Chapter Ten – Injustice
"Father!" Draco yelled down the hall towards Lucius. "Father, I need to talk to you."
Lucius stopped walking and waited for his son to catch up before asking why he was so urgent to talk. "Yes, Draco?"
"Something odd happened tonight, something that I cannot explain."
Lucius took in his son's flustered and slightly scared appearance Lucius nodded his head in understanding. Placing a comforting hand on his only child's shoulder, Lucius directed them to his private chambers. As soon as they were both seated Lucius started up the conversation.
"Now Draco, what happened?"
Uncomfortably, Draco shifted in his seat before recounting from the beginning what happened that night.
"It started at the party…it was when I saw Mother. I couldn't help but notice that we looked nothing alike, and for some reason I was desperate to find some sibilance, but I found none. And then, on the stage when the clock chimed midnight, I felt…odd. It's hard to explain. My body became cold, yet I was sweating a lot. Shivers kept running down my spine, so I went to the bathroom to wash my face. Surprisingly it helped and the feeling went away.
"But when I came back to my room I found the Weasley girl in my bed. I wanted to punish her, yet when I looked at her all I saw an angel. I felt like if I didn't touch her right then I would die. I became flustered and a fire began to grow in my stomach.
"It's scaring me. Why would I suddenly feel this way to her?"
Lucius appeared to be deep in thought about his son's condition, but in fact was flashing back to when he first discovered the changes a veela was to undertake.
After eighteen years have past, on the day of a veela's birth, the strike of midnight will transform them into their true form. No noticeable changes will occur; the only difference will be a burning desire to be with their mate. The two need not wed, but must have sexual intercourse before six months have passed. If they fail to do so, the veela will be driven insane and most likely kill themselves and their mate.
There is no way to change who a veela's mate is, and if the two cannot be together, the veela will slowly die. It is therefore important that they overcome differences and learn to love and trust each other.
The new veela will experience more powerful magic, as will their mate. They will also be granted new strength and knowledge; you don't wish to be on the bad side of a veela.
Draco became concerned when his father began to get misty eyed and pulled him out of his revere by touching his hands. Lucius snapped back into reality and whipped the tears away, pretending like nothing had happened.
"I have been hiding a dark secret form your mother and you. It was the biggest mistake in my life and I know that this possibly will destroy our family. Now I ask that you listen to all I have to say, for it is important to your future and Mrs. Weasley's."
"Ginny?" Draco interrupted, "What does this have to do with her?"
"Patience my son. It all started nineteen years ago…and she became pregnant, with you. I couldn't have anyone know about the affair, so we preformed the Fetus Transportus and had you implanted in your mother's womb. Luckily you survived the transplant and grew healthily without anyone knowing what had happened.
"That isn't the worst though, the reason this is happening to you is because Melanie was a veela."
Lucius observed his sons reactions and felt the anger building inside of Draco. He noticed Draco's hands in tight fists, his eyes scrunched in frustration, his ears reddening, and his breathing quickening. He was quite surprised at how well he was taking the news, until…
"How dare you not tell me this!" Draco shouted as he stood up from his chair. Clenching and unclenching his fists, Draco paced around the room while throwing his father dark looks. "For eighteen years…you kept this for me for eighteen years!" Shaking his head in disgust, Draco punched the wall next to him, leaving a gaping hole. As blood began to fall from his hand, Draco walked back to his father and grabbed him by the collar of his robes and lifted him to his feet.
"What made you think you had the right not to tell me?" Letting go of his startled father, Draco pushed Lucius back into his chair. "Come on, tell me!"
Voice shaking with fear, Lucius replied, "I hoped that you wouldn't be a veela. There was a small chance that the gene wouldn't be passed down to you. I feared that if I said anything, your mother would leave me and even go so far as to get an abortion. And then, what if you didn't turn out to be a veela? It would have been all for nothing."
"Nothing! For God's sake I would have at least been prepared for what I'm going through now. But you were only saving your ass, you don't care that my life is forever changed. How could you keep this life changing secret from me?"
"Draco, you must understand."
"No! You must understand. Because of you I am forced to live a life I have no control of. You have ruined everything!" And without another word, Draco stormed out of his father's chambers and went to his mother's bedroom, only to find her sleeping peacefully…but that was soon changed.
Gently placing his hands on his mothers arm, Draco called, "Narcissa, wake up. This is important."
"What?" His mother asked in a sleep filled voice. Slowly opening her eyes she noticed her son and immediately knew something was terribly wrong. "Dear, sit down and tell me was is troubling you."
"This will shock you Mother, so I ask you to prepare yourself for bad news."
And hour later Draco engulfed his mother in his arms as tears of sorrow leaked out of her red, puffy eyes. Narcissa had taken the news harder then Draco for many reasons that Draco could easily identify with. It crushed his mother to know that she hadn't ever truly left behind an heir, but had raised her husband's mistress's baby. The betrayal was a blow way below the belt.
Slowly, Narcissa's tears disappeared and her body relaxed. Draco tucked in his mother and sat down in a chair next to her bed, holding her hand all night long as her only source of comfort.