Author: DustFactory
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The Dark Lord has turned Harry into a monster, bent on using him to destroy the Wizarding World. However, he underestimates Harry's strength and will power. When Harry returns, he is violently rejected for what he has become; finding solace only in the arms of the enemy. Veela, Incubi, blood, romance and more.
Rating: R
Author's Note: This story is AU in the fact that it assumes that Harry and the rest DID NOT leave Hogwarts after their 6th year. That the entire school came back for 7th year, and only Snape, Draco, and any others that left to join the Dark Lord did not. Dumbledore IS dead however.
THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION. A LINK TO THE UNEDITED VERSION CAN BE FOUND ON MY PROFILE
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ten.
"Well Mr. Potter, how do you propose we go through with this?" McGonagall asked.
Harry stared at her blankly for a moment. It was obvious that the subject pained him.
"If I cannot return to Gryffindor, I wish..." He closed his eyes, clenching them tightly. "I wish to be resorted." He finished the sentence with a hoarse whisper. Harry knew what it would mean to be resorted. He knew where he would go.
McGonagall looked pained, but nodded. She couldn't see any other way besides this. The boy simply wouldn't be safe.
"Very well, Mr. Potter. Unfortunately, it must be done in public, and in front of the school due to tradition and certain old rituals." Harry nodded, but he looked strained and just a bit green. He leaned back against Draco, using him as a support.
"I'm going with him." Ginny's eyes burned with a silver fire. McGonagall looked startled, and then sad at the thought of loosing another one of her Gryffindors. (Even if they were not technically hers anymore, as she had given up that position upon accepting the position as Headmistress.)
"Very well Miss Weasley." McGonagall rubbed the bridge of her nose where her glasses sat. "We will have to go over the proceedings with your parents, but I'm sure they will want what ever is best for you." McGonagall knew that Harry would need all the support he could get, and Ginny would have an easier time away from hot headed temperamental Gryffindor, as ashamed as she was to admit it.
Ginny grinned happily.
If that one is going to be my twin, Draco thought, We will have to work on her blatant display of emotion. He nodded to himself.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Potter?" The Scottish witch asked.
"I'm better, my neck aches a little, but that's about it." There was a mottle of slightly raised pink scar tissue at the base of his throat.
"That is understandable. Mr. Malfoy?"
"I am well."
"Very good, if you come with me Miss Weasley, we shall fire call your parents." The petite girl hopped off the bed, and followed McGonagall out of the hospital wing.
Draco nudged his lover, making his presence know. Harry's eyes had been glazed over, deep in thought.
"They don't matter, Harry. If they act like this at the first sign of trouble, they don't deserve your friendship." He wrapped arms tightly around Harry's slim body, burying his nose in raven hair. Harry sighed with contentment, and as Draco pressed his lips to the nape of his neck, all thoughts of betrayal and unhappiness were forgotten in favor of the growing hunger that rose ferociously from the pit of his stomach.
He turned and pressed himself into the Veela's embrace, feeling the bumps push up through his skin more. Draco licked the one closest to him on Harry's shoulder, nibbling on it. Harry moaned, tangling white hair in his fingers.
"Draco..." He moaned, as the blond nibbled down his stomach farther. The blond hummed appreciatively as the green eyed boy mashed his scalp with deft fingers.
Draco nibbled his way lower, bit by bit, and Harry was trembling with arousal and hunger by the time the blond reached his navel.
"Draco... Please! Please... Oh Gods, don't stop!"
It took them several minutes to calm down. By then, they could hear the sharp precise tap of McGonagall's shoes on stone followed by the quicker pad pad of Ginny's.
Draco's eyes widened, and they sat up quickly, glancing about for pajama bottoms that had been divested at some unknown point of time.
"Shite, shite, shite!" Harry muttered, scrambling around, and finally find them bunched up at the end of the bed with the sheets. He yanked his on, tossing Draco's to him and muttered a general cleaning charm before hopping back onto the bed just as they walked though the doorway.
Draco was franticly running his hands through his hair and checking to make sure his wings were retracted, and Harry's cheeks were flushed bright red.
McGonagall stopped in her tracks, staring at the teenagers, one flushed red, the other giving her a cool nonchalant glance. She whipped around as Ginny giggled behind her, unsuccessfully trying to cover it up with a cough.
She sighed. She was getting to old for this.
"I am going to pretend, for my sanity and for everyone else's sake, that I have absolutely no idea what went on here." Harry flushed even brighter. "Miss Weasley and her parents have decided that until a suitable glamor of some sort can be concocted, she will go under an alias and allow the Hat to resort her also."
Draco raised an eyebrow, but nodded for the Scottish witch to continue. Harry's blush had faded to a pinkish tinge, and he looked a little less embarrassed.
"This alias has yet to be created, however, and she suggested that you might help her out with it, as she had no idea what would be suitable for a Malfoy. When you are done, I would ask you come down to the Great Hall for dinner, and we will set everything straight." McGonagall nodded to them before taking her leave.
Ginny timidly walked over to where they were sitting, and noticing the state that the bed was in she wrinkled her nose, and pulled up a chair instead.
"I can't believe you would do something like this for me Ginny." Ginny smiled at Harry's unbelieving, but warm tone.
"I would follow you anywhere Harry. After all, I still owe you a life debt from first year."
"No you don't-" Harry started.
"Yes I do, Harry. As much as you don't like it, it's a binding magical thing. I want to do this anyway. If all of Gryffindor is going to be stuck up turncoats, I don't want any part of it." She stuck her nose up in the air. "And..." She paused to look at Draco, before lowering her eyes. "I've always wanted a twin." Now Draco's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
"After all I've said and done to you and yours, you would still have me as family?" Draco sounded incredulous, staring at the girl that looked so much like him. Ginny glanced up.
"After the way I saw you act with Harry... I realized that you can't be as bad as I remember. At least all the time." A small smile tugged at the edge of his lips at this. Harry positively glowed at how well they seemed to be getting on.
"Well then, you heard the witch. We need to get you a proper name." Ginny nodded. "What did you say your full name was again?"
"Ginevra Eriu Weasley." Draco cringed at the last name.
"Ginevra is another name for the goddess Queen Gwenhwyfar, meaning white phantom or white cloud." Draco paused. Both Harry and Ginny looked extremely interested, as neither of them had know this previously.
"Since my name is a constellation, we could do another constellation for yours. How about Cassiopeia, the Queen?" She wrinkled her nose again.
"I don't think I'm much of a Cassie."
"Lyra?"
"No way."
"Damn, Vulpecula?"
"No way- wait, isn't that the Fox?" Draco nodded. "I like that one in a weird sort of way. Not for a first name though, maybe as a middle name." Again Draco nodded.
"We could go with another form of Ginevra for your first name, as most of the Weasleys are to uncultured to know most of this." Now Ginny looked angry, but held herself in check. She nodded.
"How about Jenefer Vulpecula Malfoy?" Ginny stuck her tongue out.
"I hate the name Jenefer. Charley had a pet kneazle named Jenefer when we were younger, and it would always vomit partially eaten mice and gnomes up on my bed." Draco looked a bit green.
"Okay, not Jenefer. Shall we just go with a good respectable Guinevere then?" Ginny smiled.
"I could get use to that. Guinevere... hmmm."
"I like it." Harry spoke up for the first time in a while. Ginny nodded.
Draco clapped his hand together.
"Guinevere it is. I'm famished, lets get dressed and face the music."