Harry Potter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away
By: Darkmoore
Bill stood there in front of all of his siblings, rubbing his hand and said, "Hello Weatherby."
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Chapter Fifteen – The White Lily
Sometime later, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys were all sitting at the Gryffindor table enjoying their lunch when they noticed the Minister of Magic and his staff finally leaving the castle. As Ginny watched Percy walk out of the main entrance, she turned to the others and observed, "I see they got Madame Pomphrey to fix his nose and black eye."
Harry, Ron and the twins all laughed. Hermione tutted at them and said, "I can't believe that you hit him in Dumbledore's office and you didn't invite me."
This made them all laugh harder. Ron sputtered a bit between laughing fits and was finally was able to say, "Don't blame us; it was Bill who hit him."
"Repeatedly," chorused the twins together.
"Besides, Hermione," Harry said with a large smile on his face, "What were you going to do about it?"
"Supervise."
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When lunch was over, Professor McGonagall approached the Gryffindors as they returned to the castle after escorting the visiting Weasleys to the gates. "Potter," the stern Deputy Headmistress said. "The Headmaster would like to have a word with you this afternoon."
"Yes, Professor, I'll be up there in a moment," Harry told her, and she walked off with a nod. He turned to his friends and said, "I have no idea how long I'll be gone, so you had better start working on the potion without me."
The others nodded, and Ron asked, "Where are we going to set up the cauldron? Moaning Myrtle's bathroom again?"
"Actually, I was thinking about the teacher's quarters behind my office. That would guarantee us some privacy, and I won't be using it for anything else anymore," Harry said, his face becoming saddened as he remembered his last encounter with Parvati there in "their room".
Hermione saw this and spoke up quickly. "Actually, that would be an excellent place to work, Harry. That way, when you have to use the potion again, it'll be close by."
The others agreed with her, so she, Ron and Ginny set off for Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts office, armed with the password to the adjoining private quarters. Harry made his way up to Professor Dumbledore's office, wondering why the Headmaster wanted to see him this time.
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A few minutes later, Harry found himself standing outside of Dumbledore's office, talking to the gargoyle and trying vainly to remember the password Thorgood had given when they had entered the office that morning. After five minutes of trying, he finally remembered it and said "Malted Macaroons" and the gargoyle finally moved aside to reveal the stairs.
"Ah, Harry, I see that you've been well fed and have calmed down from our exciting morning," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, his trademark twinkle alight in his eyes.
"Yes, sir," Harry said, smiling just as much. "What can I do for you this afternoon?"
"I wanted to talk to you about Voldemort; I am rather concerned about how he knew you were going to be out of the castle yesterday afternoon."
"It wasn't a planned trip, if that's what you mean, sir," admitted Harry, as he sat in one of the winged back chairs in front of the Headmaster's desk. "If anything, it was a spur of the moment decision."
"I see," said Dumbledore as he stroked his beard, obviously thinking about something. "Harry, has your scar been hurting you recently?"
"Not since last year, but you know about that last time. It was after Wormtail had been captured."
"Yes, I remember that day very well." Dumbledore began to pace around the room, as if thinking many things at once. Abruptly he stopped, and said, "Harry, would you mind if I probed your mind to see if Voldemort has been attempting to spy on you again through your link?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, and replied, "Yes, I do mind, but you can do it anyway."
Dumbledore chuckled. "I couldn't ask for a more honest answer than that." Looking into Harry's eyes and raising his wand, the elderly wizard said, "Legimens."
Harry suddenly felt the Headmaster probing his thoughts and memories for traces of Voldemort's presence, and he began to remember several things from the previous year as Dumbledore rifled through those memories. His thoughts flashed back at a rapid fire pace to the trial, the private sessions where he learned Occlumency, and then to using the Cruciatus on Bellatrix LeStrange. At the memory of attempting to cast an Unforgivable on Bellatrix, Harry suddenly felt ashamed of himself again. Inadvertently, he affected Dumbledore's search of his mind by deflecting the old man's probing toward other types of memories.
Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with images of his love life: his first ever kiss that he shared with Cho Chang, his relationship with Susan Bones and how she let him touch her under her robes, and finally ending on his relationship with Parvati. Harry remembered how he lost his virginity to her, and then his memories flashed to the night when she broke up with him over her jealously of the white lily in his sitting room, and her insistence that it meant he was in love with Malfoy.
Then Harry's memories moved on to Draco Malfoy and his endless attempts to make Harry fall in love with him. After that, Harry felt Dumbledore leave his mind. He heard the Headmaster chuckle, and he began to blush furiously when he realized the intimate moments he had just accidentally shared with his mentor.
"Well, Harry," Dumbledore said with amusement, "It seems that you are not quite as innocent as I once presumed. However, I must ask you…"
"It was only the one time Professor! Parvati and I were just in the room together the one time, and I'm sorry if you're disappointed in me for using it, but there was nowhere else to go and I…" Harry blurted out quickly before he was stopped by the raised hand of the Headmaster.
"Harry, I am not concerned about your use of the rooms behind your office. You are a responsible young man, and any moment of happiness in times such as these is not for me to judge one way or another. However, I was curious about that image of the white lily in your mind."
"The lily? Well that was a gift from Malfoy. I haven't thought about it much since I found it in my office. I almost got rid of it, but he said it was in honor of my mum and for some reason I just couldn't throw it away. I placed it in the sitting room of those quarters and never touched it again."
"I see," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Did you receive it before or after Ms. Patil severed your relationship?"
"Before, I believe. Why do ask?"
"I think that Mr. Malfoy may have jinxed the flower in order to upset your relationships. If you had a falling out with your girlfriend, he would have a better chance to mate and bond with you. We should destroy it as soon as possible."
Harry's eyes went wide, "Sir, I sent Ron, Hermione and Ginny to the office just before I came here. Do you think it could affect them as well?"
"I daresay it would. Come along now Harry."
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A short time later, Harry and Dumbledore arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office to find the door standing wide open and the sounds of a heated argument coming from inside the adjoining private quarters. The two rushed into the sitting room to find the three Gryffindors fighting, while the normally sparkling white lily was turned toward them, glowing a sickly green.
"What's going on in here?" Harry demanded, and the three stopped arguing with each other at the sound of his voice. However, they united and turned on him instead.
"You self centered, stuck up, fame seeking bastard! How dare you talk to us like that!" Ron bellowed at his best friend.
"Yeah, you think you're so much better than we are. You won't even accept love when it's offered to you," Ginny growled hatefully to him.
"Harry Potter, you go around making people think you're so smart, when it's really me who is the brains behind everything you do!" spat an angry Hermione.
"Guys? What are you talking about?" sputtered a confused Harry.
Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of a small explosion, as Dumbledore destroyed the white lily, thus freeing everyone from its effects.
"Wha… what happened?" Ron asked as his head cleared from the spell.
Dumbledore answered, "It seems that Mr. Malfoy constructed that flower to turn anyone in its presence against Harry, so that he would be more susceptible to his advances. It was a remarkable work of magic, if I do say so myself. I must remember to award him house points for it later."
The four teenagers looked at him like he was mental for saying that.
"Or perhaps I shouldn't, under the circumstances," Dumbledore said with a chuckle and a twinkle.
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Sometime later, as Harry and Ron were plotting ways of torturing Malfoy for the flower incident, they were all working on different parts of the recipe for the Congealment of Erasure. As Harry was chopping the gillyweed into perfectly measured pieces, he thought to himself, 'I wonder if Parvati will be back to normal again now that the flower is gone? It's all my fault this happened to her.'
"Stop it," Hermione said to him a moment later.
Harry stopped his chopping and asked, "Did I do it wrong?"
She smiled at him and said, "Not that! Stop blaming yourself for what happened to Parvati. You heard what Dumbledore said before he left. She'll be fine again now. Maybe you'll even get back together."
"I hope so," whispered Harry, and glumly went back to his cutting.
At that point, Ron spoke up. "Hey, Harry, I've been thinking. We need to get the twins involved in this revenge against the ferret business, because I bet they would have loads of great ideas."
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Once they had completed all the initial preparation of the potion, the four went down to have supper in the Great Hall. The potion needed to simmer for five hours before the next stage of the brewing process could begin.
"This potion is going much faster than the Polyjuice Potion did," Hermione said on their way down the stairs to the Great Hall.
"Thank Merlin for small favors," Harry muttered.
"Polyjuice Potion? When did you brew that one?" Ginny asked.
The other three looked cagily at each other for a moment, but said nothing. Seeing the looks being shared caused Ginny to give them her best impression of the look her mother gave the twins when she knew they'd been up to something.
"We brewed it once years ago, Ginny. Nothing to worry about," Ron said, trying to make light of it.
Clearly Ginny didn't believe a word of it, and Harry looked at her and quietly said, "We did it in our second year to find out more about the Heir."
"Oh," was all she said, and they entered the hall to eat. No one spoke about it again.
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Once they were seated at the table, Ron began to load his plate with gusto, while the girls were caught between amusement and disgust as they watched him. Harry however, noticed a certain Slytherin sitting across the hall watching him lustily. Harry's blood began to boil at the sight of the blond git.
"Ignore him, Harry," Hermione chanted in his ear. After seven years of chanted it in his ear, it had almost become his mantra. However, today he didn't want to ignore Malfoy. Today he wanted to smash his face in for trying to separate him from the people who loved him.
"Selfish bastard," Harry growled as he began to shred his dinner roll. "He took the one person who…" Harry began and after a momentary pause, he said, "He took Parvati away from me."
Hermione reached over and grabbed his hand and said, "Parvati wasn't the only person who loves you Harry. We all love you."
"I don't mean it that way. What I had with Parvati was different. She the first really normal thing I've had in my life in a very long time. When I was with her, it was like I was just Harry, not the famous Boy-Who-Lived."
Ron nodded his head in understanding. "You know, mate, now that the flower thingy is gone, she'll be returned to normal and … well you know." Then Ron wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which made Harry blush while the girls giggled.
Just as Harry was beginning to feel better, Draco Malfoy came strutting up to the group. Sitting down a little too close to Harry, he purred, "Hello, love. I've been thinking about you all day long."
"Really?" Harry asked, "I've not thought about you at all."
Malfoy smiled charmingly at Harry, and said, "Now, stop teasing me like that! I know that you've been thinking of me. A Veela always knows when their mate is thinking about them."
"How would you know that? You and Harry haven't bonded," Hermione asked, curious.
"No, we've haven't, not that it's any of your business mudb … Granger. Veela always have an extra sense when it comes to the ones they love above all others, even before the bond is completed."
Harry threw Malfoy a dirty look and said, "You're right, Malfoy. I was thinking about you today. I was looking at that white lily you made for me in memory of my mother. You know, the one that causes everyone I care about to turn on me and treat me like dirt? I was thinking what a sodding git you are for doing that to me when you have professed your undying love for me and sworn that you would never hurt me."
"It was for your own good, Harry," Malfoy said, unashamed at being caught.
Suddenly a glass pitcher filled with water exploded a few feet down the table from them, as Harry rose from the table to advance on the Veela. "MY. OWN. GOOD?" growled Harry through clenched teeth. "How is it, Malfoy, that it's in my best interests for you to isolate me from everyone I love, causing me to go through heartache and despair? How is that for my own good?" Then another explosion occurred, only this time it was one of the wall mounted brackets holding a lit torch.
"Potter, calm down this instant," demanded Professor McGonagall.
However, Harry didn't hear her; he was too busy looking at Malfoy with malice, and quite a bit of magic shining, in his eyes. "You self centered, self-important piece of …" Harry began before he was cut off by a flying tackle from an unknown source.
"Now, now, Potter," reprimanded Professor Thorgood. "Let's think about this for a moment before you do something that will affect the both of you." Harry looked up at the vampire venomously, but also tried his best to calm down.
He heard the Headmaster say, "Mr. Malfoy, I think it might be a wise decision for you to return to the Slytherin common room," as Thorgood hoisted him back up. The last thing as he saw as he was led back to his seat at the table was Malfoy being escorted out of the Great Hall by Professor Snape.
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The next morning, Ron and Harry met Ginny in the common room and made their way to Harry's office, where Hermione was waiting for them. She had spent the night in the staff quarters behind Harry's office, as someone had to be with the potion to add several ingredients periodically through the night.
"Good morning," Hermione said as they walked into the sitting room.
"That remains to be seen," said a grumpy Harry. He was always hard to get out of bed in the mornings, and he was still aggravated with Malfoy from the events of the previous evening.
Ron walked over to the finished potion, which was still in the large cauldron, and stirred it with the large ladle. "Does Harry have to drink this?"
Hermione took a deep breath and said, "No, Ron. I told you before; Harry has to wash his clothes in it. With his clothes covered in the potion, it'll be enough to render him invisible to Malfoy."
"Even his head and hands?" Ginny asked.
"I believe so," Hermione replied as Ron came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Ginny and Harry looked at each other and grinned at how cute the new couple were together. Then Ginny shook herself out of the moment and said, "Okay, Harry, it's time for you to strip!"
Harry's eyes about popped out of his head, and Ron and Hermione snorted.
"I'm sure Hermione only meant for me to wash my outermost clothes, Ginny, not every single thing I am wearing."
"Actually, Harry," Hermione chimed in, "You do have to wash it all, or otherwise he'll get your scent from your underclothes."
Ron laughed, while Ginny smirked and watched him appraisingly, waiting for him to remove his clothes.
Harry, however, squared his shoulders and said, "Alright then, everyone out."
"Aw, but Harry, we need to be here in case you need help," whined Ginny playfully.
"Then Ron can stay," Harry said firmly.
"I don't think so mate! I'm not Seamus," Ron said playfully.
Harry shoved his three friends out the door and shut it in their laughing faces.
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Once Harry had dipped all his clothes in the potion, dried them magically and redressed himself, the four of them went down for breakfast. Just outside the Great Hall, Harry stopped them and asked, "Are you sure this potion doesn't smell too bad?"
"As the potion binds more thoroughly with the clothes, the smell goes away. Anyway, it's not that bad to begin with," Hermione said soothingly.
"It smells like burned rubber, Hermione," complained Harry.
Rolling their eyes, Ron and Ginny tugged at his sleeves, pulling him through the doorway and over to their table to have something to eat. As Harry began to pile bacon and eggs onto his plate, Draco Malfoy sauntered into the hall and started toward the Gryffindor table. He suddenly stopped in his tracks with the oddest look on his face, making Harry wonder if he could be seen or not.
"Hermione," Harry whispered, "I bet he's wondering why there's a plate here and no one's sitting in my place eating it. We didn't think of this."
She looked back to him and thought the same thing, however, they didn't have long to wonder about it.
"Harry?" Draco said with wide eyes, moving closer to the table. "Why are you naked?"
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
TuxedoMac wrote So this is when he killed them, wow. Its a really nice move into the holiday and I think it was funny how he acted to Draco to get a hair and all. Will we see any spells or knowlage other then the finaly spell that his defence teacher transfered to him or so or was that the only spell.
Answer - Mac! Nice to hear from you again. The other spells that are in Harry's brain may or may not show up again, he doesn't know how to control them remember? SO he can't summon them at will. At least not yet.
Yana5 wrote I wanted them to fall for each other, they would have made a cute couple.
Answer - Sweety, this is a preguel, we already know how it ends from Harry Potter and the Honeychurch Institute of Magic. HOwever, I am reading an interesting story by someone known as the Short Fat Fag who has Harry and Draco together, though not as a Veela. Look him up.
athenakitty wrote The souls are finally freed? Harry really doesn't like Umbridgie and Fudgie? Harry got the other Wealseys? How many more flying fists will be headed towards Percy? Did you get rid of your brother and his lovely family? Will Harry bring Hagrid with him to visit his family's vault?
Answer - If you were Harry would you like Fudge and Umbridge? Remember what happened in the other story when he pissed Harry off? Only the souls of that were trapped in the Dementors were freed, but yes, they moved on to wherever souls go when the body dies. My brother and his family went home the other day and I have been working on chapters ever since. As for Hagrid, well Harry isn't planning on any travels to his vaults this school year.
krysalys73 wrote Little bits of Dementor goo everywhere makes for a very happy Krys. Bet Harry was all gloppy from the mess. Ew, wonder if it was smelly? What I so love about your stories is the fact that I can clearly envision everything as I'm reading. And I was also wondering about Hagrid. Maybe he was the one to carry Harry back to the castle, and then headed off to the Forbidden Forest to talk things over with wtever allies he might have left there. Oh, hey! What about Firenze? I'd been wondering if the lily turning green had something to do with that little saying about envy. Oh, snicker, I just had a silly and hilarious thought... Draco's built a shrine to Harry in his room, like having the entire wall above his bed plastered with pics of Harry.
Answer - Dementor goo? Makes me think about Dementor porn, chink-a-pink-a-paw-paw. Actually, when Dementors explode they aren't very "goopy" more along the lines of misty smokey embers. I keep forgetting Hagrid even though I've always like him. Since Harry doesn't really want to go into Malfoy's bedroom, we'll never know about any shrines dedicated to him. Actually, I have many kinds of lily in my yard and they turn green just before they bloom, plus its a Slytherin color. :)
uten wrote Another lovely ending, with Weatherby getting just a little dose of what he truly deserves. The destruction of the dementors was amazing, but is it a one off occurance, or can he repeat it? You are doing a very good job at making Malfoy seem like a nice Veela, which makes Narcissa's howlers mentioned in the sequel all the more realistic. Glad to hear you may be writing more often.
Answer - Just wait until next chapter to understand just how far the Veela thing goes. hehehehehe! Can Harry repeat the destrcution of the Dementors? I don't know, they haven't come around again for us to see. :)
Rhyllen wrote I loved it! Especially the punch that Bill got in to Weatherby! That was hilarious. Keep up the awesome work, and I hope you update soon!
Answer - Oh, it sooooo gets better. :) I am so happy I am back to writing, I truly missed it. :)
Tanydwr wrote I was right about one thing. It pretty much blew the Dementor's head off! Yay! I like the bit with the spirits - 'I'm free!' Malfoy is really bugging me, but I hate the character at the best of times. Hmm, well, what's happening with Harry's love-life. I mean, he broke up with Parvati, did he get back together? There was that shower thing with Seamus, or was that after breaking up with someone else? Malfoy's sickening. He keeps following Harry around like a lovesick puppy. Doesn't he realise that that is not attractive? Keep up the good work.
Answer - Of course, you hate Malfoy, you're suppose too, he's one of the villians. As for Parvati, she broke up with him because of the white lily that has now been destroyed, so she should be returning to normal now, so they technically haven't broken up yet. Also, we're still at Christmas, the shower scene doesn't happen until the second term of the year. Well, you just read this chapter, what do you think? Malfoy's are very self important and see themselves of walking gods. :)
Tarkas1956 wrote (quite a bit, Merlin bless him/her) the Ministry Trio show a notable lack of connection with reality, especially dear Dolores... Equally interesting are the hints you give of the events of Harry's sixth year; can we now expect a prequel to this prequel? Edited out part of review hereSpeaking of the Albino Rodent, he is, as usual, getting away with far too much, and I'd like to see someone slap him down HARD! How the blazes Madam Pomfrey put up with him lurking in the hospital wing when she's always thrown out Harry's friends is beyond me, and Harry himself is being far too docile in the face of Malfoy's harrassment. At the very least, Harry should be yelling to the world that he's not Malfoy's mate every time the ferret utters it; if he's not careful, it'll be accepted as a fact simply by being repeated so many times!
Answer - There will be NO 6th year fiction, I tried it once already and I'm here to tell you, it's not in me. I had a good beginning with Harry being really depressed, but I couldn't get him out of it. Sorry. Madame Pomphrey is effected by the Veela charm like everyone else (but Harry). Also as you've just read, Harry has plans for Malfoy. The Congealment of Erasure is going to be a lot of fun.
By: Darkmoore
Bill stood there in front of all of his siblings, rubbing his hand and said, "Hello Weatherby."
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Chapter Fifteen – The White Lily
Sometime later, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys were all sitting at the Gryffindor table enjoying their lunch when they noticed the Minister of Magic and his staff finally leaving the castle. As Ginny watched Percy walk out of the main entrance, she turned to the others and observed, "I see they got Madame Pomphrey to fix his nose and black eye."
Harry, Ron and the twins all laughed. Hermione tutted at them and said, "I can't believe that you hit him in Dumbledore's office and you didn't invite me."
This made them all laugh harder. Ron sputtered a bit between laughing fits and was finally was able to say, "Don't blame us; it was Bill who hit him."
"Repeatedly," chorused the twins together.
"Besides, Hermione," Harry said with a large smile on his face, "What were you going to do about it?"
"Supervise."
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When lunch was over, Professor McGonagall approached the Gryffindors as they returned to the castle after escorting the visiting Weasleys to the gates. "Potter," the stern Deputy Headmistress said. "The Headmaster would like to have a word with you this afternoon."
"Yes, Professor, I'll be up there in a moment," Harry told her, and she walked off with a nod. He turned to his friends and said, "I have no idea how long I'll be gone, so you had better start working on the potion without me."
The others nodded, and Ron asked, "Where are we going to set up the cauldron? Moaning Myrtle's bathroom again?"
"Actually, I was thinking about the teacher's quarters behind my office. That would guarantee us some privacy, and I won't be using it for anything else anymore," Harry said, his face becoming saddened as he remembered his last encounter with Parvati there in "their room".
Hermione saw this and spoke up quickly. "Actually, that would be an excellent place to work, Harry. That way, when you have to use the potion again, it'll be close by."
The others agreed with her, so she, Ron and Ginny set off for Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts office, armed with the password to the adjoining private quarters. Harry made his way up to Professor Dumbledore's office, wondering why the Headmaster wanted to see him this time.
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A few minutes later, Harry found himself standing outside of Dumbledore's office, talking to the gargoyle and trying vainly to remember the password Thorgood had given when they had entered the office that morning. After five minutes of trying, he finally remembered it and said "Malted Macaroons" and the gargoyle finally moved aside to reveal the stairs.
"Ah, Harry, I see that you've been well fed and have calmed down from our exciting morning," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, his trademark twinkle alight in his eyes.
"Yes, sir," Harry said, smiling just as much. "What can I do for you this afternoon?"
"I wanted to talk to you about Voldemort; I am rather concerned about how he knew you were going to be out of the castle yesterday afternoon."
"It wasn't a planned trip, if that's what you mean, sir," admitted Harry, as he sat in one of the winged back chairs in front of the Headmaster's desk. "If anything, it was a spur of the moment decision."
"I see," said Dumbledore as he stroked his beard, obviously thinking about something. "Harry, has your scar been hurting you recently?"
"Not since last year, but you know about that last time. It was after Wormtail had been captured."
"Yes, I remember that day very well." Dumbledore began to pace around the room, as if thinking many things at once. Abruptly he stopped, and said, "Harry, would you mind if I probed your mind to see if Voldemort has been attempting to spy on you again through your link?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, and replied, "Yes, I do mind, but you can do it anyway."
Dumbledore chuckled. "I couldn't ask for a more honest answer than that." Looking into Harry's eyes and raising his wand, the elderly wizard said, "Legimens."
Harry suddenly felt the Headmaster probing his thoughts and memories for traces of Voldemort's presence, and he began to remember several things from the previous year as Dumbledore rifled through those memories. His thoughts flashed back at a rapid fire pace to the trial, the private sessions where he learned Occlumency, and then to using the Cruciatus on Bellatrix LeStrange. At the memory of attempting to cast an Unforgivable on Bellatrix, Harry suddenly felt ashamed of himself again. Inadvertently, he affected Dumbledore's search of his mind by deflecting the old man's probing toward other types of memories.
Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with images of his love life: his first ever kiss that he shared with Cho Chang, his relationship with Susan Bones and how she let him touch her under her robes, and finally ending on his relationship with Parvati. Harry remembered how he lost his virginity to her, and then his memories flashed to the night when she broke up with him over her jealously of the white lily in his sitting room, and her insistence that it meant he was in love with Malfoy.
Then Harry's memories moved on to Draco Malfoy and his endless attempts to make Harry fall in love with him. After that, Harry felt Dumbledore leave his mind. He heard the Headmaster chuckle, and he began to blush furiously when he realized the intimate moments he had just accidentally shared with his mentor.
"Well, Harry," Dumbledore said with amusement, "It seems that you are not quite as innocent as I once presumed. However, I must ask you…"
"It was only the one time Professor! Parvati and I were just in the room together the one time, and I'm sorry if you're disappointed in me for using it, but there was nowhere else to go and I…" Harry blurted out quickly before he was stopped by the raised hand of the Headmaster.
"Harry, I am not concerned about your use of the rooms behind your office. You are a responsible young man, and any moment of happiness in times such as these is not for me to judge one way or another. However, I was curious about that image of the white lily in your mind."
"The lily? Well that was a gift from Malfoy. I haven't thought about it much since I found it in my office. I almost got rid of it, but he said it was in honor of my mum and for some reason I just couldn't throw it away. I placed it in the sitting room of those quarters and never touched it again."
"I see," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Did you receive it before or after Ms. Patil severed your relationship?"
"Before, I believe. Why do ask?"
"I think that Mr. Malfoy may have jinxed the flower in order to upset your relationships. If you had a falling out with your girlfriend, he would have a better chance to mate and bond with you. We should destroy it as soon as possible."
Harry's eyes went wide, "Sir, I sent Ron, Hermione and Ginny to the office just before I came here. Do you think it could affect them as well?"
"I daresay it would. Come along now Harry."
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A short time later, Harry and Dumbledore arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office to find the door standing wide open and the sounds of a heated argument coming from inside the adjoining private quarters. The two rushed into the sitting room to find the three Gryffindors fighting, while the normally sparkling white lily was turned toward them, glowing a sickly green.
"What's going on in here?" Harry demanded, and the three stopped arguing with each other at the sound of his voice. However, they united and turned on him instead.
"You self centered, stuck up, fame seeking bastard! How dare you talk to us like that!" Ron bellowed at his best friend.
"Yeah, you think you're so much better than we are. You won't even accept love when it's offered to you," Ginny growled hatefully to him.
"Harry Potter, you go around making people think you're so smart, when it's really me who is the brains behind everything you do!" spat an angry Hermione.
"Guys? What are you talking about?" sputtered a confused Harry.
Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of a small explosion, as Dumbledore destroyed the white lily, thus freeing everyone from its effects.
"Wha… what happened?" Ron asked as his head cleared from the spell.
Dumbledore answered, "It seems that Mr. Malfoy constructed that flower to turn anyone in its presence against Harry, so that he would be more susceptible to his advances. It was a remarkable work of magic, if I do say so myself. I must remember to award him house points for it later."
The four teenagers looked at him like he was mental for saying that.
"Or perhaps I shouldn't, under the circumstances," Dumbledore said with a chuckle and a twinkle.
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Sometime later, as Harry and Ron were plotting ways of torturing Malfoy for the flower incident, they were all working on different parts of the recipe for the Congealment of Erasure. As Harry was chopping the gillyweed into perfectly measured pieces, he thought to himself, 'I wonder if Parvati will be back to normal again now that the flower is gone? It's all my fault this happened to her.'
"Stop it," Hermione said to him a moment later.
Harry stopped his chopping and asked, "Did I do it wrong?"
She smiled at him and said, "Not that! Stop blaming yourself for what happened to Parvati. You heard what Dumbledore said before he left. She'll be fine again now. Maybe you'll even get back together."
"I hope so," whispered Harry, and glumly went back to his cutting.
At that point, Ron spoke up. "Hey, Harry, I've been thinking. We need to get the twins involved in this revenge against the ferret business, because I bet they would have loads of great ideas."
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Once they had completed all the initial preparation of the potion, the four went down to have supper in the Great Hall. The potion needed to simmer for five hours before the next stage of the brewing process could begin.
"This potion is going much faster than the Polyjuice Potion did," Hermione said on their way down the stairs to the Great Hall.
"Thank Merlin for small favors," Harry muttered.
"Polyjuice Potion? When did you brew that one?" Ginny asked.
The other three looked cagily at each other for a moment, but said nothing. Seeing the looks being shared caused Ginny to give them her best impression of the look her mother gave the twins when she knew they'd been up to something.
"We brewed it once years ago, Ginny. Nothing to worry about," Ron said, trying to make light of it.
Clearly Ginny didn't believe a word of it, and Harry looked at her and quietly said, "We did it in our second year to find out more about the Heir."
"Oh," was all she said, and they entered the hall to eat. No one spoke about it again.
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Once they were seated at the table, Ron began to load his plate with gusto, while the girls were caught between amusement and disgust as they watched him. Harry however, noticed a certain Slytherin sitting across the hall watching him lustily. Harry's blood began to boil at the sight of the blond git.
"Ignore him, Harry," Hermione chanted in his ear. After seven years of chanted it in his ear, it had almost become his mantra. However, today he didn't want to ignore Malfoy. Today he wanted to smash his face in for trying to separate him from the people who loved him.
"Selfish bastard," Harry growled as he began to shred his dinner roll. "He took the one person who…" Harry began and after a momentary pause, he said, "He took Parvati away from me."
Hermione reached over and grabbed his hand and said, "Parvati wasn't the only person who loves you Harry. We all love you."
"I don't mean it that way. What I had with Parvati was different. She the first really normal thing I've had in my life in a very long time. When I was with her, it was like I was just Harry, not the famous Boy-Who-Lived."
Ron nodded his head in understanding. "You know, mate, now that the flower thingy is gone, she'll be returned to normal and … well you know." Then Ron wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which made Harry blush while the girls giggled.
Just as Harry was beginning to feel better, Draco Malfoy came strutting up to the group. Sitting down a little too close to Harry, he purred, "Hello, love. I've been thinking about you all day long."
"Really?" Harry asked, "I've not thought about you at all."
Malfoy smiled charmingly at Harry, and said, "Now, stop teasing me like that! I know that you've been thinking of me. A Veela always knows when their mate is thinking about them."
"How would you know that? You and Harry haven't bonded," Hermione asked, curious.
"No, we've haven't, not that it's any of your business mudb … Granger. Veela always have an extra sense when it comes to the ones they love above all others, even before the bond is completed."
Harry threw Malfoy a dirty look and said, "You're right, Malfoy. I was thinking about you today. I was looking at that white lily you made for me in memory of my mother. You know, the one that causes everyone I care about to turn on me and treat me like dirt? I was thinking what a sodding git you are for doing that to me when you have professed your undying love for me and sworn that you would never hurt me."
"It was for your own good, Harry," Malfoy said, unashamed at being caught.
Suddenly a glass pitcher filled with water exploded a few feet down the table from them, as Harry rose from the table to advance on the Veela. "MY. OWN. GOOD?" growled Harry through clenched teeth. "How is it, Malfoy, that it's in my best interests for you to isolate me from everyone I love, causing me to go through heartache and despair? How is that for my own good?" Then another explosion occurred, only this time it was one of the wall mounted brackets holding a lit torch.
"Potter, calm down this instant," demanded Professor McGonagall.
However, Harry didn't hear her; he was too busy looking at Malfoy with malice, and quite a bit of magic shining, in his eyes. "You self centered, self-important piece of …" Harry began before he was cut off by a flying tackle from an unknown source.
"Now, now, Potter," reprimanded Professor Thorgood. "Let's think about this for a moment before you do something that will affect the both of you." Harry looked up at the vampire venomously, but also tried his best to calm down.
He heard the Headmaster say, "Mr. Malfoy, I think it might be a wise decision for you to return to the Slytherin common room," as Thorgood hoisted him back up. The last thing as he saw as he was led back to his seat at the table was Malfoy being escorted out of the Great Hall by Professor Snape.
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The next morning, Ron and Harry met Ginny in the common room and made their way to Harry's office, where Hermione was waiting for them. She had spent the night in the staff quarters behind Harry's office, as someone had to be with the potion to add several ingredients periodically through the night.
"Good morning," Hermione said as they walked into the sitting room.
"That remains to be seen," said a grumpy Harry. He was always hard to get out of bed in the mornings, and he was still aggravated with Malfoy from the events of the previous evening.
Ron walked over to the finished potion, which was still in the large cauldron, and stirred it with the large ladle. "Does Harry have to drink this?"
Hermione took a deep breath and said, "No, Ron. I told you before; Harry has to wash his clothes in it. With his clothes covered in the potion, it'll be enough to render him invisible to Malfoy."
"Even his head and hands?" Ginny asked.
"I believe so," Hermione replied as Ron came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Ginny and Harry looked at each other and grinned at how cute the new couple were together. Then Ginny shook herself out of the moment and said, "Okay, Harry, it's time for you to strip!"
Harry's eyes about popped out of his head, and Ron and Hermione snorted.
"I'm sure Hermione only meant for me to wash my outermost clothes, Ginny, not every single thing I am wearing."
"Actually, Harry," Hermione chimed in, "You do have to wash it all, or otherwise he'll get your scent from your underclothes."
Ron laughed, while Ginny smirked and watched him appraisingly, waiting for him to remove his clothes.
Harry, however, squared his shoulders and said, "Alright then, everyone out."
"Aw, but Harry, we need to be here in case you need help," whined Ginny playfully.
"Then Ron can stay," Harry said firmly.
"I don't think so mate! I'm not Seamus," Ron said playfully.
Harry shoved his three friends out the door and shut it in their laughing faces.
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Once Harry had dipped all his clothes in the potion, dried them magically and redressed himself, the four of them went down for breakfast. Just outside the Great Hall, Harry stopped them and asked, "Are you sure this potion doesn't smell too bad?"
"As the potion binds more thoroughly with the clothes, the smell goes away. Anyway, it's not that bad to begin with," Hermione said soothingly.
"It smells like burned rubber, Hermione," complained Harry.
Rolling their eyes, Ron and Ginny tugged at his sleeves, pulling him through the doorway and over to their table to have something to eat. As Harry began to pile bacon and eggs onto his plate, Draco Malfoy sauntered into the hall and started toward the Gryffindor table. He suddenly stopped in his tracks with the oddest look on his face, making Harry wonder if he could be seen or not.
"Hermione," Harry whispered, "I bet he's wondering why there's a plate here and no one's sitting in my place eating it. We didn't think of this."
She looked back to him and thought the same thing, however, they didn't have long to wonder about it.
"Harry?" Draco said with wide eyes, moving closer to the table. "Why are you naked?"
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
TuxedoMac wrote So this is when he killed them, wow. Its a really nice move into the holiday and I think it was funny how he acted to Draco to get a hair and all. Will we see any spells or knowlage other then the finaly spell that his defence teacher transfered to him or so or was that the only spell.
Answer - Mac! Nice to hear from you again. The other spells that are in Harry's brain may or may not show up again, he doesn't know how to control them remember? SO he can't summon them at will. At least not yet.
Yana5 wrote I wanted them to fall for each other, they would have made a cute couple.
Answer - Sweety, this is a preguel, we already know how it ends from Harry Potter and the Honeychurch Institute of Magic. HOwever, I am reading an interesting story by someone known as the Short Fat Fag who has Harry and Draco together, though not as a Veela. Look him up.
athenakitty wrote The souls are finally freed? Harry really doesn't like Umbridgie and Fudgie? Harry got the other Wealseys? How many more flying fists will be headed towards Percy? Did you get rid of your brother and his lovely family? Will Harry bring Hagrid with him to visit his family's vault?
Answer - If you were Harry would you like Fudge and Umbridge? Remember what happened in the other story when he pissed Harry off? Only the souls of that were trapped in the Dementors were freed, but yes, they moved on to wherever souls go when the body dies. My brother and his family went home the other day and I have been working on chapters ever since. As for Hagrid, well Harry isn't planning on any travels to his vaults this school year.
krysalys73 wrote Little bits of Dementor goo everywhere makes for a very happy Krys. Bet Harry was all gloppy from the mess. Ew, wonder if it was smelly? What I so love about your stories is the fact that I can clearly envision everything as I'm reading. And I was also wondering about Hagrid. Maybe he was the one to carry Harry back to the castle, and then headed off to the Forbidden Forest to talk things over with wtever allies he might have left there. Oh, hey! What about Firenze? I'd been wondering if the lily turning green had something to do with that little saying about envy. Oh, snicker, I just had a silly and hilarious thought... Draco's built a shrine to Harry in his room, like having the entire wall above his bed plastered with pics of Harry.
Answer - Dementor goo? Makes me think about Dementor porn, chink-a-pink-a-paw-paw. Actually, when Dementors explode they aren't very "goopy" more along the lines of misty smokey embers. I keep forgetting Hagrid even though I've always like him. Since Harry doesn't really want to go into Malfoy's bedroom, we'll never know about any shrines dedicated to him. Actually, I have many kinds of lily in my yard and they turn green just before they bloom, plus its a Slytherin color. :)
uten wrote Another lovely ending, with Weatherby getting just a little dose of what he truly deserves. The destruction of the dementors was amazing, but is it a one off occurance, or can he repeat it? You are doing a very good job at making Malfoy seem like a nice Veela, which makes Narcissa's howlers mentioned in the sequel all the more realistic. Glad to hear you may be writing more often.
Answer - Just wait until next chapter to understand just how far the Veela thing goes. hehehehehe! Can Harry repeat the destrcution of the Dementors? I don't know, they haven't come around again for us to see. :)
Rhyllen wrote I loved it! Especially the punch that Bill got in to Weatherby! That was hilarious. Keep up the awesome work, and I hope you update soon!
Answer - Oh, it sooooo gets better. :) I am so happy I am back to writing, I truly missed it. :)
Tanydwr wrote I was right about one thing. It pretty much blew the Dementor's head off! Yay! I like the bit with the spirits - 'I'm free!' Malfoy is really bugging me, but I hate the character at the best of times. Hmm, well, what's happening with Harry's love-life. I mean, he broke up with Parvati, did he get back together? There was that shower thing with Seamus, or was that after breaking up with someone else? Malfoy's sickening. He keeps following Harry around like a lovesick puppy. Doesn't he realise that that is not attractive? Keep up the good work.
Answer - Of course, you hate Malfoy, you're suppose too, he's one of the villians. As for Parvati, she broke up with him because of the white lily that has now been destroyed, so she should be returning to normal now, so they technically haven't broken up yet. Also, we're still at Christmas, the shower scene doesn't happen until the second term of the year. Well, you just read this chapter, what do you think? Malfoy's are very self important and see themselves of walking gods. :)
Tarkas1956 wrote (quite a bit, Merlin bless him/her) the Ministry Trio show a notable lack of connection with reality, especially dear Dolores... Equally interesting are the hints you give of the events of Harry's sixth year; can we now expect a prequel to this prequel? Edited out part of review hereSpeaking of the Albino Rodent, he is, as usual, getting away with far too much, and I'd like to see someone slap him down HARD! How the blazes Madam Pomfrey put up with him lurking in the hospital wing when she's always thrown out Harry's friends is beyond me, and Harry himself is being far too docile in the face of Malfoy's harrassment. At the very least, Harry should be yelling to the world that he's not Malfoy's mate every time the ferret utters it; if he's not careful, it'll be accepted as a fact simply by being repeated so many times!
Answer - There will be NO 6th year fiction, I tried it once already and I'm here to tell you, it's not in me. I had a good beginning with Harry being really depressed, but I couldn't get him out of it. Sorry. Madame Pomphrey is effected by the Veela charm like everyone else (but Harry). Also as you've just read, Harry has plans for Malfoy. The Congealment of Erasure is going to be a lot of fun.