Harry Potter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away
By: Darkmoore
"Harry?" asked Dumbledore.
"I have to leave," Harry said, and bolted from the Headmaster's office.
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Chapter Nineteen – Avoiding
Over the next month Harry had quite a bit to deal with. To begin with his training sessions with Professor Thorgood had become increasingly difficult as he learned to command the spells and information that was placed in his mind by the vampire months before.
Then there were the private tutorials with Professor McGonagall where he had the exhausting task of transforming from one animagus form, back to human, then into his other form and then back to human once again. She had even hinted that she wanted him to be able to transform from one animagus form directly into the other without the need to become human in between. Harry was not looking forward to that, his bones and muscles were aching as it was.
Speaking of aching muscles, he had been training with the Quidditch team in preparation of the upcoming Gryffindor / Ravenclaw game and Ron was almost as bad a taskmaster as his professors had been. However, unlike the teachers, Harry always felt better after his training with the team.
When he wasn't doing all of these activities, there was the fact that he was also being constantly pursued by Draco Malfoy, due to the fact that he was a part Veela and had chosen Harry to be his chosen mate and wanted to bond with him. Harry had successfully used the Congealment of Erasure to hide from the Slytherin, but that was running out now and he had been forbidden to brew anymore of it by Professor Snape. Snape had conveyed to Professor Dumbledore that the congealment would become harmful to Harry if he continued to take it for the remainder of his time at Hogwarts.
If that wasn't bad enough, Harry also had his duties a the Head Boy, which Hermione made sure he did with every breath in her body and there was also the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes that he was teaching. He felt like he was forever reading essays and grading tests.
In all accounts Harry Potter was a very busy young man.
So as it was, Harry was currently sitting in the library researching and writing an essay for Professor Snape about the dangers known and unforeseeable side effects when using the Congealment of Erasure. Harry was not enjoying himself, mostly because he couldn't find any dangers or side effects.
"Hey mate," Ron said as he sat down beside Harry at the table.
"Hey Ron," replied Harry happy for the distraction from this thrice damned essay. "What's going on?"
"Hermione is driving me barmy," Ron complained.
"I think that's her job in the universe, to wind you up and drive you barmy," Harry said with a smirk from behind his scroll of parchment.
Ron shot his best friend a look and continued, "That's not what I meant, though it would be brilliant if she would …" It was at this point that Ron went silent and realized what he was about to say and quickly drew himself out of the thought and went on with his main topic of conversation. "What I mean is, she is convinced that Vol … Vol …"
"Voldemort."
"Yeah, him, is about to launch a major attack on the wizarding world," Ron finished.
Harry sighed, sadly enough; he had been thinking the same thing. Twice more Voldemort had attempted to send images of horrific scenes into Harry's mind, but had failed. Harry didn't know what the images would have been and he was secretly curious, but every time he thought about letting the dark wizard show him the scenes the angelic little face of Brianna Sloan would appear in his mind's eye and he would stop himself.
"I think she may be right about that Ron," Harry said at last.
Ron gulped, he was worried about it himself, but as long as Harry didn't say it, then it wouldn't happen, but now Harry had said it.
Harry looked grave, but then a sly smile crossed his face and he leaned in to Ron and whispered, "You know Ron, since Hermione is all worked up about all of this, maybe you should just go up to her and snog the hell out of her."
For a moment Ron got a dreamy look on his face and then shook himself out of it, "Harry!"
"It's just a thought Ron."
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A short time later, Harry left the library and was walking towards his office in order to get a head start marking the latest essays he had collected earlier that week. Not that he really wanted to, but knew it was the responsible thing to do. However, just before he reached his classroom door he was stopped.
"Harry."
Harry turned to see Draco Malfoy standing there watching him intently. "What do you want Malfoy?"
"You."
"Not funny," said Harry wearily.
"I'm not trying to be funny Harry, I truly mean it," Draco said sincerely as he raised his hand and attempted to stroke Harry's cheek.
However, Harry swatted his hand away. "No, Malfoy, you don't get to do that."
Malfoy pouted and asked, "Why not? You are my chosen after all. When we are bonded, we can do that all the time."
"No, we will not be bonded. No, we will not be touching. No, I am not you chosen and lastly, because I like breasts, that is why we cannot be together."
Malfoy smirked unfazed, "You know there is a charm that can grow a pair of those if you like."
Harry shuddered at the thought. "No thank you Malfoy, I do not want to have a pair of them on myself, just on the person I am with."
"Oh well, it was worth a shot," Malfoy said in a flirty voice.
"Why are you here and not out terrorizing some poor defenseless first year?" asked an increasingly irritated Harry.
"Because they are boring and you are dynamic and exhilarating. Every time I look at you I fall in love with you all over again. I can't help it; we are destined to be together for all eternity."
Harry thought about what his rival had just said and asked, "How do you feel whenever you can't see me?"
Malfoy looked in to Harry's eyes and confessed, "I feel like I have sunk into the deepest of despairs, and that I will never see you again. I am terrified that something has happened to you and I wouldn't be able to prevent it. I desire nothing else than to touch you, to please you, to caress you and to smell you. I dream about lying in your arms at night and just inhaling your scent. I fantasize about bathing with you and scrubbing away your burdens and cleansing you of all the terrible things that plague you."
This confession was not exactly what he had been expecting and truthfully it was nice to hear, just not from Malfoy. "What about Voldemort? You know he has vowed to destroy me."
Malfoy flinched at the word, "You shouldn't say the dark lord's name."
"Alright then," Harry went on, "What about Lucius? Surely he will not be pleased to know that you have chosen me as your mate. Not to mention your mother and Auntie Bellatrix. I don't think either of them would much care for me being your other half either."
"Mother would be pleased to have you in the family," Malfoy said sincerely. "As for my father and aunt, he knows that once my mate has been chosen he has no say in the matter and Bella will respect it or she will deal with me."
"You would fight your own family for me?" asked a stunned Harry. He hadn't thought about this.
"If need be."
"Wow," whispered Harry and then he stood there for a few moments silently.
"May I please spend time with you this evening?" Malfoy asked sheepishly, which was completely out of character for him.
Slightly panicked Harry blurted, "I have essays to mark and I honestly do not want to have to fight off you trying to have sex with me every two minutes."
Malfoy chuckled at Harry, "I promise that I'll be a perfect gentleman. I'll even help you mark some of them, so you can get through them faster. Just let me stay with you, so I can see you and smell you, I always feel calmer when I can do that."
Harry actually smiled, "It's 'Defense Against the Dark Arts,' not 'How to Use the Dark Arts'."
Malfoy smiled back at Harry and said, "I do know the difference."
"Alright, but no funny business or I'll hex the hell out of you."
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"Hey!" called Ron as Harry entered the common room later that night. "Where have you been mate?"
"I've been in my office, grading essays with Malfoy."
"WHAT?" Ron, Hermione and Ginny all said together.
"Harry," Hermione began looking a little worried, "You haven't changed your mind about him have you?"
"No, not really," replied Harry. "He just came to have a talk with me and begged me to let him smell me."
"I hope you showered," Ginny said with a smile.
"I don't think it would have mattered if I had or hadn't," Harry said as he climbed into his favorite chair by the fire and settled in for the night. "He claims that my scent calms him."
"Why did you let him near you at all?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Because he claims that he would fight his father, his aunt and possibly even Voldemort for me."
"Really?" the girls chorused together.
"Uh huh," said Harry, "Interesting development isn't it?"
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A few days later Harry is in front of his classroom teaching a group of first year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs about dueling practices and stances. It was a little advanced for them, but then again he was only teaching them the formalities of the duel, not the curses, hexes or jinxes.
"Now I would like two volunteers to come up in front of the class to help me demonstrate the proper way to bow to an opponent for a formal duel," announced Harry to the first years, which caused several students to raise their hands, including Harry Webster of Gryffindor and Lyman Mills of Hufflepuff.
Harry smiled at them, "Alright, Mr. Webster and Mr. Mills, you can help me." Quickly the two young boys scrambled up to the platform in the middle of the room.
"Now I want you to face each other and bow to each other respectfully like this," said Harry and then demonstrated to them the proper way to do it. The two boys mimicked their teacher and waited for him to continue.
"Very good," praised Harry. "Now to duel with your opponent it is best to use one of four stances. Right now we are going to use the simplest. I don't want you using any spells against each other, but you may use sparks to demonstrate when you would cast your spells." Again Harry demonstrated the stance he wanted them to learn.
The two boys then did as Harry instructed and took there stances and shot sparks at one another when they were ready. Lyman Mills' sparks were way off the mark as they ended up heading towards the corner of the classroom and Harry Webster's sparks were all over the room, no two going in the same direction.
Several of the students laughed at their misfired sparks and Harry shot them a look, though to tell the truth he was about to crack smile himself, but not wanting to hurt their feelings, restrained himself.
"Well, that was a good start," Harry said, trying to sound positive and not embarrass the boys. "However, I forgot to mention that you need to aim the wands as you point them at your target."
Several of the students laughed again, including Mr. Webster and Mr. Mills.
"Alright, let's try that again."
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"Harry?"
Harry turned to once again find that Draco Malfoy had ambushed him outside his office door.
"Yes, Malfoy, what do you want?"
"For you to call me Draco," Malfoy replied sweetly.
Harry smirked at him and said, "No, I don't think so."
Unfazed, Malfoy once again turned up the Veela attraction abilities and asked, "Why not?"
Totally unaffected by them, Harry replied, "Because I am not your mate."
Malfoy pouted, but before he could say anything the room was filling with a dark mist the condensed and formed into Professor Thorgood.
"Mr. Malfoy, please stop bothering Professor Potter."
Malfoy's soft features turned hard and unforgiving, "I am not bothering him, he is my chosen and I was having a polite and civilized conversation with him."
Thorgood looked at the Veela skeptically.
"Ask Harry then," Malfoy said triumphantly.
"Actually," Harry said, not believing he was defending Malfoy, "He was being polite. Well, polite for a Malfoy that is."
Thorgood was looking at Harry with interest now. "Tell me Professor, what are your feelings towards Mr. Malfoy these days?"
"Same as always," Harry replied. "I think he is selfish, underhanded, deceitful and a complete and total self important git."
"Hey," Malfoy said and pouted again.
"Thank goodness, for a moment I thought that you had succumbed to his Veela abilities," Thorgood said relieved.
Harry smiled and chuckled to himself as Malfoy replied, "Of course, he has succumbed to my charms."
"If you say so," the vampire said unenthusiastically. "Now I need to have a private conversation with Professor Potter."
Seizing the opportunity Harry lied, "I wanted to talk to you as well about something that occurred in one of my classes this week and I wanted your opinion."
Scowling, Malfoy left the office, which Thorgood shut behind him.
"Now that we are alone, I wanted to warn you Harry," Thorgood said urgently. "Severus is trying to talk Albus into confiscating your golden cauldron so you can't brew the Congealment of Erasure anymore."
"Why does he want the cauldron? He's already talked the Headmaster into forcing me to not use it anymore," Harry said rather put out.
Thorgood smiled and said, "I suspect it's because he wants that solid gold cauldron so bad that he could taste it. The school only has the smallest size of gold cauldron available as they are so expensive and I'd wager he can't afford one on his own."
"So, he thinks he can just waltz in and take mine?"
"That's right Potter," sneered the Potions Master as he opened Harry's office door.
"Severus, how nice to see you again," Thorgood said with fangs bared.
Snape scowled at the vampire, "Suck your fangs back into your face Thorgood, you don't frighten me."
"What does frighten you Severus?" asked Thorgood.
"Very little," replied Snape with a sneer. Then he turned his attention back to Harry, "Potter, I want you to give me that cauldron this minute. I am confiscating it for your own good."
"No."
Snape stood there livid and Thorgood was smirking.
Through clenched teeth Snape asked, "What do you mean 'no'?"
"I mean you can't have it," Harry said plainly. "It's a very expensive piece of equipment and I do not want it out of my possession."
"That is insubordination Potter," Snape growled at him.
"Actually Severus it isn't," Thorgood chimed in again. "It is his property and he has the right to keep his property in his possession. He has not broken any rules with its use and in fact only used it for his own protection against someone, who could be argued, is trying to rape him. So therefore you have no reason to remove it."
Harry was impressed with Thorgood's reasoning and Snape was looking like he wanted to hex the vampire into the middle of next week.
"It is my purgative to seize any instruments that could be considered to be harmful to a student's health," said Snape looking victorious.
"But Severus," Thorgood began, "He's not a student, he's also a teacher and the equipment is located in the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's private quarters. Where is your authority now?"
At this point Harry sat back down in his chair behind his desk and watched the two men in their battle of wills. He also made a mental note that the next time he found something in which to use to hide from Malfoy; it had better be something Snape couldn't identify.
"Professor Dumbledore …" Snape began before being cut off by the vampire.
"Did not give you unlimited authority to go through the quarters of your fellow teachers," Thorgood said.
Grinding his teeth together so loudly Harry heard it on the other side of the office, Snape said, "The Headmaster wishes to keep Potter from doing anything completely stupid to himself, so therefore is allowing me to take possession of the cauldron for his own safety."
"No, he wants to control me actually, that's the problem," Harry said in a low voice, but the other two still heard him.
"Control you?" asked Thorgood, "What does that mean?"
"Nothing you need worry about Thorgood," snapped Snape.
Having enough of this conversation Harry stood up and said, "What I mean is that Dumbledore has repeatedly attempted to control me and keep things from me that if I had known about before hand, my life would be very different today. What this all boils down to is, him trying to get me worked up into confronting him about this damned cauldron by having Snape …"
At this point Snape sneered at him again.
Harry sighed and corrected himself, "My apologies, by having Professor Snape raise this fuss over something as insignificant as the potion I used to hide from Malfoy, which we all know is harmless to me, in order to get me to talk to him again."
"You're not talking to Albus?" asked Thorgood completely surprised.
"I haven't been for a month now and he knows why I haven't been," Harry said tiredly. "Dumbledore also knows that he is not going to be able to explain his way out of it."
Thorgood was completely struck dumb by this new revelation.
Harry, however, turned his complete attention to the potions master, "If you truly want the cauldron, then take it. I was planning on giving it to you at the end of the year anyway since you seemed to have need of a solid gold one that size."
"You were?" asked Snape skeptically.
"Yes, I was, whether you believe it or not. Now as I just said, if you truly want it you may keep it, if not then leave it where it is and I'll just conveniently forget to take it with me when I graduate. The choice is yours."
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Sometime later, Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower and his awaiting friends.
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Hermione.
"Nothing really, I just need a new way to hide from Malfoy," he replied as he took a seat at the study table where Ron and Hermione were working together in a close huddle.
Ron grinned, "I don't care what Snape says I think you should brew the congealment again."
"I can't, Snape now has the cauldron."
Hermione looked shocked, "Why does he have it?"
"Dumbledore sent him down to take it from me, so I gave it to him outright," Harry explained. Then he laughed, "You should have seen the look on his face, it was somewhere between total glee at getting that cauldron and utter loathing because I was the one who gave it to him."
The other two teenagers laughed with Harry, but Hermione had look she gets when she is thinking about something and right now she was thinking about quite a bit.
"Harry?" asked Hermione, "What other ways have you thought of to hide from Malfoy?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, we need to find it soon. Malfoy has been very nice to me lately. Too nice if you ask me and I think he's plotting something again," Harry replied.
"Well," Hermione said triumphantly, "I think we should go to…"
"The library," Harry and Ron finished for her.
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The next morning Harry was sitting at Gryffindor table with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville eating breakfast and Harry was trying to explain a curse to Neville when the owls arrived with the morning mail. Harry hadn't been expecting anything except his copy of the Daily Prophet and was surprised to have no fewer than four owls arrived that morning.
"You seem popular this morning Harry," Neville said to him with a laugh. Ron agreed and spit a few bits of eggs out of his mouth in the process.
Harry collected the letters and the prophet from the owls, and they departed as soon as he did so. Looking at this letter, Harry noticed that one carried the official seal of Gringott's Bank and he opened that one first.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Good morning to you sir,
This letter is to notify you that in accordance with your wishes to have the entire catalog of the possessions of the Black Family Trust inventoried, we here at Gringott's Wizarding Bank have finally completed your request.
As you may have guessed from the unfortunate wait, that the catalog was quite extensive and the possessions residing at the Malfoy estate was unavailable to us for some time. However, we have prevailed and the items have been returned to your possession and thanks to our team of curse breakers, they have been rendered harmless to you once more.
Please review the attached parchment with the full listing of the inventory and if you have any questions, please allow me to aid you in any way I can.
Gardoth
Gringott's Wizarding Bank
After reading the letter, Harry quickly scanned the inventory list, which was quite extensive. "Wow," Harry breathed, "Who knew that the Blacks had so much stuff?"
"What is it Harry?" asked Hermione with interest.
"It's the catalog of things in the Black Family Trust I asked to have done by the goblins," Harry explained. "It seems they had some trouble getting into Malfoy Manor to finish cataloging the items on the official list."
Everyone laughed and Ron said, "I would have loved to have seen that."
Harry then moved on to the next letter and read it. Harry gasped and dropped the letter to the table and looked ill.
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Ginny worriedly. However, instead of answering Harry handed her the letter, which she read and started giggling madly.
"I think he likes smelling you Harry," Ginny said in a fit of giggles.
"It's not funny Ginny," Harry said all the while staring at the Slytherin table with loathing.
"Yes it is," Ginny replied and handed the letter to Hermione who also began to giggle at it.
"Well, Harry," Hermione said, "You were right, he's up to something."
Harry, however, chose to ignore everyone and opened the third letter and read it.
Harry,
After speaking with both Professor Snape and Professor Thorgood last night, I feel that it is long past time that the two of us had a talk so I can explain some things to you.
Please come to my office after breakfast this morning and we can discuss whatever it is that is bothering you.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
Order of Merlin, First Class
Harry sat there fuming for a moment and thought to himself, 'That barmy old codger!' Then with a glance up to the head table, Harry saw that Dumbledore was looking his way. Instead of acknowledging him as he usually did, Harry stood up, grabbed his rucksack and stormed out of the Great Hall.
To Be Continued ...
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By: Darkmoore
"Harry?" asked Dumbledore.
"I have to leave," Harry said, and bolted from the Headmaster's office.
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Chapter Nineteen – Avoiding
Over the next month Harry had quite a bit to deal with. To begin with his training sessions with Professor Thorgood had become increasingly difficult as he learned to command the spells and information that was placed in his mind by the vampire months before.
Then there were the private tutorials with Professor McGonagall where he had the exhausting task of transforming from one animagus form, back to human, then into his other form and then back to human once again. She had even hinted that she wanted him to be able to transform from one animagus form directly into the other without the need to become human in between. Harry was not looking forward to that, his bones and muscles were aching as it was.
Speaking of aching muscles, he had been training with the Quidditch team in preparation of the upcoming Gryffindor / Ravenclaw game and Ron was almost as bad a taskmaster as his professors had been. However, unlike the teachers, Harry always felt better after his training with the team.
When he wasn't doing all of these activities, there was the fact that he was also being constantly pursued by Draco Malfoy, due to the fact that he was a part Veela and had chosen Harry to be his chosen mate and wanted to bond with him. Harry had successfully used the Congealment of Erasure to hide from the Slytherin, but that was running out now and he had been forbidden to brew anymore of it by Professor Snape. Snape had conveyed to Professor Dumbledore that the congealment would become harmful to Harry if he continued to take it for the remainder of his time at Hogwarts.
If that wasn't bad enough, Harry also had his duties a the Head Boy, which Hermione made sure he did with every breath in her body and there was also the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes that he was teaching. He felt like he was forever reading essays and grading tests.
In all accounts Harry Potter was a very busy young man.
So as it was, Harry was currently sitting in the library researching and writing an essay for Professor Snape about the dangers known and unforeseeable side effects when using the Congealment of Erasure. Harry was not enjoying himself, mostly because he couldn't find any dangers or side effects.
"Hey mate," Ron said as he sat down beside Harry at the table.
"Hey Ron," replied Harry happy for the distraction from this thrice damned essay. "What's going on?"
"Hermione is driving me barmy," Ron complained.
"I think that's her job in the universe, to wind you up and drive you barmy," Harry said with a smirk from behind his scroll of parchment.
Ron shot his best friend a look and continued, "That's not what I meant, though it would be brilliant if she would …" It was at this point that Ron went silent and realized what he was about to say and quickly drew himself out of the thought and went on with his main topic of conversation. "What I mean is, she is convinced that Vol … Vol …"
"Voldemort."
"Yeah, him, is about to launch a major attack on the wizarding world," Ron finished.
Harry sighed, sadly enough; he had been thinking the same thing. Twice more Voldemort had attempted to send images of horrific scenes into Harry's mind, but had failed. Harry didn't know what the images would have been and he was secretly curious, but every time he thought about letting the dark wizard show him the scenes the angelic little face of Brianna Sloan would appear in his mind's eye and he would stop himself.
"I think she may be right about that Ron," Harry said at last.
Ron gulped, he was worried about it himself, but as long as Harry didn't say it, then it wouldn't happen, but now Harry had said it.
Harry looked grave, but then a sly smile crossed his face and he leaned in to Ron and whispered, "You know Ron, since Hermione is all worked up about all of this, maybe you should just go up to her and snog the hell out of her."
For a moment Ron got a dreamy look on his face and then shook himself out of it, "Harry!"
"It's just a thought Ron."
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A short time later, Harry left the library and was walking towards his office in order to get a head start marking the latest essays he had collected earlier that week. Not that he really wanted to, but knew it was the responsible thing to do. However, just before he reached his classroom door he was stopped.
"Harry."
Harry turned to see Draco Malfoy standing there watching him intently. "What do you want Malfoy?"
"You."
"Not funny," said Harry wearily.
"I'm not trying to be funny Harry, I truly mean it," Draco said sincerely as he raised his hand and attempted to stroke Harry's cheek.
However, Harry swatted his hand away. "No, Malfoy, you don't get to do that."
Malfoy pouted and asked, "Why not? You are my chosen after all. When we are bonded, we can do that all the time."
"No, we will not be bonded. No, we will not be touching. No, I am not you chosen and lastly, because I like breasts, that is why we cannot be together."
Malfoy smirked unfazed, "You know there is a charm that can grow a pair of those if you like."
Harry shuddered at the thought. "No thank you Malfoy, I do not want to have a pair of them on myself, just on the person I am with."
"Oh well, it was worth a shot," Malfoy said in a flirty voice.
"Why are you here and not out terrorizing some poor defenseless first year?" asked an increasingly irritated Harry.
"Because they are boring and you are dynamic and exhilarating. Every time I look at you I fall in love with you all over again. I can't help it; we are destined to be together for all eternity."
Harry thought about what his rival had just said and asked, "How do you feel whenever you can't see me?"
Malfoy looked in to Harry's eyes and confessed, "I feel like I have sunk into the deepest of despairs, and that I will never see you again. I am terrified that something has happened to you and I wouldn't be able to prevent it. I desire nothing else than to touch you, to please you, to caress you and to smell you. I dream about lying in your arms at night and just inhaling your scent. I fantasize about bathing with you and scrubbing away your burdens and cleansing you of all the terrible things that plague you."
This confession was not exactly what he had been expecting and truthfully it was nice to hear, just not from Malfoy. "What about Voldemort? You know he has vowed to destroy me."
Malfoy flinched at the word, "You shouldn't say the dark lord's name."
"Alright then," Harry went on, "What about Lucius? Surely he will not be pleased to know that you have chosen me as your mate. Not to mention your mother and Auntie Bellatrix. I don't think either of them would much care for me being your other half either."
"Mother would be pleased to have you in the family," Malfoy said sincerely. "As for my father and aunt, he knows that once my mate has been chosen he has no say in the matter and Bella will respect it or she will deal with me."
"You would fight your own family for me?" asked a stunned Harry. He hadn't thought about this.
"If need be."
"Wow," whispered Harry and then he stood there for a few moments silently.
"May I please spend time with you this evening?" Malfoy asked sheepishly, which was completely out of character for him.
Slightly panicked Harry blurted, "I have essays to mark and I honestly do not want to have to fight off you trying to have sex with me every two minutes."
Malfoy chuckled at Harry, "I promise that I'll be a perfect gentleman. I'll even help you mark some of them, so you can get through them faster. Just let me stay with you, so I can see you and smell you, I always feel calmer when I can do that."
Harry actually smiled, "It's 'Defense Against the Dark Arts,' not 'How to Use the Dark Arts'."
Malfoy smiled back at Harry and said, "I do know the difference."
"Alright, but no funny business or I'll hex the hell out of you."
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"Hey!" called Ron as Harry entered the common room later that night. "Where have you been mate?"
"I've been in my office, grading essays with Malfoy."
"WHAT?" Ron, Hermione and Ginny all said together.
"Harry," Hermione began looking a little worried, "You haven't changed your mind about him have you?"
"No, not really," replied Harry. "He just came to have a talk with me and begged me to let him smell me."
"I hope you showered," Ginny said with a smile.
"I don't think it would have mattered if I had or hadn't," Harry said as he climbed into his favorite chair by the fire and settled in for the night. "He claims that my scent calms him."
"Why did you let him near you at all?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Because he claims that he would fight his father, his aunt and possibly even Voldemort for me."
"Really?" the girls chorused together.
"Uh huh," said Harry, "Interesting development isn't it?"
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A few days later Harry is in front of his classroom teaching a group of first year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs about dueling practices and stances. It was a little advanced for them, but then again he was only teaching them the formalities of the duel, not the curses, hexes or jinxes.
"Now I would like two volunteers to come up in front of the class to help me demonstrate the proper way to bow to an opponent for a formal duel," announced Harry to the first years, which caused several students to raise their hands, including Harry Webster of Gryffindor and Lyman Mills of Hufflepuff.
Harry smiled at them, "Alright, Mr. Webster and Mr. Mills, you can help me." Quickly the two young boys scrambled up to the platform in the middle of the room.
"Now I want you to face each other and bow to each other respectfully like this," said Harry and then demonstrated to them the proper way to do it. The two boys mimicked their teacher and waited for him to continue.
"Very good," praised Harry. "Now to duel with your opponent it is best to use one of four stances. Right now we are going to use the simplest. I don't want you using any spells against each other, but you may use sparks to demonstrate when you would cast your spells." Again Harry demonstrated the stance he wanted them to learn.
The two boys then did as Harry instructed and took there stances and shot sparks at one another when they were ready. Lyman Mills' sparks were way off the mark as they ended up heading towards the corner of the classroom and Harry Webster's sparks were all over the room, no two going in the same direction.
Several of the students laughed at their misfired sparks and Harry shot them a look, though to tell the truth he was about to crack smile himself, but not wanting to hurt their feelings, restrained himself.
"Well, that was a good start," Harry said, trying to sound positive and not embarrass the boys. "However, I forgot to mention that you need to aim the wands as you point them at your target."
Several of the students laughed again, including Mr. Webster and Mr. Mills.
"Alright, let's try that again."
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"Harry?"
Harry turned to once again find that Draco Malfoy had ambushed him outside his office door.
"Yes, Malfoy, what do you want?"
"For you to call me Draco," Malfoy replied sweetly.
Harry smirked at him and said, "No, I don't think so."
Unfazed, Malfoy once again turned up the Veela attraction abilities and asked, "Why not?"
Totally unaffected by them, Harry replied, "Because I am not your mate."
Malfoy pouted, but before he could say anything the room was filling with a dark mist the condensed and formed into Professor Thorgood.
"Mr. Malfoy, please stop bothering Professor Potter."
Malfoy's soft features turned hard and unforgiving, "I am not bothering him, he is my chosen and I was having a polite and civilized conversation with him."
Thorgood looked at the Veela skeptically.
"Ask Harry then," Malfoy said triumphantly.
"Actually," Harry said, not believing he was defending Malfoy, "He was being polite. Well, polite for a Malfoy that is."
Thorgood was looking at Harry with interest now. "Tell me Professor, what are your feelings towards Mr. Malfoy these days?"
"Same as always," Harry replied. "I think he is selfish, underhanded, deceitful and a complete and total self important git."
"Hey," Malfoy said and pouted again.
"Thank goodness, for a moment I thought that you had succumbed to his Veela abilities," Thorgood said relieved.
Harry smiled and chuckled to himself as Malfoy replied, "Of course, he has succumbed to my charms."
"If you say so," the vampire said unenthusiastically. "Now I need to have a private conversation with Professor Potter."
Seizing the opportunity Harry lied, "I wanted to talk to you as well about something that occurred in one of my classes this week and I wanted your opinion."
Scowling, Malfoy left the office, which Thorgood shut behind him.
"Now that we are alone, I wanted to warn you Harry," Thorgood said urgently. "Severus is trying to talk Albus into confiscating your golden cauldron so you can't brew the Congealment of Erasure anymore."
"Why does he want the cauldron? He's already talked the Headmaster into forcing me to not use it anymore," Harry said rather put out.
Thorgood smiled and said, "I suspect it's because he wants that solid gold cauldron so bad that he could taste it. The school only has the smallest size of gold cauldron available as they are so expensive and I'd wager he can't afford one on his own."
"So, he thinks he can just waltz in and take mine?"
"That's right Potter," sneered the Potions Master as he opened Harry's office door.
"Severus, how nice to see you again," Thorgood said with fangs bared.
Snape scowled at the vampire, "Suck your fangs back into your face Thorgood, you don't frighten me."
"What does frighten you Severus?" asked Thorgood.
"Very little," replied Snape with a sneer. Then he turned his attention back to Harry, "Potter, I want you to give me that cauldron this minute. I am confiscating it for your own good."
"No."
Snape stood there livid and Thorgood was smirking.
Through clenched teeth Snape asked, "What do you mean 'no'?"
"I mean you can't have it," Harry said plainly. "It's a very expensive piece of equipment and I do not want it out of my possession."
"That is insubordination Potter," Snape growled at him.
"Actually Severus it isn't," Thorgood chimed in again. "It is his property and he has the right to keep his property in his possession. He has not broken any rules with its use and in fact only used it for his own protection against someone, who could be argued, is trying to rape him. So therefore you have no reason to remove it."
Harry was impressed with Thorgood's reasoning and Snape was looking like he wanted to hex the vampire into the middle of next week.
"It is my purgative to seize any instruments that could be considered to be harmful to a student's health," said Snape looking victorious.
"But Severus," Thorgood began, "He's not a student, he's also a teacher and the equipment is located in the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's private quarters. Where is your authority now?"
At this point Harry sat back down in his chair behind his desk and watched the two men in their battle of wills. He also made a mental note that the next time he found something in which to use to hide from Malfoy; it had better be something Snape couldn't identify.
"Professor Dumbledore …" Snape began before being cut off by the vampire.
"Did not give you unlimited authority to go through the quarters of your fellow teachers," Thorgood said.
Grinding his teeth together so loudly Harry heard it on the other side of the office, Snape said, "The Headmaster wishes to keep Potter from doing anything completely stupid to himself, so therefore is allowing me to take possession of the cauldron for his own safety."
"No, he wants to control me actually, that's the problem," Harry said in a low voice, but the other two still heard him.
"Control you?" asked Thorgood, "What does that mean?"
"Nothing you need worry about Thorgood," snapped Snape.
Having enough of this conversation Harry stood up and said, "What I mean is that Dumbledore has repeatedly attempted to control me and keep things from me that if I had known about before hand, my life would be very different today. What this all boils down to is, him trying to get me worked up into confronting him about this damned cauldron by having Snape …"
At this point Snape sneered at him again.
Harry sighed and corrected himself, "My apologies, by having Professor Snape raise this fuss over something as insignificant as the potion I used to hide from Malfoy, which we all know is harmless to me, in order to get me to talk to him again."
"You're not talking to Albus?" asked Thorgood completely surprised.
"I haven't been for a month now and he knows why I haven't been," Harry said tiredly. "Dumbledore also knows that he is not going to be able to explain his way out of it."
Thorgood was completely struck dumb by this new revelation.
Harry, however, turned his complete attention to the potions master, "If you truly want the cauldron, then take it. I was planning on giving it to you at the end of the year anyway since you seemed to have need of a solid gold one that size."
"You were?" asked Snape skeptically.
"Yes, I was, whether you believe it or not. Now as I just said, if you truly want it you may keep it, if not then leave it where it is and I'll just conveniently forget to take it with me when I graduate. The choice is yours."
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Sometime later, Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower and his awaiting friends.
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Hermione.
"Nothing really, I just need a new way to hide from Malfoy," he replied as he took a seat at the study table where Ron and Hermione were working together in a close huddle.
Ron grinned, "I don't care what Snape says I think you should brew the congealment again."
"I can't, Snape now has the cauldron."
Hermione looked shocked, "Why does he have it?"
"Dumbledore sent him down to take it from me, so I gave it to him outright," Harry explained. Then he laughed, "You should have seen the look on his face, it was somewhere between total glee at getting that cauldron and utter loathing because I was the one who gave it to him."
The other two teenagers laughed with Harry, but Hermione had look she gets when she is thinking about something and right now she was thinking about quite a bit.
"Harry?" asked Hermione, "What other ways have you thought of to hide from Malfoy?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, we need to find it soon. Malfoy has been very nice to me lately. Too nice if you ask me and I think he's plotting something again," Harry replied.
"Well," Hermione said triumphantly, "I think we should go to…"
"The library," Harry and Ron finished for her.
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The next morning Harry was sitting at Gryffindor table with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville eating breakfast and Harry was trying to explain a curse to Neville when the owls arrived with the morning mail. Harry hadn't been expecting anything except his copy of the Daily Prophet and was surprised to have no fewer than four owls arrived that morning.
"You seem popular this morning Harry," Neville said to him with a laugh. Ron agreed and spit a few bits of eggs out of his mouth in the process.
Harry collected the letters and the prophet from the owls, and they departed as soon as he did so. Looking at this letter, Harry noticed that one carried the official seal of Gringott's Bank and he opened that one first.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Good morning to you sir,
This letter is to notify you that in accordance with your wishes to have the entire catalog of the possessions of the Black Family Trust inventoried, we here at Gringott's Wizarding Bank have finally completed your request.
As you may have guessed from the unfortunate wait, that the catalog was quite extensive and the possessions residing at the Malfoy estate was unavailable to us for some time. However, we have prevailed and the items have been returned to your possession and thanks to our team of curse breakers, they have been rendered harmless to you once more.
Please review the attached parchment with the full listing of the inventory and if you have any questions, please allow me to aid you in any way I can.
Gardoth
Gringott's Wizarding Bank
After reading the letter, Harry quickly scanned the inventory list, which was quite extensive. "Wow," Harry breathed, "Who knew that the Blacks had so much stuff?"
"What is it Harry?" asked Hermione with interest.
"It's the catalog of things in the Black Family Trust I asked to have done by the goblins," Harry explained. "It seems they had some trouble getting into Malfoy Manor to finish cataloging the items on the official list."
Everyone laughed and Ron said, "I would have loved to have seen that."
Harry then moved on to the next letter and read it. Harry gasped and dropped the letter to the table and looked ill.
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Ginny worriedly. However, instead of answering Harry handed her the letter, which she read and started giggling madly.
"I think he likes smelling you Harry," Ginny said in a fit of giggles.
"It's not funny Ginny," Harry said all the while staring at the Slytherin table with loathing.
"Yes it is," Ginny replied and handed the letter to Hermione who also began to giggle at it.
"Well, Harry," Hermione said, "You were right, he's up to something."
Harry, however, chose to ignore everyone and opened the third letter and read it.
Harry,
After speaking with both Professor Snape and Professor Thorgood last night, I feel that it is long past time that the two of us had a talk so I can explain some things to you.
Please come to my office after breakfast this morning and we can discuss whatever it is that is bothering you.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
Order of Merlin, First Class
Harry sat there fuming for a moment and thought to himself, 'That barmy old codger!' Then with a glance up to the head table, Harry saw that Dumbledore was looking his way. Instead of acknowledging him as he usually did, Harry stood up, grabbed his rucksack and stormed out of the Great Hall.
To Be Continued ...
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