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Chapter 1:

When Harry next opened his eyes, he saw a familiar white ceiling. His only question was how he had ended up in the infirmary at Hogwarts. His last clear memory was seeing his alarm clock turn to midnight, then the intense pain. After that, his memories became rather vague. There were flashes of what seemed to be platinum blond hair, and a strong masculine body. A feeling of intense pleasure and being filled followed.

A flash of the man's face had Harry trying to shoot up into a sitting position. As he did so, he registered that another body was in the same bed as he was. A feeling of dread enclosed Harry as he slowly turned to look at his bedmate. His worst fear was confirmed when he saw the aristocratic features of one Lucius Malfoy. Harry tried to scramble away, falling out of the bed in his haste.

Harry opened his mouth to scream, but before he could get anything out, a nearby door opened. Hoping that whoever it was could tell him what was going on, he looked in the direction the noise had come from. Poppy Pomfrey came bustling into the room, probably having set an alarm for when her patients woke up. Harry opened his mouth to question her, but she cut him off before he could get a word out.

"Mister Potter! What are you doing out of bed! Get back on the bed, while I check you over!"

Scrambling back onto the bed, Harry lay still while Madame Pomfrey ran her wand over him. He had learned quite some time ago that the best way to get done more quickly was just to do what she wanted. While Madame was looking Harry over, he became aware of another pair of eyes on him. Glancing over, he saw that Lucius had woken up as well, and was looking at him with a closed expression on his face. When Harry looked in Lucius' eyes he thought he caught a glimpse of vulnerability. Harry shook his head. Why on earth would he believe Lucius Malfoy was vulnerable?

By this time Madame Pomfrey had finished looking Harry over and had moved on to Lucius. It appeared that Lucius had also learned to just sit and suffer through it as well. Finally Madame Pomfrey was done scanning both of them.

"Everything looks good gentlemen. The Headmaster will be here soon to talk with you about what has happened." With that, she headed back toward her office muttering to herself about something or another.

There was an awkward few moments back on the bed, while Harry tried to think of something to say. While he was thinking on that, he took a few moments to appraise his bedmate. Lucius had the same platinum blond hair as his son. His eyes were a clear gray color. His body was under the covers, but from what Harry could remember, Lucius could put almost any other man to shame. He was nicely muscled without going overboard. He had a slight trailing of hair leading to…. Harry blushed at where his thoughts were going.

Harry had figured out only a few months ago that he preferred males to females. He had kept checking out the guys around school. Hermione had caught him at it more than once before she broached the subject with him. He had stammered at first, trying to deny it. Once she had calmed him down, Hermione had sat him down and had told him about homosexuality in the Wizarding world versus the Muggle world. That talk had helped Harry to deal with it, himself. They had even created potions and spells for homosexual wizards and witches to have children together! Harry turned his mind back to what was currently happening.

Once again he was about to speak only to be cut off by someone entering the room. Professor Dumbledore entered the infirmary with a grave look on his face that was belied by the twinkle in his eye.

"Well, my boys," Lucius rolled his eyes at being called Dumbledore's boy, "it seems that Harry's parents were keeping something rather important from the world. I know this will be rather shocking to you, but Harry, you are a born vampire."

Harry felt his eyes bulge out of his head at that statement. Him, a vampire? As if his life weren't complicated enough!

"Now," continued Dumbledore, "from what we can tell you are a half vampire, meaning one of your parents was likely a full vampire. Now, what this means for you is that, like all others that are at least a quarter vampire, you have a mate. When a vampire comes of age, if their mate is already of age, they lose themselves to their instincts, which tell them who their mate is. A vampire will then immediately go to wherever their mate is."

Harry paled thinking of the implications of what Dumbledore had said. He looked at the Professor with a pleading expression on his face, hoping against hope that he was wrong about the conclusion he had drawn. The returning look on Dumbledore's face was enough to convince him that he was not mistaken.

Dumbledore then turned to Lucius. "Do you wish to tell him of yourself, or should I?"

Lucius looked like he was debating with himself. He gave a resigned sigh, and turned to Harry. "I am one quarter Veela, Mister Potter. When I only got a small part of the Veela abilities, it was assumed that I was too weak to have a mate. Obviously, that was not true. We Veela require the presence of our mate most of the time. As I am only part, I should be all right to be apart from you during the school day. I will, however, need to be near you the rest of the time."

Here Dumbledore cut in. "There are a couple of things that you should know about both vampires and Veelas, Harry. Veelas get extremely jealous and possessive of their mates. You should try to avoid too much contact with anyone else. Vampires require the blood of their mate at least once a week once they have found them. If a vampire does not immediately find their mate, they must feed every night. Now for the most important piece of information, when both vampires and Veelas mate for the first time, there is a very good chance of at least one of the partners getting pregnant. Yes, Mister Potter, this includes males. Vampires and Veelas do not require a potion or spell to get pregnant."

Harry felt the blood drain from his face. He dreaded the next words out of Dumbledore's mouth. "Congratulations, you are both pregnant." Harry passed out.