Hiya all, again with the late post I know, I'm horrible. I've been correcting this chapter for ages, trying to make it longer and portray how the characters feel. Well I do hope you likey XD

Disclamer: I own nothing but the plot. As you know, I'm not JK!


As Hermes flew away, Draco wondered if he'd done the right thing. He contemplated calling the falcon back, knowing that the bird would, but realising that he'd eventually have to face this he held his tongue.

Words escaped Draco as he thought of the reaction he'd receive when the letter was read. He imagined hexes, curses, swearing even, but the one that scared Draco the most was contempt. That his soul mate would abandon him, forever to wallow in self pity. Draco shuddered; he wasn't strong enough for that.

Freya chose that moment to walk into his room, concern evident on her face. She stopped in front of him and whispered.

"It's time to go." She looked sullen, no doubt feeling everything Draco was and not knowing how to help her brother. They left together, as a family, strong and ready to face anything.


Freya paced the front sitting room, she was restless and no amount of chastising from either parent was going to calm her stricken nerves. She could feel Dracos panic, his worry. And she in turn worried.

Beneath all appearances, even the concern for her beloved brother, there nestled envy. She wanted to feel the pull of her mate, wanted to meet him or her and enjoy the kind of peace and acceptance that comes with their very presence.

But; Freya noticed, she hadn't felt like Draco. There was no pull, no worry for her mate. Twas almost like she didn't have one. Tears welled in her grey eyes and she realised all too late that a sob had escaped her throat. Her parents were at her side in an instant; worried she felt something wrong with Draco.

No, Freya scoffed. Just me. No need to worry.

She scowled at them, he father backed off, knowing when she needed space. But her mother stayed near her daughter.

Hug me, she dared. Hug me mom. Please.

Even her thoughts sounded sorrowful. Another sob and arms circled her, face pressed into a chest, a mans chest.

DAD! She reeled. Shivers wracked her frame as she cried but even when she tired to pull away her father held firm.

Narcissa rubbed soothing circles on her only daughters back in an attempt to calm her.

The three of them remained like that for what felt like hours and Freyas tears had long since dried up before her mother spoke.

"It's time to get Draco."


Draco was anxious in fact he was the very definition of nervousness. He currently stood on the corner of a filthy street in Surry. His family around him, protecting him. His mother; dressed in a long traditional purple dress tailored to fit her perfectly, bore the Malfoy family crest in silver embroidery along the bust. His father, also traditionally dressed in formal dark blue robes also bore their family crest along his chest; lead the family towards their destination.

"Drake," Freya murmured bringing Draco out of his musings, he turned to her, looking pale and sickly. "Everything's gonna be fine. I promise."

In these times Draco truly appreciated having a twin. Freya grasped his hand and affectionately stroked her thumb across the back of it; a slight smile appeared on her brothers lips.

Narcissa noticed her sons' weak smile and bowed head; she frowned and hoped for the best. With motherly instincts she realised that everything would eventually settle into place. She placed reassuring hands on her beautiful sons' shoulders and leaned down.

"Calmly son." She whispered in his ear. His entire body relaxed, with both his mothers and sisters reassurance he felt nothing would go amiss.

As one they marched on, passing boring houses all lined up along the straight road. They came to a halt outside an ordinary terrace home, no different to any of the others. Hedges lined the meagre front lawn, neatly trimmed to perfection. The overly green grass cut short and what little flowers there were remained lifeless and average.

Lucius Malfoy stood facing a pale blue door with a large golden number. Being a paranoid man, Lucius gripped his hidden wand tighter beneath the folds of his robes. He took a deep calming breath, not quite knowing what to expect from the other side of the door.

As the head of the Malfoys reached his knuckles to the door to knock a large crash could be heard, followed by a shout that sounded awfully like "Boy!"

Then Draco groaned and doubled over.

"Dad!" Freya all but shouted. "Draco, are you okay?"

"Yeah but he isn't" Draco nodded to his father.

Lucius turned, knocking not on his mind. What I'd love to do is blast this sodding door down.

He resisted the urge and knocked loudly on the door just above the gold number four. The sound echoed in the small house and silence greeted their ears. Then heavy footfalls could be heard making their way towards the door and a moment later a purple-faced, large muggle man appeared in the threshold. He gave them a once over before his sour expression quickly turned to one of fear. He attempted to close the door but Lucius wedged his shiny black shoe over the threshold. Vernon Dursley abandoned the door with a squeak and all but ran to his living room. The Malfoys gracefully entered the house, Freya cradling Dracos arm.

The Dursleys huddled in a corner together whimpering.

They look rather pathetic.

Draco smiled weakly at this beloved sister and extracted his arm from her firm, comforting grip. She kissed his cheek before he began to ascend the carpeted stairs, very cautiously. One never knew what muggle contraption might jump out and harm him. The stairs creaked under his too light weight and Draco briefly thought of Malfoy manor where everything was a little too perfect, nothing out of place and certainly no creaky stairs.

As he reached the top Draco sighed heavily and walked on, the landing, as small as it was, bared left. The first door on his right was bolted five times.

Odd he thought. Maybe there's something illegal going on. Draco frowned. Focus.

One would think it was holding something dangerous. Yes that's it! A werewolf perhaps? Draco was about to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

He continued on but all the other doors appeared to be open and each of them was empty.

Wait…that means…. Draco felt like crying.

He stood rigidly outside the padlocked door breathing deeply, willing the threatening tears to go away.

His vision blurred as scenarios of what he might find on the other side of the threshold flashed through his mind.

A once tanned boy lay near lifeless on the wooden floor where a bed once lay. The light from the doorway causing the boy to groan at the brightness and roll away painfully. In doing so red welts all along his back and legs now became visible to Draco. He suspected that the boy had them all over his beautiful skin.

A naked and handcuffed boy is the sight that meets Draco as he opens the door. A horrified look passes across the boys beautiful face as he scrambles along the bed in hopes of putting distance between them. The once white sheet, red from blood coming from his arse. His ribs nearly popping from his skin look painful. Draco suspects they'd starved and raped him repeatedly.

The door creaked open and as Draco steps in the stale smell of rotting hits. A bed lies in the corner, the only furniture, with a body resting at its foot. The boys face set in a lifeless scream. His chest covered in blood, so much that his once white shirt appears completely red. Draco doesn't even want to contemplate…….

"Harry…" He sobbed.

Within seconds Draco's grief quickly became pure rage at where these muggles, who dared to call themselves Harry's family, where keeping him. His magic soared through him, now stronger than ever. In that moment, when everything became white and pure, Draco realised that with his family and the support they gave, he need never worry for Harry's safety again. Well…to a certain extent.

The door, even with five bolts, posed no threat to Draco's magic. The Veela within him throwing magic at the door, just to see its mate all that bit quicker. When the pure white light died down Draco's breathing was quickened. His Veela wanted to jump with excitement and happiness and Draco barely resisted the urge.

There he was. Harry Potter. His mate.


But of a cliffey here isn't there. Humm dunno whats gonna happen now *grins* We'll all have to wait ans see....