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A/N: Hello again Lovies! Can you believe that last chapter? Holy cow! I went back and fixed some spelling errors as I was preparing for this chapter. I also updated the prologue. Not much changed plotwise, just removed a few sentences and added some more description to the binding ritual. You can see what Narcissa's magic looks like though, her "patronus" as it were.

I'm still Beta-less. My friend from the UK has a few chapters but hasn't gotten back to me. I attempted to see if there were beta's available from the UK but you can't search by country. I emailed a gent from Canada but we'll see. One step at a time right? I still need to fix some of the tenses in the last chapter I think.

Responding to a few reviews:

Guest: thanks so much. I'm a fan of possessive!draco myself. Not reading the last chapter means you missed out on quite a bit of information in terms of Harry's past and how I addressed some of the plot inconsistency with where my story is and where the illustrious J.K. Rowling was. I am quite fond of Hermione though, so I may be prejudiced.

Lex:thank you so much! You made me smile and I appreciate that!

Now that that's done lets get on with the story shall we?

*************Mates and Princes*********chapter 8*********

The room sat in silence for a moment as they absorbed Hermione's account. Harry hadn't expected her to address the last few years but it made sense to be on the same page. During various points in the telling Draco had pulled Harry closer and closer until he sat on his lap once again surrounded in his wings. Lucius was up and pacing, his wings also out and rustling in aggravation. Snape sat quietly lost in thought. Viktor held Hermione close as she sniffled. Harry pushed his way through the wings surprised at how heavy they were.

"Draco," he grunted "let...me...up" he squirmed out of Draco's arms and launched himself to Hermione. "I'm so sorry. If it weren't for me...Dumbledore wouldn't-"

With a choked laugh Hermione stopped Harry's self castigation, "-would Harry. Would is the word you should be using." she laid her head on her friends shoulder. "Dumbledore would be right here, right now in this very situation or one almost identical even if you were never born."

The adults startled looks landed on Hermione. "How do you come to that conclusion Ms. Granger," Snape said quietly

"There is an analogy, though I'm not sure of it's origins. "It's as plain as the nose on my face," it means that it's obvious and requires no intelligence or extraordinary effort to see. That man is just so—so-ugh I just can't even think of a word."

"Just so," Lucius said quietly as he sat beside Snape, flaring his wings behind the darker man.

Harry felt hands at his hips pulling him away from Hermione with a quiet growl. Hermione smiled at Harry as he grimaced. "Malfoy really, is that necessary?" the young witch teased.

Draco just growled and wrapped Harry in his arms once again. "Mine." He nuzzled into Harry's neck. "In trouble."

"Trouble?" Harry looked surprised his Veela. "I didn't do anything except give my friend a hug. You are just going to have to learn to live-"

A kiss interrupted what was sure to have been quite a rant. Everyone seemed amused by the young men's antics. "You are hiding things," Draco said as he pulled away from the kiss, still nose to nose. "I can not condone such things to continue. Explain your wounds I had to heal, why Hermione is worried about your weight and remove your glamour. Please." The last was said just to be polite and everyone in the room knew it.

Harry sat up and gave a glare to Hermione.

"They need to know Harry. Those people that Dumbledore calls your family are beyond vile. As to the glamour Harry, we all need to know in order to help you. Maybe once we know more you'll find you don't need it, like Viktor here," she patted the mans leg.

Harry huffed. Lucius looked at him with a raised eyebrow indicating that there would be no help from that corner. Snape had an inquisitive aire about him. No help from any of these people.

"You are safe with these people yes malenjkij brat {little brother}?" Viktor asked

Defeated Harry sighed. "Fine," he battled his way free of Draco's arms and wings once again. "Put those away," he huffed.

Draco sprang up, wrapping his mate in his arms and wings. "You don't like my wings?" he kissed Harry's neck. "That is unfortunate," he kissed and nibbled his way to Harry's ear. "Because they very much like you."

Harry shivered. "Umm..I..Draco," he moaned in pleasurable frustration. "They distract me. I like them lots...ohhh goodness...promise. Now stop." Draco licked at the bite he had left on his mates neck. "Draco." The whining moan made the young mans name into three syllables instead of two.

"Ok. Just checking," with a satsified smirk he unfurled from around his mate and sat back on the couch.

Closing his eyes Harry concentrated. The glamour he had found was wandless and silent. Like the blood magic he had used to take him and Hermione to the Potter Manor, this spell required concentration and force of will. It was much like a ward and was built layer upon layer to create the final look. Taking it down was much easier then putting it together. Harry held his breath and lowered his chin toward his chest and with a quick yank at the spells moorings, he pulled the magic that was binding the spell together. It felt like water falling off his body. He knew what the others would see. He grew another inch or two, his glasses were gone. His hair fell to his shoulders, still untamed and wild and black as night. It now had a silky shine to it that it lacked before. His ears would have shifted through his hair to sweep back elegantly showing their long pointed curve. His pale skin would show a pearlescent undertone giving him a healthy glow although it would be dimmed from the summer of abuse and neglect. His body was lithe and slim. He had a fine coating of black fur like hair that covered his chest, abdominals, and groin.

He disrobed and took off his shirt. He wasn't sure if Draco's growls were because of his half naked state or the various scars and nearly faded bruises all over him. He turned to them, showing what appeared to be a glowing tattoo of broad set of wings. They nearly covered his entire back and were very fine and overly detailed. The lines of the markings were slightly raised as if it had been freshly inked. He took another deep breath and pushed. The gasp that was heard was from everyone. His wings looked as if they were carved from glass or diamond. He was sure they were casting light all over the room from the refracted light of the fire in front of him. He pushed again and his hands appeared to be surrounded by the same substance, he sent his will into them and from his encased fingers claws shot forward at least a foot. Using one of his fingers he made a slit in the back of his trousers. Retracting the claw he reached in with his finger and pulled out a tail. It was covered in the same fine black fur and was long enough to wrap around his waist twice. While odd to have it was fun to play with as it was prehensile. He flicked his tail in Draco's face to cease the growling.

Eyes still closed he lifted his hands. "I can shape the clear substance by will, whatever it is. It doesn't seem to be able to leave my body though. And then there is this," Harry didn't give himself time to think. He called forth a power deep within him. He felt it flash through him, though he knew there was no actual flash. The power was the absence of light laced with moments of riotous color. It filled his wings and the glass and diamond like substance around his hands. It arched around his body like lightening, leaving trails on his skin. "I haven't tested it. I don't know what it is. I don't know anything about any of this. I don't even know if there is more." he nearly sobbed. He felt a hand on his wings; his mate. It sent a shiver through him and they snapped back into his body, the dark lightening dissipated along with the claws. Draco pulled him into his arms.

"You are beautiful Harry," Draco whispered. He opened his eyes and turned in his mates arms. Draco was still a full head taller then him. "Even your eyelashes are longer, and dark as soot. They make those gorgeous green eyes stand out even more. They are like dragons eyes,"he whispered. Harry knew what he meant. They were slitted vertically like a cat or lizard, but they seemed to glow and move as if his iris's were actually made from emerald fire. "And of course those eyebrows could out arch my father and Severus which is a feat in and of itself." He chuckled as he nuzzled Harry's nose. "We'll figure this out"

Harry just sighed again and laid his forehead on Draco's chest. "One more thing," he raised his head and moved his hair off his forehead and there, on the center was a mark. It was of a script that Draco had never seen before. Framing it and cutting over Harry's eyes and over his cheeks were two arching and twisting dark markings. They were bisected over his cheeks by three small dots which glowed to match Harry's eyes. "They'll fade in a minute, they seems to show up with whatever that other power is, oh and to make it more interesting I have fangs. I can't seem to control them as of yet. The canines and closes incisor. Why would one need two sets of sharp pointy teeth?"

"Father?" Draco said softly.

"I see the mark Draco," the Malfoy patriarch said softly. "We don't know, but we will. We will Harry." he said with conviction.

"I have fangs too Harry," Draco whispered as he pulled Harry down with him to the couch. "Perhaps I can show you later..."

"Enough show and tell Harry," Snape said giving an end to the awkward moment. "Sit and tell us of this Vernon who I assume is the reason behind your damaged body."

Harry shot another glare at his best friend who shrugged without remorse. He had hoped that by showing his weird inheritance that the Dursleys would be forgotten. It seems Snape was as tenacious as he was strict.

"Vernon liked to beat me, his son took after him and my aunt simply ignored it all, at least when she wasn't drinking." Even after seeing the evidence there was a shocked silence that followed.

"But he said that you were safe...he swore that it was the best place for you." It confused Harry why Severus would be so upset. "How long Harry. How long did they treat you like this?"

Harry chose to hide his face in Draco's neck instead of answering. It wasn't something he was proud of. He hated people knowing. He didn't want their sympathy. He didn't want them to think less of him.

"They made him live in a cupboard under the stairs till he was eleven," Hermione said quietly

"Eleven?" Lucius was shocked. Draco tightened his arms around Harry, running a hand along the raised tattoo wings on his back causing the young man to shiver.

"A cupboard Lucius?" Snape sounded devastated. "Lilly's son in a cupboard?!" The rustling was Lucius pulling Snape close Harry assumed.

There was silence for a few minutes. "How bad was it?" He wasn't sure if it was Snape or Lucius.

"I can't answer completely," Hermione answered when Harry wouldn't again. "I know second year he had a fractured femur. Third year were a few ribs and sprained wrists and ankle. Fourth year there was a severely bruised tibia, a few cracked teeth, his nose had to be re-broken to heal correctly and he had lacerations on his back from mid-thigh to the middle of his back. Last year he took care of whatever happened before we saw him. He'd snuck some potions home in his trunk. This year all I saw were a few bruises, which is not much considering. That's all the physical that I saw. I know they worked him like a house elf" A rage filled silence followed Hermiones words (if you didn't count the Malfoy's growling). Harry knew they were waiting on him to speak.

"Broken arm from Dudley pushing me down the stairs, sprained wrists because I had to let him use my hands as boxing targets." Harry sighed and continued as methodically as he could. "Uncle likes to use a belt. Lacerations again from the leather and bruised and cracked ribs from the belt buckle. Aunt Petunia ignored me when she wasn't talking down to me or drunk. Vodka made her feel stronger I guess. She would slap me around. I feel kinda bad for her. She has to deal with them all year, I just have to survive three months." He finished quietly. Draco's growls hadn't stopped from when Hermione began speaking, which she started again.

"They only allowed him one glass of water a day. He got to eat oatmeal sometimes in the morning, soup sometimes at night, and crackers if he could sneak them."

"So they neglected him, beat him and starved him," he heard Severus speak. There was a cold fire in his voice. "How was that the best place for him to be?" The question must have been rhetorical. "Do they need to live Harry?" the question shocked Harry out of Draco's neck. He glanced at Snape and the two Malfoy's. They were serious about that question! Even Viktor's normally placid look carried a rage.

"Seriously?" he asked in shock. Even knowing they were serious he had to ask. They just looked at each other, even Viktor, and nodded their heads. "Wait? You can't...I mean. No. You can't just go around killing people."

"Your right Harry," Draco growled. "They deserve so much worse then death. Death is a mercy they don't deserve."

With that statement Snape became thoughtful. Lucius's hand kept going up and down on the mans back. "Your right Draco. SO very right. This requires some dedicated thinking." He looked at Harry. "I will leave this for now but we will be addressing later. Is that understood?"

"Yes professor," Harry said as he fell back against Draco.

The silence that followed couldn't be deemed uncomfortable but neither was it comforting. Harry didn't like to think about the Dursleys. They were a part of reality that he ignored until summer. "Never again bonded," Draco said quietly to him as he nuzzled into Harry's ear. "You will never go back there without me. They will never touch you again." He let the conviction in Draco's voice sooth him. He knew how tenacious the blonde could be. He wondered how they would react to a Veela. The thought of Vernon Dursley's face turning purple and screaming like a girl made Harry smile. Yes, with Draco there, there wont be a problem.

"I'd like to discuss a few other things that Ms. Granger's story brought up." Lucius said into the silence. "You are of course the Potter heir, but you have run of the Black estate as well?"

"Umm more then," Harry responded. "Draco did we bring my wand?" Draco reached down and grabbed Harry's discarded robes and shirt without letting Harry off his lap and without exposing him outside of his wings. He pulled the robe around Harry's shoulders and then reached into one of the pockets that had Harry's wand, giving it to him.

"erm, thanks." harry said, pushing his arms through his the sleeves of his robe. "Accio Black Family Files" Harry intoned. In the moment it took for the files to appear Draco had secured Harry's robe so that he was no longer exposing himself to the others. Sneaky Veela, Harry thought. He grabbed the files and handed them over to Lucius after once again fighting his way out of Draco's arms and wings. "It's all here."

"While he reads," Harry said to Hermione, "I just have to say I loved hearing you finally let Ron have it!" It was time to talk about something less serious for a moment.

Hermione's face went red. "Yes, well. He deserved it the stubborn git. As if Lavender Brown is more important then his friends. Can she even put together a sentence that doesn't sound like it's said by a three year old?" the young witch smiled.

"Probably not!" Harry grinned back at her

"Did Dumbledore really call you a slut? And did Viktor really punch him?"

"Right on the nose," Viktor said with pride. "That man wanted people to think my fiance was part of the Dark Lords harem since she wasn't with Ron. Whatever spell he was casting was hurting us both, but I couldn't let him to keep hurting my woman. I did not know the spell but I did know how to break his concentration. I knocked him out cold."

Snape groaned. "Oh I'm sure students will be insufferable." The professor tried to hide the smile on his face beneath his usual smirk.

Harry looked at Viktor and Hermione once again able to feel the bond between them. Somehow he knew that it wasn't some spell erected bond. It was a soul bond, a mating bond. That meant that one or both of them had some other magical blood outside of wizarding blood. Humans had a choice in their mates, which is where the wizarding marriage bond would come into play. He could feel the distress that Dumbledore caused, and he knew he could fix it. Fighting his way through Draco's arms and wings once again he took the few steps distance over to Hermione. "Hermione, Viktor, I need your hands please. The-" he paused for a moment. "The left one please." Everyone seemed to stop and watch. Draco began growling as Viktor placed his hand in Harry's.

"Shush Draco," Harry said distractedly. He moved their hands so that they were clasping at each others wrist and Harry's hands could engulf them both. Calling on his inheritance he felt his power rise. He felt more then heard Hermione gasp and Viktor grunt as he closed his eyes. From his hands he could now feel the texture of their bond and could feel Dumbledore's spell as it attempted to restrict it's growth and snuff it out. He let a small amount of his power out and over their bond, coating it. As his power came into contact with Dumbledore's there was a small flash as the old wizards spell disintegrated. Within a few seconds the bond was clear and flowing once again. He sighed and stepped back only to be whisked into the arms of a growly Veela.

"Harry...the pain is gone, what..what did you do?" Hermione stumbled.

"To be honest Mione, I don't know. I did what felt right." He laid his head back against Draco's chest who showed remarkable restraint by keeping his wings only partially around them. "I'd fix you two but there is something else wrong...I don't know how I know..but I know. And I can feel your bonds through your Dark Marks. It's a forced bond of sorts. It is weak because you two didn't willingly accept the mark." Dead silence met his smooth voice. "Don't ask me how because I don't know how I know. I do know that he has to put some sort of constant effort in keeping you two bound to him. I'm not sure how he does it of course because that would be too convenient. I want..."Harry sighed. "I want to understand this so I can help you."

"Oh dear boy," Lucius said, emotion clear in his voice. "You have helped. Just knowing there is a way to break his hold through the mark is..more then we'd ever dare dream." He took Snape's hand in his and smiled at the man.

"You are amazing mate," Draco nuzzled and whispered into his ear. "I can't have you holding hands with other males though. It drives me to distraction." He nipped Harry's neck

"Draco enough. It had to be done." The veela would have to understand.

"Mmm yess, but you should still be punished." Draco's voice was pure sin. He felt Draco grab each of Harry's hands and pull them, causing Harry's arms to cross in front of him and pulling him into Draco's chest. "You see Harry, as much as I love that you are strong," he licked Harry's ear. "And independent," his lick turned into a nibble and he pulled Harry's arms even more tightly. "And idiotically Gryffindorish in your bravery." He bit a little harder. "These hands are mine. These arms are mine. This body is mine." With each statement of 'mine' Draco pulled gently on Harry and accompanied the statement by a nibble or a bite. "Unmated males are out of bounds. I can not negotiate on this. Unmated females I have more of an ability to compromise on, but if I scent the smallest bit of arousal from them I might not be able to control my actions." Harry hadn't really understood just how possessive Veela were. How much of it, harry wondered, is Veela and how much of it is Draco?

"But Viktor is mated," Harry's brain caught up slowly. "To Hermione. So neither are Unmated and should not be out of bounds."

Draco's growl sent shivers through Harry's body. "They might be bound soon in the way of Wizards but until that point they are still very much unmated."

"Are you being a prat on purpose or is it just something I have the joy of bringing out in you?" Harry tried to elbow Draco, but arms crossed as they were made that quiet difficult.

"Prat am I?" Draco hissed.

"Yes and quit being so...so pre-Veela Draco. You've been so fantastic and..okay so your not being snide and rude but still how can you not see that I would know the difference between a Wizard bond and a Mate bond? I just told your father and his mate about their mate bond didn't I?" Harry's ire was up. "Just because I don't know how I know doesn't mean that I don't know Draco, because I do."

"It's amazing to me that I understood what you just said," Draco said quietly. "because not knowing what you know just doesn't make any logical sense. If what you say is true then—and I do believe you bonded, one of them must have outside magical heritage." he kissed Harry's neck. "And I'm sorry if it comes across that I don't trust you Harry. This is all just as new to me as it is to you. I may know more about my heritage but that doesn't make the instincts any less intense for the knowing."

Harry sighed and relaxed against Draco. "I know, or..sympathize at least. It may not seem like it but I think...I think if I found somebody else coming on to you I might hex their bones to jelly." The last was said reluctantly. Harry had never thought of himself as the possessive type, with Draco though it was different.

Draco crooned into Harry's ear in contentment.

"I did not mean to cause..strife." Viktor said from his position next to Hermione. "I can understand."

"No..no no," Harry said struggling to get out of Draco's hold. "You didn't. Draco's just a prat. I had to help you. I had to. I couldn't help it anymore then I can help breathing." Draco didn't relent on his hold so Harry finally gave up and leaned into his mate. "He understands even if he doesn't like it."

Draco nipped Harry's neck. "It is true. You and I are okay Viktor, as long as you have no desire for my mate."

"No. No he is like a brother to me," Harry had always enjoyed Viktor's accent. Eastern European and yummy. Not that he'd willingly admit that to this possessive side of Draco. "For this I will share. It is safe here yes?" The Bulgarian asked.

Everyone looked at him quizzically except Hermione who was blushing. "Yes, quite safe from prying eyes and ears." Lucius assured.

"Good. My family, our history goes back very far. We settled in our lands before even writing had fully formed." Viktor said quietly. "We are strong magically and form bonds with the land. We are clever not to show too much of our blessings. Muggles persecuted many of my family for our blessings. Our lands always bore fruit, our animals always bore young, even our mining always struck a vein." He slowly stood as he spoke to them. "We are strong wizards. We also have a strong heritage." Viktor began to change. "We have kept true to ourselves and our land always." Standing where Viktor had stood was a creature well over seven feet tall maybe eight! His dark main of hair cascaded down his back. From somewhere near his temples sprouted two thick spiraled horns almost like a ram. His ears were pointed though, harry noted, not quite as long as his own. Viktor's arms were thick, and hairy from hand to elbow. His chest was huge and muscled, sprouting thick hair as well. His legs were that of a goat, cloven for sure traction on any terrain.

"Satyrs have been gone from the world for..." Snape said slowly, "well since the fall of the Olympians."

"Not gone," Viktor said. He was too polite to add the 'obviously' that flitted through Harry's brain. "Veela are too tied to the wizards to go into the Fading, but many beings found their home there." The fading? Harry looked around wondering if anyone else knew what Viktor was talking about. It seemed by cursory glance that Hermione was the only one in the know. Figures. Stupid know-it-all witch. Harry, arms still crossed by Draco, pouted. "Pout not little brother," Viktor's voice had also changed. It carried deep undertones that made him think of a deep wood, where very little light penetrated. "The fading was created by your people."

Harry tried to sit upright at that, by was still restrained by Draco's arms. "Seriously Draco? Seriously. I thought we were done with this idea of you punishing me for touching an almost mated male!" Harry huffed.

"Mmm this isn't punishment mate." How could one man put so much sin into his voice?

"Stop that. I'm trying to focus." Harry squirmed causing a moan to come from Draco.

"Not," Draco's voice took on a husky undertone, "a good way to get your point across. Your not making me want to let you go."

A snort brought their attention to Snape and Lucius. The snort had come from the elder Malfoy. "Ahh to be young and just starting the bond eh Severus?"

"Hmph," Severus raised his nose slightly. "You knew better then try to Dominate me like that."

The elder Malfoy growled. "Oh really? Shall we share of the time I caught you flirting with Sirius Black?"

Severus gasped and blushed so hard his face was nearly purple. "Lucius!"

A smug smile on the face of Mr. Malfoy said it all as he pulled his mate into his arms. "So a Satyr, and you know what Harry's heritage is?"

Viktor bowed his head. "Yes. After seeing him and feeling his power I am sure. I am even more honored to know you and call you brother young one." Viktor said gravely. "Your race is proud and fierce. What know you of the tale of Eros and Psyche?" Viktor asked.

"Umm not much really." Harry said slightly thrown off by the question. How were dead and forgotten Greek Gods related to his weird Elf, tailed and weird winged thing hybrid type creature that he seemed to be. "I didn't take any mythology courses beyond what was discussed in places like Charms and Transfiguration." Harry really had missed out on so much. He was even more grateful for the time they had spent this summer catching him up to his peers.

"Ahh then I have a tale to tell!" The Satyr rubbed his hands together and stood in front of the fire.

**********mates and princes*********end chapter 8

Okay so dont hate me. seriously. This was another chapter that started to get away with me. I didn't expect Viktor to tell his secret so soon. I thought he'd wait. But it happened. SO then there is more story to tell on that front and THEN there is more...and there was just no way to fit it all in one chapter. SO I hope you like what you read here so far =0)

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