unable to hold him, to love him.

"No need for that, young Malfoy. I was just asking to be certain. Now if I may ask, why did you feel it necessary to bring so many from the veela council and aurors as well?"

Lucius motioned to one of the council to take over. Many knew who they were, their faces were the public faces of the veela race. But hardly anyone knew that the Malfoy's were the royal line and they planned to keep it that way. Madam Delacour took over the explanation.

"There has been zome concern over ze Potter boy accepting ze bond. I 'ave 'eard a great many zings from moi granddaughter about ze boy once she visited here last year for ze tournament. She has informed moi zat young 'Arry zeems to not know of his 'eratage. Ze council fears that 'arry will not understand zat a veela bond is a wonderful zing. There ez worry zat he will attempt to reefuze ze bond. Az you know, 'arry and monsieur Malfoy 'ave a delicate 'istory. We are 'ere to ensure that can not 'appen. Ef et ez necessary we will eenact ze treaty, which will allow Draco to do what ez necessary to get Harry to accept ze bond. Ze aurors are 'ere to eensure zat you do not attempt to interfere where you 'ave no right to." she sat back against her chair, simply waiting.

Draco took vindictive glee at the look of utter horror on McGonagall's face and the lack of twinkle in the old mans eye when he realized that there was no way out of this. Harry would be his no matter what the old man tried.

"But Harry was raised with muggles, he may not know about veela law, about the treaty." McGonagall spoke up, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Being placed with muggles should not have stopped anyone from teaching him of his heritage, of his world. If he does not know the consequences of refusal then you have no one to blame but yourselves. We have tried for several years to instate a class in which muggle borns and muggle raised students could be introduced to the wizarding life but Dumbledore has prevented it at every turn. If we are forced to use the treaty to force Harry to bond with my son then I will bring the full weight of my political power to have you stripped from the position of headmaster." Lucius drawled out, vindictively.

Draco smirked viciously, knowing that soon enough Dumbledore would be stripped from the school, if for no other reason than for hiding his mates heritage from him. The rest of the wizengamont and the school board would be furious for the consequences of his act.

He sat back and waited when McGonagall was sent to fetch Harry. He listened as Fudge and several of the others berated Dumbledore for hiding things from Harry and refusing to allow the class to be taught. Fudge and Umbridge were both tearing strips off the man and Draco was enjoying it, but when the toad like bitch commented that Harry was ignorant he could not prevent a growl from echoing through the room. She shut up quickly at that when she noticed his fingernails had turned to claws and he was watching her like prey.

Ten minutes later McGonagall made it back saying she had sent the Creevy boy to fetch Harry. Draco focused on the bond then, paying complete attention to where his mate was and how he was feeling. He noticed instantly when Harry rose from where he was sitting to begin heading to them, to him and he couldn't help himself from becoming excited.

'Come to me, Harry. Finally, today you're gonna become mine'

A few minutes later the McGonagall stepped aside to let his mate into the room. He was beautiful, more stunning than anything he had ever seen and Draco was proud to have him for a mate. His hair was thick and black, shining like a ravens wing, contrasting with his alabaster white skin that, despite the dark circles under his eyes,didn't detract from his beauty. Harry's eyes were bright and oh so green, emerald green, more magnificent and unique than any jewel known to the mankind, but hidden behind those horrible glasses.

Oh well, that would be fixed easily enough. Honestly though, with everything Harry got into he wondered why no one had fixed them before now.

Harry was quite petite for a guy, not even reaching his chin when he was standing, but he was also slim and firm from quidditch, lithe was the correct term. Harry was wearing rags under his open robe, obviously not caring about his appearance. Draco though would have nothing of that. Those rags will be burned as no mate of his would ever been seen in such clothes. No, only the best for his Harry and he planed to order a whole new wardrobe for his beloved mate.

His Harry, yes, that had a nice ring to it, his Harry walked slowly to the middle of the room and took the offered chair tiredly. It bothered him that his little mate was so exhausted but he ignored it to focus on the conversation. It turns out the rumors of Harry having trouble sleeping were true, and in fact they even understated the full extent of the problem.

Two hours was not enough sleep, not by far.

He listened as his mate spoke of what he knew of veela. Dark creatures indeed, he inwardly mused knowing that Harry didn't know not even half of what they could do. The effects of the aura were true enough, but the veela could hide their aura if they chose. When the old man spoke up about how being a mate was an honor he could hear the distaste in his voice.

"I am afraid I have no idea why this has anything to do with me Headmaster. I don't see any just of age pretty blond girls here so obviously I am not a veela mate." Harry then spoke, with his clear, musical voice and Draco couldn't hold back the snarl at the idea of another attempting to claim his mate.

Harry was his, no one else. His godfather snarled out a response, and while he wanted to be angry at the man for speaking like that to his mate, he was doing it for Draco so he couldn't hate him.

He couldn't take it anymore, Harry was going to try denying him, he couldn't hold back his veela. He approached swiftly, using everything he had in him to not fully transform, but he knew his fingernails had turned to claws so he was careful to not grab Harry to him and instead simply pinned his thin wrists to the arms of the chair. He had to make him see just how much he meant to him.

"You are mine Harry! My mate, my beloved. No one else's" he said, moving so that he was only inches apart Harry's face.

His mate though, his delicate little mate jerked back and his emerald eyes lit up with a fury rarely seen. Harry denied him, trying to get him to let go and his heart broke a little before he shut it away, ignoring it. Harry would see, eventually he would see.

His father tried to get Harry to accept, giving him one last chance, knowing Draco didn't want to put him in the binding collar. When Harry refused again he glance to his father who made a motion to the others in the room, signaling that Harry had been given a chance. While he hadn't been paying attention Harry must have become frantic and the flesh on his palms began to blister and burn eliciting a hiss from him. Madam Bones and Auror Shackelbolt both hesitated but once Harry had burned him they moved forward to help restrain him. Once they had him held down Draco turned to his father who pulled the binding chain from a pocket in the inside of his robe.

He could feel his mates power lashing through the room, fighting them, and it could not be allowed to continue. "Remember son, he is likely to go into shock with the binding of his magic." his father reminded him. He nodded and turned back to the chair, seeing Harry thrashing and trying to break free.

He noticed McGonagall had to be held back from interfering, likely trying to help Harry escape, while his godfather simply watched on. He moved quickly, trying to get this over with as soon as possible, not wanting his mate any further traumatized by what was happening. He reached around and with a bit of magic he sealed the collar on his mate, his magic making it so only he or his father could remove it.

As soon as the chain was snapped close the two aurors let go and he watched in distress as Harry's pupils dilated in shock as the magic stopped suddenly through the room. It hurt him when Harrys eyes widened even further in terror and his mate screamed in pain and terror. Harry reached for his throat, clawing at the thin chain as he threw himself from the chair and away form them. It was terrible to watch and he could feel the distress and agonizing terror through the bond as he moved to grab at his little mate.

"Harry, stop, stop Harry, come here. It will be alright, just stop." he cried as he tried to grab the hands and stop them from causing more damage. The others around him were also trying to calm the small body but Harry was to far gone. He grabbed his mates face, trying to get him to focus but Harry's eyes were glazed and his breath was coming in shallow and fast, like he couldn't breath.

Finally he simply lifted the small huddled form into his lap, holding him tight and rocking him until Harry finally lost consciousness. He could feel the tears in his eyes at having to cause his mate so much pain and he buried his face in the wild dark hair to hide them until he felt his father come to rest on the floor beside them helping him to stand while he held his precious burden in his arms. He hated that so many had seen Harry in such a state, not wanting any of them to have any knowledge of his mate's weakness.

He held harry bridal style as his father explained that they would be retreating to Malfoy manor and that he and Harry would take their NEWTs privately that summer.

"But the boys need the stability of school, especially Harry. After everything else don't you think he should at least be allowed this choice." the old man said, attempting to play on his guilt, but he had none to give to the fool.

"Harry will be weak and vulnerable without access to his magic. For the past four years this school has had several instances where it was a miracle that students did not die. Especially Harry, always in the heart of the things. No, I will be taking Harry to where I can be assured of his safety. If he accepts the bond quickly then we will be back for the start of sixth year, if he continues to fight me then I shall have private tutors brought to the manor for us."

"My son is correct Headmaster. It is his right to do anything he feels necessary to protect his mate. Hopefully with the time to get to know each other Harry will come to accept the mating more quickly. Now if you would call an elf to pack all of my new son in laws belongings we shall head home."

Draco noted the flash of anger in the old mans eyes before with a malicious smirk the old man called for Dobby. The little elf had always been odd, an inheritance form some great aunt who had experimented with potions and curses on the poor elf. It had been driven mad and by the time they had inherited it, the elf was convinced Malfoy's were the devil and was always trying to punish itself because it believed they wanted him to. In reality they wanted the elf gone and Harry had actually helped them in that regard, not that they had ever admitted it to him.

In reality their elf's were well cared for and hardly ever punished, like a child, only when they did something horrible. Poor Dobby's mind was so bent and twisted he was always doing something out of spite like purposefully breaking expensive vases or destroying portraits and old books on the dark arts. Granted the whole thing with the diary was something good the elf did but he had twisted it so badly that he had actually hurt Harry more by trying to help than if Harry had just been left alone.

The little elf appeared and squeaked in terror when he saw them. Obviously being free had not helped the creature regain any of his sanity. He shifted slightly, moving his mate around so that he was holding him on his hip like a small child. He thought about just how little his mate weighed, he had realized the clothing hid a lot but until he had held Harry's stick thin wrists he hadn't realized just how much. Harry was so far underweight the private healer was likely going to confine him to bed under a strict regime of potions until he gained at least a stone.

He turned to the little elf cowering on the floor and spoke civilly to the wretch. "Dobby, you are to go fetch all of Harry Potters belongings and bring them here. Harry is being removed from Hogwarts for his safety. If you leave anything here at the school then I will inform the head elf of Hogwarts staff. Hurry, you have ten minutes."

The elf squeaked and popped away hurriedly while his father gave a rueful chuckle. "Thank the darkness that little wretch is not our problem anymore. Honestly, whatever Callidora did to it has addled its mind beyond repair."

There were a few shocked looks around the room when Draco just nodded and clutched Harry to him tightly. He was able to wrap his left arm all the way around his mates waist which showed just how tiny he truly was. He was adjusting him when his hand brushed the fabric of the invisibility cloak. It was an odd feeling, like running his hand through water that wasn't wet, if that made any sense. He quickly pushed it back into the pocket, hiding it from the room. He would show it to his father when they got home.

Soon enough Dobby was back with the trunk packed and the firebolt in his hand. He was sniffling and his large eyes were watering but Draco ignored him as best he could while his father shrank the trunk and broom and slipped them into his pockets.

Unable to bow due to the precious burden in his arms he settled for a nod in his godfathers direction before turning and leading the way out of the office. On their way through the school the large group got may strange looks, people shocked to see the golden boy in his arms. Well the news would hit the papers by tomorrow, his father having sent a press statement out after printing this morning. If they were lucky it might even make the evening edition.

At the edge of the grounds Fudge and the Aurors apparated away after his father slipped the fat little man a bag of gold. Honestly, life would be so much better when Voldemort took over, no more incompetent ministers or government officials and no more playing nice with people he wanted nothing more than to hex.

They would not be able to apparate Harry in through the wards until he had been added to them so for now his father pulled out his Malfoy pendant and everyone else touched on while he kept a firm grip on Harry. With a swirl of color and a hook behind his navel they landed in the entrance hall of Malfoy manor. He almost toppled over from the added weight in his arms but his father steadied him, anticipating the problem.

As one they headed through the house and up to the second floor east wing. The east wing was the family wing and where his rooms were. His parents had almost the whole third floor as their bedroom, the master bedroom being the biggest in the house. His rooms were on the second floor and consisted of a large bathroom and a sitting room and his bedroom, now their bedroom.

His rooms were done mostly in cream with a few sage green accents. Nothing like one would suspect, but honestly it was no fun being predictable. His bedroom, their bedroom, had a large king sized four poster bed. Unlike Hogwarts with the heavy curtain hangings, the bed only had a sheer cream panel of fabric that was left pulled back to let in light. One the wall separating the bedroom and the sitting room there was an open fireplace to let the heat into both rooms. The floors were hardwood, bleached to a light almost white color and there was a huge white bearskin rug one the floor in front of the fireplace.

By the window in the bedroom there was a chase lounge or a feinting couch in sage with cream pillow. The walls were a lovely light sage green with white crown molding and it made the whole room inviting. The sitting room had cream colored furniture with sage green pillows and a desk area with two bookcases. It was pleasant for entertaining in private and he was sure Harry would enjoy having the space away from the busy manor.

He carried his little mate over to the bed and, after that, his mother, who had caught up to them in the halls, pulled back the covers as he laid his precious bundle down. He ushered everyone but his parents from the room, telling them to call for the healer and then began stripping Harry by hand. As he had suspected, his mate was far to thin, dangerously so in fact. Draco could see each of his ribs and his tiny little wrists were nothing more than skin stretched over bone. What he had not expected to see was the massive amount of scars covering his little one. All over Harry's back were what looked like lash marks and he had other scars as well.

He couldn't hold back the growl that the sight caused him, vowing vengeance on who ever caused this. He watched as Harry's small body began to shake and he got chill bumps from the open air. Being as thin as he was he likely froze half the time. His mother, who was obviously distressed by the sight of Harry, hurried about calling the elves to gather some wood and get a fire going to help warm up the room. It didn't take long for the fire to be roaring and shortly after that Healer Braithwhite arrived.

The healer hurried about in his usual no nonsense manner and after tsk-ing at the sight of Harry began in depth scans that would tell him every injury Harry had suffered since his birth as well as any magical residue on him. Where on a normal person their age the list is maximum of a foot long, Harry's list was three and a half feet of parchment before it stopped. His mother choked out a sob while his father held her close, both of their veela rising to the surface at the knowledge this had been done to someone their veela recognized as family, pack.

After the healer looked over the list for a while making little hum and ahh noises he put it down and turned to them.

"What is the verdict?" he questioned, no time for subtlety at the moment.

"He has suffered a tremendous amount. I have not seen so much damage before in one so young His injuries are like something I would expect to find in one of the victims of a revel, not in a fifteen year old child. He has several bones that need to be vanished and regrown, it will hurt less than re-breaking them. He should weight about nine and a half stone for his height, but he only weighs six and a half stone. I do not need to tell you how dangerous that is. His digestive system is all messed up, his stomach is very small and he has sensitivity to acidic and high fat foods, but we can fix that with a few potions. His scars are deep though, some going all the way through the muscle which makes this harder to handle. What I want to do is dangerous, but is the only way to heal the scars completely." he hesitated.

"What do you want to do?" Lucius asked.

Braithwhight squared his shoulders and spoke. "It is in his best interest for us to systematically regrow a few inches at a time."

Draco caught on quickly. "You mean you want to actually skin him and then regrow the flesh?" he chocked out, horrified that the damage was so severe. That treatment was normally reserved for third degree burns.

"Yes. While each bit of skin is gone we can heal the scars that are in the deep tissue, fixing any ache and twinges he normally suffers through. I would not suggest this if it wasn't the best option."

Draco looked at his mother and father who both looked as horrified as he was feeling. If the scars were in the deep tissue, down in the muscle, then Harry had likely been in pain for a very long time. He had probably just become used to the pain and thought nothing of it, but this could take the pain away, making things better on his mate. If it would help him feel better, happier, then Draco would allow it.

"What else is wrong healer."

"His eyes suffer from spell shock, my guess is from the curse as a child. That will be simple enough to heal but his teeth have several cavities and likely cause him a good bit of pain when he eats. I would say that coupled with the long term starvation is the reason for why he is so thin. It can be fixed so no worry there. Once we are finished with everything he will be healthy, but he will be on bed rest for the next week at least. If you allow it I will call in a couple of helpers from St Mungo and we will get started now, so that he doesn't have to worry. I can give him a dose of dreamless sleep and he will have no idea anything is even happening until it is already finished."

The motioned him away to discuss it and decided it would be for the best, Draco didn't want Harry in pain any longer than necessary. Within half an hour Harry had been moved to the medical room in the manor and the healer was back with a team of two other healers and three medi-witches. He was sent from the room and force fed some dreamless sleep so that his veela would not react to the scent of his mates blood being split.

He slept through the entire nine hour process. The healers decided to start with vanishing the bones. Harry's whole left hand was vanished with how many times his fingers had been broken. Both his colar bones and one part of his skull along with four ribs, the right side of his pelvis and the bones in his left thigh. Several bones in each foot were damaged badly enough that they just vanished the lot of them rather than attempt to just do the ones that needed it. It took six doses of skelegrow and they were thankful the boy was in a potion induced coma or he would have been in horrible pain.

Once his collar bones and his ribs had grown back they turned him on his front and began stripping the skin form his back. It didn't take to long to get everything from right below his hair line all the way to just above his butt stripped. Then came the hard part. They had to work a few potions into his exposed muscles to heal all of the scars that went very deep and then they slowly used a potion to regrow the skin. Deciding to go ahead with the rest of his back the worked down the backs of his arms and legs and even his head. He had several scars on his head where it had been hit or he had hit it while falling.

The hands and feet were more difficult due to all of the tiny little areas but they managed and after his privates were finished they were only left with his face. By the time they finished the only scar left on his whole body was the lightning bolt on his forehead. For some reason the stupid thing would not heal even after they had regrown the skin it was still there but the rest of his body was perfect, not a blemish anywhere.

They healed his eyes and with a bit of healing potion mixed with fluoride and skelegrow they fixed his teeth making them sparkling white. Several potions for his digestive system were forced into him along with several nutritional potions to help him build up some fat supply and they had the unexpected side effect of regrowing the hair that had been shaved to allow them to strip the skin from his head, only now instead of only a couple inches long the hair was down to his waist. By the time they were finished Draco was awake and they had decided to keep him asleep for a few more days to allow the nutrition potions to help him put some weight on.

Draco had Harry moved back to their room once the procedure was finished and his father went off to inform the dark lord of just what had happened. If nothing else at least he knew that Harry was his now, nothing would every take him away.

Watching the sleeping form of his beautiful mate, Draco smiled softly. He still felt his heart ache from Harry's rejection and he knew that he won't be accepted by the boy easily. There will be a long way before his stubborn mate would see reason, he knew it, it was the boy's nature to be feisty, but boy he would have fun in the meantime.

If Harry wanted to play, they would play, but something told him he will be the one enjoying their game the most.

A bitter smirk appeared on his his flawless face while his eyes clouded with desire as his hold on his mate's form tightened.

Harry would learn whom he belonged to. That he was his.

No matter what.

...TBC...

-Ladythik's Original Author's Notes-

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