Chapter 3

Instead of going to class like he was supposed to, Harry ran to the closest place he knew he could be alone. He ran to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Thankfully the ghost was not in there at the moment. Harry sat on the floor behind the sinks, hiding from view of the door. He let the bag's strap slip from his shoulder and that is when he realized that it was too light. He looked at the bag and swore loudly when he saw that in his haste to leave the potions classroom he had grabbed Dracos' bag by accident.

Harry pushed the bag away and curled up around himself. He began to cry, realizing that he did not have just one mate like normal Veela. Of course, he should not have been surprised. He was Harry Potter and his life could never be normal. Why did fate feel the need to torture him? His two dominate mates were the two people who hated him almost as much as Voldemort had. A light flicking on his cheek had Harry looking down. Fey was looking up at him and licking at the tears running down his cheeks.

"I should bring you back to Professor Snape," Harry said to her. The snake shook her head.

"Master can wait. You are leaking from your eyes," Fey said.

"It's called crying, Fey. Humans do it when they're sad," Harry explained.

"Why are you sad?" Fey questioned. Harry did not answer. He stood and picked up Dracos' bag. He knew it would be suspicious if he walked into his next class carrying the Slytherins' bag but he had no choice. He sighed and exited the bathroom, making his way to his second class which was Transfiguration. When he walked in the room, everyone stared at him. They looked surprised to see a snake draped calmly over his shoulders.

"Mr. Potter, why are you late and where is your cloak?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"There was an incident in Potions, Professor," he said. He showed her his still red hand to prove his story. McGonagall nodded and Harry sat in the only empty seat available. The down side was that he was once again sitting beside Draco. The two boys' swapped bags and McGonagall continued her lecture. After several minutes Draco slid a spare piece of parchment to Harry. 'How much do you know?' was written on it.

'About what?'

'Veela'

'Nothing'

'How do you not know about yourself?'

'I was raised by muggles who hate magic.'

'Wouldn't Dumbledore tell his Golden Boy about his creature inheritance?'

'I didn't even know I was a Veela before this year.'

'Do you know anything about your family, Scarhead?'

'I know that my mom wasn't muggle-born. I learned at Gringotts that she was the first witch in a long line of squibs.'

'The gene may have come from her.'

'I know that'

'Do you know who your mate is?'

'...Yes'

'What house?'

'Slytherin'

'Gender?'

'Male?'

'Year?'

'Why are you so concerned about my love life?'

'If a Veela's mate rejects them, the Veela will die.'

'I have two'

'Two!'

'Is there something wrong with that, Malfoy?'

'No it is a great blessing. Fate is trying to make up for all of the sadness you must have felt in your life. You will be loved.'

'No I won't. My mates hate me.'

'Despite the past, mates cannot hate each other. They make up the same soul.'

'You and Snape have hated me since first year!'

Harry could not believe he had just written that. He had just admitted to Draco who his mates were. Draco did not write a response, just stared at the parchment with wide eyes. Harry did not dare look at him, not wanting to see the hate and revulsion in the other Veela's beautiful grey-blue eyes. Once class was finished, Harry bolted from the room and to his next class. He figured that as long as Draco and Snape did not reject him to his face then he would be fine. Harry could survive being lonely for the rest of his life; after all he had been alone all of his life already.

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Harry was getting better at avoiding people he did not want to be around. He made sure he was only around Draco and Snape during classes and nowhere else. If he did run into them then he made sure that he was never alone with either of them. He also made sure that he spoke to them as little as possible. He spent very little time at meals and was distancing himself from Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindor's that he used to consider friends or just hung out with. He was also spending more time with Luna and Neville and they were the only ones he really talked to anymore. They spent the majority of their time in the Room of Requirement and had even turned the Chamber of Secrets into their private sanctuary. Avoiding Ginny was harder than avoiding Draco and Snape and the rest of Gryffindor house, but with Neville's and Luna's help he was managing it.

Harry, Neville, and Luna had researched Veela using the books in the library and those provided by the Room of Requirement. There were not lot of books, but there were enough for basic information on the creatures. Harry began to notice that the longer he spent away from his mates, the stronger his allure was getting. This was not a good thing. He may not know a lot about Veela, but he knew his allure getting stronger was not a good sign.

Harry, Neville, and Luna were sitting in the library doing homework. They helped each other with the subjects they had difficulties with. Normally if one of them was weak in a certain subject than at least one of the other two was good at it. It was peacefully until a Hufflepuff girl looking through the books several shelves over, screamed. The three jumped up and hurried over, wands drawn cautiously, seeing that Madam Pince was doing the same, a cross expression on her face. The girl was moving away from a black snake with white markings. Harry recognized the snake and scooped it up before Madame Pince could stop him.

"She's a friend of mine, Madame Pince. Her tank must not have been locked so she came looking for me. I'm sorry if she caused a disturbance," Harry said to the strict librarian.

"Make sure your friend doesn't make any more unexpected visits to the library, Mr. Potter," Madame Pince ordered in response.

"Yes ma'am," Harry said with a nod. He, Neville, and Luna went back to their table while the Hufflepuff girls' friends were trying to calm her down.

"Fey what are you doing here?" Harry hissed to the snake now coiled around his arms.

"I came to find you, Serpent Harry. I needed someone to talk to," Fey replied.

"Your master will get mad at me again," Harry protested.

"He will not notice my absence. He is too busy with his bubbly liquids," Fey told him calmly. Her tongue flickered out at Harry and the teen could not resist rolling his eyes at her.

Harry sighed and placed the snake around his neck, gently coiling her body. Fay lay there, draped contentedly around his neck. Luna and Neville to their credit did not seem to be very bothered by Harry speaking to the snake quietly while he did his homework. They fell back into comfortable silence, the air penetrated only by the scratching of quills against parchment and Harry's and Fey's soft hisses.

When it was time for dinner, they placed their things in their respective common rooms and then headed to the Great Hall. They entered and sat down at the Gryffindor table together; even Luna. Neville and Luna sat on either side of Harry but that did not stop Ginny from shoving herself between the two boys, practically sitting on Harry's lap. Fey hissed angrily at Ginny, her hood flaring out and poison landing on the girl's robes. The red head shrieked and fell off of the bench in fear. Gryffindor's, Hufflepuffs, and some Ravenclaws started laughing at her while the Slytherins merely smirked. Ginny scrambled up and quickly found a seat further down the table with a group of girls a few years younger than she was.

"Thank you Fey," Harry hissed quietly.

Food appeared on the tables and everyone began eating. Word quickly spread through the hall about the king cobra settled around Harry's neck. During desert Professor Snape stood and made his way down from the teacher's table. He walked to the Gryffindor table and students watched him warily as he passed. Snape stopped when he reached Harry and his two friends.

"I believe you have yet again taken my snake, Mr. Potter," Snape said coldly. Harry looked up at the black haired potions master who was his primary dominate mate.

"I didn't take your snake, sir. She came and found me in the library. You can ask Madam Pince if you don't believe me," Harry said. He began to carefully uncoil Fey from around his neck but she simply slithered up his arm.

"I expect Fey to be returned to me by the end of class tomorrow," Snape said. He turned and walked out of the Great Hall.