Title: Silver and Cold
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: Overall NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowlings unless otherwise noted. It is for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: Draco is part-Veela and forces the bond on Harry? What will the Veela community have to say about it?
Warnings: spoilers for books 1-5 just to be safe. Eventual non-con. OOC for most characters as I'm not too good at writing Snape or Dumbledore to well.
AN: Thanks to Artificer for beta'ing all 7 chapters at once!
Chapter 2
Draco scowled as dozens of students passed him on their way to the Great Hall. He kept himself hidden, as it was the easiest way for him to be in close proximity with every student without causing suspicion. It wasn't until the last student passed him that he remembered Weasley and Granger, being the first students to arrive, run past him towards the Great Hall. Something was odd and he couldn't quite figure out why…then it suddenly hit him.
None of the students who had arrived had registered as his mate. The only one left that he hadn't seen was Potter. Potter was his mate. He realized now why Granger and Weasley had been running; they knew that something was wrong with his mate. Draco recalled the dream he woke up to and growled softly in anger.
He wanted his mate and he wanted him now.
Draco stalked to the Great Hall in a rage. He saw two-thirds of the Golden Trio talking frantically with Dumbledore at the High Table. Draco marched resolutely to the table and glared at the Headmaster.
"Take me to him. Now," he demanded.
Dumbledore could do nothing but nod. "Professor's Snape and McGonagall, would you be so kind as to escort Mr. Malfoy in retrieving his mate. Thank you."
Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley sputtered in confusion as the two Professors led Malfoy away.
"What the bleedin' hell is going on?" Ron demanded of the Headmaster. "Why are you sending the Ferret to get Harry? And what the bloody hell is this mate business?"
Headmaster Dumbledore looked at the two of them sadly, but said nothing. It was Hermione who quickly figured it out, of course.
"He's part-Veela, isn't he? That's the only logical explanation," she mused. She looked at the Headmaster coldly. "Now that you finally have no say in regards to Harry, you better believe I will be having words with Malfoy about you. Harry's begged you every end of term not to go back there, but you kept forcing him return anyway. We tried to tell you about them, but you wouldn't listen. Now everyone will know the truth. I'm going to speak to Malfoy about bring you up on charges and taking it as far as to the Wizengamot, if necessary," Hermione hissed in growing anger.
She took a quick breath to add to her tirade. "Don't you dare try to Obliviate us again. I have everything documented and spell-locked with multiple copies being owled to me regularly, as well to a few select people. I've always wanted to ask you this: How does it feel to be just like Voldemort?" With that she and Ron turned away, leaving everyone in the Great Hall close enough to hear stunned and for those who couldn't hear whispering, trying to find out.
The Headmaster couldn't help but feel defeated, his time would soon be over, and he knew it. It would be best to walk away than to be forced out. Headmaster Dumbledore looked up to see dozens of eyes watching him, waiting to see how he would react. He couldn't help, but feel as if he failed. Somewhere he went wrong with Harry, but he couldn't figure out where.
The Headmaster sighed as he ignored the looks he was receiving. He stood and went to the podium. "Would the Head Boy and Head Girl please go to the Entrance Hall and escort the first years here so that the Sorting may begin."
Once outside the Great Hall, Draco stopped the Professors. "I need one of you to go to the Ministry and bring Aurors to meet us. They will likely take your word, Professor McGonagall, over Professor's Snape's," Draco said seriously.
Professor McGonagall looked at the young Veela suspiciously, but she secretly agreed with him. She knew how horrible Harry's muggle relatives were and hoped that Draco would give them a taste of what they've done to poor Harry.
"Of course, Mr. Malfoy. We shall meet you there," She said, before turning to go outside, past the wards, so that she could Apparate to the Ministry.
Professor Snape looked at Draco. "We must floo to Mrs. Figg's house," he stated and led the way to the only fireplace that allowed Floo travel in Hogwarts, which was in the Headmaster's office.
By the time to two had left Mrs. Figg's house and made it past her questions, Draco had worked himself up into another Veela Rage. Professor Snape, sensing the boy's anger, pointed out the correct house and allowed his godson to lead the hunt.
He said nothing as Draco spat out an unlocking charm on the front door. Snape was surprised his godson left the door intact. He winced when Draco slammed it against the wall, announcing their presence to all and sundry.
"What are you doing in my house? Get out this instant! I've called the police!" A woman came rushing from the kitchen area, yelling shrilly. The wand Draco pointed at her stopped her cold.
"You will tell me where Potter is, or you will die. Which will it be?" Draco snarled with barely-controlled rage.
"You're one of those people, aren't you? That freak is in the cupboard where he belongs," she snapped.
Draco spat out a Petrifying curse and was satisfied when she fell to the ground.
"What is going on here? What have you done with my wife? Get out of my house! I'll not have any of you freaks in my house! You've already forced the other freak on us! He'll not be going back to your freak school; he's living in our house and he'll learn his place!" A short, fat man roared from behind Draco and Snape.
Professor Snape stepped out the way to avoid the Stunner Draco sent towards the man, who could only be Potter's uncle. Draco stepped further into the house and he had no intention of leaving without his mate. Professor Snape watched, the teacher in him fascinated as his godson used his Veela instincts to locate his mate.
Draco headed straight for a door with a glass pane, intending to search all the rooms on the ground floor first. At the door he paused, looking to his right. He noticed an air vent in the wall underneath the stairs. He frowned in confusion when he saw a sliding lock, which alluded to a door. Curious, Draco moved to the door and slid the lock open, peering inside.
Draco's heart began to beat faster at the sight of his mate, curled tightly to fit within the small space. The scent of drying blood hit the his nose all at once and Draco couldn't hold back his transformation any longer, even if he had wanted to. The screech echoed throughout the house, causing picture frames and other fragile items to tremble. Draco turned to look at his godfather pleadingly. He knew nothing of Medi-magic.
"I'm sorry Draco, his injuries are too severe for the potions I have with me. We must get him to Madam Pomfrey immediately. I'll need to Petrify him in order to move him without causing further damage. May I or would you rather do it?" Severus explained calmly to his godson.
Draco looked at his mate longingly before stepping away so Severus could do what he needed to do.
"Petrificus Totalis. Mobilicorpus," Snape cast in quick succession, before glancing at Draco, who was staring at Potter, as if taking inventory of all visible injuries. "I will meet you in the Infirmary. Don't take too long. Aurors will be here shortly," Severus said as he pulled a small object from within his robes. He gently placed a hand on Potter's arm before speaking the command word to activate the Portkey.
Once he was alone with the muggles, Draco raised his hands, balls of fire growing in his palms. These muggles will pay, he thought viciously as he began shooting flames everywhere. Once satisfied that the house would burn to the ground, Draco hastened outside.
"Accio Harry Potter's things," he shouted, grabbing the school trunk before it could knock him over. The only other item that came to him was an empty owl's cage.
Draco frowned. The only things that belonged to the Boy-Who-Lived were a school trunk and an owl's cage? He had no compassion for the people who mistreated a boy who could one day turn on them. Potter was a wizard; obviously they were stupid muggles.
Filthy muggles. Nothing less than what you deserve, he thought nastily.
Draco took one last look at Number 4 Privet Drive as the flames started to really climb. The Aurors would be arriving any minute and they might be in time to save one of the muggles…or they might not. Either way, Draco wouldn't be bothered to care.
Potter is mine. No one touches what is mine.
Draco walked back to Mrs. Figg's house to return to Hogwarts. He didn't trust the Headmaster to leave Potter alone now that he was at Hogwarts again. Draco knew his godfather could only stall Dumbledore for so long before he became suspicious.
Edited Jan. 06, 2006