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Also, I have read a lot of stories on this site, so if anything is familiar, it is not on purpose… Could you simply take it as an homage?

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Harry once more left the infirmary through the portrait of poor William as he wasn't quite ready to face the crowds yet. Exiting just near the deserted hallway near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he wasn't surprised to see Remus Lupin leaving his classroom. Spying Harry, Remus called his name before reaching over and enveloping Harry in a tight embrace.

"Harry, we are all so proud of you, but if you ever do anything as stupid as that again, I will not be responsible for my actions! Do you hear me?"

Leaning back, Remus shook Harry he let the worry he had felt over Harry's act show in his eyes.

"I am serious, young man!"

"Sorry Remus, it won't happen again, I promise! I was hoping for a peaceful life full of nice safe choices, but apparently I can't even do that!"

What had started off as a sincere apology descended into bitterness as Harry remembered that his life had once again been mapped out for him.

"Harry, has your ring been getting warm recently?" Remus asked, surprising Harry with the change of conversation.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, it has. Why?"

"Well I have been doing some research on it the past few weeks. I didn't want to say anything, just in case I didn't find anything," Remus continued as Harry opened his mouth to ask questions. "I saw no reason in raising your hopes just to disappoint you. But that isn't the point, I found something Harry! And it is very exciting! The stone in your ring is a black onyx, it's very rare, but the particular gem in your ring is the Gem of Perfectus Belatro. It is a very powerful stone, Harry; it allows the wearer to find their soul mate. It grows warm in their presence. I should have remembered that! Your Godfather always said that everyone deserved true love. Sirius was in awe of your parents' relationship, soul mates he called them. So when he was named your Godfather he obviously went and found a way for you to discover your own soul mate, and not miss out on true love."

Harry gave a weak smile.

"I dare say the ring has been warming up around Draco Malfoy?" Remus asked, searching Harry's face for some trace of happiness.

"How did you know?" Harry asked, looking up into his surrogate Godfather's concerned gaze.

"I may not be a wolf all of the time Harry," the werewolf smiled, "but I still have the heightened senses of a canine even for the days that I do not inhabit the body of the wolf. I could smell there was something different about Mr. Malfoy, that he was a veela. I did not learn that you were his mate until sometime after that. When I learnt that you and he had ceased your fighting and were sitting amicably together in classes, then there was the fact that he was incapable of hurting you."

"Remus, what am I going to do?" Harry groaned.

"Do? Harry, I don't understand, do you feel that this is a bad thing?" Remus asked gently.

"Well isn't it? So far the entire of my life has been pre-determined by some poxy prophecy and a power hungry megalomaniac. And now that I have gotten rid of him and that weight is off my shoulders, I am now told that I have a soul mate, who is a veela, who I am supposed to bond with, and stay bonded to forever. And while I am crazy happy about that, because I am in love with him, I just can't help but feel that once again my life is being decided for me. Draco is the third person I have ever been interested in romantically, he is the first male I have ever kissed and I really thought that this was the one, that he loved me, Harry. Not The Boy Who Lived. But then he tells me that he is part veela and he identified me by scent? What am I supposed to think now? That a chemical reaction has said that we are to be together and we will just skip off hand in hand happily ever after?"

Harry's voice had been rising quite steadily as he had been talking and he ended his rant at a yell, breathing heavily, trying to control his emotions.

"Oh Harry, no." Remus sighed. "We didn't really cover veela enough in class did we? This is a wonderful gift Harry. So many people go through life never finding true love, and your soul mate has a built in survival instinct that allows him to find you! You said so yourself that you love Draco, does it matter how you got together? All that really matters is that you are together now. Harry, you risked your life to save him from Lord Voldemort, even before you knew about this soul mate business, you loved him before you knew about the veela side of things. I would be worried if you had been informed of you and Draco being mates, and suddenly you underwent a major personality change, but Draco was very good in allowing you the chance to fall in love with him naturally. I know Hermione sent you a book about magical creatures for your birthday, and I gave Draco a book about veela and other species that can interbreed with humans, so why don't you and he have a read through them together and then have a talk?"

Harry saw the sense in this, and so thanking Remus, he started to make his way towards the Gryffindor Tower. Unfortunately his trip there was hindered by many people asking questions about what had happened the night before so it was a great relief to make it to his dormitory and grab his invisibility cloak, as well as the book. Making his way back to the infirmary where he intended to spend the rest of the day with his boyfriend, reading about their situation, he was once again waylaid, this time by Professor Dumbledore.

"Ah, Harry my boy," the old professor said smiling at an invisible Harry, "I have a favour to ask of you, if you do not mind?"

Harry sighed and slid off the cloak, what was the point of being invisible if the Headmaster wasn't going to play along with the charade that no-one could see him?

"Certainly, sir"

"Good, good, I need you to tell a few reporters about what happened last night if you don't mind. I know this is short notice, but they are waiting in the Great Hall, and I felt it best if the story came straight from you, instead of coming from those who do not know the entire story and could put a negative spin on things."

"Certainly, sir," Harry replied, following along behind Professor Dumbledore as he swept towards the school's eating place.

Reaching the doors to the Great Hall, Dumbledore stopped.

"Okay, Harry, remember, do not be nervous, and simply tell the story as it happened." Quietly, he said Sonorus, a spell to amplify Harry's voice, before putting a hand in the middle of Harry's back and shoving him through the doors and into a room full of reporters.

A few reporters my ass, Harry thought as he smiled nervously at the reporters now staring at him. Clearing his throat and moving towards the small platform at the front of the hall, Harry thought furiously about what he had to say.

"Good afternoon. Thank you for attending this press conference. It was thought that this meeting should be held so there was no confusion about the events that took place last night. If it is okay with you all, I would like to say a short statement about what happened and then I will answer some questions."

There was a murmur of ascent from the reporters so Harry continued, his magically enhanced voice booming out across the great hall, holding the reporters captivated and relying on their quick quotes quills to capture everything Harry said.

"Lord Voldemort is dead. I killed him last night in a cave just south of Blackpool. After the quidditch match the other evening between Slytherin and Ravenclaw I was informed that my boyfriend had been sent, against his will, to Voldemort, and told that I was the only one who could save him."

A round of whispers went up at the mention of a boyfriend, but Harry kept talking as if he hadn't heard them.

"Focusing on all the love and emotion I felt for him, I managed to apparate to his location, the caves in Blackpool. Planning on just sneaking in and stealing him away, I did not draw any attention to myself, enabling me to observe a Death Eater meeting without being detected. I was able to watch Voldemort in action. After talking to his followers for a while, Voldemort ordered my boyfriend be bought before the meeting, intending to initiate him into his followers. However, through legillemency Voldemort learnt of our relationship and was about to cast an unforgivable on him. That was when I lost control, I think I screamed, I can't remember, but I do remember a pulse going through me and spreading throughout the room, knocking the Death Eaters unconscious and killing Voldemort. Professor Dumbledore later told me that what I felt was a pulse of pure magic created out of love. It was love that killed Voldemort. That is what happened, does anyone have any questions?"

Many reporters started yelling questions, but one was prevalent above the rest,

"Mr. Potter, who is your boyfriend?"

Feeling that honesty was the best policy, Harry looked out into the room

"Draco Malfoy." He stated simply, the deciding that he had spent enough time away from the person in question, ended the conference with a simple "Thankyou for listening."

And with that Harry clasped his book tighter in his hand and left the Great Hall through the teacher's exit, leaving the shouting reporter's behind him.

Making his way through the infirmary doors Harry moved slowly towards Draco's bed. Clearing his throat he smiled nervously when his boyfriend turned to look at him.

"Remus said you had an interesting book about veela. I thought maybe I could read it with you, or maybe you could read me the highlights?" He asked with a small, hopeful smile

Draco didn't say a word, he didn't have to. A blinding smile broke across his face and he moved over, making room for Harry on the bed.