The characters of Harry Potter and Co. belong to the great Rowling.


The plot is all mine.


a Veela story

Slash

HPLM


"Hell hath no fury..."

Chapter three. A Witch with a Mission.


It took Harry a while to get his bearings. What had happened? Where was he? He couldn't see a damn thing! Why was he all sore? What the hell was he doing on the floor? Ok. Glasses first! When a piercing pain hit him he remembered. He spotted the tall blonde on the floor not ten feet away from him. Ignoring the pain he scrambled to his mate's side. Lucius! Oh no, he had hexed Lucius!

Lucius was unconscious but other than that he seemed alright. Thank Merlin! He'd never be able to forgive himself if he hurt him. Pulling his wand from his sleeve he levitated the Wizard to the comfort of the bed and then proceeded to floo Hogwarts. Something was definitely broken and he was seeing double even with his glasses on. He needed Madame Pompfrey to look him over.

Back at Hogwarts infirmary...

Madame Pompfrye was in the middle of arranging some new potions when she heard the chimney come alive. Moving out of the room she was just in time to see Harry collapse on the floor.

"Sweet Merlin! Mr. Potter!"

Close to three hours later...

Harry's trip back to consciousness was in stages. First he heard voices...people were shouting, arguing! Merlin couldn't they go elsewhere! Next, came the smell of antiseptic and medicine. Next came the feeling of coarse sheets rubbing against his bruised body. He had passed out after flooing and was in the infirmary again. He had intended to just come for some potions and a quick check up! Pushing the dull ache he opened his eyes.

"Silence! Be quiet I say. He's awake!" Madame Pomfrye ordered as she rushed to her patient's side.

"Here you go Mr. Potter." The medi-witch said offering him his glasses. Harry took them and quickly pulled them on.

"Thank you!" He whispered hoarsely as he tried to sit up What time was it? How long had he been gone from Lucius?

"Don't get up just yet Mr.Potter you have a slight concussion. And several bruised ribs."

Great, then nothing was broken! Harry couldn't help but smile

"Wipe that inane smile from your face you foolish boy! You could've been killed!" came the whispered hiss from Professor Snape.

"Severus!"

"Severus nothing! I told you this would happen! Lucius Malfoy is not a weak-minded idiot you can keep locked up like a fairy princess-!" The Potions Master shouted.

"They are veela mates!" Dumbledore interrupted. "They have to be together!"

Professor Snape shook his head angrily, "He's going to kill him!"

"No he's not! Don't say that! He'd never purposefully hurt me!" Harry had had enough! How dare they talk about him and his mate? They had nothing to do with them! He would work things out! They would be happy!

"You're in the bloody infirmary in case you haven't noticed! With a concussion and broken ribs!"

"They're not broken! They're bruised! And I know where I'm at! So stop shouting! We had a misunderstanding!"

"Arriving at ten for your eleven o'clock detention is a misunderstanding! This was a beating!"

"Shut up! You don't know anything! He didn't mean it! HE DIDN'T!" Harry cried tears streaming down his face.

Madame Pompfrey pulled the distraught teenager into her arms. Harry buried his face in her shoulder. The poor lamb... first Voldemort and now mate to the worst kind of Wizard! Would his suffering never end? "ENOUGH! Everyone out right now!"

"But-!" The Potions Master sputtered. Why was he getting kicked out? The beating had been the Headmaster's fault!

"But nothing! Mr. Potter needs understanding not someone to berate him for his mistakes Professor Snape! As for you Headmaster how could you think that leaving Harry in the presence of a Death Eater, even if he is his mate to be the best option! It's just as bad as leaving him with his relatives! From the frying pan into the fire, if you ask me."

"There were mitigating circumstances!" Dumbledore argued.

"I don't want to hear it! Out the both of you! Come back when you can figure out how to help him! NOW GET OUT OF MY INFIRMARY!" She ordered trying to calm Harry's sobs.

Both Wizards hesitated momentarily, "Well what are you waiting for? OUT!" the Medi- Witch ordered her eyes blazing furiously.

Minutes later they left.

"There, there Harry. You cry it all out and then we'll talk about it and figure something out." Madame Pompfrey whispered kissing the messy hair softly.

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A whole hour later when Madame Pompfrey felt Harry was calm enough to listen to reason she began talking sense into the young Wizard. "Now how about you tell me what happened?"

"He hit me, but he didn't meant it! He doesn't know what he's doing!""

"I see." Didn't mean it? Didn't mean to leave him alive most likely. "I need to know some things Harry." The boy nodded mutely in her arms. "First, why did he beat you? Second, can you tell me why you think he doesn't know what he's doing?"

"He couldn't leave the Manor and he got angry. And he's my mate...we belong together...I feel it...but he can't." Harry murmured mournfully. He was acting like such a girl but he couldn't help it...the veela inside him needed Lucius so bad. They both did.

"He can't? I don't understand Mr. Potter. If he's your mate he has to feel the connection between you especially if you're both half veelas." She was always kept in the dark when it came to most of the things that concerned Harry but that was about to change.

"He's older than I am so during the time it took me to be born and grow up to receive my inheritance he did something to himself so he wouldn't be a veela anymore." He explained tiredly.

Stop being a veela? That was ludicrous! "Mr. Potter one can not stop being a veela."

"I know but he did something so he wouldn't feel his veela side and..." Harry faltered unsure if he should tell the kind hearted woman about Lucius and Voldemort.

"Go ahead I'm here to help you young man."

"Will you try?" Harry asked hopefully.

Tipping Harry's chin to look into his eyes she promised solemnly, "Witch's honor."

"Thank you." He murmured wiping fresh tears away. After taking deep breaths he continued, "...he...he...he...hadhasarelationshipwithVoldemrt!"

What did he say? "I'm sorry but I didn't quite catch that."

Closing his eyes in shame Harry clarified, "He and Voldemort were lovers."

Lovers! Oh sweet Lord! No wonder the boy was so torn up! "Oh dear!"

"I was too late Madame Pompfrey... he'll never love me." Harry sobbed uncontrollably.

"Yes he will. You're he's mate Mr. Potter. His only chance at happiness, he can't love anyone else. No matter what he says or ...does." The Medi Witch explained trying not to shiver in disgust at the thought of Lord Malfoy and the Dark Lord together.

"But he hates me! I won't admit it to no one else but I think I can say it to you. I'm afraid he'll be able to ignore me and our bond. I'll die without him...I know it's only been months but I love him...I always have...and he loves...he loves the Dark Lord and it's killing me." Harry whimpered brokenly.

"YOU POOR BOY!" Harry's submissive veela must be simply dying inside.

"He loves him!"

"No he doesn't." Madame Pomfrey contradicted.

"but-" Harry looked at the medi-witch hopefully. Was he wrong?

"Harry you just said he doesn't know what he's doing. Lord Malfoy's under a spell the Dark Lord wrought up to control him. Lucius Malfoy is a veela. Veela's can love no one but their mate."

"You think so...he's got Lucius under a love spell?"

"Harry I don't even think it's a love spell he's got him under. But it is a spell."

"Then I break the spell... that's easy."

"Probably not that easy...but when is anything worthwhile easy Mr. Potter. Merlin of all the mate's to end up with!"

Harry heard the disapproval in the medi-witch's voice and was unable to quench the need to say something nice about his mate. "He's got beautiful eyes..."

The medi-witch harrumphed. Only a submissive mate would find something good to say about a mate like Lucius Malfoy.

"You don't like him do you?" Harry asked quietly.

The medi-witch considered lying but opted for the truth instead. "I can't say that I do Mr. Potter...but I like you enough for the pair of you so I will still help you but only under one condition."

"Anything!" Harry's hope soared while the submissive veela celebrated at the thought of an ally.

The witch laughed lightly, "Don't be so ready to agree."

"I trust you Madame Pompfrey..."

The witch smiled, Harry had such a kind heart. "Alright then...I want you to promise me that you will never let him strike you again."

Harry knew it'd be something like that, "I know you may find it hard to believe but I really don't like to get knocked around."

"I'm glad to hear that because there is no excuse for someone striking another like he did you. Not one."

The youth nodded in understanding and then began almost afraid, "Madame Pompfrey when I'm around him I want to do whatever it is to please him."

Sweet Merlin! Why hadn't Dumbledore taken a submissive veela's behavior into consideration before he left the pair alone! Surely he knew how Harry not to mention the Death Eater scum were bound to act. "And that'll present a problem. Nevertheless, you must remember that he is not himself and until this connection with the Dark Lord is severed he may try to hurt you so you will have to be ready to protect yourself."

"..." Harry frowned and looked away. He just wanted his mate to accept him.

The Medi-Witch sighed...typical submissive behavior...What to do? What to do? "Harry look at me. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

Harry looked up at the worried face. "YES."

"I'm going to help you...but you must promise me."

"What if he catches me by surprise?" Harry asked chewing his bottom lip.

Touching the boy's mouth light to make him stop the Witch was suddenly inspired. If Harry wouldn't do it for his well-being then he'd do it for that 'Death Eater Scum of a Mate of his.' Taking a deep breath she began "Harry... you have to think of the future. How do you think your mate will feel once all this is over and he finds that he abused you? He'll feel horrible! He'll hate himself for it! I know that's not what you want."

Harry looked stunned. He had never thought of that! "I don't!"

"Good, then you need to promise me you're not going to let him do it again."

"I promise." The youth answered earnestly.

"Excellent! Now, I want you to take some more potions and rest for a couple of hours. While you do that I'll see how we can get this mess figured out. When you wake...we'll take you back to Potter Manor."

"OK. Madame Pompfrey...do you ...do you think someone could check on Lucius?"

"I'll get the Headmaster to do it. Now take this potion, it's for the concussion." Harry obeyed and downed the vial and gave it back, "...and this one here is for the bruising." Harry downed that one too. "Now lie down." Once Harry was under the covers she stood up smiling, "I'll be back in two hours."

"How long was I out Madame Pompfrey?" Harry asked stifling a yawn.

"Not long just a little over three hours so don't worry I'm sure your mate is fine."

Madame Pompfrey sat by until Harry dozed off. Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy! What was this world coming to?

Squaring her shoulders for a fight Madame Pompfrey called a meeting with Professor Snape and the Headmaster. Lucius Malfoy was going to get his obsession with Voldemort over and done with real fast or the pureblood was going to wish he had been dragged off to Azkaban!

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