Disclaimer: I don't own anything you can legally tie to J.K. Rowling. However, I felt like pulling them out of the closet to play with.
A/N: There is going to be changes with Harry's personality and such. This is unbeta'd, though I have two wonderful betas, I was trying to make deadline. I have a few chapters written so expect updates soon. I will explain more about Harry in my next Author's note so I don't give anything away. Enjoy.
Summary: Harry sits alone on his birthday, battered and bruised. A horror of a twisted past and minipulated terrors that sent one young man to the brink of an unbelievable existence that was no more near reality than it was a peaceful death. He stared unseeingly at a spot on the wall, his lip bleeding and abused as he fought to hold in the screams. He began rocking slowly back and forth and dropped his head to his knees. This is a Dark fic with Light Side bashing. Features a HalfVeela/HalfVamp Harry. It has suprises on a world of overused but endearing predestined mate stories. I hope everyone enjoys the story and reviews. Rating may go up with future chapters. I specifically have not listed the pairings in the story because it would ruin a few tricks I have up my sleeve for this story. Enjoy.
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The clock struck midnight with a flurry of owls flying thru an open window. The sight fell on the unseeing eyes of the only person in the tiny second bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive.
Curled up in the corner, a young emerald eyed man's body was writhing in pain. It was all he could do not to scream as the burning in his stomach increased ten fold. The time was nearly one AM now and the pain grew steadily worse.
He stared unseeingly at a spot on the wall, his lip bleeding and abused as he fought to hold in the screams. It would serve no purpose to wake the Dursleys. He began rocking slowly back and forth and dropped his head to his knees. A soft murmur could be heard but it was faint. His low, pain filled voice soothed over himself as he sang.
Empty spaces fill me up with holes
Distant faces with no place left to go
Without you within me I can't find no rest
Where I'm going is anybody's guess
The loss of Sirius had been a big one but he was so close to wishing to go through that again if it meant the pain would go away…almost. To Harry, it just seemed to prove that he may not live out the night.
I try to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete
Voices tell me I should carry on
But I am swimming in an ocean all alone
Why was this happening to him? Why was he such a 'freak?' Thought after thought flared in his subconscious but the wall he stared at held no answers. He just wanted to be somewhere safe. Somewhere that he would be loved. With that thought, he passed into sweet oblivion as one final letter arrived; baring the name of one Harry James Potter.
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The morning rose slowly in comparison to Harry. He had been awake for hours; passing out only for an hour or so. There was no rest for the wicked. The owls had long since left; except one. It had dropped a letter in his lap and he could not bring himself to open it. The name on the front was his but different; added.
To: Harry James Potter -Black-Malfoy.
His life could never be easy, could it? But staring at it for hours on end would bring nothing; it was time to open the parchment.
Dearest Harry,
If you are reading this then we have passed on. The contents of the letter may be overwhelming but you deserve the truth, as the changes you will go thru may be frightening.
Firstly, Lily and I are not your biological parents. We love you from the bottoms of our hearts. It pains me to write this, I can see you giggling just a few feet away from me. You look so carefree and your sliver eyes are magnificent.
Lily always was proficient in charms. By this time tomorrow, you will resemble me. I'm sorry about the hair. The black waves in your strawberry blonde hair and the contrasting silver of your eyes will be forever hidden until all threat has passed.
Your true parents loved you but it was too dangerous for them to keep you. I hope you will learn to forgive them for giving you up.
Secondly, Albus Dumbledore should never be trusted. Most likely, our deaths will be his fault. He turned your parents in and I saw the results. The bloodied forms as they took their punishment from both sides.
That's right Harry, your father's were, or are, Death Eaters. I am almost positive you have met them by now. Lily is not marked but I am. . I, too, blindly followed Dumbledore for years and I ended up in more danger. Voldemort will take care of you, if you let him. Dumbledore will cost you your life and deny your true heritage. Please do not follow blindly. Talk to Snape, yes we've became friends, and he can help you.
What I have yet to tell you, but you have probably already guessed is that you have two fathers. It is a rare occurrence for male pregnancies. They were so proud of you; their little miracle. Sirius, good ole' Padfoot, was your 'mother.' Lucius Malfoy is your other father. More likely than not, his mind was tampered with so his memories of you are skewed. Do not let that stop you from having a relationship with him. Also, do not begrudge Sirius. He remembers you well but is cursed, by Dumbledore, as to never tell you the truth.
Today should be your 16th birthday. The day you will come into your inheritance. I am positive Dumbledore has not informed you of this development but I assure you that he was well informed.
The Blacks are a dark, and proud, Pureblood family. However, there is more than meets the eye. Sirius had an unfortunate accident in the Forbidden forest one night. He had been unable to accompany Moony, Wormtail, and I for the monthly run. It was detention for something or other. Well, we had gotten into a fight with some of the creatures and only Peter managed to return. Sirius came looking for us, in human form. It was dawn so he knew we had all changed back. He had almost found us when he was attacked. A vampire drank his blood, and for one reason or another, decided to change him. From that point on, he needed weekly fills of blood.
Essentially, you are part Vampire. You will need blood twice a month to sustain your life. There is a downside; only your mate can provide the blood. Your body will remain strong for 6 months. After the first three months, your body will require you to obtain blood from full blooded family members at least twice a week. If you have not found your vampiric mate within the six month limit, your magic will start destroying your body and your blood will thin to nothing.
Your skin will pale only sightly and your canines will grow. Your teeth will retract until your mate is near. When that happens, you will then sense your mate.
Lucius was a different story. His family is Pureblood; but not as clean as he proclaims. It is a well hidden secret, that I only found out from Sirius so I could warn you that he is a full blooded Veela. It just so happened that Padfoot was his mate. Talk about Ironic.
As I am sure the school still teaches nothing on Veelas, here is an added bit of what you will go thru.
1) You will grow beautiful wings. They have razor sharp tips and will come out if you are extremely angry or your mate is upset. They will also help you find your mate. If your wings are White or Blue with a black shimmer, then your mate is a pure heart; a wizard of the light and around your age. If, and I believe this to be true, your wings are black with red tips, or green with silver tips, your mate has done wrongs in the past and is older than you.
2) The charms Lily and I have placed on you will fade. You will see those brilliant eyes I have come to love and the true face of your parents.
3) You will have the urge to find your mate. You will have 3 months to track him or her down. If that three months passes and you have yet to find your mate, your sanity will wane and eventually drive you to death but you will be able to survive until the 6 month mark because of the blood supply. With your parents Veela and Vampire blood, your body will manage to hold on but it cannot be taken for granted.
I say none of this to scare you. It is quite the opposite. I know you must have many questions but as I am not there I will try to head off the ones I can think of.
Because you are naturally born into both heritages, you will have two mates. Do not worry; your mates will accept each other and you will love them both equally. I do not know if you have been told, but it is okay if you are gay. Your mates may either be male or female, you will love them regardless.
I must go. It is time I tucked you into bed. Tomorrow will be a trying day. I Love You my son. Regardless of your blood, choices, or life, I am and always will be, so proud of you. Enjoy every minute you have.
Harry, this is Lily. You are so adorable and I wish I could see you now. I, too, will always be proud of you. One last thing: This letter will take you to your father, Lucius, if you just trust it to take you somewhere safe. All you need to do is believe. No worries, if his memories have been altered, they shall be rectified when you show up.
By now the charms are gone and your wings are in full span. Believe, my son, and remember we are with you. Please do not begrudge them.
Wishing you all the love and luck,
James and Lily Potter
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With the letter came his original birth certificate.
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Child's Birth Name: Ryider Kiernnan Malfoy-Black
Sex: Male
Adoptive Name: Harry James Potter
Birth Mother(s): ---
Birth Father(s): Lucius Kiernan Malfoy
Siruis Wesley Black
Adoptive Mother(s): Lily Rochelle Evans-Potter
Adoptive Father(s): James Adam Potter
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Holding both papers in his shaking hands, Harry shamelessly let the tears fall for everything he had learned. His life had been a lie. He had been abused for a 'Blood Protection' that had never been existed. Dumbledore had known all along and let it happen. It was time to set his life straight.
Still clutching the parchment, he let his eyes drift closed and wished for a safe place with his only remaining father. In a whirl of movements, Harry - no, Ryider - found himself at the feet of one shocked Lucius Malfoy.