Smile to the death.
By L.S.T.P
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: hi! Yes it's me again. Ok in this chap I explain something about Draco being a veela and others. So that's it, review PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3. Finding.
Dear Draco:
My beloved son, you don't have the slightest idea of how much I am going to miss calling you mine. How much am going to miss seeing myself reflected into your eyes.
I never planned this. I didn't think that this was going to happen. And because of that I will be buried down full of regrets...
Oh boy the lots of words that were left unspoken will never have a chance to be said. But don't be sad Draco if the end has come to me you must remain still and lift your chin proud. Because since your were borne the gods blessed you. You are my masterpiece, you are my child, a part of me that would live even if I disappear from this world.
You are my flesh, my tears, my laughs and all my being. You were taught to greatness and one day you would reach it. Because that is your mission, is your destiny. And as a Malfoy you will learn things that I was supposed to teach you, but now it's to late. And you will have to learn alone.
My decisions weren't the best and I am sorry of this. I am sorry for not protect you by protecting me. I am sorry for not saying this sooner, for not letting you know who you truly were. But I don't regret joining the side that I supported, the side that I still support. However I will not bend my head, I will stand my foot on the ground, I will defend my own ideals. And I will fight for the little that is left of my future. I will not touch my heart. I will do anything to stay alive. And I don't expect any less of you my son.
I can not fix the past but you can fix your future.
And here is the Main reason of my letter. You understand that I would never endanger you by sending you a letter if what I needed to tell you weren't important.
And first of all I ask for your forgiveness but I always expected that our blood wouldn't affect you. Because Draco I wasn't, I grew up and married but I never suffered the consequences of our ancestors. And I know that I should have told you sooner. But as I say I wasn't expecting it.
I realized just two years ago, do you remember when you told me that that veela girl didn't affect you and that she was constantly staring at you? Well I think that she must have noticed it. Draco, she noticed that you were a veela. All our family was, even I. But you are special, you were chosen to have this gift. I have the looks of one veela but I never manifested any of their abilities, but you will. Draco you will if you want to. You can embrace the idea or take the potions that are written down in the book. But if you choose to do the potions you will lose something. You will lose the capacity of love. Draco, my boy, I expect that you take the right decision, you are a man now and a Malfoy. Act like one.
Sincerely
Your father.
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Ron stared.
Ron stared at Harry Potter to be more precisely. The look on his eyes could be described as worried and slightly curious. Harry looked... well he looked... Hell, he looked far too good! No that Ron didn't wanted his friend to be happy, actually the things were all the way around. But this was too suddenly. Just a few days ago Harry was still grieving Sirius' death. But now he was actually talking animatedly with the twins.
Ron decided that something had happened, well actually more like something was happening because Harry seemed happier and happier as the days passed. And he was just fine with the situation. Whatever it was it was helping Harry, so it couldn't be that bad, could it? After all Harry was almost a grown up guy, he could take care of himself.
Talking about growing he was proud to say that he was taller than ever. He was taller than the twins, Charlie, Bill, Harry and basically all the members of the order... well except Snape. The greasy git was an inch taller than what he was. The damn bastard!
Ron chewed his food angrily. Snape, why did he have to think in Snape? The mere tough of him made his blood boil. He had the greasy git even in the soup... well in this case the eggs. Since Sirius incident the order had moved to Snape's house. More like one of Snape's properties, but Snape gladly remembered all of them that they were under his roof and that they had to follow his rules. The self-center prick! But well he didn't argue when he was informed, after all it was for Harry's benefit. Ron would do anything for Harry. He was his best friend, tough Ron wasn't the type of saying a bunch of "I loves you's" every time he felt like to (Jeje at least no when he wasn't drunk).
However Harry was important to him. The friendship that they had bounded with the years was pretty strong. And that was why he knew that Harry was up to something. The boy couldn't keep him in the dark for too much time; he wasn't like the others.
Not even Hermione was as close to Harry as he was. They were like brothers, more that that. And Ron appreciated more their affinity because this wasn't because of the blood. They weren't really relatives, they got along because they wanted.
With Harry the things always were different, but always in a good way. However this wasn't why he considered Harry more of a brother than Fred, Ginny, George, Charlie, Bill and Percy. He liked better Harry because when he had met Harry, Harry had seen something of him that others couldn't or didn't care. Something good. He had always believed on him. Even when others turned their backs to him without even trying. Harry had been there. He had helped him when he had decided to break up with Hermione. His own mother had tried to persuade him. With bitterness he still remembered her words.
"Ron, dear, Hermione is such a wonderful girl and smart to... you... are you sure that you want to blow it"
Damn how much he had wanted to complete the unspoken in his mother comment.
"Ron, dear, Hermione is such a wonderful girl and smart to. You are not going to be able to find other girl like that. Don't you realized that she is doing a favor to you with been your girlfriend. Are you sure that you want to blow it like you always do"
Well hat didn't matter anymore. He didn't resent his mother or Hermione. Hermione would always be an important chapter of his life and his best girl friend. Nowwhat mattered here was finding out was going on. He glanced around searching Harry. He wasn't there. Shoving one last hot cake on his mouth under the disapproving stare of his mother and Hermione he followed Harry. Luckily for him he didn't have to search, he knew exactly were the brunet was.
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Snape was waiting. And he didn't like it. He was pretty nervous. He just couldn't hold down his emotions. He knew that Draco was going to contact him. Well he hoped he would. Things were too complicated now. He hoped that Draco were smarter in off.
Just don't do any stupid boy
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A Veela
"I am a veela" Draco tough before he opened book cautiously. It was old, and it didn't have an index. The book looked in simple words plain and boring. However Draco knew better. He knew that the book had all the truths that he needed. He knew that he needed to understand. But deep down he expected to find lies in this book because his mind continued to question him. Why did he believe Severus? Why he was following his guts and not his brain? Why was he even considering it?
He read the first paragraph.
A veela is one of the most docile magical creatures. Thought they can be really strong, they hate violence and frequently avoid fights at all cost. A veela is also called "creature of the pleasure" because of the behavior of the average veela.
Veelas only live with the only purpose to be happy and generate pleasure to themselves and to their mates. A veela can have one or many mates trough their lives. This is because Veelas choose the person that loves them the most as their mates. Of course this do not include parents or any relative. If the veela notices that they are not loved any more they would live his or her mate immediately. Even tough this is not frequent, a veela can and will commit suicide if he doesn't find love again.
Their process of mating is always different. Many veelas said that is different to everyone. But these are the most common methods.
A veela can smell the scent of his beloved one
A veela can find his mate trough dreams that...
The book slipped away of his hands. Breaking the sonorous silence of his bedroom. Anything else that was on the book remained a mystery to the young veela as he collapsed and his fragil body hit the hard wood.