AN This is my first story, and I am very excited about getting your comments, good and bad. Don't be shy. Plus, if have any questions about me, just email me! If there is anything in the story that confuses you, just let me know in the review, and I'll do what I can, K! Also, I can't review all that often, so please, if you do happen to like my story, don't hate me! And the last thing, I have made up an entirely different species, so…yeah…Oh and if I stole your idea, please, it was unintended, let me know, and I will fix it. I haven't had a chance to read every story there is anyway, so sorry in advance!
On with the story!
Oh yeah, this is a Harry/Draco pairing…if you don't like it, well then don't read it.
DISCLAIMER-I own nothing…only my weird ideas or new characters…-'
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Chapter One
Troubling Summer
Spending his summer with the Weasly Family used to be Harry's favorite thing. But one wrong move and the betrayal will last forever. Harry tried to forget it on his way to Hogwarts on that terrible rainy day, but memories of what happened to him kept pushing through his mind, memories he would rather have forgotten.
Flashback
It was only one and a half months into the summer, when the Weasly twins came to Harry's rescue. He couldn't have been happier to leave the Dursleys and their summer weight loss plan for Dudley- that refused to work. Once Harry arrived at the Weasly's gigantic warm house, he immediately felt as close to home as he could, since he wasn't at Hogwarts. Ron ran up to him and greeted him, smiling broadly, a little to broadly and Mrs. Weasly and Mr. Weasly were only to happy to see him, which delighted Harry to no end. He knew he would always be welcome here, no matter what. This was his home, next to Hogwarts of course.
"Hey Harry!" Ron exclaimed, wrapping Harry in a bear like hug that almost rivaled Mrs. Weasly's, almost. "Boy have I missed you mate. I couldn't figure out what took Fred and George so long." Fred and George were the ones who came to Harry's rescue. Mr. Weasly had another flying car that they used.
Ron finally released Harry, although he was standing practically on top of him, but Harry just kept smiling broadly.
God I love it here! "I am so glad I am here. I thought Fred and George would never get there. Figured I'd die of anxiety." Harry said, walking up to the house to greet the rest of the Weasly clan.
"We are going to have so much fun!" Ron said, smiling at Harry's statement, while walking Harry inside the house and up the many stairs to their bedroom that they would share.
Guess I'll say hi to the rest of the Weasly's later…since Ron won't let go of my arm and let me walk by myself.
"And your birthday is in a couple of days, so you can celebrate with us. I am so happy you are here." Ron was rambling on and on and practically bouncing off the walls and Harry couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He'd come over almost every summer since he started going to Hogwarts, and Ron never looked or acted this excited, except, that at the end of the last school year, Ron was very touchy feely, and had lost interest in Hermione all together. Harry just assumed he was interested in some other girl. Harry didn't think about it much longer though, because Mrs. Weasly called him and Ron downstairs for some tea and catch-up time. This will definitely be an eventful summer, Harry thought.
The night went by, but not without Mrs. Weasly's excellent cooking and an evening filled with laughter and stories of the Twin's newest inventions after, of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly had retired for the night.
"So Harry," Fred asked, at least Harry thought it was Fred, "What do you want to do for your birthday? Maybe go to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley?" Fred asked, looking thoughtful.
"Oh I don't know" Harry said, "I like the Diagon Alley idea, but maybe we could just hangout around the house." Harry was sitting in the chair next to the fire, with Ron by his feet, deep in thought.
"You know Harry, you look a little different than when we saw you only about a month ago. You seem different." Ginny was eyeing him with wonder, and a little curiosity. It was true. Harry was at least one foot taller, making him the same height as Ron. His hair seemed to shimmer and he had more muscle, even though he hadn't done any physical training the whole time at the Dursleys. His eyes seemed to glow with an unreal light, and his eyesight was getting…better. Also his teeth were sore, as if he had chewed on rocks for half his life.
"You know, now that you mention it, Harry does look a little different. You look good mate" Ron said, placing his hand on Harry's thigh. Harry glanced at Ron. Something wasn't right with him. He was acting so weird in front of Harry, that he didn't know what to do. Ron had never acted like this before, and Harry was a little freaked out by his open affection for him. Ever since he had gotten there, Ron was always there, and touching him every chance he got. Plus, he was always talking about how much he hated Malfoy, and that got on Harry's nerves to no end. He didn't know why though. He assumed it was because he really didn't hate him that much anymore and now their constant fighting just seemed stupid and irrelevant. Ever since he defeated Voldemort, he and Malfoy had made a silent truce, even though they didn't talk to each other at all. But with Ron's weird behavior, Harry almost couldn't stand being around him. They had only ever been friendly towards each other, if not brotherly. Ron was blatantly flirting with him.
"You know, I'm kind of tired. I think I'll turn in." Harry got up and walked out of the room after bidding everyone goodnight. He tried to push Ron's antics to the farthest parts of his mind. He was just too tired. Plus, with everyone looking at him like he was some piece of meat, he just didn't feel comfortable.
Two Weeks Later
"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Ron screamed. "Come on mate, it's your birthday! You are finally seventeen! Wake up…" Ron was rocking Harry back and forth, but Harry wouldn't wake. "Harry, you ok mate…you feel a little warm…" Ron said, placing his hand on Harry's head. "Ah! You're burning up." Ron said, quickly removing his hand. He was inches from Harry's face, breathing on him.
Harry finally began to stir, "Draco…I want Draco…" Harry mumbled, barely audible. He was tossing and turning in the small bed, frantically grabbing for something in the air.
"You want who…Malfoy! What the hell do you want with him?" Ron had jumped back, as if he had been scolded. "What is up with you Harry?" Ron said, scooting even further away. "You must be delirious." Ron concluded, smiling to himself like a maniac. "That is the only reason you could possibly want that ferret faced git right now…ever!" Ron was starting to walk back over to Harry, but when Harry opened his eyes, they were pitch black. "Uh…Harry…are you all right mate?" Ron asked, backing away towards the door. "You know what, I am just gonna go get mum…alright…" Ron ran out, slamming the door shut and putting a locking charm on it with his wand, before running down the stairs to find Mrs. Weasly.
"Mum…Mum!" Ron screamed, as he ran over to his mom, who was in the process of making Harry's giant birthday cake. "Harry's gone crazy! His eyes, they're…they…they're black! All black!" Ron shrieked, pointing frantically to his eyes. "And he is breathing really hard, it's scary!" Ron was turning around, to go back up the stairs when his mother grabbed him by the collar.
"Ron, send for Dumbledore by floo, and keep everyone down stairs. We don't know what's wrong with him yet." Mrs. Weasly ran up the stairs, while Ron ran to the fireplace, grabbed some floo powder, and through it in the fireplace.
Mrs. Weasly was standing outside Harry's room, when she too heard the heavy breathing. "Harry can you hear me!" she said through the door. "Harry, what's wrong honey? Are you ok?"
She was still standing outside the door, when Harry started to silently whisper on the other side of the door "Draco…bring me Draco…"
"He's doing that again," Ron said, his hands balled up in fists by his side, "he won't quit talking about that git Malfoy!" Ron was seething, glaring at the door expecting something to happen. He was still breathing hard from running back up the stairs.
"Ron, try to talk to Harry while I go see if Dumbledore is here yet. I'll be right back…" she said, hurrying back down the stairs.
"Draco…bring me…" Harry sounded tired, completely out of it.
"Harry, quit saying that!" Ron screamed through the door. "You don't mean it damn it! If you say that one more time, I'm gonna kill that git, just so I can stop hearing about him." Ron had his hand on the doorknob, and was taking the locking charm off as he spoke. "I'm coming in there…see what is so important about that git Malfoy." Just as Ron opened the door, Harry ran to the other side of the room, crouching down on the ground, in just his boxers.
"Come on, tell me what is so great about him that you won't even call for me…huh" Ron was already in the room, and he had already placed a locking and silencing charm on the door. He was beyond crazy looking at the moment. "Spit it out, you basterd! What is so great about him?" Ron was already standing next to Harry, hovering over him. Harry was covering his face. He felt horrible. His head was searing in pain, and his whole body was screaming with spasms. His teeth were so sore, and he felt like something was trying to leave his body, trying to just expand out. Plus, the only thing clear in his mind at the moment was that he wanted Draco…and bad.
"Please…just bring me…Draco…" SLAP! Ron just slapped Harry across the face, not too gently.
"What's your problem damn it? Since when am I not good enough for you! We have known each other since first year, and yet you still treat me as a friend. Are you blind? Do you not see me trying to get your attention?"
Harry couldn't believe it. This is why he wouldn't leave Harry alone ever since he got here. He liked him. "I'm sorry…Ron…I just want…Dra…" But Harry didn't even get to finish.
Another slap. "Look at me, you jack ass…tell me why I am not good enough for you…why you pretend to only want me as a friend." Slap! Ron was now openly punching and kicking Harry, through his blind rage, only wanting to cause Harry as much pain as he had caused him. Unfortunately, Harry had had enough. From the pain in his body, and the pain Ron was causing, he couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly felt an extreme release of power, coursing through his veins, just begging him to let it out, be used. He couldn't quite think strait, but he knew he could stop this from happening, with only a little of his energy.
Suddenly, Ron was thrown across the room, hit his head on the wall, knocking him out cold. Harry was so confused. Did that come from me? He was about to get up, to inspect his ex best friend, but Dumbledore walked in at that very moment, stunning Harry, so that he fell back unconscious. Both Dumbledore and Molly were standing there, with matching faces of disgust and confusion.
"Molly, I fear that something great is about to happen. Perhaps we should send Harry to a more secluded room. I will fetch Madame Pomphry." Dumbledore than cast Harry and Ron under a levitation spell, walked through the halls, and placed them each in an unused room. He turned around and walked back down the hallway. "Molly, please stand guard while I retrieve Poppy to heal Ron and do some tests on Harry." Dumbledore looked at Mrs. Weasly with fearful eyes. "I fear that, our Harry will have the most unusual life. From what I am sensing, he is not a normal wizard anymore." Dumbledore glanced back in the room at Ron, and then back to Mrs. Weasly. "I can assure you that after what Mr. Weasly did, Harry will not trust him again, and had Harry been given the chance, he could have hurt our young Weasly with little effort. I can feel the power radiating off of him, and after what we heard, after I removed the silencing spell, Ron will not be all that kind to Harry anymore." Dumbledore patted Mrs. Weasly on the shoulder and looked up at her with a little smile. "Although, I do think Mr. Malfoy is going to be quite surprised," He said before walking back down the stairs to the fireplace to get Madame Pomphry.
"Oh Ron, what have you done?" she whispered quietly, closing the door and standing outside in the hallway, waiting for Dumbledore and Poppy to come back.
End Flashback
Harry was to find out everything about his condition as soon as he got to school, because Madame Pomphry still had to run some tests in order to completely understand what was happening to him. Harry knew that he wasn't just a wizard anymore, because the differences that he could see without the use of a mirror, because he hadn't been allowed to look into the mirror since he attacked Ron, were just not his usual self. He felt immensely taller, stronger, and quicker. Nothing took as much energy as before, and his school books would only take him an hour to read, even though they were well over 500 pages long. Right now, Harry was in a speed way train, one day ahead of the normal Hogwarts. In about two hours, he would finally find out who, or what he really was.
Finally, Harry thought, as he climbed out of the carriage he had just arrived to Hogwarts in. Before Harry knew it, Snape came striding up with his famous sneer pasted right into place.
"Hurry up Potter!" Snape spat at him. "Madame Pomphry and the Headmaster won't wait all day for you to get to the hospital wing." Snape finished, hurrying past him with a glance before heading in and through the school.
Funny…Harry thought, Snape isn't his usual 'never speak to Potter' self. Harry chuckled to himself before climbing the stairs to the hospital wing. Yeah right, he thought. A chance to be rude when no one could catch him, and he'd take it…go figure. Harry, chuckling to himself, climbed the stairs and made his way into the school and to the hospital wing.
The first thing that Harry noticed when he walked into the Hospital Wing, was the enormous amount of unusual equipment. He had never seen so much metal clumped up into a big blob. He presumed, it would be where his 'tests' would take place. This is a little weird
"Ah…Mr. Potter, your late, this way please, just lie down." Madame Pomphry instructed, pointing to the metal bed. As Harry went to lie down, she continued explaining. "This is where we will conduct the final tests so that we may better understand what is happening to you." She had visited Harry while he was still at the Weasly's after the fight with Ron. He was in quarantine, because no one knew what was wrong with him. Madame Pomphry had expressed deep sympathy for Harry, not only because something was happening that she couldn't identify, but also because Harry had lost one of his best friends. No one really knew what happened in the room with he and Ron, except for Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasly, and they had not told a soul as of yet. In fact, Harry's whole condition was kept under wraps. And when Harry realized that he had called for Dra…Malfoy…he didn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. But Dumbledore had only smiled, with that ever growing twinkle in his eyes, as if he knew why already, even though it didn't happen! Yeah I'm in denial…
"Now I just want you to relax. This is a sort of muggle slash wizard device. This metal bar is going to slowly skim over your body, checking you for any signs of…well…just to see if there is anything in you that isn't human." She smiled at him apologetically, knowing that calling him not human was not the right way to start off on explaining things to him. "Professor Dumbledore will be here momentarily, but it won't really matter because you will be unconscious, ok."
She is talking like the whole thing is an everyday occurrence. And what was that comment about checking to see if I was all human…is she crazy…this all too weird. The other tests were simple spells, but this is a gigantic metal blob…and I am going to be unconscious under it for a while…great! "Um…Madame Pomphry, what do you mean, not human?"
"Oh, well…I was going to wait for Dumbledore to be here, so why don't we just take this test, and see what happens, alright dear? There isn't anything to be afraid of dear, so please just lay down." And before Harry could as much as protest, she cast a spell on him, and he passed out on the hard, metal pillow on the hard, metal bed.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, you are finally coming around. How do you feel?" It was Professor Dumbledore. Madame Pomphry was only standing a few feet behind him.
"Just a little tired," Harry mumbled, rubbing his head. "And my head hurts." Madame Pomphry had the decency to look sheepish. He then looked up at the Headmaster, with expectant eyes.
"I am sure that you are very curious as to what has happened, so let us not delay in the explanations. Harry," Dumbledore said, with twinkling eyes, "you are more special, than even I could fathom. You, my dear boy, are a Schnydronium or for short, Schnyd." Dumbledore said matter-of-factly.
"But sir, I have never even heard of that, what is it?" Harry asked, sounding as worried as he looked. Sure he was the boy who lived, who defeated Voldemort last school year, who is totally an enemy of Draco Malfoy, and via versa. But now he was a Schnyd, or whatever, and that would only add to the things that already make him abnormal, different from the rest.
"Ah yes," Dumbledore said, smiling, with that dratted twinkle still in his eyes, "you wouldn't have heard of a Schnyd, because I just now named it." Harry looked at him as if he were crazy, so he continued. "You see, what you are, is so different, that it was not even heard of, up until now that is, and so, since you are in a way the finder of this new…thing, you were given the honor of naming it. But seeing as how you were asleep, I just took the first thing that you mumbled, and well, there you go. You mumbled something along those lines, so I just smoothed out the bumps for you," Dumbledore finally finished, smiling at Harry as if it were the most spectacular thing to ever happen.
He looks so proud of himself…
"And the individuals who work with the wizards with similar differences, have already stopped by, recorded all of the needed information, and left, so you are free to go as soon as I finish speaking with you all about yourself." Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully, thinking, before adding, "Oh, and we also have about ten minutes before the feast, so let's make this quick, alright."
Finally Harry found his voice. "What!" he shrieked, "I have been asleep for over a whole day and a half, I am some weird creature, and we have to rush, through all of the details, because I still have to attend the feast? Sir," Harry started, a little frustrated. "What am I?" Harry was still lying down, so he sat up and faced Dumbledore.
"Harry, you are a Veela, Vampire, and an Elf, all in one. This, I must say, has never even been heard of before, so you can imagine our surprise. We are not really sure about all of the changes you have yet to go through, but I can tell you most of the solid answers. I myself am still in the dark, but we have researchers working as we speak." Dumbledore paused, taking a breath, and continuing, as he gave Harry a mirror. "Here, take this mirror. You can finally look at yourself, and I will explain as much as I can.
Harry looked into the mirror, and almost fell over from shock. His hair was long, almost to his waist, and so black, it almost looked blue, and his eyes almost had their own light behind them. I hadn't noticed it before… They glowed with an almost surreal force. He had two sharp, pointed teeth, one in each side of his mouth, where his other not so sharp teeth used to be. He had vampire teeth. His ears were pointed at the ends, and stuck out from underneath his strait hair. He was at a loss for words.
"Yes Harry, you are quite different. Now listen, since you have so many different traits running through you blood, you resemble, what some would say, a god. Your beauty is beyond any one I have ever seen, and I have seen a lot…" Dumbledore chuckled softly to himself. "You are stronger, more powerful, quicker, and smarter than any wizard known to our kind. You possess what others only wish they could have. Had Voldemort not been defeated yet, it would only be to easy now for you to defeat him now. Now listen, because this is of dire importance, there are, somewhat, side affects," he said, looking serious. "You have a terrible temper when provoked, a horrible jealous streak, and a mate." Dumbledore silently sat, waiting for Harry to react.
1…2…3…
"A what?" Harry shrieked, waving his around, "I have a mate. Bloody great. This is the cherry on top. The cream filling, the…"
"Harry, my boy, please, you must understand, this mate of yours, is only someone that you are compatible with, and you know them already. As much as you may not want it to be true, it is.
"Well, how can I tell who is my mate?" Harry asked.
"Well, I can tell you. Draco Malfoy is your mate, and you had better accept that sooner rather than latter." Dumbledore quickly added. "That is why you were crying out his name the day we found you. That is why you can't take your mind off of him." Dumbledore stopped talking, to allow Harry to think it all through. "You will start to feel a stronger pull towards him, even as we speak, and he you. There is nothing you can do except accept it, and continue on with your life, with him as your mate."
"But Professor, how is this even possible, we hate each other. We have, for years. His whole bloody family hates me and anything that may have something to do with me." Harry stated, with confusion in his eyes. "I don't think that I can take any more surprises about my life, and this just makes it worse. I am already the freak, and this will only prove it more." Harry sat there, feeling the most confused, scared, and alone he had in his whole life. He wanted to scream out in frustration, who wouldn't. He was some creature, and Draco Malfoy was his mate. Just great. What next, he had a son?
"Please Harry, try to see this as a good thing, and there is nothing wrong with being the special wizard you are. And you might want to get used to the unusual things happening in your life, because you are unfortunately a magnet for trouble and wonderful things. Now, I know you don't like the idea of Draco, but you need to accept it. The sooner you two bond the better. Until then, you need to try and become friends, start over. You may find that Draco is not as bad, under different circumstances. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get ready for the feast, but remember, try to become friends, the sooner the better. Oh and I am leaving it up to you to tell Draco, and your friends. You are old enough to do that, I think. See you at the feast." Dumbledore smiled, and walked out.
"Bloody old bat…knows everything…" Harry mumbled, getting up.
"Oh," Dumbledore said, poking his head back in, making Harry jump, "There are some other things about you that you don't know yet, but I am leaving it up to you to figure them out. I might get Madame Pomphry to write out a list for you, but I don't know, it would be pretty long…see you at the feast." Dumbledore said, actually leaving this time.
"Umm…Madame Pomphry, do you have my clothes and can I take a quick shower" Harry asked, before plopping back down forgetting that his 'bed' was a block of metal. "I might be a little late."
Madame Pomphry walked into a nearby room muttering under her breath, so that Harry couldn't hear her, "I think that's exactly what the Headmaster wanted. She grabbed Harry's trunk, before showing him his separate room, down the hall from the infirmary.
At least I get my own room, Harry thought.
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