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Pairing: Harry/Draco so this is SLASH.

No MPREG in this story though it is IMPLIED that it happens in the future. If, by some odd reason, I change my mind, I do apologize now.

Also, Blaise Zabini is a girl in this story of mine. I know that in book 6, JKR finally reveals the gender of Blaise, but this was started before book 6 and anyways, I am not JKR so anything, ANYTHING, I write here is AU.

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CHAPTER SIX

HISTORY OF VEELAS cont.

Veela's are allowed certain rights in the physical defense of their mate but that does not give them free reign to accost anyone that offends their mate. Certain situations are automatically sanctioned in the Veela's defense, such as: defending their mate from physical attacks, defending their mates from mental attacks, and defending their mate and children if acts of harm are thought to be imminent.

This does not give the Veela unlimited right to harm another. But, in the defense of their mate, they are exempt from most charges.

Ss. 14.10 Self-Defense of Mate and/or Children

(1) Acts Excluding Convictions: Transfer to Veela Court

(a) at the time of the conduct charged to constitute the offense he/she (the non-Veela) was mated to the Veela in question; in which case the Veela Court shall have exclusive jurisdiction, or,

(b) at the time of the conduct charged to constitute the offense he/she (the Veela) was under the age of claim, or,

(c ) the offense charged is a crime of violence that is a felony or offence described in specific Sections of the Veela Law under Sub-section 23, and there is a substantial Veela Court interest in the case or the offense to warrant the exercise of Veela justice.

(2) Conduct Exclusions: Transfer to Veela Court

(a) conduct that the actor (the Veela) believes to be justified to avoid a harm or evil to himself, their mate, or their children is justified, provided that:

((1)) the harm or evil sought to be avoided by such conduct is greater than that sought to be prevented by Veela Law defining the offense charged: and

((2)) neither the Codex nor other law defining the offense provides exceptions or defenses dealing with the specific situations involved; and

((3)) a legislative purpose to exclude the justification claim does not otherwise plainly appear; and

((4)) claim, or the start of a claim, must be accepted.

(b) availability of this privilege as a defense to a criminal charge depends, under prevailing Veela Law, upon showing that:

((1)) the defendant (the Veela) believed physical force to be necessary for self-protection, or protection of mate and their children;

((2)) his or her belief was based upon reasonable grounds;

((3)) the force used was believed to be necessary to avoid imminent danger; and

((4)) the force used was not in excess of that believed necessary to repel the unlawful act; and

((5)) if unnecessary forced was used, was imminent danger present.

Though most Wizards are aware from birth of the consequences of harming the mate of a Veela, recent influxes of Muggle-born Wizards and Witches have caused countless problems for Veela's everywhere. New legislation is being written to take care of this problem, as always, it will err on the side of the Veela and their mate.

Excerpt from : The Veela Law

By: Anton Malachias

Information courtesy of The Hogwart's Library

anno domini merlin 1971.

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Power lanced through the room, green and white flashes as the boy in the shower fought to stay conscious. The magic faded and then pulsed brightly before stopping altogether. The shivering boy laying in the tub whimpered once and called out a name. He was hanging onto consciousness by sheer will alone. In his semi-conscious state he couldn't stop the nightmare he had been having for months now. He didn't want to experience it again. It left him feeling so empty and longing for something more. This was the first time he had ever experienced this nightmare while he wasn't actually asleep. The pain in his head flared and with another whimper he succumbed.

He couldn't stand the burning heat, the clawing, itchy feeling that made him want to crawl out of his own skin. He tried to reign in the feelings of despair that threatened him again but, as always, he was unsuccessful. Pain lanced through his head and for a second he regained consciousness. He struggled, fighting to stay awake, then the blackness claimed him again.

But then the pain and darkness crept closer to him and the screams of the unknown hovered just on the outskirts of the darkness, pushing it in with every faint beat of his slowing heart. He tried to stop the screams but the need…the want…the hurt was just too much.

"A nian asa." The voice was calling to him again. He wanted to go to it, to find it. But he couldn't move. "Asa'r oin."

His heart and soul screamed for a release, a need, that did not come, that never came. It burned him from the inside out and he knew, he just knew, that it was supposed to be a good thing, and it had been for a long time, but not lately. Now it was killing him. Claiming him in blood red, screaming pain, and empty blackness.

Giving in, he screamed out his agony. Thankfully, it only lasted seconds before the calm blackness of unconsciousness overcame him.

There was loud pounding coming from the direction of the outside door and faint yelling of his name could be heard. The only sound in the cold bathroom was the quiet whimper of the half-conscious boy laying in the bathtub, the water a light pink and emptying down the drain slowly.

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The ward had been quickly replaced but then taken down just as quickly when the Veela started screaming even louder. It seems breaking the connection before the spikes were done was going to be more painful than just letting them run their course. They stood around him as he lay on the floor, screaming and thrashing around in pain.

Finally the last spike hit and Draco drew in a big gulp of air. As soon as he let it out a feeling of wrongness started growing in the back of his mind.

"Something's wrong," he ground out through clenched teeth as he struggled to sit up.

"What's wrong, Draco?" Pansy asked gently. She reached down to help him but jerked her hand back at his growl, it seemed the Veela was fully in control now.

"Hurt." Draco struggled to stand.

"Who? Your mate?" It seemed the others had unconsciously voted her to be the spokesperson in this instance because no one else spoke.

"Yes." When he didn't have the strength to stand he started to crawl towards the door.

"Draco?"

"Have…to…hurt…" He struggled to speak even as he struggled to make it to the door. His body was bowed from the amount of strain he was putting forth to get him to move and slowly fading in and out of visibility. He was sweating profusely and they could feel the heat just flowing from him. The others knew that Draco, now experiencing what a Veela in his Clan does when their mate was threatened, was inexplicably in the final stages of claiming. If his mate died or denied the claim, Draco was dead.

Taking her life in her hands, Pansy kneeled in front of the struggling Veela. Ignoring his growls and threats she stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. Withdrawing her wand very slowly she first cast a calming charm and then quietly asked Blaise to go to their room and get her bag. Draco kneeled there as the calming charm took away some of the fear for his mate. He let Pansy's soothing voice help the calming charm work its magic.

Pansy kept up the quiet murmur as she waited for Blaise to get back. When the red head ran into the room, bag already open, all she had to do was reach in and remove the calming potion and hand it to Draco to take. Greg kneeled by the shaking Veela and helped him drink the potion. A few minutes later, Draco was as calm as he was going to get.

"He's hurt." Draco whispered brokenly. His lip was bleeding where he had bitten it all the way through. "Have to find him."

"We will." Pansy said soothingly, "let's get you fixed up first."

Draco growled and reached out and grabbed her shirt front, bunching it up in his hand. Greg reached out and wrapped his huge hand around Draco's thin one and squeezed forcing Draco to let go.

"Now." Draco pleaded as he finally let go. He was shaking so badly that his teeth were clacking against each other.

"Okay." Pansy was obviously shaken but she also understood his need.

At that point the friends looked at each other. No words were spoken, as none were needed, for each had known this moment would come for many years. Though they had never envisioned this. They had been brought up to show nothing-to anyone but their closest. But at this moment, they were the only thing they could be, terrified for their friend. And it showed on their faces. Their fear was there for any to see. Pansy was Draco's closest friend so it was understandable that she was the last to have her mask to fall. As soon as she was ready she raised her head and motioned to the boys to help the trembling Veela to his feet.

Greg and Vince helped him to stand and then had to hold him up as they made their way out of the room and down to the common room. They stopped at the floo where Pansy contacted Draco's father and requested his presence at his first available time. He vaguely heard his father say he would be there in fifteen minutes. He couldn't seem to care because his mate was hurt and that was the only thing running through the distraught Veela's head.

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The five Slytherin's walked the halls of Hogwarts, the Veela between the two hulking boys, slowly going insane. He knew his mate was somehow hurt. How, when they hadn't accepted the claim yet, he did not know. They shouldn't have that connection yet. But he did know. And his mate was hurt. And he couldn't find him. Not because he was hurt, he hadn't been able to find him before this. But he was hurt and something seemed to be guiding him to his mate.

Draco was growling now at each student they passed that turned out not to be his alona. He was pulling at the restraining arms of his friends but they had a tight enough grip that he wasn't getting away. He was still fading into invisibility but actually being on the move had slowed it down some, now, he was just a little insubstantial around the edges. A flash of red crossed his vision and the Veela stopped with a keening cry and shuddering body, searching desperately for the link to his mate but it was gone seconds later.

"He...is...un...c...conscious. B-bleeding. Ha...have to f-find." The voice was still Draco's but it was clogged with his desperation and fear for his unknown mate.

"We know, Draco, we are looking." Pansy's voice was no longer soothing to him and the calming charm she had placed on him earlier was already wearing off.

"Mr. Malfoy, is there a problem?" Came the calm, cool, voice of the Headmaster who was standing in the hallway blocking the Veela's progress to find his mate.

Draco growled at him and tried to pull his arms out of his friends' hands.

Pansy spoke over him. "His mate seems to be hurt. We can't find him."

"Hurt?" Dumbledore's eyes lost their usual twinkling and concern, then fear, flashed in them.

"You know…you know who-" Draco ground out as another spike hit him. He could not contain his anguished cry as the spike of longing, pain, and pure need swept through his body. Sweat broke out over him followed but a harsh wave of coldness. His vision was clouded by red again and this time it didn't completely fade away. He faded almost completely away before coming back into focus.

"Hurry!" He cried out as he tried to speak through the spike.

"I do, come." The Headmaster said hurriedly as he turned and headed up the next flight of stairs. The friends looked at each other in disbelief, then at the old fool, and then at Draco who could only shake his head. Greg and Vince firmly gripped the fading boy's arms and Pansy forced another calming potion in him. Blaise stood there, wand at the ready, to watch everyone's back. The other student's in the hall watched the Slytherin's, some with confusion and some with dawning horror as they realized what was happening.

The friend's ignored everyone as they did all they could to help Draco until he was with his hurting mate. One more telling look at each other and then they each turned to the stairs and eyed them disdainfully. Without another word they stepped forward.

"Great," Draco sighed in resignation, tinged somehow with hope, even as his foot hit the first step, "it's a bl-bloody Gryffindor."

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