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: I just want you all to know that this will NOT be M-preg, no matter how much you may like that, I refuse to write it. Sorry...
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...
Draco looked from the book to the shifting Harry. The boy had gone through his shift while Draco read, not making a sound as pain rushed through his veins. The creature laying mostly on top of him was breath taking.
Bronze skin shimmered in the light as damp, emerald and silver, feathered wings lay limply over the bed. His features were more defined, more elegant. He looked to be an aristocrat, instead of the slightly common boy of before. Harry's eyelids fluttered open revealing emerald eyes with flecks of black and silver in them.
Harry looked up at him and smiled weakly. " Is it over?" He asked voice deeper then usual and slightly husky.
" Yeah, its over. But you might want to go look in the mirror. You look a whole Hell of a lot different." Draco murmured, voice filled with mild awe at the change.
Harry slowly got up and examined his wings. The body of the feathers were emerald green while the tips were bright silver. Harry then looked down at his well sculptured chest and chiseled ab's. Draco stood up next to him and watched as Harry moved slowly around the room, seeming to glide.
Harry went into the bathroom and looked at his face. High cheekbones and almond shaped eyes shimmered back at him. The bronze coloring of his skin was glowing slightly, as if lit from the inside. His eyes were a mixture of colors, the main part was emerald green, while there were flecks of silver and black in them. His pupils were deep blue, close to black but not close enough to actually be called black.
Draco came in and watched him as Harry touched his face and ran his fingers through his now short black and blue hair. His hair was short chopped, spiked, with the tips deep navy blue. Draco could tell by the look on Harry's face that it was soft and silky, just like it looked.
Harry looked back at Draco, through the mirror and they both realized that he wasn't wearing his glasses. Harry's hands flew to his eyes and he felt the skin around the bright ovals, trying to find the glasses that should have been there.
" My. My glasses. What the Hell am I?" Harry asked as he turned and looked Draco in the eye. " What the fuck am I? What happened?" Harry asked as he moved closer to Draco not understanding what the Hell was going on.
" You, Harry are a male Hybrid Siren. And you've got something else in you, but I'm not sure what it is. I'll have to watch you and see what else you are, but don't worry everything will work out better this way." Draco added at the scared look that filled Harry's eyes, threatening to take over. " Come here, you. Lets get back in bed and I'll explain. You look like your about to pass out from shock." Draco added as Harry looked at him in surprise.
Harry nodded and walked back over to the bed. Falling face first onto the pillows, heaving a sigh as he did so. Draco lay down next to him, rolling the raven haired teen on to his side so that he could see his face.
Harry opened his eyes again and looked at Draco, questions swimming in his placid stare. Draco gave him a small smile and lay on his back, giving Harry a place to lay on his chest if he wanted to.
Harry crawled closer and snuggled against Draco, heaving another sigh as he breathed in the now familiar and yet stronger scent. " You are a mix between something and a Siren. You, as an H.S. have enhanced hearing, sight, smell, taste, and touch. You'll be sensitive for a day or two while your body gets used to being more powerful.
" You can also fly, as you probably already guessed. You won't get any taller, which by the way, we need to go get you some new clothes. As well, you can not retracted your wings, they are there permanently, no spells can hide them. I don't know everything about Sirens, but I do know that the females were ment to lure men to their deaths. The males were usually submissive, but your not. You are a dominate which means that you are half something else. What, I don't know." Draco paused, making sure that Harry understood so far.
" The only way to get a dominate male H.S. is if their parents were different creatures. In your case your father was the Siren and your mother was something else. We're going to have to look up your family history and find out what you are before we go back to school.
" Well I guess I could ask you a few questions, to see if we can narrow it down tonight. Okay, do you crave anything, anything that isn't food?" Draco asked looking down at the slightly shivering creature in his arms.
" Yes." Harry whispered. Draco looked more closely at Harry's mouth and gave a soft sigh of defeat.
" You've got Vampire blood in you. Come here. We don't have time to take you some where to feed, so it will have to be me." Draco intoned as he pulled Harry farther up his body.
Harry froze as his eyes landed on Draco's throat. " Draco...What's happening?" Harry asked quietly, not really needing an answer as he pressed his body closer to Draco's, placing his lips on the pulse point of the pale throat before him.
Draco shivered as he wrapped an arm around Harry's waist, holding him close. Harry licked the pulse point lightly and gave a small shiver of delight. " You taste good." Harry hummed huskily.
Draco gasped as Harry's fangs pierced the skin, it didn't hurt, simply an odd feeling. Draco was lost for a moment as Harry began to draw his blood. His mind was everywhere at once, trying to understand what was going on. He was still in control of his body, but he knew that as Harry got older his mind would get stronger therefore taking control of the mind of the prey.
Closing his eyes he let the warm feeling wash through him. 'One has never experienced pleasure, if one has never had his blood drawn by a Vampire.' Draco thought, as he tried to move Harry closer.
After about five more minutes Harry pulled back, licking the bite mark. The two small holes closed leaving two little pink marks on his pale throat. Harry looked into Draco's slightly dazed eyes and smiled down at him.
Harry shifted his body downward, so that his head rested on Draco's shoulder. The blonde stroked Harry's short, silky hair listening to the hum of pleasure emitting from the Siren.
" We should get some sleep, tomorrow's going to be busy. I get to take you shopping. Finally, I've been wanting to get you a new wardrobe for quiet awhile." Draco said happily as he closed his eyes.
" Kay." Harry answered sleepily, as he nuzzled against Draco's neck. " But I'm getting a tattoo as well." Harry added as a after thought.
Draco just nodded, already half asleep. Both fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms, Harry's wings spread out on either side of them.