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
Thanks to my reviewers Mistiksnake, Freak in Corner, redfox13, Evalyn D. Roberts, dairygirl, sbkar, DestinyEntwinements, momocolady, Ashes of Stars, mis-HD, and QueenB23!
---> oh Circe, please forgive mich, I
had school work, and semester exams, and angry friends, and no
inspiration! I was trying to get these out every other day or so... Ah,
well. Also: DAMN YOU GERMANS with you capitalization of all nouns! You
give me hell!
twelve.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you care to explain to me what that display in the Great Hall was all about?"
Draco stared back at her with a steely glint in his eye. Harry stood behind him with his hands on his shoulders, in a comforting manner, lending strength where it was needed. Guine was sitting next to him, a protective hand on his leg. Draco didn't reply.
"If you don't help me out, Mr. Malfoy, then I cannot help you." She sighed. Now was when she needed Severus. The man might rubber her the wrong way, and he might have had a hand in the murder of Dumbledore, (okay, so he had been the one to shout the curse, but...) she was never good at dealing with Slytherins. They just weren't her ilk.
"Draco's a veela, Professor." Harry could feel Draco tense under his fingers, but he ignored him.
"I am aware of that, Mr. Potter, after that display. That is the only reason that he is not being expelled at this moment for what he almost did, as there are strict laws when it comes to Veelan people, and their..." She stared hard at Harry, "Mates." Harry refused to budge, and stared right back. "It was very obvious that Mr. Weasley provoked Mr. Malfoy into his resulting action."
"What I am asking however, is how Mr. Malfoy came about being a veela, as he was not one prior to his departure at the end of last year." Harry's face flushed, and Draco glared harder at the woman.
"My change... triggered his." Harry mumbled. Harry could feel the amusement seeping up through his hands from Draco.
"I see." McGonagall looked suspicious, but let it drop, with a small blush of her own and an embarrassed cough. "Well, we can't have something like what happened in the Great Hall happening again. We will have to have some kind of true nature repression charms placed on your being, Mr. Malfoy."
"With all due respect, Professor, the potion variant is much more potent and longer lasting." Draco said.
"I am not talented enough in the area to produce this, and neither is anyone else at Hogwarts. As far as I know, our departed potions master is the only one that would have been able to brew it, and he has defected." McGonagall looked extremely sour, before a stern, but blank mask dropped over her face. The only thing that gave her away was how tightly her lips were pressed together.
Draco had seen Snape a few times, standing to Voldemort's left, as his father stood proudly to his right. After all, the man had killed Dumbledore, and that, if nothing else, seem to have wiped Voldemort's mind clean of any spy possibilities, and gained him a strong position as Voldemort's third.
Now, I suppose, his second, as Lucius is dead.
Draco jolted, barley managing to contain his shock. That hadn't been his thought. Harry squeezed his shoulders, letting him know he had felt something strange also.
What in Hades' name?
Now it was Harry's turn to jump, and as he was not as good at containing his reactions, it was very obvious something had happened. McGonagall gave them a funny look. Draco shook himself out of his stupor. They could figured this out later.
"I am able to brew the potion, Headmistress. I was apprenticed to Severus before we left."
"Why am I not surprised?" Harry asked dryly.
"Maybe because I am extremely brilliant?" Draco said, snottily. Guine snickered and Harry rolled his eyes. Draco could see a tug at the corners of McGonagall's mouth, that might have passed for a smile.
"Back on track, children." They all kind of glared at her for the reference. "If you can brew this, and it is up to my standards, then it will do. However, until then we will have use the charms." Draco nodded reluctantly.
"If you had told me about you problem, we would not have had to go through what we did in the Great Hall this evening. Thank goodness no one was hurt." The slices along Ginny's face had faded almost to the point of not being visible at all. She looked confused that McGonagall didn't say anything about what had happened to her, Guine figured she must have not really seen anything.
"We'll have to set up rooms for the two of you." Harry and Draco looked startled. Rooms that just them could live in? "There are very strict laws about veela and their mates." McGonagall now looked extremely embarrassed, but continued. "The rules about how to deal with students that might have magical creature tendencies or be otherwise inclined, were created when a student who had some mixture of siren and veela blood entranced and killed one of the professors trying to hold her from mating until the family could arrive and take her home. She managed to apparate through the castle's walls and up from the slytherin dungeons to the Hufflepuff courtyard where her mate was and they..." McGonagall looked extremely uncomfortable. "Mated."
Harry was barely able to keep his face strait at the picture of sour uptight embarrassment that the Professor made.
Draco apparently didn't feel the need to hide his feelings on the
matter, however, and snickered loudly. Guine began to giggle, and
Harry's resolve finally broke. Within a few seconds all three of them
were almost howling with laughter. McGonagall's face twisted even more,
and a good few minutes later Harry was wiping tears from his face, and
clutching Draco for dear life.
"If you three are quite finished, I get on with what I was saying." They all straitened up and tried to look serious again, with small smiles tugging at their lips. "Miss Malfoy, I you were a very talented student as a six year, almost top of your class." Guine blushed. "Do you wish to test and see whether or not you're seventh year material, or would you rather continue on as a sixth year?"
"I don't know, I mean seventh years have NEWTs and all-"
"We'll help you Guine." Draco said. "Don't worry about it. Or at least," Draco shot a sly look at Harry, "I'll help you with it, as this bumbling pansy can barely help himself."
"Oi!" Harry slapped Draco on the back of his head. "I do just fine, thank you." Draco smiled at him, unable to contain his amusement at Harry's outraged expression.
McGonagall cleared her throat. "If you three will follow me to the dungeons, I will show you your rooms." They all trotted down to the dungeons, and on the way, it hit Draco, who was the head of Slytherin? Shouldn't he or she be the one taking them to their dorms?
"Professor," Harry asked. "Who is the head of Slytherin house now that Professor Snape is gone?" Draco stared at Harry, wondering just how deep their connection really was. He didn't even think Harry knew that he was asking Draco's unvoiced question.
"We haven't been able to find a suitable one yet, and all of the Professors are evenly distributing the responsibility, as we also have no head of Gryffindor, after I accepted the position of Headmistress." Harry nodded thoughtfully.
They reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, and McGonagall said the password, (Know thy enemy) and they continued in.
"So... How much do you know about veela, anyway?" Harry asked Draco. The blond glanced up from unpacking his trunk. Their room was off the Slytherin dorms, just down the hall farther. It was larger than the other seventh year dorms, and they each had separate beds as far from one another as possible. Draco had laughed in amusement, wondering if that had been the best attempt at being able to keep them apart, and still being able to stay within legal boundaries.
Draco shrugged.
"Nothing, really. Just whatever we learned in our Care of Magical Creatures class." His face twisted into a sneer. "Which wasn't that much, as our 'teacher' was more into illegal imported hybrid things instead of actual magical beings." Harry gave him a half hearted glare. He had liked Hagrid, he really had. He just... Well, frankly, his teaching skills were bloodyawful.
"Of course they were." Draco sniffed. Harry stared at him funny.
"I didn't say that out loud." Draco glanced back at him.
"We really need to figure out the extent of this... Thing that's going on between us. I'm not so sure I'm happy with you being able to take a stroll through my head any time you want." Harry said.
"It's not like I'm doing it on purpose!" Draco said, an edge of anger creeping into his voice. "And it's not like you haven't done the same thing to me, so don't get all St. Potter on me."
"Calm down Draco, I was just saying we need to learn more about this. I wasn't accusing you of anything." He walked over and rubbed his hands down the veela's arms in a soothing motion. Draco sagged back into the embrace.
"I'm sorry." He whispered quietly. "It's just that everything's suddenly flipped upside down. I was suppose to be a good little Death Eater, I was going to be Voldemort's heir, and instead I can't even kill two bloody godforsaken children." Draco was trembling, his voice harsh. "I failed, and they tried to kill me. I end up as a veela, I'm not even human any more! I'm a fucking animal!" Harry pushed white hair off of Draco's forehead tenderly.
"But your my veela." Harry pressed his lips softly to Draco's temple. It didn't seem to thwart is rant, however, and he continued.
"We barley escaped with our lives... I ended up killing my fath-" His voice cracked, and Harry saw a single tear slip down his cheek. He swallowed thickly. "I killed my father," Harry hugged him tightly to his body. "I killed my own father." Another tear slipped down his cheek. "And now I'm crying like a baby." He angrily whipped the tears from his cheeks. "What kind of Malfoy am I?" Something that sounded suspiciously like a sob rose in the back of his throat.
"Oh, Dragon," Harry ran gentle fingers through Draco's soft hair. Draco turned fully around in Harry's arms and pressed his face into the crook of the darker haired boy's neck. Harry could feel warm wet tears slide down his neck to the rhythm of Draco's now bone wracking sobs. "Shhh, it's okay love, I'm here."
Draco clutched at Harry's robes, trembling and weeping bitterly. Harry rubbed his back soothingly, and wondered why suddenly being uprooted from his red and gold tower and tossed into the snake pit hadn't effected him more.
There was a knock at the door, and Draco glanced up, roughly scrubbing his face with the sleeve of his robe. He muttered a cleaning charm under his breath as Harry got up to answer the door. The incubi waited for his affirmative before opening the door to find Pansy, Blaise, and Guinevere. Blaise jammed his upper body rudely past Harry and almost choked. Harry snickered.
"Why do you two get such a big dorm?" He screeched.
"I'm a Malfoy." Draco said imperiously. "Why wouldn't I get a big dorm?"
"Draco, darling, you never did tell us what happened, and what that display in the Great Hall was." She brushed her pink streaked hair out of pale eyes and glared at him. Draco sagged back against the wall.
"Fine, come sit down." They all managed to fit onto the four poster bed, and Harry wormed his way behind Draco, so that the blond was tucked securely between his knees. "You all know what my mission was last year, with the cabinet?" He started. "Well, during the initiation ceremony..."