Summary: Harry Potter is not human. Draco's Veela is starting to come through. When Harry is being raped at home. When he comes into his birthright. What will happen when Draco wants to help after Harry's friends turn on him?
A.N: Another story from me. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. All Characters, situations, and the like belong to J.K. Rowling.
Warning: This story contains: Rape, Slash, Lemons, Sex. You have been warned.
On with the show...
Harry bought some black, emerald, and silver ink as well as a new quill made from an Eagle Owl's feather. Draco bought some deep blue and black ink as well as more parchment. Once all was paid for they headed back to the Leaky Cauldron.
Upon entering Harry stopped dead in his tracks, forcing Draco to stop as well. The Weasly family, Ron, Fred, George, Charlie, Ginny, Molly, and Arthur. Harry stood frozen for a moment then started for the stairs, silently praying that no one noticed him and Draco as they slid past.
No such luck. Hermione came out of the bathroom right as Harry and Draco passed. She paused for a moment before smiling at Harry, not seeming to notice Draco.
" Harry !" She cried happily, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tight. Harry winced as her hands scraped over his still healing wounds.
She released him after a moment, since he wasn't hugging her back. " What's wrong?" She asked looking into his shielded eyes, trying to decipher the emotions that were flitting across the emerald and black orbs of her friend.
" Nothing Hermione. Just wasn't expecting to see you here." Harry answered waving his hand in the air, as if to say the Leaky Cauldron.
Draco shifted his weight slightly causing Hermione to look in his direction. " Malfoy." She spat. " What are you doing here?" She asked, then her eyes flicked between the two teens and she narrowed her eyes. " What have you done to Harry? Get away from him this instant." She nearly shrieked, pulling at Harry's sleeve, trying to get the raven haired teen away from the blonde.
Harry hissed in pain as her hand brushed against a rather deep wound on his back as she tried to usher him away. Draco stiffened and slapped Hermione's hand away. Her chocolate eyes went wide as Draco looked worriedly at Harry.
" I'm fine Drac. I'm going back to our room. See you later Hermione." Harry whispered as he moved away quickly, slipping up the stairs and out of sight. Draco glared at Hermione and went after Harry.
The bushy haired girl stood, slightly stunned for a moment. She then went back to Ron and his family. Pulling her red haired friend aside she told him what had happened and how odd Harry was acting.
Ron looked worriedly at the stairs then nodded to Hermione when she suggested they go and see if Harry was okay.
Harry sat on the bed, shivering slightly as he felt a trickle of blood slid between his shoulder blades. Draco entered a moment later and went right into the bathroom. After putting some alcohol on a cloth he came back out.
Harry removed his shirt and lay, face down on the bed giving a quiet gasp of pain as Draco cleaned the reopened wound again. " The potions will kick in soon. These should all be closed by the time you go to sleep to night. Do you want me to re-bandage it?"
" No, just cleaning it should be fine." Harry whispered as he felt the cloth dab at some of the other cuts that had opened during the day.
There was a loud knock on the door and Draco placed the cloth on the night stand then stood up and went to the door. Harry rolled on to his side, hiding his back from view. Draco opened the door and gave a soft curse of annoyance.
Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger stood in the doorway, mouths agape and eyes wide. Ron, amazingly, was the first to recover. " What the Hell is going on here?" He asked, his voice painfully loud.
" Well, this is a first. The Weasel finding his tongue before the Mudblood. What next?" Draco asked sarcastically.
Harry sighed and got up moving easily over to Draco's side. " Go sit down Drac." Harry instructed giving the blonde a warning look when he opened his mouth to argue. Huffing in annoyance Draco went and sat down on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the pillow sham.
" What can I do for you?" Harry asked trying to stay calm. His back was on fire and he could feel the blood run down his spine, causing him to shiver.
" What in bloody Hell is going on? Why are you and Malfoy in the same room? Where's your shirt?" Ron fired question after question at the shaking teen in front of him. Neither of his old friends seemed to notice that he was about to pass out, but Draco did.
Coming up behind him Draco wrapped gentle arms around his waist and pulled him farther into their room. " You, go and lay down." Draco ordered as Harry winced slightly at the movement.
Harry obeyed and laid down on the bed, on his side to hide his back. But the damage was done, Ron and Hermione had both seen the twenty or so belt marks on Harry's tan skin.
Draco went back to the door and tried to close it. Ron was having none of this and pushed his way in, shoving Draco aside as he stormed into the room. " What the fuck happened to you mate?" Ron asked his voice still much to loud for Harry's liking.
" Nothing." Harry muttered as he closed his eyes, wishing they would go away. Hermione went around the side of the bed and examined his back.
" You were whipped." She murmured, voice sad. " Why did you go to Malfoy, why not come to us?" She asked quietly, trying to understand the situation.
" Okay, that's enough questioning for one day. Now, you two, out." Draco ordered, trying not to raise his voice, knowing that for some reason it was bothering Harry's ears.
" I don't think so Malfoy. We're not leaving our friend, alone with you." Ron said in a sickened voice.
Draco scowled at him and stepped closer to Harry, ignoring the other two. " You okay?" Draco asked quietly, brushing a few sweaty strands of raven hair out of Harry's eyes.
Harry shook his head. " No." He whispered, nudging Draco's hand with his forehead. " Ron, Hermione. Please leave." It wasn't a question, more like a softly spoken demand.
His two so called friends looked completely taken aback. " Harry, we're not going to leave you with this slimy git." Ron growled out, grabbing Draco's shoulder and pushing him to the floor.
Harry's eyes snapped open as he heard the blonde hit the floor with a soft thud. Harry sat up quickly, magic bubbling to the surface as well as his anger. Draco noticed this and quickly got up, moving hesitantly into Harry's line of sight, letting the brunette see that he was alright.
But Harry was long gone, his eyes darkened to nearly black with anger. Draco moved forward quickly, dodging Ron's arm as he tried to stop him. Pulling Harry up he rushed him into the bathroom. Closing the door behind them, he locked the door as Ron tried to open it.
" Harry you need to calm down. Look at me. Look at me !" Draco commanded, taking Harry's chin in his hand. Harry looked up into his silver eyes and shivered at the scared look in his friends penetrating gaze.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to rein in his magic. It wasn't working, he looked up at Draco, fear flooding his own eyes. " Draco, leave." Harry whispered as he pulled away, shrinking back.
Draco moved closer, kneeling in front of Harry. " I'm not going to leave you. Just concentrate, I'll help." Draco murmured reassuringly.
Harry nodded as he pulled farther into his mind, blocking out everything except Draco. Thinking about the blonde caused relief and calm to flood his mind. Draco's hands rested lightly on his shoulders, making sure that Harry didn't lose himself completely.
As calm took over Harry pushed his magic back, putting it where it belonged. Which was at the back of his conscious, hidden away. Nearly ten minutes later Harry had gained complete control over himself again. Giving a sigh of relief Harry sank into Draco's waiting arms.
The blonde held him gently, smiling at the fact that all the wounds were closed, scars took their places upon Harry's skin. " Better now?" Draco asked lightly as he rubbed a hand up and down Harry's tense back. Harry snuggled against Draco's chest as he crawled into the blondes lap.
Draco continued to rub his back as Harry sat, nestled in his lap, trying not to fall asleep. " You can sleep now. Just rest." Draco whispered as he stood up carefully, cradling the other boy in his arms.
Harry hummed in content as Draco moved over to the door. Unlocking and opening the door he stepped out into the bedroom/sitting room and went over to the bed.
Ron and Hermione watched him as he lay Harry down on the soft mattress, then covered him up. " You two need to leave now." Draco whispered viciously as he opened the door, motioning out to the hall. Ron glared at him, but Hermione dragged him to his feet and out of the room with a slight nod to Draco.
Once they were gone Draco closed and locked the door, then went back over to the bed. Harry was peacefully asleep, burrowed down into the mattress and sheets. Draco gave his own sigh of tiredness and lay down next to Harry.
To the blondes utter surprise Harry rolled over and curled up against him, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. Draco smiled at the sound of a content sigh from Harry and wrapped an arm around his waist.
They soon fell asleep in this position, not waking until a soft knock on the door. Draco opened sleep heavy eyes and glared at the wood. Sliding out from underneath Harry, he went to the door. Opening the dark wooded door he came face to face with Arthur Weasley, flanked by Fred and George.
Draco raised and eyebrow and waited for them to state why they were bothering him. " Mr. Malfoy, it has come to my attention that you are sharing this room with Harry Potter. This I cannot allow, therefore you will gather your things and come with me to a new room." Mr. Weasley said, voice quiet.
Draco looked at him, stunned for a moment. " I don't think so, Sir. I will not leave Harry alone." Draco said coldly as he stepped back into their room.
George pushed the door open, causing it to hit the wall. Which in turn caused Harry to sit bolt up right in bed narrowing his eyes at the light. Draco walked over to the confused looking teen and handed him his glasses. Harry smiled gratefully at him before turning his attention back to the door.
" To what do I owe to this lovely interruption to my sleep?" Harry asked darkly as he narrowed his eyes at the Weasley's.
" We have simply come to move Mr. Malfoy to his own room." Arthur answered calmly, seeming to not notice the glare he was getting from both boys.
" That won't be necessary, but thank you." Harry said simply. Arthur sighed and steeped farther into the darkened room.
" You have no say in this, either of you. It is for your protection Harry. We cannot have the son of a Death Eater sharing a room with you." His own voice was cold and clipped as he motioned for Fred and George to get Draco.
The blonde in question took a step back, closer to Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived was just a little annoyed. Throwing the blankets off, Harry stood up and moved so that he stood right next to the Prince of Slytherin, who looked slightly frightened, at least in Harry's eyes.
" Get out." Harry whispered in a deadly calm voice that left no room for argument. Yet Arthur tried to get the last word in.
" Harry, you aren't safe. It is my job to keep you safe. Now move aside, so that we may escort Mr. Malfoy out." His voice was harder, as he himself moved closer to the two teens.
" I said. Get. Out. Now." Harry growled out through clenched teeth as he moved in front of Draco, taking up a protective stance.
Arthur sighed and drew his wand. Harry's eyes didn't even flicker to the length of wood. " Don't make me move you Harry. I don't want to have to hurt you."
Harry didn't move an inch as Arthur raised his wand, pointing the tip at Harry's chest. Draco could feel the power emitting from the teen in front of him and knew that any spell Arthur threw at him wouldn't work worth a shit.
Arthur murmured a simple spell and watched as the spell hit Harry dead in the chest, then, to his horror, came back at him to fast for him to dodge. Arthur Weasley fell to the floor in a full body bind, looking up at Harry with shock in his blue eyes.
" Get him out of my sight." Harry hissed to the twins. They rushed to drag their father out of the seemingly darker bedroom.
Harry sank to the floor as the weight of what he had just done hit him. Draco quickly shut and locked the door again and came back to Harry's side. Wrapping a protective arm around Harry's waist, Draco pulled him back to the bed and laid them both down on it.
Harry, like before, curled up against him, burying his head in the crook of Draco's neck. Harry sighed deeply as Draco's scent washed over him: Vanilla, Lavander, Chamomile, and Lemon Grass. Making for a very odd, yet even more relaxing scent.
Draco stroked his back as Harry lay in his arms, shivering slightly from exhaustion. " We need to be more careful when answering that door." Draco whispered good-natured-ly.
Harry smiled against Draco's throat as he took in deep calming breaths, soothing his frayed nerves. " I feel weird, like I can't breathe right." Harry whispered as his chest constricted.
Draco pulled away and looked down at the shivering teen. Harry was pale, an unnatural pale. Draco pressed the palm of his hand to Harry's forehead and winced at the heat. " Take nice deep breaths, I'll go get Tom." Draco whispered as he reached back to remove the blankets from around his waist.
" No." Harry croaked, holding Draco's wrist tightly in his hand. " Don't leave me." Harry begged quietly, pulling Draco closer, so that they were chest to chest. " Please don't leave me." Harry continued in a soft voice as he nuzzled Draco's throat lightly.
Draco lay on his side, pulling Harry against him so that the other teen could keep his head in the crook of Draco's neck. Stroking the sweat soaked locks from Harry's burning forehead he tried to think of what could be wrong with him.
Harry whimpered in pain as he arched his back, it was on fire. The muscles and even the bones felt like they were going to burn away. Draco held him tight, making sure that the raven locked teen could still arch his back if the pain became to much.
" Dra...Draco. It hurts." Harry whimpered as he clutched the front of Draco's shirt. " Make it stop...Please." Harry begged quietly.
Draco continued to stroke his hair not knowing what was going on. Something clicked, Draco remembered reading about a creature that went through their shift on their sixteenth birthday at midnight. And midnight was only five minutes away.
" Harry. Harry, let me get up. I'm just going to get the magical creatures book." Draco whispered as he tried to slid out of the bed. Harry slowly released him and Draco rushed over to the table where the book had been moved.
Turning on the light, he slid back into bed. Harry curled around him quickly, resting his sweaty head on Draco's chest as he shivered violently. Harry whimpered again as Draco ran his hand over his back.
" Just as I thought." Draco whispered as something moved beneath the surface of Harry's skin. " Just take nice deep breaths, try to stay calm." Draco whispered as he opened the large book.
Looking in the index Draco then flipped to the page he needed. Hybrid Siren was written across the top of the page in large letters. Draco searched through the text until he found what he was looking for.
A Hybrid male Siren goes through his shift on the night of his sixteenth birthday at exactly twelve, midnight. Large amounts of pain will course through his body until twelve thirty. The shift is a dramatic one. Many Hybrid male Sirens are small in their human form, but after their shift they reach heights of six foot and over.
On the night of their shift their skin coloring changes, becoming a more dramatic tone then that which they were born with. Tan or olive become bronze while white becomes ethereal in its paleness. They also grow their wings. They only way to tell that a Hybrid male Siren is coming into his inheritance is if you can feel the out line of their wings beneath the skin five minutes before their shift.
The pain in their backs may make them irritable for some time after their shift. Most Hybrid male Sirens are gentle and kind after their shift, known to be submissive in traits. There are the rare occurrences when you get a dominate male, but it does not happen often.
When a dominate male Hybrid Siren is born they will mate with a different species. Veela are usually the first choice, but have also been know to mate with Vampires, Elves, Witches, and the occasional Werewolf.
Many of the male Sirens are not completely Siren. Many are half bloods. To get a half blood the male Hybrid would have to mate with a female of the other species listed above, male Sirens can not become pregnant even if they are half-breeds.
The most common combination of species is Hybrid Siren and Veela, as well as Hybrid Siren and Vampire. For more information read the book Hybrid Male Sirens and the traits of their mates.