A/N: Sorry about the loooong wait. Again! This chapter pluss all these good scenes(that are stuck in my head) are forcing me to buy a notepad and jot them down. You'll be pleasently surprised about how i'm moving this. I know it doesn't seem like any other Veela fic but it will in a sence that my version of Veela's are different and hopefully unique.
Thank you Cordi for putting up with me . I hope your criticiam will remain and be ready for chapter 4 gyrl!
WARNING!! This fic contains slash materials that may offend some persons. There's blood exchange, non-con (later in the ch's), and a lot of other things i'll warn about when the time comes.
Just so you know Sirius is alive and was pardened after the capture of that rat. Hey, my plot my rules!
Disclaimer: all owned by the wonderful authour of the even brilliant story but alas the plot is mine because of the whole AU bit. So please don't sue me 'cause i'm flat broke besides the penies in my pocket and i need those to make wishes in the fountain to win the jackpot.
It was foggy, a white haze of scenery.
Shouting seemed to echo.
The air smelt of tears, blood, sadness, and anger.
"You - whore!" some roughened tone screamed in agony.
"I'm sorry!" a heart was broken, could it be mended? Would there be forgiveness?
"How could you?" a slam of furniture breaking into splinters.
Once where there was undying love there now resided fear. Was this the end? "I'm sorry?"
"Not good enough!" Feral eyes shined with unshed tears and glowed with a thick emotion of a torn heart. Sanity was no longer an issue for the moment.
"What - no - I'm sorry -" a deafening slap in the face and a stumbling form crashing against a counter. Blood can be tasted in the air.
"Want to act like a whore?!" a once gentle hand now roughened as it grabbed pliant limbs and pinned them down to the cold tiles. "You'll be treated as such!" teeth bit hard on skin leaving marks of branding and mixing salty tears with blood.
"Please - no - stop - sorry!" limbs tried to fight back as clothes were torn away from both bodies.
"Mine!"
A scream followed by a thud of a body as it was forced away. Hands and feet scrambled away and dashed to where a door was promptly locked. Heart beating erratically, salt and blood clouded the room. Staring into a reflection, pain was clear in the dull eyes.
Shaky hands reached for a sharp metal.
There was nothing left to live for.
A disappointment, always was.
Carefully resting a sweaty palm against a burning cheek more gut wrenching sobs shook the thin frame.
A hand gripped the blunt end of the sharp metal. With a shaky breath that exhaled gray; the haze around the hand, starting from the fingers, blackened. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." With that, the sharp metal was pressed against the wrist and slit the skin open. Next came the opposite side where the same wound was inflicted.
With a clang the bloody metal fell against white porcelain that was now stained with red. The air smelled acidic, burning the nostrils, clogging pores, turning the white mist a pale red before the world went black.
Startled awake, Harry sat up. The coolness of the room chilled his sweaty naked skin as his breathing was forced under control. It was dark, he could barely make out the outline of his few pieces of furniture. Weird. Definitely not Voldemort.
Rubbing at his arms his mind felt all fuzzy. It usually took him a moment every time he woke to get in tuned with reality. For a moment his body registered an ache that had him wincing, turning over and burying his face in the coolness of the pillow where it felt good pressed against the heat of his face, in a region he cared not explain, even himself, he wondered if he'll be able to sit down again.
I'm missing something. Harry thought to himself. My - umm - is sore and I can't even remember - oh no - oh shit - Malfoy! Harry expected to feel disgust or anything of that manor but instead his heart jumped. Oh no, no, no, no! I wasn't in my right mind! No! He's just like every other person I've screwed. He isn't important - cute - no he isn't! Sexy as hell - no! I'll prove that he isn't any better than a good - very, very good fuck -
Taking deep calming breaths Harry needed to contemplate this situation, even if it took all night. Okay, calm down Potter you're still groggy from sleep. When you wake up fully you will see just how - oh crikey. What happened? It was then Harry remembered the 'incident' with Vernon. Wait. Why aren't I in pain? How come I feel better than ever? The only place that aches is well - down there but besides that it doesn't feel like I got the shit beaten out of me again.
Frowning, Harry carefully pushed himself out of bed wincing one or twice as he walked to his desk to turn on the desk lamp,then across the room, several more winces, to his wardrobe where he opened the door to peer at himself in the mirror.
Standing there in all his glory his eyes widened at the two very large hickys that decorated both sides of his neck. Crap! Bastard bruised me.
Lifting his arms, he inspected himself, making sure if there weren't any more marks on his body from both his uncle and Malfoy. As he turned himself, he noted there were hand prints on his thighs, and as he peered over his shoulder to look into the mirror, he groaned when he noticed the scratch marks on his back.
"This isn't right." Harry muttered to himself as his arms fell to his side, walking to his window he stared out the glass. He bit his thumb, oblivious to the door opening a crack.
It must be past midnight so I'm 17 now… I'm 17 years old… I'm of age… meaning I don't have to remain in this house any longer. Why aren't I jumping around, packing my stuff and leaving? (frowns) I'll leave in the morning after Aunt Petunia comes home, but I have to check on Dudley. I wouldn't forgive myself if that lard is seriously hurt, even though he doesn't deserve my concern... still.
Harry brought his free hand to rest on his stomach where his finger circled his navel. I remember Sirius and Aunt Petunia… they were talking in the kitchen, but… shit! I'm a Veela, well part Veela anyhow. How the hell did that happen? Why wasn't I ever told? Why am I the last person to know this? Why am I always the last person to know something? Okay, deep breaths, in and out… If I'm a Veela that means I have Veela powers except I know nothing about Veela's except the fact that they have one mate and that mate is their life partner. Great… I should've paid more attention to Herm when she was reading about it.
Okay… if I'm a Veela and I have been one since midnight, then why don't I feel any different than before? For that matter, how does Malfoy play into this?
"Snape."
Harry whirled around to meet Draco who was resting against the closed door, shirtless. Something clicked with Harry. The events of the last hour came flooding back to him all at once. He could handle the tidbits that had popped in his head earlier, but now the full impact hit him with such intensity that he had to hold himself upright by placing a hand on the desk while the other went to his head, trying to calm his self of the dizziness that had hit him.
Draco was at his side in a second, gathering him in a hug so Harry's full weight was on the Slytherin.
"You're my mate, aren't you?" Harry asked as he quickly returned the affection. He should've been weirded out, but he felt more at peace than ever before. It was then that he noticed, or felt, a connection between himself and his Dark Angel. Maybe having a life partner wouldn't be so bad... This is nice - A smile played on his lips. Dark Angel… "You know you're my Dark Angel now don't you?"
Draco nuzzled his mate's throat, content. "And you're my Second Half."
Harry smiled, "As long as you're mine then I'll be whatever you want." bringing his hand up to caress Draco's cheek. His eyes widened slightly, hands stilling in midair. He'd just noticed something from the corner of his eye.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked bringing his fingers to wrap gently around his Second Half's waist.
"I - I - Thomas." Quickly moving away from his mate's embrace, he never saw the jealous rage that settled onto Draco's face. Harry rushed to the bed and eyed his bedcovers. The dim light from the lamp allowed him to notice something he hadn's before. There were droplets of blood on the covers on which he slept. He knew it was from himself, and also knew it wasn't from when both him and his mate made love. No, he had a funny - probably correct - feeling that the blood was because of the dream.
What was it? What did Sirius - yes! He said that me and Thomas were connected. Could this be - was the dream part of the connection? Before Harry had time to contemplate further, he found himself grabbed by the midsection and forced back onto the bed.
Fear clouded his better judgment. His eyes and mind saw and thought something different than what was truly there. Fighting back, he unintentionally used his Veela strength which rivaled that of Draco's Vampire strength.
Draco frowned, he could sense the fear that was coming off from Harry in waves because of the link between them. He literally struggled with his Second Half who was whimpering apologies and calling him Uncle Vernon. With desperation, Draco managed to pin down his lover's arms to the bed, while his weight held the rest of him down.
As if in a daze, Harry snapped out of his panic attack and stared up into his mate's eyes. He found himself lost in the color and intensity of the silver that stared back at him. The connection between them sizzled and both found themselves heavily aroused, but neither made a move.
"He wont ever harm you again." Draco stated firmly. "You belong to me, and no one harms my property."
In the back of Harry's mind a little voice screamed: I am no ones property! But, apparently his Veela instincts, or urge, to satisfy his mate was far greater than his pride. "Yours," Harry blinked, Yelp, he was whipped. "Forever."
This placed a smile on Draco's face, and he bent his head down to appropriately 'award' his Second Half. A minute or so later, Draco simply held his Second Half to himself pushing back his jealousy fot the time being. Right now all that mattered was the man in his arms and who would remain their always. "Mine," Draco murmured possesivley.
Harry merely giggled. It was sweet the way his Dark Angel was acting. Closing his eyes, he felt so content that he didn't realize that he slipped into another dream.
Darkness.
He couldn't see his own hand an inch in front of his face.
Cold.
It was so cold that his exhaling breath came out gray smoke.
Blood.
Droplets of it fell out of nowhere, falling from above his head to land on the flat surface he stood on. The drops of red contrasted eerily with the black world, almost glowing. Soon the scarce droplets were pouring down with viciousness.
Lifting his hands, his body shook as a gasp escaped his parted lips as his limbs were outlined by the falling red.
Falling to his knees with a loud thud, the impact caused the floor to rise in a small wave that seemed endless.
A scream that at first seemed faint grew louder until he was forced to cover his ears. It wasn't enough and soon the high pitched scream forced one out of him as harsh cold winds wrapped around him, like a blanket, lifting him from where he knelt.
The tornado, it just had to be, spun him round and round until he had the taste of vomit in the back of his throat. He was forced back onto the floor with such force that his head hit the flat surface with a sickening crack, knocking him out cold.
Body still, the rain of blood poured down onto him, seeming to fill his slightly parted mouth. Underneath his skull, a black puddle of what resembled the red substance spread out, slowly spreading from one point to another in an endless direction.
Draco held onto his Second Half's body against himself, wrapping arms around the dreaming Veela. "Shh." He tried to sooth the shaking frame while stroking the messy mop of hair.
He had felt content, finally having his lover in his arms and knowing that it would always be like this. No one could remove his Harry from him, not even that Thomas, but he couldn't help but feel a tinge of fear of what if. The second he managed to convince himself that there was nothing to worry about, his Second Half was moving in his arms and murmuring another's name.
Well, if it had been any other person's name, he wouldn't have felt his heart stop, mind go blank, and have cold fear run down his spine and bring him near tears. Thomas. That bastard who dared to seduce his love was now in his Harry's mind.
Was Harry dreaming of when they had been lovers or… before Draco could finish that thought he was startled when Harry forced himself out of the embrace to huddle in the corner of the bed, back pressed against the bed frame and leaning on the wall.
"Harry?" Draco called out as he sat up, he was beyond worried.
Harry was starring down at his shaking arms. They were damp with sweat, but no blood. There was no blood. No blood. It - it was all a nightmare - not real -not real -
"Oh my god! Harry?" Draco moved forward gripping Harry's hands and turned them over so that he could get a better look at the wrist where the healing scab was open and oozing blood. Why hadn't he noticed these wounds before?
"What -" Harry was having trouble breathing and he just couldn't understand why this was happening. If this was part of the connection with Thomas, he just couldn't understand it.
"Did you do this?" Draco asked, releasing Harry's hands to hold the Veela's cheeks, smearing blood on the tear dampened skin, forcing Harry to look at him. Draco repeated the question. "Did. You. Do. This?"
Harry blinked. Did I do this? What if - no I couldn't have. "No." he said, closing his eyes, he willed himself to understand what the hell was going on with him. He found one simple answer that would surely lead to many more questions. "Not me. Thomas."
Draco couldn't help but flinch at that name. The worry he felt towards his Second Half quickly changed to a deep sadness.
Oh! Weird. Harry felt overpowered by a single emotion that he knew all too well. Looking intently at his mate, Harry clearly saw that the emotion belonged to Draco. My poor Dark Angel.
Harry launched himself at Draco, hugging him, while Draco managed to hold them upright, only because of his Vampire self. Pulling away quickly, Harry managed to move himself so his legs were wrapped around his Dark Angel and arms encircled his neck. Harry couldn't have cared if his wrist was bleeding onto Draco's bare back; but thankfully the blood had stopped and the scab quickly returned.
"Don't ever doubt that I'm not yours and you aren't mine," Harry pressed a feather light kiss on Draco's lips. "I might not know much about Veelas, but I can assure you that you are, and will always be my only lover," Harry stared straight into his love's silver eyes, "And, if you ever, and I mean ever, think about taking a fuck buddy I will rip them apart with my bare hands then I'll kill you."
To Draco, he couldn't help but feel a tinge aroused. He was enchanted with the slight glow of his mate's green eyes and the whole cool but threatening manner. He had no doubt that what Harry said was the truth. Besides, he had no problem with it since there was no way in hell he would ever get rid of his other half who equaled him in every way.
Even though Harry had just blatantly admitted that they were the only ones for one another, he couldn't help but feel some sadness, jealousy, something nagged at him that Harry wasn't completely his. Dammit, he didn't like to share!
"There's something I have to tell you."
Draco couldn't help but fear those seven words. Was he going to change his mind? What would I do if he left me?
"It's about Thomas." Immediately Draco pulled Harry as close as humanly possible. Placing his forehead in the crook of his lovers neck he waited. "Somehow, and don't ask me how 'cause I have no clue, me and him are connected." Harry forced himself not to flinch when he felt Draco's fingers dig into his back unintentionally. "I overheard Sirius and my aunt speaking in the kitchen. They said that Thomas had bonded with a werewolf a week previously and…"
"What!" Draco shouted in disbelief as he stared into his lover's face whose eyes were focused on a spot over his shoulder.
"Somehow, since I hadn't had any sex this past week, my Veela lust cloud or whatever was able to attract Thomas and for some unknown reason, which I don't completely understand, newly claimed mates of werewolves and Veelas who are about to receive their inheritance are attracted together."
"So, you and that - that - dead guy are still lovers?" Draco had to thank his Malfoy upbringing because he restrained himself of strangling the Veela atop him.
"What dead guy?"
"Thomas. He'll be dead as soon as I find him and I'm going to make sure to -" Draco was shushed by a hand over his mouth.
"Listen here Malfoy." Draco merely raised an eyebrow. "You will not raise one finger on him do you hear me? It wasn't his fault. If anything it was my fault for screwing him when I had no business to be screwing him. This whole summer has been a whole different experience. Do you know how it feels to wake up one summer morning and feeling all hot and bothered? Then, to top it all off, have all the teens whom either ignored me or bullied me suddenly all become attracted to me?"
Draco's comment was muffled by the hand. "In case you haven't heard or noticed, but in school I was never ever the promiscuous type. I was a virgin up 'till the time I stepped foot into this house this summer. Having no control over your body that willingly went after anything with two legs that, by the way, were more than willing to spread their own legs was nearly traumatic. It took me several weeks and six owls to understand that nothing was wrong with me.
I thought my magic was helping me get laid or what not. I've never been attracted to anyone - Cho doesn't count. And here I learn that I've been this sex god," Draco was beginning to turn red in the face. It was so hard to keep in the laughter. "that's what I've been called mind you, because I'm a magical creature. A Veela no less. No one's bothered to tell me. And because of that I fucked up some poor boys life by screwing him! Now. You. Draco Malfoy, have nothing to worry about when it comes to sex and other men or women, because my body belongs to you and even my heart so there," to prove his point Harry stuck his tongue out at him in a childish manner.
Draco bit down on Harry's hand, hard enough to hear his Second Half make a cute little noise, pulling away. "Ow!"
"How was it nearly traumatic. Any guy would have loved to be in your position," Draco said, feeling slightly better because of what Harry had said, but also confused. He noted how Harry squirmed in his lap.
"Yea, well, see if any guy likes to be accosted in the middle of the street and then thrown into a garage to get screwed atop a hood of a car. I swear, the Order had a fit when they couldn't get pass that door." Harry sighed.
"A fit? Why would the Order be involved." Draco asked.
"They're watching me and the house. How did you get passed them anyhow?"
Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. Pure luck or slipped by when they were making rounds at another part of the house or something."
"Oh."
"Humor me. Who was this person?" asked Draco. Harry looked away and was squirming again. I wonder how prudish he can be? Maybe I can make him - wiggle more?
Harry blushed slightly and made a point to avoid his Dark Angel's eyes. "Amanda. A college grad a few houses down."
"You. You screwed an older woman?" Draco was boggled.
Harry frowned. He didn't like talking about the people he had sexual intercourse with; he would never be able to refer it as a simple fuck, or in this case screw, he had more compassion than that. "That's none of your concern love. My past lovers and yours aren't a concern now, and never will be," Harry yelped as he felt a pinch on his rear.
"Oh really. Then what about that jack ass? He's a part of your life now forever and I will be dammed if he touches you!" Draco scowled at Harry's smiling face.
You think this is funny do you. Well lets see about that! Harry yelped as he was pushed off of his Dark Angel who was eyeing him in a manner that had Harry more than afraid.
"Draco?" This might not be good. Harry thought to himself.
Narcissa was pacing in front of the grand clock that was hanging from the hearth's mantle. Her steps occasionally stopped to peer at the hands that stated the hour. Fumbling with the cord of her robe, she didn't notice her husband sitting up from bed and watching her.
"Draco's fine my Sweet." Severus said, watching as his wife turned to glare at him; an unexpected expression.
"Says you!" she snapped, before returning to her pacing. Hugging herself around her waist, she murmured to herself, forgetting momentarily that her husband was also able to clearly hear her clearly. "They should be here by now."
"They? Who's they?" Severus asked, moving himself up in the bed so he rested against a pillow propped up against the headboard.
"Oh, um - dammit!" Narcissa ran her fingers through her loose hair and sighed. "I guess you should know. You are going to find out soon."
Severus frowned as his wife smiled softly at him. She made her way to the bed, where she lifted the blanket, and carefully climbed onto the comfortable mattress and settled herself between his legs where he gladly encircled her waist, resting his hands on her abdomen where he stroked gently.
"Your son has found his mate." Narcissa murmured.
"That's wonderful. Whose the lucky girl?" Severus asked, placing a kiss atop her head.
"It's not a girl." She said smiling.
"Oh. Well, who's the lucky bloke then?"
She sighed. "If I tell you, you might have a stroke."
"Nonsense. Tell me before I slip something in your morning tea."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Sweet, never underestimate a father who's interested in the well being of his child."
"Mhm, never threaten a mother carrying twins." as an afterthought she added. "She will refrain from sex."
Severus was silent.
Narcissa chuckled.
"Evil vampire."
"Don't forget stunning Darling."
"Never."
"Good."
"Now. Tell me who's this mystery male?"
"Draco!" Harry was in hysterics as he tried to squirm away from the tickling fingers of his mate. "Malfoy!"
Draco quickly took that opportunity to get some facts straight of his own. Taking his second half's wrists in his hands, he pinned them above the messy flop of hair on the bed, while he placed his body atop the laughing one.
"What - what are you up to Mr. Malfoy?" Harry said, trying to calm himself as the pants Draco wore rubbed against a sensitive area.
Draco smiled, fangs flashing a hello. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. "That's where you're wrong my love." Harry shifted underneath him trying to find a way out. "Haven't you read the Daily Prophet?"
Harry stilled. Okay… why the change of subject? " No. Why?"
"My former -" Draco sneered. "father is deceased." Harry opened his mouth, ready to give his condolences but he kept it shut. "Besides, I really couldn't care less for the man." Smiling slyly, Draco continued. "He wasn't really my father."
"Uh…"
"Eloquent as always Mr. Harry James Potter-Snape." Draco couldn't help but smile at his second half's expression. One of horror and surprise.
"What!?"
End of Chapter 3
A/N: Finally.... was this confusing? I know the dream sequences were weird but dreams are weird. /the second one... i don't know where the hell that came from so don't question it
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Teaser: (ch4) Draco & Narcissa along with a mystery person get together to discuss some important facts. Here there will be important new information that popped in my head.... here's a small taste: "Just drink it Draco." Severus spoke calmly. "I don't think I can." Draco replied softly as he lowered the glass to his lap and stared at two pairs of understanding eyes. "You drank blood before. Lucius's blood, remember." Narcissa said sipping at her own drink. "Yes but - but I couldn't help it." "Do you regret it?" Severus asked.
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