A/N: Yes. I know it is a long bit of Dumbledore talking, but it's there to
explain everything. Same disclaimers. Thanks to Frizzy, and all you
reviewers! This is my first HP fic, though I have been writing slash. A
friend hooked me on it, with her anime series "Fushigi Yuugi." Good series,
and some good yaoi (slash) I think I spelled that right. Well. that's all,
so on with the fic!
When the students walked in, they each took a seat, and waited for the Head Master to begin. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, looking grim, until suddenly a smile broke his craggy face.
" Would any of you like a lemon drop? Mint?" When no one took him up on his offer, the professor took his own advice, and plopped a particularly sour lemon drop into his mouth. After a moment of squeezing his face to get rid of the extreme sourness, he began again, "To begin with, you eight are not in trouble so stop looking so nervous," Dumbledore began, "As you may or may not know, the relations between the European nations have been tense for some time. We have not actually been on speaking terms with them for some time. about 700 years. For those of you who are muggle born, or just behind on your magical history studies, the European ministries of magic had a bit of a falling out in the year 1287, and we have only just begun to share information.
You can guess that a lot has changed since then. and well we in the United Kingdom lost track of non-British magical species. One we lost track of was the veela. In your magical creatures class you were taught that veela tend to have silvery coloration, and come from the forests in France. That is true, but it is not the entire truth. Those veela are the original strain of veela, what we didn't know was that in the year 1396 large populations of veela were forced out of France, and were sent to Spain, Italy, and Africa. In the intervening years the veela have changed. The Spanish veela became dark of hair, and have green eyes, the Italians also have dark hair but dark eyes instead of green. The African veela became dark in general, with shorter, curlier hair. Since we did not know about those mutations, our ministry of magic wasn't aware when they crossed the border and applied for citizenship.
These 'dark veela' have been breeding into our population, and you eight are at least ¼ veela, due to your ancestory. However, two of you are significantly higher in percentage. Mr.'s Malfoy and Potter are both 2/3 veela. Mr. Potter comes from the Spanish variety, and Mr. Malfoy from the classic French. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, sent me a letter telling me that to see if you eight are to survive this year, you must be moved to a separate tower, and share all the same classes." Here the students began to protest, mainly about leaving their friends and houses, "Now calm down, calm down. You will be allowed to sit with your original houses at meal times, but as I am sure you are aware veela find their mates by scent. And by putting the eight of you together the most likely candidates will be the closest for you to find a mate. Not all of you will mate in the veela manner. some of you are more human than veela, and would normally mate with another witch or wizard, and the only reason you are included is because veela scent is more attractive to other veela than regular humans. We were told that you would be happiest paired to one who knew of your special needs. Those of you with stronger veela blood will bond with another veela, or a human if none present here now are acceptable, and will be mated to them for life. You will be inseparable from your mate, and will do anything to protect them.
Also, as you may have noticed, your sex drives will be dramatically increased. and this will continue until you have either found a mate, or are no longer in close quarters with the stronger-blood part veelas. Now, Deanne will show you to your tower, and will act as your house ghost. She is also part veela, and will be able to help you if you have any problems." With that the older wizard dismissed the eight youths from his office and waited until they were out the door before heading back to his desk. He looked up at the timid knock.
"Sir? Does this mean that any of us, could bond with any of the others? Any of them?" asked Harry. Dumbledore knew what the trouble was. Harry feared that his nose would lead him to Draco Malfoy, the silvery part veela. With a chuckle, Dumbledore began to smile, and reassure Harry.
"Follow your nose Harry, your heart will come later." With a wink, he waved Harry out the door. Once the boy was gone, he stood up, and walked over to his pensieve. As he stared into it, the mists began to swirl, and a small trail ran down out of his ear, placing his memories from the summer into the magical item. After the mists had settled, he stuck his hand in, and began fishing for memories of James and Lily. 'How could they have kept that kind of secret? From Me? I guess that just goes to show, that you can always have the wool pulled over your eyes. Hmmm. I guess these are some classic signs. I just never expected them with these people who aren't light in coloring. I had known that Luscious was, and he had even known about the entire Malfoy family. But both the Potters and the Evans?' He took out the old records, and began perusing them. He found the pages he was looking for easily. The Potter Family Tree. 'James Potter, son of Jonathon Potter and Francine Potter' those two, according to the new records were 9/10 veela and ½ veela, respectively. They evened out into almost 2/3 veela for their son James. Now to the Evens family. "Lily Evens, daughter of Maria Evens and Jacob Evens.' Who also had high levels of veela blood, causing Lily to also come out at about 2/3 veela. Now Harry was mostly veela, and he'd have a hard time dealing with his peers. Some one with that strong veela blood would be attracting everyone around him like iron to a magnet. Dumbledore just hoped that he didn't get forced into something before he was ready. He must remember to ask Severerus to set up some wards around the stronger veela's rooms. Tomorrow morning he would do that. Just now, though, he would have another lemon drop. With that, the eight children were out of his mind, and he began to ponder what he would need to do next to ensure the survival of Hogwarts.
Harry had to hurry to catch up with the other part veelas, who were already most of the way down the hall, that lead from Dumbledore's office. When he did catch up, a sneering blonde face was waiting for him.
"Had some magic last words for the old man, Potter? Did he give you any advice you feel the need to share with us lesser mortals?" Malfoy did have a beautiful face, and his robes hinted at a strong, lithe body underneath, that promised much pleasure.
"Only that it is no choice, and whomever we end up with. it's final." Said Harry, and to himself 'Oh God! Please not him! I'd even take Smith over him. well not Smith. but I'd take Seamus over him any day!' "See anything you like Potter? I haven't had anyone stare at me like that, since, well the train ride here. It is nice to be looked at, though. Well Potter? Cat got your tongue?" Despite the words he was saying, Draco's thoughts were quite different, 'Oh. is that what he smells like? All minty green, with just a hint of lavender? Mmmmmm.. I wish I could just spend my day inhaling him. Wait! That's Fucking Potter! No way would I spend any time sniffing him, unless it was to smell defeat after I smashed him into the pitch and caught the snitch! No way! Not Potter!' Both boys stomped off in a huff, trying to lead the group but follow the ghost, since neither knew the way to the new tower.
Next Chapter-The tower.and some relations
When the students walked in, they each took a seat, and waited for the Head Master to begin. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, looking grim, until suddenly a smile broke his craggy face.
" Would any of you like a lemon drop? Mint?" When no one took him up on his offer, the professor took his own advice, and plopped a particularly sour lemon drop into his mouth. After a moment of squeezing his face to get rid of the extreme sourness, he began again, "To begin with, you eight are not in trouble so stop looking so nervous," Dumbledore began, "As you may or may not know, the relations between the European nations have been tense for some time. We have not actually been on speaking terms with them for some time. about 700 years. For those of you who are muggle born, or just behind on your magical history studies, the European ministries of magic had a bit of a falling out in the year 1287, and we have only just begun to share information.
You can guess that a lot has changed since then. and well we in the United Kingdom lost track of non-British magical species. One we lost track of was the veela. In your magical creatures class you were taught that veela tend to have silvery coloration, and come from the forests in France. That is true, but it is not the entire truth. Those veela are the original strain of veela, what we didn't know was that in the year 1396 large populations of veela were forced out of France, and were sent to Spain, Italy, and Africa. In the intervening years the veela have changed. The Spanish veela became dark of hair, and have green eyes, the Italians also have dark hair but dark eyes instead of green. The African veela became dark in general, with shorter, curlier hair. Since we did not know about those mutations, our ministry of magic wasn't aware when they crossed the border and applied for citizenship.
These 'dark veela' have been breeding into our population, and you eight are at least ¼ veela, due to your ancestory. However, two of you are significantly higher in percentage. Mr.'s Malfoy and Potter are both 2/3 veela. Mr. Potter comes from the Spanish variety, and Mr. Malfoy from the classic French. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, sent me a letter telling me that to see if you eight are to survive this year, you must be moved to a separate tower, and share all the same classes." Here the students began to protest, mainly about leaving their friends and houses, "Now calm down, calm down. You will be allowed to sit with your original houses at meal times, but as I am sure you are aware veela find their mates by scent. And by putting the eight of you together the most likely candidates will be the closest for you to find a mate. Not all of you will mate in the veela manner. some of you are more human than veela, and would normally mate with another witch or wizard, and the only reason you are included is because veela scent is more attractive to other veela than regular humans. We were told that you would be happiest paired to one who knew of your special needs. Those of you with stronger veela blood will bond with another veela, or a human if none present here now are acceptable, and will be mated to them for life. You will be inseparable from your mate, and will do anything to protect them.
Also, as you may have noticed, your sex drives will be dramatically increased. and this will continue until you have either found a mate, or are no longer in close quarters with the stronger-blood part veelas. Now, Deanne will show you to your tower, and will act as your house ghost. She is also part veela, and will be able to help you if you have any problems." With that the older wizard dismissed the eight youths from his office and waited until they were out the door before heading back to his desk. He looked up at the timid knock.
"Sir? Does this mean that any of us, could bond with any of the others? Any of them?" asked Harry. Dumbledore knew what the trouble was. Harry feared that his nose would lead him to Draco Malfoy, the silvery part veela. With a chuckle, Dumbledore began to smile, and reassure Harry.
"Follow your nose Harry, your heart will come later." With a wink, he waved Harry out the door. Once the boy was gone, he stood up, and walked over to his pensieve. As he stared into it, the mists began to swirl, and a small trail ran down out of his ear, placing his memories from the summer into the magical item. After the mists had settled, he stuck his hand in, and began fishing for memories of James and Lily. 'How could they have kept that kind of secret? From Me? I guess that just goes to show, that you can always have the wool pulled over your eyes. Hmmm. I guess these are some classic signs. I just never expected them with these people who aren't light in coloring. I had known that Luscious was, and he had even known about the entire Malfoy family. But both the Potters and the Evans?' He took out the old records, and began perusing them. He found the pages he was looking for easily. The Potter Family Tree. 'James Potter, son of Jonathon Potter and Francine Potter' those two, according to the new records were 9/10 veela and ½ veela, respectively. They evened out into almost 2/3 veela for their son James. Now to the Evens family. "Lily Evens, daughter of Maria Evens and Jacob Evens.' Who also had high levels of veela blood, causing Lily to also come out at about 2/3 veela. Now Harry was mostly veela, and he'd have a hard time dealing with his peers. Some one with that strong veela blood would be attracting everyone around him like iron to a magnet. Dumbledore just hoped that he didn't get forced into something before he was ready. He must remember to ask Severerus to set up some wards around the stronger veela's rooms. Tomorrow morning he would do that. Just now, though, he would have another lemon drop. With that, the eight children were out of his mind, and he began to ponder what he would need to do next to ensure the survival of Hogwarts.
Harry had to hurry to catch up with the other part veelas, who were already most of the way down the hall, that lead from Dumbledore's office. When he did catch up, a sneering blonde face was waiting for him.
"Had some magic last words for the old man, Potter? Did he give you any advice you feel the need to share with us lesser mortals?" Malfoy did have a beautiful face, and his robes hinted at a strong, lithe body underneath, that promised much pleasure.
"Only that it is no choice, and whomever we end up with. it's final." Said Harry, and to himself 'Oh God! Please not him! I'd even take Smith over him. well not Smith. but I'd take Seamus over him any day!' "See anything you like Potter? I haven't had anyone stare at me like that, since, well the train ride here. It is nice to be looked at, though. Well Potter? Cat got your tongue?" Despite the words he was saying, Draco's thoughts were quite different, 'Oh. is that what he smells like? All minty green, with just a hint of lavender? Mmmmmm.. I wish I could just spend my day inhaling him. Wait! That's Fucking Potter! No way would I spend any time sniffing him, unless it was to smell defeat after I smashed him into the pitch and caught the snitch! No way! Not Potter!' Both boys stomped off in a huff, trying to lead the group but follow the ghost, since neither knew the way to the new tower.
Next Chapter-The tower.and some relations