Waterlogged
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

note: It's pronounced like Gwen, or Gwenavere, and not like guinea pig!

eleven.

The trio descended from the hospital wing down towards the great hall. Draco had an arm warped protectively about Harry as he conversed quietly to Guinevere about how all the loose ends would have to be tied up.

"We'll have them say you're laid up with Dragon Pox, or some other thing, that your extremely contagious, and that you have to be kept in containment at St. Mungo's or something similar. As for where you came from, we'll say you transferred in from Beauxbatons."

Guinevere nodded. The continued down the corridor, finally reaching the Great Hall some ten minutes later. They entered, and the entire hall went dead silent. Harry glanced over at the Gryffindor table, and even though he knew he looked different than he had when he left, he saw Ron recognize him and turn a bright flaming red. An ugly expression twisted his features.

Harry quickly turned away from him, not being able to bare the sight. Draco was whispering quietly to the Headmistress, and he heard him tell her Ginny's new name. The older witch nodded, and rose to make the announcement.

"My dear school, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter have returned. We also have a new student transferring in. Due to extenuating circumstances, we are going to have one of the first resortings in almost a century." She sounded sad and disapointed.

The school exploded with noise, and Harry glanced back at Gryffindor out of the corner of his eye. He saw Hermione's dumbstruck expression, and felt a small spark of hope. Maybe they didn't all hate him.

McGonagall conjured the sorting hat and stool, and placed it in front of the staff table.

"Malfoy, Guinevere!" She called out, and Guinevere nervously took her seat. Ron could be heard loudly making derogatory comments about there being another one, about Death Eaters, and devil's spawn, among other things.

"Mr. Weasley! I ask you to hold your tongue! Fifty points from Gryffindor, I grow tired of your insolence!" The entire Gryffindor table fell silent, staring at her in disbelief and betrayal. She turned and placed the hat on the newest Malfoy's head.

Ah, you are back, and you finally know your true form. You will also know the heavy hand of prejudice, however. I sense a strong urge to follow your newly found twin and not be separated from our Mr. Potter.

Guinevere nodded.

You posses more cunning and ambition than the typical Weasley. This is good. I'll put you where you wish then.

"SLYTHERIN!"

This was followed by may whispered "I knew it-" and "She's a Malfoy, where did you think she would end up?" and things like that.

Guinevere stood unsteadily, and walked to sit at her new table, the weight of the glares on her back making her want to hunch her shoulders.

"Potter, Harry!" Harry took his seat on the stool, oh how small it seemed now. He lifted his chin and glared right back at Ron as McGonagall sat the hat on his head.

Mr. Potter, I see you already know where you are headed. You remember our last conversation then? Well we shan't dally then.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Harry continued to glare back at the Gryffindor table, turning and heading towards the green clad table. He took a seat next to Draco, and pressed his forehead into his hands.

"This is Guinevere Malfoy, my twin sister, and you will show her as much respect as you ever showed me!"

Harry glanced up to see Malfoy introducing Guine to the table. Some of them were staring at him with disbelief, mistrust, or some other mixture of emotion. After all, he had just waltzed back into the school as though he had never left.

"And stop staring at me like I'm the Dark Lord incarnated!" They quickly dropped their gazes, and returned to their dinner. Harry glanced at his lover in amusement. Pansy and Blaze were the only ones that dared stare back with defiance at the blond.

"Why are you back?" Pansy hissed at him. "How did you get them to let you back?"

"And what is Potter doing with you?" Blaze ran an appraising eye over the incubi. Harry tinged pink at the stare. "Not that I'm complaining, or anything." Draco saw red, and snarled at the dark haired boy.

"Don't you fucking look at him like that, he's mine you sonovabitch!" Blaze cowered behind Pansy.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Draco? What in Hades' name did the Dark Lord do to you?" Pansy glared back at him. Harry clasped Draco's hand under the table and rubbed soothing circles on it. The overprotective veela calmed down enough to realize what he had just done. The entire table was staring at him now with a mixture of disbelief and terror. He glared right back, and once again they all went back to at least pretending to eat.

"You never answered my question." Pansy said. She ran a hand through her short, stylish black hair. (It had pink streaks in it today.)

"I-" Draco looked suspiciously about him. "This is not the place to discuss this. We will speak after dinner." The other two slytherins stared at them suspiciously, but let it drop.

They sat in a peacefully silence for a few minutes, pushing food about on their plates and taking the occasional bite. Draco's senses caught something in the air, flying towards them. He turned around, and put hand out, just in time to catch a meat pie three inches from the back of Harry's head. He dropped the steaming thing on the stone floor, and turned, slowly, to face the Gryffindor table.

He could feel the change seconds before it happened. Harry whipped around and grabbed him by the shoulders, and attempted to brutally haul him from the Great Hall to keep the entire student body from seeing his newly found form.

It was to late, the stress and everything that had happened built up and overflowed in a pinnacle of anger and steamy rage. Harry clenched his fists tighter on Draco's shoulders, and managed to drag him a few feet before the wings burst violently from his back, splattering more blood than they had the last few times. His shirt shredded, and his fingers and feet made a great grinding wet sounding crunch as the pushed themselves into the shape of deadly claws.

"Goddamn it Draco! Stop it!" Harry's muscles were rippling with the viable effort it took to hold the veela back. Ron looked mortified, scrambling under the table. Guine managed to get in front of him and slap him hard. She ducked as his talons sliced through the air towards her. Three thin red cuts sliced across her cheek, just barely missing her eye.

Draco suddenly froze, eyes going wide as he realized what he had done. She was whimpering in pain, and even through his screen of rage, Draco could see the edges of them steam and begin to blacken. His wings quickly sagged back into his back, and his talons receded.

"Shite, Guine! I'm sorry-" She edged away from him, and Harry knelt down and carefully scooped her up into his arms. McGonagall and the other teachers had broken out of their frozen stupor, and were rushing over to where they stood.

"Back to the hospital wing." Harry sighed, and Guine buried her hands tightly in the front of his robes. Blaze and Pansy had sat speechless through the entire ordeal, and only now did they rush from their spots to help usher Draco out of the Great Hall, who's shirt was torn to shreds and bloodied.

"Morrigan, Draco, why the hell didn't you tell us you were a veela?" He snapped around, and his claws were back in two seconds flat.

"Fuck. Off."

"Were you even going to tell us?"

"I said, FUCK OFF, leave me the HELL ALONE!" He turned and slashed at a stone wall, leaving black searing gashes down it. He violently kicked over a suit of armor, and stalked further up the hall after Harry.

Pansy and Blaze glanced at each other. They had never know Draco to ever show this much emotion in public. Destroy his room, sure. Destroy the common room even, but never where other non-slytherins could see him.

Harry turned and glanced at his mate. Ginny opened her eyes a crack, and saw the flaming demonic looking angel that had been Draco not but a few minutes ago. Draco glanced at her, and at the look of terror in her eyes, his anger melted.

"Guine-" He reached out as though to touch her. She whimpered and buried her face in Harry's robe. It hurt so bad... Her face was on fire.

"Guinevere, I'm sorry. Guine! Look at me!" His voice was so distressed, and he couldn't believe what he had done. He was a monster. Why weren't they expelling him? Where was McGonagall to kick him out?

A warmth gathered in his fingertips, and he knew, as the walked, that he was the only one that would be able to heal the damage on his twin. He remembered reading that veela claws were deadly, with a fiery poison that would destroy the body from inside out, and the only one that could fix it was the veela that had caused it.

He tugged gently on Harry's sleeve, and the boy turned and looked at him again.

"Hold on, come in here for a second." He tugged Harry towards the transfiguration class room that they were passing. It was empty for dinner.

"We need to get her to the hosp-" Ginny glanced up, and he could already see the black veining out from the slices on her cheek. Her right eye was begging to fog over a milky white.

"I have an idea, just come in here for a second." Harry reluctantly followed him into the unlocked classroom. "Here," he tugged Harry down into the teacher's chair. "Guine, Guinevere, I need you to look at me." Guine turned her face towards him, now seemingly unaware of what she was doing. He reached out and touched her face, and the warmth pulsed from his fingers. The black quickly receded, and the nasty gashes filled out and became silvery pink scars that were barely visible.

She blinked her eyes, and now Draco could see the flecks of aqua that were the only difference between hers and his.

"Draco, what happened? I remember you-" She reached up to touch her face and feeling the slashes gone, her eyes widened. "You healed me."

He gave a bad imitation of a smile, and she stared at his grief stricken face. It was obvious he was beating himself up over what he had done.

"I- I'm sorry," It sounded painful, as Draco wasn't really use to apologizing for things. "I just... Weasley threw that pie at Harry, and I kind of just..." He made a helpless motion with his hands.

"You're a veela!" All problems seemed to be forgotten, and she hopped down from Harry's lap. "Can I see you do that transforming thing again?" He stared back at her dumbstruck.

"Your not angry?" She waved it away.

"Your a Veela." She said it like it explained everything. When he still didn't look convinced, she went on. "You were just defending your mate. It's okay, I'm not mad. I was kind of scared, but it's okay. I should have know better then to get in your way when you were raging at my br- at Ron." Now she looked pained.

Draco stared down at his twin. She was only about an inch shorter than him, and she was more delicate. He wrapped his arms around her, and she stiffened, but slowly relaxed into the embrace.

All the memories he had had as a small child came flooding back. How he had wanted a little sister to play with, how every time he had asked mother for one how angry she had gotten. (He had learned to stop asking when he was five, after his father had beat him for asking a second time.)

He buried his nose in the soft platinum hair that was just barely redder than his.

"You don't need them, Guine, you have a brother, one that won't turn his back on you." She pushed her face into his neck, and he felt silent tears slide down his skin. Harry sat staring at them, a warm smile gracing his lips.

"And you have me." Harry stood, and wrapped his arms around her from the back. Her sobbing escalated, and she began to tremble. "We'll never leave you."

Pansy and Blaze chose that moment to burst in, stopping in their tracks at the touching scene.

"Uh... Sorry to break up the moment, but McGonagall is looking for you."