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Surprising Discoveries:
Harry sat on his bed, listening to his sleeping dorm mates. Ron was murmuring in his sleep again, Seamus was cursing, Dean was mumbling about football fouls and Neville was snoring loudly. Harry fought back a grin when Dean yelled 'Take him off!' loudly, his voice slightly muffled by his pillow. It was at times like these, when Harry was allowed to witness his friends at their most vulnerable, that he realised just how lucky he was. From the moment they had met him, they had stood by him, tried to protect him, and had made Harry feel at home. They were his family.
Harry thought back to the study session he had had with Draco Malfoy, the most current problem in his continually changing life. The boy had been courteous, even to Ron and Hermione, which had surprised Harry. Malfoy had never even given the two the time of day before, preferring to mock them or spit foul words in moments of spite. It seemed that the Veela was making a vast effort to try to persuade Harry to mate with him.
He suddenly remembered how swiftly Draco's emotions had changed; the pure rage on the Veela's face at the thought of Harry being with anyone else had brought home to Harry that he was now irrevocably bound to the Veela, even if he never accepted it. The question was, should Harry give in easily, or should he fight for the last remains of his freedom?
An image of Draco's silver eyes, framed by ash blond lashes sprang to mind. In that moment, Harry had realised that Draco Malfoy was not as in control of his emotions as he would have liked. It seemed that Harry was able to affect him more than he had previously thought, and Harry abruptly comprehended that Draco had been trying to keep control of their relationship.
He blushed as he remembered how good it had felt to be pressed down on the sofa, that heavy, warm, alive body covering his own firmly, and the way that insistent lips had claimed his own in a gesture of possession. Harry absently raised a hand to touch the red marks which littered the soft skin of his throat.
He had not even considered the fact that Seamus would leave his scent all over him while doing a simple thing such as fixing his hair, and it frightened him to realise that his naivety had made Draco lose control. He wondered idly for a moment whether that had been the Irish boy's intention in the first place.
'I wouldn't put it past him.' he mused thoughtfully, remembering how Seamus was well known for his tricks and pranks.
He had been surprised at first to realise that Seamus fancied him, as he had never considered Seamus as anything but a friend. He had been friends with the Irish boy since his first year at Hogwarts and had never even noticed the change in his behaviour. Oh, Harry had noticed the flirting, he wasn't completely oblivious to what went on around him, but Seamus flirted with everyone – it was a well-known fact.
His attention went back to Draco. It had been pleasant sitting next to the Veela, studying together quietly, albeit rather strange at first to be so close to his old enemy. He had also learnt more on Veelas and figured he understood what was happening to himself more. The thought calmed him. It was always better to know what you were getting into before you fell in, with no way of getting yourself out. Harry knew that once he bonded with the Veela, his life would never be the same.
The thing that had shocked him the most was the absolute fury on Draco's face at the thought of Harry being with another boy. For a moment, Harry had been afraid of the other boy, not knowing what he could do to calm the Veela down.
He had been stunned when Draco had kissed him, but that hadn't stopped him from responding to the pale haired Veela. In fact, Harry had to admit that he had liked being that close to the other boy. He had been dazed for several hours afterwards, much to Hermione's amusement and Ron's disgust.
It had taken nearly three hours for Ron to stop ranting and had taken a further two hours to attempt to persuade Ron into not going and smashing Malfoy's face in for attempting to 'rape' his best friend who, according to him 'had no desire for a filthy Slytherin.' Both Harry and Hermione had been in stitches and had desperately fought to keep straight faces. Thankfully, they had won - just about.
Harry idly wondered what his friend would say when he found out that Harry did in fact find the Veela attractive, even if he didn't trust him and wasn't prepared to give in yet. He suspected that Hermione already knew, and that her silence meant that she would stand by him in his decisions.
Harry yawned. It had been a long day. The confrontations with the school, Pansy, lessons, and trying to absorb as much information on Veela's as he could had certainly affected him more than it should. He felt emotionally drained.
Harry settled back into his bedcovers, silently thanking the house elves for magically warming his sheets. As he rested, the first threads of dreams weaving through his mind, Harry saw an image of a small child; a child with laughing green eyes, and hair the colour of wheat washed by moonlight – a colour Harry had only seen one family ever possess.
'I wonder what will happen when Rita Skeeter finds out.' was Harry's last thought before he fell into a deep sleep, a smile tugging at his lips as the child giggled happily, filled with an innocence only the very young could have.
Draco Malfoy woke the next morning reluctantly, wanting to savour the image of a dream Harry laughing with him, his green eyes filled with adoration and love, but he knew that dreams were an illusion far away from reality. He couldn't afford to spend time dreaming when he needed to catch his heart's desire.
He stretched, climbing out of bed with his usual grace. As he prepared to get ready for the day, Draco considered going to the Great Hall without waiting for Harry, wanting to give the raven haired Gryffindor time to adjust.
He firmly shoved the idea to the back of his mind. He needed to be near Harry, especially when it appeared that Finnigan still hadn't learnt his lesson. It was a shame that Harry was unlikely to ever forgive him should he harm the Irish ponce in any way.
Gryffindors.
They were so…noble.
Harry was awoken the next day by an amused Draco Malfoy. Draco watched as the tired boy opened his dream-filled green eyes before sitting up, running a hand through his tangled black hair. He imagined the same boy lying underneath him, as he had done last night, without the barrier of clothes. Draco hastily thrust the thought aside. He couldn't afford to be distracted.
Harry peered up through half-lidded eyes up at the boy leaning over him, surprised, before realising that he was dressed only in a pair of boxers, sitting completely unprotected in front of a Veela who wanted nothing better than to have sex with him. The same Veela who had lost control the night before, and had promptly started to ravish him. He suddenly became consciously aware of the red marks which were sure to be still colouring his skin.
"What are you doing here" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Breakfast in bed" Draco said neutrally, understanding Harry's hesitation.
He flicked his wand and muttered something so that a tray appeared out of thin air into his outstretched arms. Harry's attention turned to the tray.
It was the usual Hogwarts silver, covered in a white lace cloth. A plate of bacon, eggs, tomatoes and mushrooms stood in the middle, a pile of toast to the left and a goblet of pumpkin juice to the right. There was also a thin crystal vase from which a single white rose rested, and the flower captured Harry's attention immediately.
The rose was beautiful. The petals were the purest white, and silky to the touch. The stem and leaves were a vivid emerald green. It was thornless, and it appeared that the other boy had used magic to preserve the flower so that it wouldn't need water. It was perhaps the most romantic gift Harry had ever received.
"It's beautiful" he breathed, meaning it.
"It is enchanted to stay alive, so that it will never wilt or die. I requested that my mother send it to me from the gardens situated on the Manor. My mother grows the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen" Draco smiled softly, reaching out to place the tray in the Gryffindor's lap.
He didn't mention that his mother had also sent a long letter asking him repeatedly to tell her whom his mate was, and that Draco had not replied, not wanting her to interfere, as she was sure to, until Harry was more amenable to the idea.
"Why" Harry asked finally, still staring at the rose.
"It is a gift to apologise for my unjust accusations yesterday. I know that what I did to you was uncalled for."
Draco wondered whether Harry knew what an honour it was to hear a Malfoy apologise yet again for his actions. It was a rare thing, but to Draco, Harry was worth it. He was embarrassed about his behaviour – he may have pushed Harry too far, too soon. Luckily, it appeared that no lasting damage had been done.
"Thank you," Harry said softly, raising bewildered green eyes to stare at the Veela.
"I will leave you to enjoy your breakfast in peace. I will see you in class. I believe that you have Potions first" was the reply before the boy disappeared, leaving Harry to eat his breakfast in peace.
Harry sat there stunned.
Draco Malfoy had just brought him a gift, and not just any gift. He had given Harry a flower. The action was so completely out of character for the Slytherin that Harry at first suspected an ulterior motive, but after staring avidly at the rose for several minutes, he understood that Draco was showing a side of him that not many ever saw.
The thought made a smile spread its way across Harry's face.
Harry walked into the Common Room later than usual that day because he had had his breakfast brought to him. He had told Ron to leave for the Great Hall without him, after explaining to the stunned Gryffindor that Draco had brought his breakfast in bed, as well as the beautiful rose which now stood on Harry's bedside cabinet where Harry could see it.
Seamus had barely constrained his famous Irish temper when he had discovered what the Veela had done. He had eyed the rose as if he was going to crush it and it was only Harry's obvious delight in having received such a gift which stopped him from pulling off the petals and throwing the rest out of the window.
Harry pretended not to notice the Irish boy's reaction to the gift, not wanting to spoil his good mood.
Harry had been expecting the room to be empty and was therefore surprised to find that the room was filled with Gryffindors of all ages, all of whom were apparently reading the Daily Prophet. Harry barely prevented himself from groaning, knowing the reason for their behaviour.
'Rita Skeeter,' he thought angrily.
Wordlessly, Ron handed him the newspaper.
Harry Potter - Draco Malfoy's mate and the most powerful Wizard in the world!
As many people in the wizarding world know, the Malfoy family has Veela blood running through their veins due to the union of several Veela to their ancestors. Lucius Malfoy himself is a part Veela, not strong enough to require a mate, but combined with the blood of Narcissa Malfoy, the heir to the Malfoy fortune, Draco Malfoy, is a half Veela.
Over the generations the family has developed into one of the most powerful families in the wizarding world, due to the prestigious Lucius Malfoy, who has upheld the tradition passed down throughout the generation to remain as pureblooded as possible. His marriage to his wife was a highly anticipated event in their youth.
Draco Malfoy has recently celebrated his sixteenth birthday and has, therefore, come into what is known as his Inheritance. Since then, he has in fact publicly announced at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that he has chosen none other than Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, as his potential mate.
The couple are apparently working on developing their relationship now that their famous rivalry, which caused the Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses to reach the worst enmity ever witnessed at Hogwarts, has ended.
Harry Potter, in fact, also comes from a very powerful family background. His father, James Potter was one of the most powerful young wizards fresh out of Hogwarts, along with the Azkaban escapee, Sirius Black.
His mother, Lily Evans, was one of the most talented muggleborn students to study at Hogwarts since the school began.
We at the Daily Profit have done a little research and discovered the real reason why Harry Potter destroyed He Who Must Not Be Named. It seems that Mr. Potter is in fact the only descendant from Godric Gryffindor, making him the legendary Gryffindor heir.
The Daily Profit has also discovered information leading us to believe that He Who Must Not Be Named is in fact the only descendant from Salazar Slytherin himself.
It seems that the rivalry from a thousand years ago has begun again, this time with their descendants. However, evidence leads us to believe that Harry Potter inherited some of You Know Who's power on the night that lead to his parents' death.
Harry Potter is a well known Parseltongue and it was believed that it was he who let loose the basilisk in his second year, when in fact it was You Know Who himself, preserved within an enchanted diary.
A scientist at St. Mungo's confirmed to me that it was entirely probable that Mr. Potter can be magically clarified as the descendant of both Godric and Salazar, and the blood descendant of Godric.
However, the events at the Third Task in Mr. Potter's fourth year means that You Know Who is now in fact the blood descendant of both Godric and Salazar, and one of the most powerful men in the wizarding world.
The Wizarding world can only hope that Godric Gryffindor's heir will in fact be able to defeat the Slytherin heir, ending all rivalry once and for all. Perhaps once bonded with Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter will truly be able to rid the world of He Who Must Not Be Named once and for all.
Written by Rita Skeeter.
Harry dropped the paper in shock. All of the blood drained from his face. The Gryffindors watched in silence, apprehensive of Harry's behaviour. They had never seen the Boy Who Lived like this before. Harry did have a legendary temper when provoked, and they were wary of what Harry's reaction would be to the article.
Harry was beyond furious. He had been lied to, manipulated, by one of the people he had trusted implicitly. Dumbledore had used him. He was nothing but a tool, a tool to defeat something he could not.
"Harry" asked Ron uncertainly.
"Get away from me" Harry yelled.
"Harry - you need to calm down," pleaded Hermione, scared of the look in his eyes.
"Fuck the whole lot of them! Sod Dumbledore to hell" Harry hissed.
He abruptly turned, robes flying dramatically in a surprising resemblance to Severus Snape, and stormed out of the room before the Gryffindors had time to react. As soon as Harry's exit registered, Ron hastily yelled at his friend to stop and began to follow, chasing him as he ran towards the Great Hall.
As soon as he stormed into the Hall, everything stopped. It appeared that the news of the article had spread and the students had been waiting for Harry to show up. Every eye watched as the Boy Who Lived stormed towards Dumbledore, face as dark as thunder as he regarded the man he had trusted as both a mentor and grandfatherly figure.
"Do you want me to tell you what I think of you" he finally asked.
Dumbledore nodded sadly, his eyes devoid of their usual twinkle.
Harry spat on the floor at his feet.
"You're scum, Dumbledore. You're absolute scum who hides behind a sixteen-year-old boy to fight his battles for him. Sod you to hell, Dumbledore, because I'm not on your side anymore."
"Harry" begged Ron, desperately, suddenly charging into the Great Hall and making his way to his friend before he said or did something he might regret. By the sound of things, though, he had already started.
"Then whose side are you on, Harry" asked Dumbledore softly, knowing that he deserved Harry's contempt and anger.
"My side. From now on, there are three sides. Your stupid pathetic Order, Voldemort and his Death Eaters, and mine" Harry said, barely restraining the urge to hex the man before him.
"Your parents" began Dumbledore.
"Are dead" Harry said bluntly.
There were gasps of shock throughout the Hall. Even Dumbledore looked astonished by Harry's blunt reply. They all knew that Harry treasured the memory of his parents and that the reason why he was so intent on fighting the Dark Lord was to gain revenge for his destroyed childhood.
"From now on Dumbledore, stay out of my life. I will not live with the Dursleys any longer. What is it with you, Dumbledore? I mean, I could understand why you sent me there; after all, we wouldn't want Harry Potter to become the next Dark Lord, would we? You act like a hero when you're not. You're as biased as Snape bloody is! All you care about is yourself. I'm nothing but a tool to you, and I've been a fool believing that you cared! Your plan worked, didn't it, Albus? After all, why would a boy who had been abused for eleven years not want the comfort offered by a man whom he thought he could trust" Harry spat.
"Harry, please, that was not my intention," Dumbledore said softly, anguished at the thought. He had wanted to protect Harry, and at the time he had believed that Harry was safer at the Dursleys, in the muggle world where no one knew his name.
"Liar"
"I understand your anger, Harry, and I wish to explain everything to you."
"You told me that it was my mother's love which helped me to survive the killing curse. When I pulled Godric's sword out of the sorting hat you said that it meant I was a loyal Gryffindor! You never even told me that the reason why Voldemort wants me dead is because I'm the heir of his worst enemy"
"I did what I thought best at the time," Dumbledore murmured, trying to placate the boy enough to get him to listen, but it soon became obvious that Harry was not going to listen this time.
"Shut up! The sorting hat wanted me in Slytherin but you told me in my second year that I was a Gryffindor. You used me, Dumbledore. My whole life has been nothing but a lie" Harry raged, not able to control the fury rising within him.
"Harry, it was not like that, believe me" began Dumbledore.
"I thought I told you to shut up" Harry spat.
Suddenly things began to explode. Plates, windows, glasses, and bowls exploded, creating a firework of glass. The candles flickered out, creating eerie shadows, and the magically enchanted ceiling appeared to darken, although it was merely an illusion. The students and faculty watched with baited breath as Harry raised his arm, green sparks erupting from the palm of his hand.
Draco, who had been sitting with the Slytherins, knew that he had to do something. He had stayed silent at first, not wanting to interrupt and face Harry's wrath, as that would only destroy any progress Draco had made on their relationship, but he could tell that Harry was going rapidly out of control.
Harry's whole life had been stripped away from him, making him feel lost. His powers were wild, creating havoc. Getting up, Draco walked calmly to Harry's side, wrapping his arms around the shaking boy to protect him from the disbelieving and wondrous stares.
Harry turned and buried his face into the crook of Draco's neck; seeking the comfort the other boy freely gave him. There was nothing but affection in Draco's embrace and Harry needed to know that he had someone stable in his life, someone who would do anything for him, no matter what. He needed to feel wanted, loved, cherished.
"I can't control it" Harry moaned desperately, breathing raggedly as the untamed power raged within his body.
"Shush, it'll be all right. Let go. Calm down. Just concentrate on me. Forget about your magic" Draco soothed gently, tightening his grip on the smaller boy.
"Kiss me" Harry pleaded suddenly, his voice slightly muffled.
"What"
No matter how upset Harry was, Draco had not been expecting such a request. Draco wanted to, more than anything, but he couldn't. He didn't want to frighten the other boy off again, after he had calmed down.
Harry lifted his head when he realised that Draco had made no move to do as he had asked, and stared deeply into Draco's eyes for a moment. He considered what to do before angling his head to one side so that his lips lightly brushed against the other boy's.
Draco understood. Harry needed love right now. He needed to know that Draco would never leave him. He needed the comfort that had been denied him all of his life.
"No matter what happens, Harry, I will never be able to leave your side" he murmured before pressing his lips more firmly against Harry's, kissing him deeply.
Harry relaxed under Draco's ministrations, feeling his anger slide away as Draco's lips caused new sensations – desire and longing – to unleash in his heart. He didn't notice that as he gave in to the feeling, his magic suddenly connected to his inner being.
As they kissed, they never saw the faint green glow which surrounded them, a light eerily similar to that of the Avada Kedavra. Everyone else did though - including a sad Albus Dumbledore. It seemed that Harry Potter had come into his full powers at long last.
End of chapter 7.
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