A Mate's Torment
By: Yasmine1 aka KumikoVegeta
Email: M
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended
Summary: Draco has a mission from Voldemort. It is simple Seduce Harry Potter. But he messes up the scent and picks the wrong mate. Now the War is on full Force and People change in this case for the worst. What happens when Draco meets his Real Mate after the Death of his mistake? H/D some DM/PP
VEELA
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Chapter two
\> A Scroll and a trip \>
A week went by of nothing but acting as a servant to Snape. He wanted both me and Wormtail to be out of his hair, as greasy as it was how he would have known if we were was beyond me, and to not make a sound while sharing his home. We were forced to keep the place clean and also serve him to his little heart's content. It was degrading, but it kept my mind off of my mission. It kept me from thinking at least during the day. It was during the night that I remembered each detail and everything that the Dark Lord didn't say. I began to think about the mission itself. A Veela. He wished me to turn into a Veela. Those bird like things that had extreme beauty and made people do crazy things. Why would he want me to be a Veela? What purpose would it serve? I didn't think that Dark Creatures could be or would allow themselves to be controlled. So why would he want me to do such a thing? I don't know how many times I asked myself those questions in a week's time, but when The Dark Lord summoned me a week later I hope you understand how scared I was.
I arrived in The Dark Lord's personal chambers, he as the last time, sat in his high backed chair. His big arse snake at his feet instead of the fireplace and a little chair awaited me to sit down. Bowing at him I sat, his eyes watching my ever step. To say I was nervous was an understatement. To say I was down right scared of messing my pants would be a dead on assumption. He leaned closer to me in his chair; his robes flowed around him on a little breeze that I supposed was a spell of sorts.
"I have found for you the information needed to finish my request of you. You must go to the place that once held the city of Atlantis. There you will find a man named Octus. He is old, maybe pushing 200. He will give you the scroll and directions on how to obtain the Eye." He slowly handed me a bit of parchment it read coordinates to this place where the city used to lie and a bit of information on how to find this Octus fellow.
He leaned back from his close observation of me, his red eyes bore into me from their distance. I suddenly felt as if the world was closing around me. My head felt as if it was getting smaller. It is very hard to describe a feeling close to being violated. I knew at one time my Father told me that he could read minds and see if you were disloyal to him. I saw and felt old memories of things crashing into me. Things I had forgotten or things too embarrassing to remember. And all the while I had no idea what he was looking for. I mean, he could probably tell I was only doing this out of fear for my parents' lives as well as my own. The feeling left me and I relaxed, about as much as one can in his Darkness' presence. He leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his face.
"Draco, you will be prefect for this little mission. This whole time I was think why I would give such an important mission to a child that couldn't even handle a simple assassination." He sneered at me and then hissed towards the big snake that then slithered away. I realized suddenly that I prefer listening to Potter speak that language. Yes I know how queer a thought. Here I am about to be turned into some crazy bird, literally and I'm thinking about whom I like to listen to while they speak a dark language.
"At first I was going to bring you here to kill you, but looking through your memories I know that this mission will be just the thing for you. Draco tell me what do you know about cursed scars?" He stood from his chair and began to walk towards a Mantel that I hadn't noticed upon walking into the room now or two weeks ago. And on closer observation, I could clearly see the dust from here. God doesn't The All Mighty clean?
'Why am I thinking about a damn Mantel and Potter talking in Parseltongue? Wait a minute, he asked a questions, just say I don't know!'
"I don't know My Lord." He looked at me and turned towards the mantel, which I now noticed held a mirror on it. He stared at it for a while, and I stared at him.
"A cursed scar is a cord that combines two or more people or things. It allows the people or things the ability to do anything. Take magic from the other, love the other some times read their minds. I have a cursed scar, but it is only visible in my mind." He frowned a bit and touched his head, his eyes were unfocused.
"They told me that I would be nothing. That I wouldn't achieve anything in my life because of the way my mind worked. Draco, all the time that passed, all the moments lost in my own thoughts. But instead of changing myself to fit their idea of the world; I thought to make one that fit my way of thinking. Create a World where others that thought like me, that Power was the beginning and ending of Life, would be supreme. And I have worked so long for that mission. So many have gotten into my way, and I must defeat every obstacle. Or die in my own mind." He looked at me; I thought for a second I saw his red eyes turn to a dark color so deep it looked black. He stared at me more and then turned back to his face.
"But even my mind is not my own. Even now I share it with him. Always hearing his thoughts floating in my mind, like an unwanted bind. Draco I found a long time ago a passage about binds. It mentioned that a cursed scar could be destroyed with one or both parties finding a new partner to bind to. That is where you come in. Do this for me Draco and I shall free your Father and never question your family's loyalty. Do this for me and I shall protect you and name you my heir, to help rule under me, as my right hand man. You shall be praised, not because you are a Malfoy, but because you are Draco Malfoy, Veela and head of The Dark Lord's army. You'll no longer be a child to me but an equal, no matter what your Father has said to you, you will be worthy of my attention and I shall lavish you with your dreams on a silver platter."
And there was that feeling of being violated, only this time it was soft and asking permission to enter. Its soft caresses spoke to me, promising me power and glory. Promising me a place on the side of Darkness that would forever be mine, even after I die no one would ever prove themselves as much as I. It spoke to me. Later in life I would wonder why I made that choice, how my life would have differed if I had not listened. Maybe my Mate's anger would not affect me, or maybe I could live to see the light of day and not pray to any and every deity that I suffocate before I wake. For death is better than the life I lead. But I can not take back the choice, and so I answered.
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I don't really know how he did it, nor do I care. I am in a desert. Like a large plain with nothing to look at but sand and an occasional cactus. I am scared, because one second I am in a Manor with the Dark Lord and the next I'm here.
"Shit! He is going to be pissed that I apparated away while he was talking to me. And what the hell was with that stuff about cursed scar?"
"Ah, you must be Draco, I am Octus. I was hoping he would send you straight to me. We have so much to do and not enough time to do it. Come with me." I nearly jumped out of my skin when he talked to me. I took a good look at him; his hair was a dark brown to match his eyes which were light blue. He looked nothing like 200 years old; he looked more like he was in his 40's early 50's. His teeth we yellow and some were missing. He smelled like old socks. I'm pretty sure his left hand doesn't move and I think he is limping. Over all he is a man that I would waste my breath on. But The Dark Lord told me to go with him.
'Oh My God, I'm going to be killed by some old fart that smells like socks.'
"Keep up on the insulting and find out why I look 40 early 50's as you so nicely put it." He sneered as he hobbled along in front of me, turning a bit to look at me. "Anyway, you don't have anything to talk about; you look like a rat faced dog! Now move your ass! I don't have all day."
'Well ok then, I guess he can hear my thoughts, either that or I'm really bad at keeping my expressions clear.' I followed him, my shoes kicking up small clouds of sand, which drifted, as it always does, right into my nose. So I sneezed. Octus turned to me with a look of amusement all across his face.
"What the hell? Are you a girl or a small rodent transfigured into a human? That was the worst sneeze I have ever heard come from a man, well boy." He laughed loud and turned from me, I sneered at him. My sneeze was very manly.
"No it really isn't."
'Ok so he can read my thoughts…. Then you smell! Have that then.'
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I don't know how long we walked, when a little cottage appeared, Octus brushed of his robes and made his way inside, following him I looked onto a place worst than Snape's home. The whole house smelled like rotted cabbage. The rug was a bit soggy and the walls were peeling away. Cringing and hoping I don't touch anything that may have bacteria or something I inched into the home. Octus disappeared around the corner only to appear with a scroll in his hand.
"This, you spoiled cretin, is the scroll on where to find The Ivory Eye. Apparently you have to want it badly and the stone will come to you. I never had a need for it so it never showed itself to me. But I figure you will be able to find it." I grabbed the scroll from him and looked at it. It seemed very simple.
For those that seek the eye, close you eyes and you will be brought to it. Through your heart shall you find what you seek?
"I guess this is it ole Octus, can't say that I enjoyed our silent walk through the desert. You have a nice life you hear."
"You will not find what you are looking for in that stone. You do this for selfish reasons and the Eye will know. You will suffer for your wish trust me. And you will regret this decision for the rest of your days. If I was you kid I'd run away, Voldemort can't find you if you hide."
"You don't understand, he has my family and will kill them. If I have to be a Dark Creature for the rest of my life, so that my family can live, then I gladly take that risk." Just as I closed my eyes and thought of the stone I heard his whispered response.
"You risk more than your life, you risk Fate."
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It is so dark and cold. I can't see any further than my nose and I'm sure that if I listen hard enough I can hear roaring, fighting, snarling in the outskirts of the darkness. I was so focused on trying to heighten my sense so that I could maybe know if something was about to pounce when he arrived.
"Hello Draco, I had hoped you would join me one day. I had heard you were looking for the stone."
"Potter? What in the hell are you doing here? I thought you were with the Weaselette or some other equally poor group of people. I'm here for an important mission. Get out of my way!" His eyes weren't green but black. I mean there was nothing in them no eyeball at all. It wasn't really scary, more like a bit disturbing. I'm pretty sure I'll be thinking about that tonight when I go to sleep.
"Draco, I'm not Harry Potter, only an image of him. When you come to call on the services of the Ivory Eye, I come to you in the form of your mate. Not all Creatures have Mates mind you, so I come in the form of your Soul mate. In this case I am your Soul mate for you can choose your own mate." He wore clothes that I am sure of. But they aren't in any shape or color that I can describe. He looks very plain and very distant. He seems to shift in between shadows a lot and the noise of the animals rise and fall around him.
"My Soul mate is Harry Potter? I find that hard to believe. What are you playing at?" He moved closer to me as did the sounds of animals in the distance. I was just a wee bit scared at that time. And what is he talking about?
"Not playing at anything, now calm yourself. I can see in your heart why you are doing this, are you sure you want something so permanent? You will be a Veela for the rest of your days. Living and breathing for your mate and no other?"
"Will my mate be Potter?"
"Maybe, as I said you get to choose whom you mate to. We shall call them your primary mate, but realize that should your mate ever die, you will be sent to your Soul mate and that will be it. You are the only species that I interacted with that can do this."
"Well good, I'd hate to be with Potter for the rest of my days. That would be sick."
"Please do not downplay your connection to Harry Potter. Your souls are combined for all eternity. You will be with him one day no matter what you hope for. And I fear that you shall not like what becomes your life."
"Oh Saint Potter would do anything for a love that last forever. He is just big headed like that. I bet him and his dork friends would swoon over it. But why does the Dark Lord wish me to change?"
"That, I can not answer for you. I do not know the future of other people, only a potential Creature and his mate. This is the extent of my knowledge and even then I can not reveal what will come, only guide in a new direction. Draco I warn you, and this is the final time I shall warn you, choose carefully. Do you wish to remain Human or do you wish to become a Veela?" He looked at me, and I thought I could see things in his eyes. Feel pain surrounding me. I once again made a mistake that I wish I could change.
"Change me into a Veela." I saw him frown at me before he placed both hands on my face and kissed my forehead and both cheeks.
"A Person is not what they seem. You must find the real one. Through caverns of darkness, in worlds of light you will find the soul so tarnished. You must protect to live. You must save to be happy. You must kill to be free. I wish you all the courage in the World Draco Malfoy. When you awake you shall be a Human no more."
He started to drift back into the darkness and the noise with him disappeared. He blended in so nicely with the dark shades and shadows. I felt no change, only a great pressure falling on me. I could feel alertness coming into my senses and knew I would awake soon. As I waited I thought of what he said to me and realized that too was a warning. What had I gotten myself into? I'd wonder that for the rest of my days.
I awoke to find my body the same. Only now I saw the World for what it was, utter crap.
TBC