This is my first fic. ever, so please be gentle!
On a perfectly combed street without a fray of peculiarity a young man named Harry Potter, stared his mouth agape silently gasping at the letter clutched in his hands. Having just finished the letter sent from his head of house detailing his origins and the new powers he would have by the time he came back to school, he was at a completely loss.
"Mother was a vampire" he whispers through cherry red lips. "I guess that explains how she was able to manage against Voldemort longer than Dad was able to, but WOW."
Getting up, he slowly pads over to the loss floorboard next to his bed where he keeps all of his precious belongings during the summer, invisibility cloak, letters form his friends, picture album given to him by Hagrid at the end of first year etc. He bends down and reaches for the album with unsteady hands, but with new resolve picks it up determinedly and carries it back to his bed where he sits cross-legged leaning on the bed frame for support. Slowly he opens it, sifting through until he comes to a picture of his mother right before her Yule ball, descending the castle steps. "She was beautiful" he whispers, for the first time noticing her silky flowing hair, pale complexion and delicate, but almost feral, eyes.
"How did I ever miss it?" he whispers to no won in particular. Suddenly he drops the album and grasps his heart with hasty fierceness as he is overcome with crushing pain as the transformation takes place, dimly noticing the clock chime 12:00 AM, the time he was born exactly 16 years ago, suddenly his vision being overcome by the image of a young boy, 14 at the most not appearing got be anything special by the lock of it, sitting in his room silently reading a book, before passing out. As the shadows dancing across his walls crept closer to his body, little did the boy know that this boy would forever change his life and would present the hardest challenge of his life...
Thousands of miles away in a beautiful gothic castle a young man with sharp pointed features and beach blond hair, stairs at his mother in utter incomprehension.
"This can't be possible!" he exclaims pushing away from the table roughly starting to pace around the oversized sitting room, "We are the Malfoys! Its impossible for me to be a vella!"
His mother, the beautiful Narcissa seemingly made of sunshine on even the darkest of nights who even at the age of 41 could easily trump and 20 year old model, followed her son with her gentle understanding gaze. "I know that this must be hard to understand Draco, but you must recognize the true gift you have been given." "Gift!" he exclaims loudly. " I would hardly call this a gift!" staring at his mother in utter incomprehension. "Draco but don't you see! This is one of the greatest gifts you could ever be given! To know that there is someone out their who will complete you mind, soul, and even thought it pains me to admit this as your mother, body." Still unable to grasp his mother sense of logic quickly counters with "How could this be a gift, for their to be someone out their who will have completely control over me, able to destroy me with a few harsh words!" But don't you see Draco, Narcissa whispers solemnly "That is the greatest gift of all..." " I cant, this cant, how could" Draco stutters completely overwhelmed with this new information. "There has to be a way for me to get out of this, I don't want to be a veela!" Suddenly getting a bit defensive over her race Narcissa interrupts, "Draco! Being a veela is a great privilege one that many people would give-up their right arm and leg for, and no their is no way for you to escape your fate!"
Slowly, resigning to his fortune, Draco sits on the table again, slightly trembling with overly shiny eyes barely holding back the tears. Upon seeing this Narcissi's Veela enhanced maternal senses kick in and regrets her earlier, aggressive words. "I'm sorry Draco, your new to all of this, and I, as a senior veela and matriarchal leader of all of Europe's veela clan should be more patient, especially to you, being my son." "Matriarchal leader" Draco starts with a tired, stressed, sounding sigh remembering what is happening. "Draco, I know this is hard and that you can't understand the gift of a mate yet, but I think I can still make you fell better, as your fathers child" she says with a small smile.
Curiosity picket, even is his distressed state, Draco responds "What do you mean?" "Well" Narcissa says, with a small smile dancing on her face. "Besides your natural veela powers, including your ability to conjure fire balls easily and transform into your true veela shape, you will receive special, royal, veela powers from me, granting you completely control over the elements of light and wind, shaping and bending them at your will." Suddenly not feeling so bad about his impending change, Draco jumped up and ran to his mother giving her a very uncharacteristic bear huge with a big blinding smile.
"Suddenly being a veela doesn't sound so bad hugh?" Narcissa says with a small chuckle. "Of course not!" Draco says jumping around the room to the happy laughter of his mother. "Especially knowing that some day I going to be the King of all the veela in Europe!"
Suddenly solemn Narcissa reminds him, "Draco remember, the veela are a matriarchal society, so your little sister, upon reaching her own inheritance, will take my place as the veela leader." A bit of the wind taken out of his sails Draco sits back down but quickly smiles again remembering that simply as a child of his mother he would still receive his special, veela powers.
"It doesn't matter mother, I still have my powers and how knows, maybe its better, I have all the power and none of the responsibility." Draco says with something of a smirk directed to his sister, reverting to his old self. With a tires sight noticing the exchange between her son and her daughter. "You know Draco, veela d o wonders to the lives of their mates, and they to, never leave without changing for the better themselves." Suddenly a bit confused Draco stairs at his mother:What do you mean?" "Nothing, of course" his mother responds quickly getting up and ridding her gown of any wrinkles. "Think about what I said, and remember to get an early dinner form the house elves as your transformation will take place soon." Giving her son a quick kiss on the quiche Narcissa leaves closing the door behind her and then, upon haring her son shuffle around again, leans on its other side silently praying hoping that their was still hope for her son, and that hopefully his mate could teach him that their are things besides power, all the while crystal tears falling from her eyes.
Suddenly giddy about the change, Draco orders a meal from the house elves, kicks them out, and jumps into bed almost immediately asleep.
And then, two hours later, as dawn slowly spread its pink fingers throughout the sky, a sudden change occurred to Draco, a pleasant one. Slowly the rays of the sun streaming thought his window started to bend inching toward his bed suddenly overwhelming the entire room in a blinding flash of light and leaving behind the epiphany of light, of an angel ,on the bed resting comfortably, dreaming of power and wild parties he would trough pnes he left Hogwarts unbeknownst to him that he had just changed into the shape that would haunt the wet dreams of both girls and boys in his school and that, he would soon meet the person that would suddenly change his dreams for the future forever...
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