THIS IS NOT SMUT. If you're looking for that, goodbye! This is also not Drarry. Relationships may come later, but then again, I haven't quite decided to write a second chapter yet, so we'll cross that bridge when it comes.
Biggest changes from cannon: Lily (Evans) was a descendent of the Smoulder House (an ancient wizard house based in Ireland), one that died out due to all heirs producing squibs, and strict family laws-no squibs nor women can be head of house. The Smoulder House tried a great many things, even marrying Veela to find an heir in the next generation before they died out. The basilisk venom, after working its way through the horcrux, triggers Harry's pent up Smoulder House Magic to do something, and it makes him a Veela. The first male one at that! Greater Good Dumbledore. The staff are immune to allure because they take an -expensive- allure immunity potion. Dumbledore, Ron (and other choice Weasleys), and Hermione are bashed to the moon and back!
I don't own Harry Potter, Warner Bros, scholastic, nor the bush by your house. I won't even claim that the plot is specifically mine, it has probably been influenced by other fanfics that I've read. I try to be original in everything I do in life though. I haven't found a "Harry is a Veela" fic that doesn't include rated scenes, so I goanna try my take on one. This would also fit under the trope of "Basilisk f's everything up for Harry"
This is also my second fanfic, so all feedback is welcome. If you want to yell at me in all caps that I'm a horrible human being, then I'm here for it. If you want to suggest some stuff to be put into future chapters, then I'll consider it. I have yet to have anybody comment on any of my fanfics, so be the first to do so!
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(Chapt. 17 of book 2, before Fawkes heals Harry in Cannon is where we are starting)
The pain was horrible. It felt like it would never end. Harry had been convulsing on the floor of the chamber for a whole minute now and was still going at it. The pain felt like a fire was underneath Harry's skin. Burning away at all it could reach and climbing higher and higher up his arm. When the pain hit his scar, however, the pain vanished for a second. It then came back tenfold but solely in the vicinity of the scar. Harry's scar burst open, and a black ooze flowed out and onto the floor of the chamber where it sat sizzling and slowly evaporated. Harry didn't notice this though, as he was writhing in pain. His head felt like it was inside an inferno and was being split into two halves.
Ginny woke up to hearing Harry's screams. After being possessed and having no recollection of what had happened for the past 20 hours, that is not something you want to hear. She ran from the screams of pain as fast as she could. When Ginny saw the phoenix, she took it as the omen that it was, phoenixes are creatures of light and safety. She ran to the phoenix, and overcome with shock, curled into a ball in front of it. Fawkes jumped on top of Ginny and fire-transported them to Dumbledore's office.
"Hello there, young Ginerva. How do you do?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling like never before. Ginny just sat there and cried.
"Ginerva, I can't help you with whatever causes you strife, if you don't tell me what's wrong. As far as everybody else knows, you're currently residing in the chamber of secrets. Could you show me the entrance to it?" Dumbledore asked in the same calm tone.
"Moaning Myrtle's bathroom." Was all Dumbledore got from Ginny before she ran to the bathroom to cry in solitary. Dumbledore looked at Fawkes, and they flame-transported to the bathroom in question. Dumbledore traveled down the slide with a slow-falling charm, and saw Harry Potter, naked as the day he was born, lying unconscious on the floor of the chamber. He took in the extensive rune and ward work on the walls and promised himself that he'd come back later to study them in earnest. His priority right now was to find the culprit and apprehend them and then get Harry some clothes.
"Vita Revelare" Dumbledore intoned, looking around the room. Sadly, the only multi-celled organism in the room sans himself, was young Harry. He noticed a diary on the ground with a fang sticking out of it, probably from the basilisk that was lying dead at the end of the chamber. Dumbledore summoned Fawkes and grabbed Harry.
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Harry woke up feeling awfully groggy. His whole body was aching as a matter of fact, yet he felt freer than ever before. It was as if he'd always had a 50 lbs backpack strapped to his chest, and now it was gone. He licked his lips and noticed how dry his mouth was. He wondered where his friends were. Probably not allowed into the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey being as strict as she was. He tried calling out to ask for some water, but instead learned that he'd lost his voice. Most likely due to screaming when the basilisk venom was coursing through his veins. Didn't Voldemort say something about how it was going to kill him? Guess he's now the boy-who-lived-twice.
Harry did notice, however, that he'd grown a good six inches since what he thought was last night, and was rather strapping, sporting quite the nice physique for an eleven-year-old. Heck, he was taller than most of the second years and a few of the third years, now! Dudley wouldn't dare pick a fight with him now. Harry didn't know where the increase in muscles and height came from, but he sure wasn't complaining.
He saw the doors open, followed by Dumbledore strolling through towards Harry. Madam Pomfrey came over from her side entrance to the infirmary and they sat down on a neighboring cot.
"I bet you have a lot of questions, but I have a few things of my own to tell you first, Harry." Dumbledore told Harry, twinkle on full blast.
"Not before I've had my say, Albus. I believe what I've found out over the last week will answer quite a few of each of your questions. First, Harry, I don't know how it happened, but you have irrevocably become a Veela. I've tried everything within my power, and none of it has worked to make you a full-fledged human again. As you're now one, here's all the info on veela that I've found out." Madam Pomfrey unfolded a piece of paper from her pocket and started to read.
"Veela are nearly human beings who appear as young, beautiful women with white-gold hair and moon-bright skin, native to Bulgaria. Their looks and especially their dance is hypnotically seductive to almost all people attracted to women. You have the same hair color as before, but now it has grown at an exponential rate, now reaching long enough to make a ponytail if you want to. Your skin color has a slightly deeper tanning, but the main change is that your body has grown over 7 inches taller in the week that you have been in a magical coma. Your bones have been broken and regrown to the proper strength for a boy your age, and your muscles have developed quite healthily." Madam Pomfrey took a sip of water from a glass that she conjured.
"Veela also have an innate magic that doesn't require a wand and allows them to befuddle the mind of those that are attracted to them. It's called allure. You'll need to work on controlling the allure, or you won't be able to hold a conversation with anybody who is attracted to males. I'm assuming that your veela magic will work in a flip-flopped manner, you're a male, so your allure should affect women. Neither Albus nor I are affected by allure, however. With that, I must attend to young Ginerva. She's having quite the case of trauma. Have a good summer." Madam Pomfrey bid them farewell and left.
"I am sorry to say, but you won't be able to go back to your aunt and uncle's house this summer, Harry." At this, Harry's demeanor brightened quite substantially. "Your veela magic which you are emanating, while relatively unthreatening to other magicals, could damage the minds of muggles by a mere accident. It is for the best that you stay away from muggles, for your sake and theirs. They would be driven insane by your allure, Harry. It is almost thrice as strong as a fully matured Veela." Dumbledore paused to let that sink in and to look at Harry meaningfully, as if Harry needed a reason to stay as far away from his relatives as possible.
"I have paid for a room for you to stay in for the duration of the summer in the leaky cauldron. I cannot express the importance that you do not leave the muggle side of the tavern. I know that I cannot prohibit you from leaving at all, so I just ask that you stay on the magical side."
"How will I get food, sir?"
"The bar will bring up to three meals a day -breakfast, lunch, and dinner- to your room at times that you can choose when you get there. The bartender, Tom, will also answer any questions you have to the fullest of his capability. Any snacks or treats, however, will have to come from your pocket. Tom can give instructions as to where to find said snacks, but you will have to buy them. Merlin knows I'm already spending enough on this." Dumbledore trailed off and popped a lemon drop into his mouth that he had pulled out of his robe pocket.
"Now, to the trace. I have done some wheeling and dealing within the ministry and have gotten the trace removed for self-defense purposes. You may find that some weak-minded people will be extremely susceptible to your allure, enough to endanger. Thus, if you were to use this summer to study and practice magic, the department for underage magics would be none the wiser and you would be all the safer." Dumbledore stopped to pull out an ornate watch made of gold from his robe pocket.
"Here, put this on. The button there, on the opposite side of the watch from the dial used to change the time, will send your location to me, no matter where either of us are at that particular moment. If you ever feel unsafe, just press that button three times rapidly, and I will be notified of where you are. You sadly, cannot stay with me for the summer, as that would be inappropriate for a student and headmaster." As Dumbledore said the last sentence, he looked away and spoke under his breath, as if he wished it could be different.
"So, I think I understand everything so far, but will there be any other changes to my body or me with regards to becoming a veela?" Harry asked, curious if he had any other powers.
"For the most part, no, but Veela do have a sixth sense that humans do not. Veela, have a sense for impending danger. As veela are primarily sexual creatures, they have adapted to sense incoming danger for many people have tried to capture them for their aptitude in the coital field." Dumbledore paused to let that sink in. "I do not however, know how you will tell when your sixth sense is triggered, just that "you will know when it happens" sorry that I can't be more helpful. There is not a lot of books nor research on veela, they are mainly a solitary race-they stay away from humans." Dumbledore paused temporarily. "If you have any more questions, just write me a letter, and I will respond as soon as I'm able. I have to go now, however. I have a meeting to catch." With that, Fawkes flew over to Dumbledore and fire-transported him to his meeting.
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Harry woke up and stretched in his bed. The last few weeks had been some of the best in his life. He had found friends in Daphne Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, and Terry Boot. Daphne frequented the Daigon alley due to her home life, which while posh, was terrible. Yes, she lived in an immaculate house, with a huge bedroom, a million-dollar bed, and every amenity that money could buy, her parents were lacking in the extreme. Her dad is head of house Greengrass and doesn't have a job. He hosted lots of meetings and such political parties during which she was expected to leave the house and watch her younger sister, Astoria. Her mom barely talked to her. Lady Greengrass was a potions master and was always at work. Despite all of the money and extravagance, she was devoid of love.
Terry also had a bad home life. His dad, who was a pioneer in the branch of runes, had died when he was five due to a rune cluster reacting violently. His muggle mother had been hit hard by her loss and went off her medications for bipolar depression. His mother was either super sappy and clingy or abusive and very physical. To top it all off, she had started drinking shortly after his father had died. Needless to say, he was very rarely home.
Neville, lived with his grandmother and had a very comfortable life. House Longbottom was very rich from its extensive trading in the herbology and potion ingredient field, and his grandmother was very loving and protective. Neville, however, had very bad social skills due to spending his childhood like a recluse, talking to the plants in the greenhouses. His grandmother had seen his actions as interest in the family trade and nourished them. The only people Neville had met prior to the first year of school were his grandma's friends that came over for games of pinochle, euchre, poker, and other various card games during the week. Neville was subsequently very shy and bashful when around others. His grandma had been notified of this when Minerva McGonagall, one of her childhood friends, became a little tipsy during one of their card games over the holiday of the second school year. Agusta acted immediately, sending Neville on most of her errands to the alley, to get him to be around others more often.
The four had seen each other around the pub, as it was the main entrance and exit to the alley. Harry, desperate for friends, had talked and coerced them into making an over-the summer study group. They met various days every week, and it was mainly a very lucrative arrangement for everyone involved. Harry had a natural aptitude for anything in defense class, transfiguration, and magical sports. Terry was a charms prodigy and had an eidetic memory, thus making him a certifiable genius in 8 countries (he knew every corresponding language too.) Neville was godsend at herbology, having grown up around magical plants, but also knew a surprising amount about magical creatures due to his family's trading in that arena. Daphne, due to her upbringing, was naturally skilled in potions and wizard's politics, and taught the whole group occlumency, an ability she had learned from a young age. This was why Daphne was not affected by Harry's allure. That had been a very tricky business over the summer, his allure.
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"Harry! How are you doing? What are you doing here? What happened in the chamber? We had to leave before you were allowed out of the infirmary. Why's your hair so long? You look … really…" This had all been said by Hermione in one breath. Her voice got higher-pitched and squeakier with every sentence that flew by. After this outburst, she just stood in front of Harry, with a glazed look in her eyes. Her mouth was left open, and some spit was starting to drizzle out. She started shifting from foot to foot, rubbing her legs each other.
"I'm doing well, Hermione. You seem hyper as ever. I've been staying here the whole summer, and it's been my best summer yet. A lot happened in the chamber, a lot that I can't tell you out here. Want to go back to my room?"
"Your room? Oh, yes. Take me there Harry!" With that, Hermione flung herself at Harry, and started to kiss him on the mouth and face.
"Hermione, what are you doing? Get off, you're suffocating me. Stop it, it's not funny. Get away!" As Harry continued to ask for her to step back, she just continued to molest him. Harry's magic reacted to his distress, and he was apparated to the other side of the pub. Hermione, who was being fully supported by Harry, fell to the ground and landed on her bum rather disgracefully. Now a good distance from Harry and his allure, she was freed from the effects of the magic. She started to cry, and ran outside of the pub.
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It had only gotten worse from there. Harry had thought that he didn't have any allure, as nobody had been affected by it, until now. Albeit, he had only come into close contact with Terry, Neville, Daphne, and Tom the bartender, but none of them had reacted in the slightest to his allure. Terry responded to this spontaneous denouement how he normally did. Terry was by no means a muggle sympathizer; his childhood opened his eyes to the problems of the muggle world like few others experienced. He did, however, believe that muggles had gotten a few things correct, one of them being the scientific method. Terry proposed the theory that those with lower control of their magical cores would be more susceptible to Harry's allure. This was based on the only information that they had until this point, Dumbledore's statement that weak-minded people would be affected by it. Terry said that they needed more test subjects to come to a conclusion, however, and that he would "take a particular pleasure in recording the results of the test throughout the next school year, where test subjects would be abundant."
Terry's wishes were to come true soon. Oh, so soon.
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So! Tell me what you think! I don't plan on keeping with the story telling version, I do plan on adding a bit more dialogue, next chapter Sirius escapes! Tell me what you think should go in it, I would deeply appreciate your feedback!