Thank you so much everyone who reviewed! I've been in France with the school, which was why I've only just got them this morning. I've got more reviews on the Prologue this story than I did on a whole fic of 13 chapters! Replies are at the bottom.
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Chapter 1 – The vow and discoveries
He was completely fed up. Not that it was surprising, Harry was often fed up but today he was particularly fed up. He didn't know why, all he knew was that he was. He felt his forehead. Clear. His scar had vanished after Voldemort had died. It made sense but he kind of missed it, it had been a part of him since he could remember and it felt strange having it not there.
Today was the day that he was going back to Hogwarts, perhaps that was the reason for his fed up-ness. He remembered the times when he looked forward to going back to school. He even used to cross off the days on his calendar. Hell, he even did that last year! But this year, his seventh year, he really did not feel like going back to school. It wasn't because he hadn't done his homework, no. That was all finished to 100% standard and in his bag. It was simply because there were too memories there and too many people who would be congratulating him or simply gaping in awe. He really couldn't cope with that. Not today. Not this year.
He had decided to arrive at the express as soon as the barrier opened so that he wouldn't bump into anyone. He didn't care if Dumbledore had made him Head Boy this year. He wouldn't go to the beginning of year meeting. He wouldn't go to any of the meetings. He went into the final carriage and concealed it so that no one would be able to tell there was an extra carriage on the train.
He didn't notice when the train began to leave the station, as it rolled across the countryside or even when it left England and started going through tunnels. In fact, he only realised those facts when it came to a sudden halt in Hogsmeade station. He did a quick changing charm and waited for everybody to leave the platform before stepping off of the train himself. He didn't care if he had to walk to the school instead of going in one of those carriages. Actually, he preferred having to walk as seeing the horses reminded him of what his life was full of. Death. Destruction. Terror. Harry stealthily made his way to the Entrance Hall and managed to make his way to the Head Boy's Rooms. That was the only upside of being Head Boy. He had his own room hidden by his own painting with his own password that no one would be able to get passed apart from him. Even Dumbledore couldn't. He knew his way because Dumbledore had shown him before the end of last year. It seemed that the Headmaster had thought he could get Harry to change his mind. He probably thought he had succeeded due to what happened, but Harry knew the truth and he was the only person who did.
He reached the bedroom and wasn't surprised to see a note lying on the bed. It was from Dumbledore:
Dear Harry,
I can understand why you decided not to come to the feast today Fat chance and I am very glad that you made the correct choice when it came to it. what do you know about 'correct choices'? I would like to meet with you in my office as soon as it would be possible for you. Ok, so you've skipped to the point quickly. That's one change. I wonder if you have really changed... Ha! Yeah right you lump of cow poo! I will be informing the rest of the school at the sorting that tomorrow will be a free day and I will expect to see you somewhen after 9:00am. The password is Gummy Bears.
Yours truly,
Prof. Dumbledore
Well he wasn't going. It was as simple as that. He wasn't going. He burned the paper and flopped down onto the bed. It took several hours for him to get to sleep. Draco was also getting depressed. He couldn't smell his mate anywhere in the welcome feast but he could just smell it faintly, meaning that his chosen was somewhere at Hogwarts. He was also worried that the one who he had thought it was, was not at the welcome feast. All of the pieces of the puzzle were coming together and he did not like the picture that it made, except part of him did. Perhaps that was his veela side, that thought made him shudder in fear. Mind you, at least it wasn't a house elf!
The more he thought about Harry, the worse he felt. It wasn't as though he didn't fancy the raven-haired beauty anyway. He had had a massive crush on him since 4th year. He had sort of fancied him since they first met but hadn't really understood it or realised. He wasn't even worried about being rejected. He would understand and his veela side would make sure that Harry eventually did accept him into his life. No, he was more worried about what would happen to Harry once he did agree to be Draco's mate. He had noticed each little change that had happened. Most people didn't realise that it went beyond last year, well most people didn't realise that it had happened at all but that was a different matter.
Draco still had no proof that Harry was his mate. Although his head swam when he thought of him and he thought of him almost constantly, it was not final until he smelt the scent. It was of no matter, Harry would have to go to classes on Wednesday and then he could find out for real. Then he would be faced with having to tell Harry the truth about him, the truth about his feelings – the truth about everything. 'Oh hell!' When Harry woke up in the morning, his head was clearer than it had been the night before. He decided that he would go to Dumbledore's office, if only to find out what he wanted to say. He quickly threw on some robes before heading down to the second floor. 'Better get it over and done with', he thought.
However, it just so happened that Draco Malfoy was also walking in that same corridor with the gargoyle entrance to Prof. Dumbledore's office was. I was a complete co-incidence that they turned around the corner at the same time and came face to face with each other. Malfoy's eyes widened but then were hidden by his well-trained mask. Harry noticed this, however and decided not to comment – for now.
Draco stopped, he was starting to get really worried. He had just proved the fact that Harry was his life-mate but now his veela charms weren't working! He decided that instead, he would have to use his human charms.
"Hey, H... Potter, I was um... thinking that er... that, well maybe we could... talk?" Oh great, now he sounded like a right idiot.
"Well Malfoy, I was actually going..." Harry stopped for a moment. He had seen the way that Malfoy had looked at him and to be honest, he didn't particularly want to go and see Dumbledore. "I was going nowhere. What exactly do you want to talk about?"
Malfoy stopped for a second. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he definitely wasn't going to say it here. Anyone could walk in on them! "It's kind of difficult to say... I mean, I... well can we go somewhere more private? Anyone could walk in on us here... I mean..."
"Ok, ok Malfoy. I get it! What the hell is up with you? We can probably go to my rooms. I'm Head Boy you know." Harry knew he was showing off but he didn't care. He also knew that Malfoy had also wanted to get the position, and should have got it if Dumbledore had kept by the rules and played fair, but this was Dumbledore he was talking, well thinking, about and Dumbledore never played fair.
Draco's mind began to swirl, go back to Harry's rooms? He felt a distant twinge of jealousy and he remembered that he had wanted to be Head Boy. He quickly got over that and nodded his head dumbly. He didn't trust himself to speak when he knew that he was going to see his mate's room. As they walked in, Draco looked around him. It was nothing compared to the grandeur of Malfoy Manor but it looked incredibly homely. He didn't notice that Harry had turned around to look at him and Harry was not smiling.
"Ok Malfoy, what is it? You're acting really weird. What the hell is wrong with you? No, wait – I don't actually care. What was it that you wanted to tell me?"
Draco was dumbstruck throughout Harry's rather short speech. He suddenly realised that it was his turn to talk due to the look Harry was giving him. "Well... erm... you see H... Potter um... well... I think you're gonna to need to sit down." The bit was rushed so that he wouldn't splutter over his words. He had also found out that he would be able to speak better if he wasn't looking at Harry.
"No thanks Malfoy. I'm sure I can handle whatever it is you want to tell me. Just get on with it so that you can get out," Harry's voice was as cold as ice and as malicious as an axe. It made shivers run down Draco's back.
"Ok then. Well I suppose that I should say that I it's hard for me to say this," Harry's growl made it evident that he didn't care and that Draco had better finish it, or at least start it soon or he would be chucked out. "Ok, erm... well the main thing is that I'm a part veela..." Draco was pacing up and down the room. His heartbeat, thunder in his chest. This was it. This was what he had been waiting to say since he was first told himself. This was the big moment. "...and I don't know what you know about part veela but I'll just carry on because I won't ask you... anyway, erm... so basically when I veela gets to eighteen like I was in the summer, he or she gets their inheritance which is when the veela power starts. Um... well with the inheritance comes something that involves you. You see, we kind of... er... well we get a mate and that person will, hopefully, spend the whole of the rest of their life with the part veela and the veela can't change who it is and my mate is... well I mean that um... ok, this is going to be difficult for you to believe but it's you." Here, Draco stopped. He didn't dare look at Harry as he didn't know what might happen if he did. He managed to resist the urge – just, and was about to leave when Harry spoke.
"Wait."
He turned around but still did not look at Harry.
"Look at me."
No, he couldn't, he shouldn't, he daren't.
"Look at me." This was a command. He couldn't resist. All he veela senses were saying that he had to and his human senses were telling not to. It was all too much to take and his veela senses were stronger. They were battling against his human self in a conflict both greater and more terrible than the Great War of 1939-45. He just couldn't take it. The human in him was what held the veela. Without the human, the veela would not exist. He passed out. Harry smiled the first smile had had since he had arrived at Hogwarts. This wasn't a nice smile either. It was an evil smile, one that Voldemort would have been proud of if he had still existed.
He hissed his next words. "I'm back."
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Ok, review responses :) - I've got loads of these and thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. These are in alphabetical order according to you're pen name.
Amethyst –Yeah, I love veela stories too, I'm glad you found it interesting. I hope this one was equally entertaining.
Hev – I hope that this didn't disappoint you. Do you think this seemed interesting?
rabid typewriter – I know it's not original but I like it so much and I've read so many, especially recently. I swear, I haven't read a single one that turns out like mine will.
Rena Starlight – Ok, ok. Here it is :)
REW – Thanks for reviewing :)
She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psyc – Thanks for both of your reviews. I've posted a semi-reply to your other one on my bio. I'm really happy that you said what you did about trusting me. There's a kind of hint of the difference in this chapter, especially at the end. I hope that I did it well. I found it difficult trying to write it but I have definitely learnt. I'll try to get onto the other fic soon but I actually can't remember who it is that I was going to have her as, lol. I'll just think of someone else. Good for you for trying to guess :)
Theoddguy – Hmmm... well I don't do vampire stories (sorry) they freak me out too much but I am totally with you on veela fics. Have you read Magnetic Attraction? That was the first on e I read and is so far my favourite.
Toamanda – I'm certain it won't be you're average veela fic. All requests are welcome because I want the readers to enjoy this as much as I do. Also, it helps me to develop as a writer, even if I don't listen to it. I agree with you. I just couldn't get the to jump straight into bed. Besides, I don't write the story. My characters do. I love watching them suffer.
Yana5 – Yes, the Malfoys are very rich. Thanks :)
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