Ice Prince Lions Pride
Chapter Two
His eyes seemed to dart to every direction and even though he was shielded by his father's invisibility cloak he couldn't help but feel apprehensive about his travel
Draco Malfoy knew where he was, knew that he was back
According to reports from one Ronald Weasley it was apparent why Draco wanted to see him suffer so badly wanted nothing better than to make his life miserable
He blamed him for his fathers' death
Harry inwardly flinched, true he had been responsible for many deaths during the long lonely months of the Great War but not Lucius Malfoy's and certainly not what remained of his family the Dursley's no matter how much he had loathed both party's
Sighing he continued through the slutch and sludge, which had accumulated on the wet ground
What was he supposed to do?
If he went to Malfoy to explain he'd risk being manipulated in a way Malfoy would never have conceived possible, yet if he stayed on the run it would only be a matter of time before he was eventually caught
Then what?
Azkaban? The Dementors Kiss? Death? What punishment would be awaiting the once praised boy-who-lived?
The thought of any of the outcomes caused a shudder to run up his spine
Finding a deserted alley he sank down on one of the boxes that littered the floor near its dank walls and pondered his options
He had to concede he was basically at a loss as to what he was supposed to do, and he was still coming to terms with what he truly was
It was much too much for a 25-year-old man to have to deal with, he should have been leading a happy quiet life going out with his friends and enjoying himself. Not sat on a soggy old box terrified that each day would be his last
It made him wonder if Sirius had felt this way, if he too had had so many thoughts circling through his head
Maybe he'd end up in Azkaban just like his godfather, would the Dementors slowly drive him mad or would the fact that he really was innocent help him keep some shred of sanity
Whichever way he looked at it, it was a life he did not care to lead
He remembered when he had found out the secret of his heritage, how shocked he had been to discover it and even more so when he discovered the consequences of it
The whole thing nauseated him
Why was it that nothing ever turned out right for him? Why didn't he have any control over his own fate...............his own destiny? Why was it that everything had all been mapped out for his life before he had even been able to speak, prophesised before he was even born?
It just wasn't fair
Standing he felt the trickle of droplets caress his hair and knew that the dark clouds had indeed brought rain his way
"Why not just have a big thunder cloud hover over my head" he muttered angrily stomping out of the alley
Sighing he conceded that he didn't know what fate had in store for him he only knew that judging by his usual outcomes it was going to be bad
Very bad
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Ron gulped nervously just outside the shrieking shack
What was Harry going to say to him? He'd royally messed up in a big BIG way and he wasn't sure that the reaction his presence was going to get would be a pleasant one
He was just contemplating turning around when an invisible force seemed to knock him off balance and he stumbled clumsily to the ground
Frowning he looked up to the empty air which seemed to shimmer then an angry looking Harry Potter emerged as if out of nowhere holding his invisibility cloak over the back half of his body
"Ron what the hell are you doing here" Harry asked in a confused tone, he hadn't recognised the other man due to the dramatic change in his hair colour
His face lit up with a grin at the sight of his old friend
"It's so good to see you mate" Harry stressed moving past the perplexed looking Ron to open the door to the shrieking shack then beckoning his friend to follow him inside
Once the door was shut firmly behind them Harry let the cloak fall from his lanky frame shaking the water droplets from his hair
"Want a drink? I have a few butterbeers if you'd like one of them" Harry asked making his way towards the kitchen while Ron continued to openly gape at him
"Erm Harry mate not that I don't appreciate it but why are you being so friendly with me? I just inadvertently betrayed you to a slimy git who we both can't stand" he asked and Harry merely grinned at him
"I know that you didn't do it on purpose Ron I know that you'd never betray me like that not to Malfoy of all people" Harry replied as he extended an open bottle to Ron who took it and gulped half the contents down gratefully
"I messed up Harry" Ron said quietly his voice sounding very bitter
Harry looked at his best friend and felt empathy for him, he knew that succeeding was more important to Ron than anything because all his life he'd always felt so much of a failure
"Everyone makes mistakes" he replied softly his voice not full of hatred or anger but a kind understanding that made Ron's heart ache because he felt that he did not deserve it
Eyes downcast Ron decided now was as good a time as any to fill Harry in on the events that took place in Draco's office
"Malfoy wants to kill you Harry or at least see you get the Dementors kiss" he said quietly but when he looked up to register Harry's face he didn't see the shock he had expected to be imprinted upon it
"I kind of figured that Ron" he replied taking a sip from his bottle
"I guess I kind of owe you an explanation as to why its imperative that I stay out of his clutches" Harry said after a long pause and Ron pinned him with a confused look
"You see you were never really given the full picture of what I truly am and why Malfoy can manipulate me in a way that he would surely use to his advantage"
Ron just stared at his best friend wondering what could be so terrible that he had been forced to keep it secret for all the long lonely years of his exiled life
"You see Ron I'm..................well I'm" he looked deep into the eyes of one of his greatest friends and prepared to tell the secret he had kept for so long
"I'm a dark veela" he said quietly and winced as Ron gasped
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The sun had long since set past the horizon when Draco Malfoy switched off the computer and stretched his body languidly
Today saw his mood somewhat brighter
He knew that the man he had been hunting for so long had finally become ensnared in his trap, it wouldn't be long now before he had the ex-golden boy in his grasp
Oh how he would take great pleasure in savouring his old rivals downfall, and making him beg before he inflicted a thousand tortures on him
He didn't feel any remorse for such thoughts, not after seeing his beloved mother hanging in the gardens of the manner her glazed eyes staring lifelessly to the ground
Or his father the battered form withering and rotting away in Azkaban
Oh yes he would see Potter suffer for what he had done to his family and he would make sure that he imprinted his hate right onto Potters very soul before he sent him into the fires of hell for which he was destined to burn
Sighing as the mental images of his victory swam through his head Draco suddenly felt a small amount of apprehension
True he wanted nothing more than to bring Harry Potter to his knees bit then Harry was not to be taken lightly, after all he had defeated the Dark Lord (he would not taint his office by saying his name)
True Malfoy had never really approved of his fathers or any of his family's association with the Dark Lord for that matter but that didn't mean he wanted the outcome he had been presented with
Raising tiredly to his feet he clapped his hands and the room was plunged into darkness as he made his weary way out of his office
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'Dark Veela'
Dark Veela are a Hybrid form from the Veela line, this species is extremely rare and mostly thought to be extinct. When threatened, provoked or angry Dark Veela' eyes will grow bright green (green eyes are usually a defining feature of the mystical enigma) they will sprout feathery black wings and grow long sharp fangs. Also their bodies will seem to glow
Like their ancestors the Veela Dark Veela find a mate of whom they will be bonded for life, but unlike the Veela Dark Veela already possess the knowledge of who their mate is If a Dark Veela' mate is aware he is the chosen mate he can use his/her influence to subject the Dark Veela to his/her will, the Dark Veela will do anything to please their mate abandoning any rationality in the quest to make their mate happy, they are extremely gifted magically and were quite often manipulated It is said that only one in ten Dark Veela were successful in avoiding manipulation by their mate these were said to possess an extraordinary sense of will power
Ron looked up from the book Harry had given him after reading the proffered passage spearing Harry with a knowing look
"Its Malfoy isn't it," he said at last and Harry knew that it was not a question
"Yeah" he replied quietly hating to admit it and shuddering slightly at the memory of his saying the very same thing after the knowledge that none other than Draco Malfoy was whom fate had chosen to be his bonded
"Shit" Ron gasped as memories from the passage about manipulation flashed before his eyes and what Malfoy could do if he had such power over Harry
"Quite" Harry agreed, he didn't know if Malfoy could indeed manipulate him and he was not about to find out. Draco was half Veela his keen senses would tell him that something was very different about Harry a fact that could lead to trouble
"Oh god Harry I've just delivered you to the bastard" Ron shrieked his voice evidently showing his distress as he ran shaky hands through sweat- dampened locks
"Look Ron Malfoy may know that I'm back, and before you cut in (Ron had been about to do just that) I do not blame you for it. He doesn't know where I am so its not like he's going to come barging in here" he shrugged his shoulders
"Besides I have intense security protecting me" he stated evidently thinking that Draco was not capable of finding him
Ron did a rapid succession of blinks
He was NOT convinced; he knew how ruthless Draco Malfoy could be. He'd seen the madness in his stormy eyes and knew the ex slytherin would not rest until had Harry with no possible means of escape
All of a sudden Ron felt truly afraid for his friends, and as Harry watched that fear seep slowly into the eyes of his best friend he felt something clench at his gut that he had not felt before
Doubt
Chapter Two
His eyes seemed to dart to every direction and even though he was shielded by his father's invisibility cloak he couldn't help but feel apprehensive about his travel
Draco Malfoy knew where he was, knew that he was back
According to reports from one Ronald Weasley it was apparent why Draco wanted to see him suffer so badly wanted nothing better than to make his life miserable
He blamed him for his fathers' death
Harry inwardly flinched, true he had been responsible for many deaths during the long lonely months of the Great War but not Lucius Malfoy's and certainly not what remained of his family the Dursley's no matter how much he had loathed both party's
Sighing he continued through the slutch and sludge, which had accumulated on the wet ground
What was he supposed to do?
If he went to Malfoy to explain he'd risk being manipulated in a way Malfoy would never have conceived possible, yet if he stayed on the run it would only be a matter of time before he was eventually caught
Then what?
Azkaban? The Dementors Kiss? Death? What punishment would be awaiting the once praised boy-who-lived?
The thought of any of the outcomes caused a shudder to run up his spine
Finding a deserted alley he sank down on one of the boxes that littered the floor near its dank walls and pondered his options
He had to concede he was basically at a loss as to what he was supposed to do, and he was still coming to terms with what he truly was
It was much too much for a 25-year-old man to have to deal with, he should have been leading a happy quiet life going out with his friends and enjoying himself. Not sat on a soggy old box terrified that each day would be his last
It made him wonder if Sirius had felt this way, if he too had had so many thoughts circling through his head
Maybe he'd end up in Azkaban just like his godfather, would the Dementors slowly drive him mad or would the fact that he really was innocent help him keep some shred of sanity
Whichever way he looked at it, it was a life he did not care to lead
He remembered when he had found out the secret of his heritage, how shocked he had been to discover it and even more so when he discovered the consequences of it
The whole thing nauseated him
Why was it that nothing ever turned out right for him? Why didn't he have any control over his own fate...............his own destiny? Why was it that everything had all been mapped out for his life before he had even been able to speak, prophesised before he was even born?
It just wasn't fair
Standing he felt the trickle of droplets caress his hair and knew that the dark clouds had indeed brought rain his way
"Why not just have a big thunder cloud hover over my head" he muttered angrily stomping out of the alley
Sighing he conceded that he didn't know what fate had in store for him he only knew that judging by his usual outcomes it was going to be bad
Very bad
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Ron gulped nervously just outside the shrieking shack
What was Harry going to say to him? He'd royally messed up in a big BIG way and he wasn't sure that the reaction his presence was going to get would be a pleasant one
He was just contemplating turning around when an invisible force seemed to knock him off balance and he stumbled clumsily to the ground
Frowning he looked up to the empty air which seemed to shimmer then an angry looking Harry Potter emerged as if out of nowhere holding his invisibility cloak over the back half of his body
"Ron what the hell are you doing here" Harry asked in a confused tone, he hadn't recognised the other man due to the dramatic change in his hair colour
His face lit up with a grin at the sight of his old friend
"It's so good to see you mate" Harry stressed moving past the perplexed looking Ron to open the door to the shrieking shack then beckoning his friend to follow him inside
Once the door was shut firmly behind them Harry let the cloak fall from his lanky frame shaking the water droplets from his hair
"Want a drink? I have a few butterbeers if you'd like one of them" Harry asked making his way towards the kitchen while Ron continued to openly gape at him
"Erm Harry mate not that I don't appreciate it but why are you being so friendly with me? I just inadvertently betrayed you to a slimy git who we both can't stand" he asked and Harry merely grinned at him
"I know that you didn't do it on purpose Ron I know that you'd never betray me like that not to Malfoy of all people" Harry replied as he extended an open bottle to Ron who took it and gulped half the contents down gratefully
"I messed up Harry" Ron said quietly his voice sounding very bitter
Harry looked at his best friend and felt empathy for him, he knew that succeeding was more important to Ron than anything because all his life he'd always felt so much of a failure
"Everyone makes mistakes" he replied softly his voice not full of hatred or anger but a kind understanding that made Ron's heart ache because he felt that he did not deserve it
Eyes downcast Ron decided now was as good a time as any to fill Harry in on the events that took place in Draco's office
"Malfoy wants to kill you Harry or at least see you get the Dementors kiss" he said quietly but when he looked up to register Harry's face he didn't see the shock he had expected to be imprinted upon it
"I kind of figured that Ron" he replied taking a sip from his bottle
"I guess I kind of owe you an explanation as to why its imperative that I stay out of his clutches" Harry said after a long pause and Ron pinned him with a confused look
"You see you were never really given the full picture of what I truly am and why Malfoy can manipulate me in a way that he would surely use to his advantage"
Ron just stared at his best friend wondering what could be so terrible that he had been forced to keep it secret for all the long lonely years of his exiled life
"You see Ron I'm..................well I'm" he looked deep into the eyes of one of his greatest friends and prepared to tell the secret he had kept for so long
"I'm a dark veela" he said quietly and winced as Ron gasped
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The sun had long since set past the horizon when Draco Malfoy switched off the computer and stretched his body languidly
Today saw his mood somewhat brighter
He knew that the man he had been hunting for so long had finally become ensnared in his trap, it wouldn't be long now before he had the ex-golden boy in his grasp
Oh how he would take great pleasure in savouring his old rivals downfall, and making him beg before he inflicted a thousand tortures on him
He didn't feel any remorse for such thoughts, not after seeing his beloved mother hanging in the gardens of the manner her glazed eyes staring lifelessly to the ground
Or his father the battered form withering and rotting away in Azkaban
Oh yes he would see Potter suffer for what he had done to his family and he would make sure that he imprinted his hate right onto Potters very soul before he sent him into the fires of hell for which he was destined to burn
Sighing as the mental images of his victory swam through his head Draco suddenly felt a small amount of apprehension
True he wanted nothing more than to bring Harry Potter to his knees bit then Harry was not to be taken lightly, after all he had defeated the Dark Lord (he would not taint his office by saying his name)
True Malfoy had never really approved of his fathers or any of his family's association with the Dark Lord for that matter but that didn't mean he wanted the outcome he had been presented with
Raising tiredly to his feet he clapped his hands and the room was plunged into darkness as he made his weary way out of his office
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'Dark Veela'
Dark Veela are a Hybrid form from the Veela line, this species is extremely rare and mostly thought to be extinct. When threatened, provoked or angry Dark Veela' eyes will grow bright green (green eyes are usually a defining feature of the mystical enigma) they will sprout feathery black wings and grow long sharp fangs. Also their bodies will seem to glow
Like their ancestors the Veela Dark Veela find a mate of whom they will be bonded for life, but unlike the Veela Dark Veela already possess the knowledge of who their mate is If a Dark Veela' mate is aware he is the chosen mate he can use his/her influence to subject the Dark Veela to his/her will, the Dark Veela will do anything to please their mate abandoning any rationality in the quest to make their mate happy, they are extremely gifted magically and were quite often manipulated It is said that only one in ten Dark Veela were successful in avoiding manipulation by their mate these were said to possess an extraordinary sense of will power
Ron looked up from the book Harry had given him after reading the proffered passage spearing Harry with a knowing look
"Its Malfoy isn't it," he said at last and Harry knew that it was not a question
"Yeah" he replied quietly hating to admit it and shuddering slightly at the memory of his saying the very same thing after the knowledge that none other than Draco Malfoy was whom fate had chosen to be his bonded
"Shit" Ron gasped as memories from the passage about manipulation flashed before his eyes and what Malfoy could do if he had such power over Harry
"Quite" Harry agreed, he didn't know if Malfoy could indeed manipulate him and he was not about to find out. Draco was half Veela his keen senses would tell him that something was very different about Harry a fact that could lead to trouble
"Oh god Harry I've just delivered you to the bastard" Ron shrieked his voice evidently showing his distress as he ran shaky hands through sweat- dampened locks
"Look Ron Malfoy may know that I'm back, and before you cut in (Ron had been about to do just that) I do not blame you for it. He doesn't know where I am so its not like he's going to come barging in here" he shrugged his shoulders
"Besides I have intense security protecting me" he stated evidently thinking that Draco was not capable of finding him
Ron did a rapid succession of blinks
He was NOT convinced; he knew how ruthless Draco Malfoy could be. He'd seen the madness in his stormy eyes and knew the ex slytherin would not rest until had Harry with no possible means of escape
All of a sudden Ron felt truly afraid for his friends, and as Harry watched that fear seep slowly into the eyes of his best friend he felt something clench at his gut that he had not felt before
Doubt