A/N: I'm in the mood for writing this for some odd reason. Maybe it's actually getting over one hundred reviews for this story already! So here's another chapter just for all you people who reviewed!

Chapter Nine: Why Reading should be done by Hermione and Slytherin Shock.

With Sirius freed, Madam Pomfrey didn't have the heart to keep the man stuck in a school hospital bed. She released everyone telling them to report in the morning for one last batch of chocolate.

Unfortunately for Sirius, the potion he was given in the hospital wing finally kicked in when he went into his rooms to change. Harry and Remus were left to dress him and put him in his bed, even though it was only seven in the evening.

After the morning they had, most of the Slytherins turned in early, or at least that's what Remus told Harry when the Veela sent him out to 'check if the coast is clear.' Pansy, Blaise, Theodore, Draco, Draco's father and Professor Snape were still up. Pansy was probably staking out the entrance to the Gryffindor Rooms for Harry to bombard him with questions.

Starving but not wanting to go through the Spanish Inquisition in the form of Pansy Parkinson, Harry appealed to Remus to distract the Slytherins long enough for Harry to sneak out under his invisibility cloak to the kitchens.

Remus agreed when Harry said he wasn't just going for food but for a quiet place to read his Elemental Veela book.

So eight o'clock found Harry Potter under his cloak, book tucked under one arm wand in his hand, standing at the picture of the fruit bowl that guarded the kitchens of Hogwarts.

The house elfs were, as usual, overly excited to be able to pamper another wizard's needs again, what with the school being closed for the summer, and brought Harry more food than he could eat in a couple of years.

Dobby was there, along with his friend Winky, both looking much better although both still could speak no wrong about their former families. Dobby was devastated when he realized that he had missed Harry's birthday.

"Mister Harry Potter must forgive Dobby! If Dobby had known, Mister Harry Potter would have had a twelve layer chocolate cake, treacle tart-"

"Yes Dobby I know. But I can only eat so much food. Could you please just get me some...tuna salad and strawberries. Covered in chocolate. Just the strawberries, not the tuna."

Dobby ran off to get Harry's food while Harry pondered over his choice. Chocolate covered strawberries and tuna salad? Harry didn't even like tuna! But the more he thought about it, the more his mouth watered for it. Harry had been eating a lot of seafood lately. It was probably an Elemental Veela thing Harry thought as he looked at his book.

It was called Elemental Veela: The Beginning. From what Remus had told him, it had all Harry needed to know about himself in it. The second of the trilogy was like a guide for an Elemental Veela's mate and the last was a first hand account written by an Elemental Veela. Dumbeldore and Remus were trying hard to get all three books for Harry.

Dobby came back with Harry's food and Harry asked to be left alone to read. Dobby's eyes went big, well bigger than they usually were, when he saw the title on the book. If Harry thought the knowledge of Harry's heritage would ward off the clingy house elf, he was sadly mistaken.

"Dobby knews you was special! Dobby knews! When Dobby first saw Mister Harry Potter at his house!" The house elf squeaked while hopping around excitedly. He suddenly stopped and bowed formally, his misshapen nose touching the carpet.

"Dobby, honorable house elf of Hogwarts is humbled to meet you Sir.I speak to you upon the behalf of all house elfs in this castle in declaring our alliance to your victory in this war. "

Harry looked on in shock before something in him made him gracefully bow his head in thanks. This Elemental Veela business was going to turn him into a sugar craving, seafood addicted, stuffy old fusspot! Or as loony as Dumbledore.

"The day I utter the words 'Nitwit Blubber Oddment Tweak' at a Welcoming Feast is the day I impale myself with a blunt rubber spoon." Harry declared before opening his book and reading.

The book started off with the myth or legend behind the creation of Veela. Regular Veela, ones like Fleur Delacour were created by the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite as her matchmakers. Of course, being made by the Goddess of Love, each Veela also had it's own mate to love and cherish. As sometimes happens some Veela were born with special abilities. Aphrodite was pleased with this new discovery and she began to favor her special Veela.

Jealousy sprang up and the larger number of regular Veela banished the elementals from their home on the island of Cyprus. Ares, the God of War, embarrassed that his affair with Aphrodite was discovered, made Aphrodite's regular Veela kill off most of the Elementals before they could leave. Aphrodite, upset that not only were her creations of love and beauty now hateful and ugly but sadden that her Elementals were nearly wiped out, banished all Veela from Cyprus. The normal Veela were cursed with the reminder of their hateful actions by becoming ugly, bird-like creatures in anger

Aphrodite had two Elemental Veela left when The Banishing was over. Iris, a young boy of fourteen and Zara, a girl just reaching her transition age of sixteen. The Goddess could not punish her creations for being what they were born to be, so instead she put them into a deep sleep to wake when it was safer for them, during the time of Merlin. During that time, Aphrodite and her brother and sister Gods were forgotten as magic can to mortals.

When Iris and Zara awoken, They began the search for their mates. Their search got them many new enemies and many new friends. Vampires for one, could not stand the Veela and the jealousy between the two Veela species themselves was still fresh.

Finally Zara found her mate in the form of a young boy named Emrys who was later named Merlinus Ambrosius. Tales of Merlin and Arthur tell of Zara settling in Britain where her descendants have stayed.

'I must be one of her descendants!' thought Harry before reading on. 'Her's and Merlin's! Holy Snap!'

Iris lost contact with Zara after that, going back into his sleep to wait until his mate was born. The last known location of iris was on a English ship traveling to the Americas.

The next few pages were just speculation of who Iris mated with and who his descendants are today. The next chapter told about an Elemental Veela's coming of age.

An Elemental Veela comes of age at sixteen years. It is a week long process, starting on the sunrise of the day exactly seven days before the Veela's birthday, usually called the Transformation Week. For those next seven days any 'tainted' blood is forced out of the Veela, be it vampire, muggle or werewolf. Wizarding Elemental Veela are especially powerful and for some unknown reason, the blood of a witch or wizard will mix with the blood of the Elemental Veela to make a unique individual every time. The witch or wizard is question is now even more 'pure' blooded than any regular pure blooded witch or wizard, as the Veela blood pushes out impurities. For this reason, Elemental Veelas are considered the height of social purity and are very well respected in wizarding communities.

As was established early on, Elemental Veelas are different from the normal ones you see. They have powers that even to this day have not been completely discovered and controlled. The next symptom of an Elemental Veela's Transformation Week is one of the reasons behind the name of Elemental Veela. During the time in which the sun has risen to the time in which it has officially set, the soon-to-be Veela will experience a freezing cold, often called 'The Cool Down'. The ability to control the elements revolves around two major elements themselves. The cold prepares the body for its new powers.

At nigh tine the Veela's temperature takes a sudden turn-about. A fever sets in, slowly building up in intensity until, on the last night it forces out the impure blood. At the same time a powerful magical blast is sent out. This magic searches for the Elemental Veela's mate. If the mate has yet to be born, the Veela will fall into a deep sleep, protected from harm and the power of time. The purifying of blood usually takes long into the daylight hours. If the Veela's mate is alive, a steady cold will persist until they have seen their mate.

Once the Transformation Week is complete, the Elemental Veela will begin his or her Transition Week.

The description fit what Harry had experienced to a tee. The best part had to be that he, Harry was now more pure blooded than any Slytherin in the Common Room. He was officially a pure blood raised a muggle. And apparently still human, seeing as wizard blood and Veela blood could mix.

Next was the Transition Week. What he was going through now. Harry hoped to find any more surprised before he did something he regretted. Although he had yet to read anything about his mate.

After contact had been made with his or her mate, the Elemental Veela they begin their Transition Week. During this week an Elemental Veelas goes form being a beginner without any control to a fully fledged Elemental Veela.

Within the first twenty four hours, the Veela will grown into their mature body. Most men go through growth spurts that range for four inches to almost a whole foot.

As the week progresses, the Veela becomes more graceful, the Veela species being based on feline instinct, and he or she will begin to show more of their true personality. Since an Elemental Veela is distinctly feline they mostly feed on seafood for that entire week and other Veela favorites like strawberries and chocolate. Elemental Veela consume vast amounts of sugar to keep their energy up during this week. It is at the very need of this week that the need for the Veela to find it's mate is the highest.

An Elemental Veela's already heightened senses become more acute, especially their senses of smell and sight. This is to help finding their mate easier. Their mate will give off a sent only attuned to them, different for each individual. To the Elemental Veela, it will be the best sent they have every smelt, better than any perfume or any flower in Blum.

A heighten sense of sight is another way of finding their mate. Elemental Veela are in tune with nature and can 'see' magic. As the Transition Week progresses they become better at distinguishing different magical signatures. Not wand signatures but the person's very magic. An Elemental Veela's mate will have a magical signature that is identical to their own.

At the end of the Transition Week every Elemental Veela to date has found his or her mate.

Harry sighed. So my August seventh Harry would have found his mate. The thought was met with mixed feelings. Harry was had been trying his hardest to not think about having a ...a mate. It was too final. Too decided. He liked the ability to make his own choices, to have his own fee will and if this book was right, by the end of the week he'd be like the dog who'd lost his favorite toy if he didn't find his mate.

This mate, this person is supposed to mean everything to him. After what the Dursleys did to him, could be really love someone like that? So unconditionally, so much? Harry was stupid, although Snape seemed to think he was. He knew that the Durselys said those things, him being a freak and unloved, was their fear speaking. They feared him, but what was worst, made him fear himself. Made him doubt himself and the existence of the kind of love this book talked about.

But on the other hand, Harry now knew there was some other there for him. Someone who would fit him perfectly. In the legend, it said that mates were happy with each other. No one else could make them as happy as they made each other. Harry would never be as happy with someone else as he would be with his mate. Okay so the thought didn't make him want to break out into some cheesy love song by the Weird Sisters or write lame love ballads, but what did he expect? A miracle?

According to Winky it was nine in the evening. Harry asked for so more chocolate covered strawberries and decided to read one more chapter. The next part was on mates and bonding.

As was said in the previous chapters, the most important thing to a Veela is their mate. If a Veela's mate is not born when they come of age, they are sent into a deep sleep to await their birth. So far, an Elemental Veela has never been born after their mate has perished, seeing as a Veela dies shortly after their mate does.

The need of the Veela's mate is simple. Veela's are creatures of love and beauty. They can see connections other mates, such as vampire and werewolf, soul mates and couples with strong a strong emotional bond or feeling. This is what makes them such excellent matchmakers. Without their mate, an Elemental Veela only has a certain extent of control over their powers. On a rampage, an Elemental Veela could wipe out large cities.

Once their mate is found, an Elemental Veela will either be accepted or rejected by their chosen. If accepted, the Veela and it's mate have six months to establish a physical bond, a mental bond and an emotional bond. Almost all Elemental Veela mates accept their partner.

A physical bond, the most simple of the three, can be established by a kiss between mates. If both partners participate a physical bond begins. The next one is a mental bond. This one will only happen if there is trust between both mates. This bond creates a link that tells the other if their mate is in danger. The bonded become empathic toward each other and in some rare cases, slightly phases of telepathy can be done. The final bond, emotional is only completed after the boned have, to simply put it, had sex. After all three bonds have been completed, the mates become bonded for life.

If by chance the Veela is rejected, they become of the mentality that they have somehow failed their mate and are unworthy of their love. The Elemental Veela's health drops swiftly, him or her becoming deathly ill in a matter of hours. If within forty eight hours, if their mate has still rejected them they die of, what many call a broken heart. The same applies for mates who have not bonded completely within the six months. The elemental Veela takes this as a sign that their mate did not want them in the first place and would be happier without them.

Harry had stopped eating at the part where it said he'd have to have sex with his mate. Sex. That was a swear word in the secret mind of Harry James Potter. Worse than dancing, dating and Madam Puddifoot's. This had to be a prank. It was all Sirius. He's the only one Harry knew evil enough to do this kind of thing.

But the last part. Sirius wouldn't make fun of people dying having just done so himself. And especially not to Harry. No this was real. Harry had two choices. Get buggered or kick the can.

Harry quickly got up and left the kitchens. He needed to think. Why couldn't this sort of thing happen to people who want it. Like Lavender Brown? She was the romantic type that liked to go on about fate and destiny. Begone gods of Fate and destiny! Go play house with someone else's life!

"Why's it always 'do this or die'? Kill that scaly evil git Vol-de-dork or die! Boink like bunnies with a complete stranger in six months or less or die! Couldn't be like find your mate or never have another date again! I'm cool with that! But noooooooo! Maybe, just maybe, I'm getting a little sick with this 'Or Die!' crap!"

Portraits were looking at Harry in interest but Harry was too caught up in 'Pity Harry World, population: one!' to care. How'd his mother do it? She had to go up to a guy she said she hated for the last five years and say 'I'm A Veela, you're my mate, wanna have a go before Charms?' It must have worked because here he stood, product of Lily and James Potter.

Caught up in his mind, his feet took him back to the place he had felt most comfortable in. The Graveyard. The magic coming out and greeting him in a flash woke him form his thoughts.

The door opened for him, recognizing him from earlier today. Harry sighed. He really could use having a fit at some one who wouldn't have a fit right back. His walk down the golden path was quicker this time, it was only a few minutes before he was standing in the place he had been a few hours before.

"I read the book. Well most of it. And I'm thinking i got the short part of this deal. First I fight through Voldemort god knows how many times to actually live until I'm sixteen and now I have to find my mate in a week? I mean, Merlin! Who'd I kill in a past lifetime to get this now? Must have been someone really important! Maybe I pissed off some long forgotten god and now he's getting revenge on me?"

Harry started to pace. He didn't feel those warm feelings he got the last time he was here. Maybe his parents were sleeping or something. Well he was going to wake them up. They got up and got him, they can very well hear him waffle on about this!

"They really have to make up their mind. Either they want me to kill off Voldemort or find my mate and live happily ever after! You can't put this responsibility on my shoulders and then kill me off just after I begin to accept I have to do this! Sirius will have died and come back for nothing! Freeing him will have been the last good thing I have done and I promised myself I was gonna stop Voldemort."

Harry suddenly felt very rebellious.

" Well I'm not going down without a fight! If you want me to have a mate. Alright, fine! I will! But I am not going to like this!"

Harry suddenly felt foolish, standing there waving his arms about and yelling at nothing. If he was going to do this he needed help. He'd usually go to Hermione for this type of thing but Hermione wasn't here. Remus was the next best thing.

Harry cleared his throat. "Right. I'm just going to go. Bye."

It was pretty late, so Harry figured that the Slytherins had given up their mad quest to find out the secrets of Harry Potter and gone to bed. Unfortunately, Harry didn't know the determination of Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy, Theodore, Blaise, Draco, Snape and Malfoy Sr. were still up. Sirius' potion had worn off so him and Remus were sitting in the Slytherin Common Room, obviously waiting for Harry to return.

Pansy's eyes widen at Harry's form coming through the portrait. Her navy blue eyes darted from Harry to the Gryffindor rooms a few times before she looked royally miffed.

"Just how'd you get out there?" she asked, looking just about ready to throw something at Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Magic." Damn! Draco was there. Hang on! Since when has Malfoy been DRACO?

Remus smiled. "I told you he wasn't in there."

Theodore moaned. "I don't care how he got where ever he was. I wish that house elf would hurry up! I'm starving."

Blaise snorted. "When aren't you? You eat more than Weasel King."

Harry, Remus and Sirius had looks of amazement on their faces. "Does he really?" asked Sirius.

Snape scowled. "I really do not care to know about Weasley's eating habits."

Dobby took that time to pop in with food. He gasped when he saw Harry.

"Mister Harry Potter, sir! You're staying here with Mister Draco and Mister Malfoy? You should have told!"

Sirius looked at his godson in amusement.

"It didn't really come up." Harry mumbled, not looking at Draco or Mr. Malfoy. After all it was Harry who had lost the man his house elf. He just had to turn out to be a spy in the end.

Dobby continued.

"Dobby meant what he said in the kitchens Mister Harry Potter! Dobby is just so happy now that Mister Harry Potter knows he's a-"

Harry made a noise that sounded like Crookshanks the time Ron had stepped on him in their third year. Pansy caught onto this like a dog with a bone.

"He's what? Do you know what happened to him?"

Dobby looked unsure who to obey, Pansy or Harry and solved the problem by disappearing with a CRACK!

The look on Pansy's face was comical. She looked like she was caught between frustration, anger and amazement.

As Harry sat down between Sirius and Remus, his gaze urned on Draco Malfoy. Harry figured it was his Elemental Veela heritage that made him appreciate all the beautiful things life had to offer and Draco Malfoy was one of them. Some time at the end of their fourth year he had finally stopped gluing his hair to his head, making it look more like hair instead of a good paint job. It was still white blond, going well with his pale skin that stuck out in the dark dungeons. He had a seeker's body, slender and aerodynamic but not skinny. That great body had some muscle. And oh what a great body it was...

Sweet merciful Merlin! Did he, Harry Potter just think that Draco Malfoy had a great body? Harry had to will himself not to look around for a meteor, because his last thought had to be an apocalyptic sign that Armageddon was on its way.

Or maybe Harry was right and all that blood loss yesterday had permanently damaged his brain. That or being the main target of a murdering wand happy madman had finally gotten to him and this was all just his imagination playing tricks on him while he was stuck in St. Mungo's, sharing a room with Lockhart, insisting to everyone that passed that he was famous too.

At that moment Sirius decided to pop Harry's little Elemental Veela free fantasy bubble, by poking his godson in the ribs. Hard.

"Ow! What the hell was that for!"

Sirius raised his eyebrows.

"I called your name three times but you were too busy goggling Malfoy to notice."

Harry, to his horror, blushed.

"I was not goggling Malfoy, as you so charmingly put it. i just happened to be staring off deep in thought"

"In Malfoy's direction?"

"I didn't know there were designated staring off in thought places down here. Do I need a license to do it now too?"

"Well just what were you thinking so deeply about that you never noticed your name being called?"

The Slytherins seemed to find Harry's and Sirius' conversations fairly interesting.

Harry sighed. "Just wondering how can you tell if you're crazy or not?"

Sirius pffft-ed. "Have you been hearing voices no one else can hear?"

"Not since second year."

"Had any weird dreams you can't understand?"

"Since when have anyone's dreams, mine included been easy to understand?"

"Been overly paranoid lately? Thinking everyone's out to get you?"

"Everyone is out to get me Sirius!"

"Do the voices in your head tell you to kill your friends, set things on fire and two-step naked up Main Street?"

Harry looked at him oddly. "I can honestly say that has never happened to me before."

Sirius smiled and patted Harry's shoulder.

"Well then you are obviously sane."

"Oh." Harry's shoulders slumped.

"You seem disappointed."

"Things would be so much easier if I were crazy."

"That's life. everyone is damningly sane no matter what they say."

"Voldemort's crazy."

"Hey, I didn't say there weren't exceptions."

Snape sighed and rubbed his temples. "Gryffindors alway give me migraines. I think I'm allergic."

Harry sighed also. "Don't worry, Professor. We've all got allergies. I'm not too partial to Dementors."

Sirius made a surprised face. "No way! me too! We could start a club."

Lucius decided to step in with some useful conversation. "A club won't help you when they leave Azkaban, which should be soon."

Everyone became sombre after that.

"All the real guilty Death Eaters would be free after that." said Blaise, "They could just walk out after that."

"It's protected with more than just them soul sucking creatures, Blaise." said Theo rolling his eyes. "People do not just walk out of Azkaban."

Pansy smirked. "Sirius did. One day he was locked up, the next he was on every newspaper across the world."

"Sirius' escape is completely different from a guilty Death Eaters." said Remus. " Sirius was innocent. A dementor makes you relive all your worst memories because the wrongful deed you do are horrible to your soul. His innocence is what saved his soul."

Sirius nodded. "Most people just give up after a few weeks. When I saw Wormtail's picture in the Daily Prophet, I knew I had a chance to redeem myself."

Draco shuddered and Harry felt the urge to hug and and say everything would be okay.

"I"m not fancying meeting Aunt Bella after they've left. She's not going to be too happy with Mother being a spy."

Harry, Remus and Sirius bristled at mentioning Bellatrix LeStrange.

Harry scoffed. "I highly doubt the dementors affect her anyway."

Lucius, who had been sipping what Harry could only guess as wine, tilted his head slightly to the left.

"Why would you say that Mister Potter? Bellatrix is far from innocent. If anything she is the worst the Dark Lord has to offer."

"Oh I'm not saying she's innocent. She's guilty as hell." Harry said, his rage simmering under his control. "I just highly doubt she has a soul."

Blaise nodded. "If there are two words that go together any less, it's 'LeStrange' and 'soul'."

"You do realize," Theodore said with a grin, "That we've all just had a fairly decent conversation here. With all of us being mortal enemies and whatnot."

"Stranger things have happened." said Harry bitterly. "I"m here for a month, Knott. You might want to get used to abnormal occurrences."

"Professor Snape not yelling and trying to bodily throw Sirius from here is what surprised me. " Draco said, smiling at his godfather.

Snape smiled back, although it looked more like a grimace. "Albus made me swear to 'try and get along'. He says there is a fine line between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Says he even has living proof."

Sirius smiled wickedly. "Well I sure hope Harry's alive. I'd be rather disappointed if he turned out to be a ghost."

Snape looked god-smacked. "Are you trying to tell me, Black, that Potter here is Dumbledore's living proof?"

Harry groaned. If this every got out, he'd never life it down. Remus, the logical, calm voice of reason, decided that Harry could deal with the details getting out and followed Sirius' lead. This was the first step in getting Harry to accept who he is.

"The Sorting Hat was rather demanding that Harry spend some time in his rightful House."

"Rightful house?" came Draco's voice, a confused look in his eyes made him look cute to Harry. Cute? That's it. Harry was hopping back aboard the boat of Denial. He was not attracted to Draco Malfoy. He was just tired. Draco continued. "If there is anyone more Gryffindor than Gryffindor himself it's Potter."

Harry gave Sirius a glare that would have made the Killing Curse run before sighing in defeat.

"No getting out of this one." he muttered to himself before explaining. "Well I was given the choice, in my First year, by the Sorting Hat of two houses. Gryffindor and Slytherin. It wanted me in Slytherin. Sadly for the Hat, I had just met an annoyingly biased, snotty little brat that had boasted about his family always being in Slytherin and had just befriended Ron Anything-that-is-not-Gryffindor-should-be-shot Weasley. And being stubborn is a Gryffindor trait. So I chose Gryffindor. It was getting it's revenge this summer."

Snape shook his head before getting up. "A Potter in Slytherin. I need to go lie down."

That was everyone's cue for bed. That was when Pansy suddenly remembered what Harry was there in the first place.

"Argh! I still don't know what's changed about you! How can you keep avoiding my questions!"

But Harry was walking toward his rooms.

"Easy. I have Hermione Granger for a best friend. I'll tell you what, Pansy," Harry turned at the door to the Gryffindor Rooms. "If you can guess right, I'll tell you. Other than that, you're on your own."

Harry waited in their smaller, private common room for Remus and Sirius to shut the door before starting in on them.

"You know I'd've been really, really grateful if one of you thought to mention that if I didn't find my mate I'd die, seeming as you all need me to kill off Mr.Red eyed and Scaly!"

Both men looked sheepishly at their godson.But things with Harry never went as planned.

"Harry, we're going to help you find your mate. They have to be close by or else you'd still be cold wouldn't you?" asked Remus, before sitting down at their small kitchen table and pulling out some parchment.

"Let's make a list of everything you need to know about your mate."

Sirius sighed and sat down. "Join us Harry. When Remus makes a list Sandy Claws gets jealous."

Harry laughed. "It's Santa Claus, not Sandy Claws."

"That's what i said."

Remus ignored Sirius and turned his attention to Harry.

"Do you have any inkling as to who your mate could be?"

At this Harry was silent. He had a feeling that Sirius and Remus had a thing for each other but Harry could be horribly wrong.

"I think...I think it's a guy." He said finally and lowered his eyes.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know you uh, swung that way."

"Are you okay with that?" Harry asked, nervous.

Remus smiled. "I think Sirius and I would be seven kinds of hypocrite if we were against you having a male mate."

Harry smiled, relieved.

Sirius tapped his chin in thought.

"So you must have come into your control already." he asked, startling Harry.

"Yeah, Dumbledore said so. How'd you know?"

Sirius smiled. "Well that Theodore Knott bloke wasn't drooling all over you so much tonight as he did yesterday."

Harry blushed. "He was what?"

Remus kicked Sirius under the table, making him yelp.

"Harry, you give out this allure that makes people attracted to you. Once you gained control, you could turn it on and lower it, depending on your mood. It will heighten by the end of the week, until you make a physical bond with your mate. From then on, you will simply be one very attractive male."

That thought made Harry very uncomfortable.

"The book said that I'd be able to tell who my mate was by sight and smell. Will that happen soon?"

Remus paused in thought. "Probably by the last two days of your Transition Week. So that can wait. There's one thing you have yet to figure out."

That made Harry confused. It sounded like Remus already knew just who his mate was.

"You know, don't you?" he asked, feeling a bit betrayed.

Remus and Sirius exchanged glances.

"Dumbledore has an idea. But it's you who has to find him."

Harry closed his eyes and thought about what he had read.

"The only other thing I can think of is that if my mate wasn't born yet I'd be in a deep sleep." Harry stopped, his eyes widening.

"And that I'd stay cold until I saw my mate. I was freezing until I came here! In the hospital wing!"

Remus nodded.

"That means my mate is a Slytherin!"

Sirius nodded.

"And is one of them kids out there."

A/N: Yes! Harry's getting closer! Sorry if this fic is going slow but it will quicken up when school, for Harry and them, starts up. I Harry actually getting along with the Slytherin because it helps Harry accept who his mate is better. Hope you all like it!

Thanks again for the reviews! I'm honestly a sucker for them!

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