A/N: REWRITE
Title: Primal
Summary: The Purebloods have always valued their secrets, especially Malfoys. The story will be written as a narrative of harry, Draco ECT, then Third person. "Talking" 'thinking' "dreaming"
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and characters belong to J.K Rowling, I'm just you run of the mill crazy fan girl.
Warning: This contains Yaoi, Mpreg, Possessive Draco/Submissive Harry and some very graphic language. So no likey, no ready; no one's forcing you…except Draco because he wants the attention.
Chapter 4
I'm just a kid
When Narcissa Malfoy laid eyes on the boy, she could hardly believe that the beautiful creature that lye frighten on the bed was actually Harry potter. He was positively alluring; the small young wizard was the epitome of adorableness and positively the perfect submissive. He casted his large emerald eyes shyly from beneath the cover which he had hidden under at the last minute, looking the couple over with surprise. It was at that moment Narcissa knew without a doubt, that this boy would be the ideal mate for her Dragon.
Initially she wasn't too sure how the boy-who-lived would become a submissive mate to her son. From the gossip she heard and her husband consent rants, she was convinced the brash, Gryffindor boy would be far from docile. The transformation one went into to become the mate of a Veela didn't change all aspects on ones personality, but influenced their previous behavior and adjusted their appearance to match the ideal supreme dominate. As she stared at the raven hair boy she couldn't help but smile thinking about how the fates were truly looking out for her family. When the couple didn't move nor speak for a long moment as they stood in the room, the Gryffindor boy decided too try and move farther beneath the blanket to shield himself from them.
He winced in pain when he shifted his weight to the side, which caught Narrcissa attention immediately. Her mother instincts went into over-drive when she observed the pain the boy was in. Lady Malfoy quickly walked over to the bed and knelt down on the floor with her arm outstretched. Seeing this Harry tried fleeing to the safety of the cover but the pain caused another wince. She furrowed her brows and spoke in hushed tones trying comfort the boy out
"It's ok dear, I won't hurt you"
Instead of reaching out towards her Harry remained under the blanket looking at her with wary eyes. Not to be thwarted easily, the older women leaned over slowly to take her black heels off then stood back up on bare feet. She sat on the bed next to the shy young mate, tucking her legs beneath her. The raven haired boy tried moving farther away from the women but such actions were strongly objected by his worn out limbs. Narcissa chanced a quick glance at her silent husband and found that he was frozen in shock. The older women let out a soft sigh of frustration then turned back towards the boy with a warm smile.
Harrys mind was in absolute tumult as soon as the door opened to reveal Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa Malfoy, who he recognized from the quiddich world cup. He could barely breathe, let alone form coherent words, his eyes became impossibly wide and his body shivered with fear. He was defenseless in the domain of the inhabitants who had been trying to end his life since he freed Mr. Malfoy's house elf. After a moment the older witch then started moving towards him which jump started his body to attempt to flee, except the dim-witted thing rejected the thought and struggled with exhausted.
'Didn't it know that it was in danger' thought Harry, as she finally got close enough to lean down with her arm out stretched. He saw her mouth forming words but the raven haired boy couldn't for the life of him figure out what she was saying because of the level of fear he was in. He tried shuffling over in a panic, as he witnessed the women taking off her heels and going to sit next to him, however pain still racked his frame. What was unusual was that even though his body was in a state of survival mode, part of his mind kept sending him soothing feelings that he wasn't in any peril. As if a small part of his brain was acting on instincts, while his body was acting on previous events he shared with the Malfoy family. In addition to his heart, which was acting in sorrow to something not relevant to this situation, his entire being was in a state of bewilderment, trepidation and anguish. Such feelings had always been sealed away, because his relatives couldn't care less if he was dead or not, but now they over-flow to a point where tears began to fall down his cheeks. His Gryffindor pride was ashamed to be showing such weakness in front of his enemies, nevertheless he just couldn't take how hopeless he felt at that moment. That's when he felt delicate hands softly wipe at his tear soaked cheeks and looked to see Mrs. Malfoy hands on his face smiling at him warmly.
"We are not going to harm you Harry, so please stop crying dear. We apologize if we frighten you but you must calm down," She said softly, tenderly messaging his face with her thumbs. Staring at her now she looked so much more harmless then she did when she first entered the room. Her ice cerulean eyes had thaw to a warmer shade and her mouth was curved upwards instead of the thin sneer that was familiar for all the Malfoy members her had met. The Gryffindor boy, without realizing it, leaned his head into her touch farther closing his eyes with a contented sigh. The moment was broken when Lucius Malfoy finally shook off his state of shock enough to see his wife practically cuddling a meek Harry potter?
"This cannot be happening," said the older wizard. This jolted the raven haired mate into backing away from the warm hands causing his wife to glare daggers at him. The silver haired wizard had seen the Gryffindor boy just last night, but seeing him awake was much more surprising. His eyes showed so much innocence then any wizard his age and he shied away like a frighten animal. The entire performance shocked Lucius to a point where he couldn't move for a long moment. The tears the boy started to shed was the focal point which jumped started Lucius into remembering he could in fact speak. He just wished he had chosen his words more wisely.
After Harry shifted far away from Narcissa, the older witch decided to rest the worried boys mind and explain everything. Sitting up straighter the women glanced to her husband with a warning look to stay quiet then started to speak
"Harry you must be wondering why your in our home, is that correct?" when the boy acknowledged he understood what she was saying by staring at her, she continued, "Dear you're here since where you were before wasn't safe any longer. Severus brought you to us to protect you and because we understand what has happen to you."
"What… is happening to me?" Harry whispered when Mrs. Malfoy was done speaking. Narcissa hesitated as she heard the boy speak for the first time since she and her husband walked into the room. He sounded so timid she almost couldn't help reaching out to hold the boy. Smiling to reassure the raven haired young man she folded her hands in her lap and took a breath.
"What do you know of Veela, Harry?" when Narcissa asked the question the older wizard decided to heed his mate's warning and sat down besides his wife which Harry looked warily at before answering.
"Well nothing really except for the ones I saw at the Quiddich World Cup and the stories I read in muggle fairy tales. Dudley wanted to be just like a prince when he was five so Aunt Petunia bought him a bunch of story books. But when Aunt Petunia started reading them to him at night, he learned the stories weren't about the prince but the princess and wanted to be one instead. Uncle Vernon didn't like hearing that so he set the books on fire. When I was cleaning up the mess I saw some were still intact and stole them away in my cupboard to read."
Harry didn't know why he was telling them all this nevertheless his mouth wouldn't stop moving. Instead he took a deep breath and spoke more without looking at them
"I learned in one book called Winged girl some stuff about Veela I guess." When Harry had stopped talking he chanced a quick glance at the Malfoy.
Narcissa wanted to know more about what Harry had told them of his relatives but she just nodded her head with a smile "What was the story about dear?"
Harry's eyes went glassy as he remembered the stories he read as a child
'Lying in the dark cupboard late at night Harry stared at the book with only the light from a candle he took when Aunt Petunia wasn't watching to help him see. He followed the story with bated breath even though he read the book over and over again. Love and tragedy filled the pages enthralling him into the tale. The Veela princess was his favorite character because no matter how hard life got for her she just kept hoping. She wasn't helpless like him but brave and smart. He wanted to be just like her even though his uncle would probably kill him for even thinking that, but he really didn't care what his Uncle thought of him anymore."
When harry's eyes cleared up again he saw the Malfoys looking at him and realized he hadn't said anything for a while and blushed.
"Well the story mostly focused on a princess who was half Veela. She could turn into a bird-like creature just like the women at the Quiddich Cup. She also had a tattoo on her back that were drawn like wings and sprouted when she wanted to fly. Her voice could put people in a trance and she could control the weather with her emotions."
Narcissa was surprise with how much knowledge the muggle obtained about Veela and filed that away for later in her memory. Then she nodded her head when Harry became quiet again and spoke.
"Yes this is all very true, but did you know that men could be Veela as well." She saw the boy shake his head and nodded again
"There are male Veela as well as female, Harry. It's a well hidden secret however the Malfoy generation has been breading male half vela's for the past four centuries. I myself am a mate to my husband who is half Veela himself. Some Malfoy men did find mates with other half-veela but some found them with witches and wizards who have creature blood."
Harry knew it was rude but he couldn't help interrupting her , "What is happening to me Mrs. Malfoy" this time his voice came out strong and loud because he was getting more and more agitated. He didn't understand why she was explaining this and what it had to do with him.
Lucius stared at the boy, "What my wife is trying to explain Mr. Potter is that you may be the mate..."
"IS the mate, darling. You are the mate to my son Draco." The older witch said, correcting her husband with a firm voice.
Harry mouth hung wide open by the end. He must have heard them wrong but he could have sworn the white haired witch just said that he was the mate of his most hated rival, Draco Malfoy. It would explain why he was lying in this bed in the very home of the young man. However he just couldn't fathom being the mate of the Slytherin Ice Prince. He saw Lucius looking at him with a blank mask and cold eyes while Narcissa with a face that spoke with expectation. A picture of Draco popped into his head just than, sneering at him and he just couldn't see him loving the arrogant boy.
The strange picture of the girl chose to speak then breaking the silence and causing harry to jump startled.
"Young master Malfoy is approaching the guest wing" said the blind child. Lucius looked to Narcissa then helped her stand taking her arm carefully which Harry noted with disbelief. He never imagined the elder Malfoy being so tender to another human. When the blue eyed witch heels were placed back on her feet she grabbed her husband arm again and nodded towards the frame.
"Thank you Yuki, please continue to watch over Mr. Potter"
The young girl nodded her head back then went still once again
"W….wait why can't I see him" the words were out of Harry's mouth before he could stop himself which caused him to flush with embarrassment.
Mrs. Malfoy chuckled softly, making harry bury his head in shame, and said, "Do not worry dear you will know soon, you rest more to gain your strength. If you need anything ditsy, our house elf, will be of service. She will also be bringing you some books if you wish to learn more about Veela. We must be going now goodnight harry." And with that they left the room, closing the doors softly behind them.
The Gryffindor young man didn't know what else he could do, with his body feeling like it had been ran over by a car and having no wand. He started to make his way back to sleep but stopped and cringed when he noticed he forgot to ask for his wand. That's when an idea stuck him and he cleared his throat
"Ditsy?"
A house elf with enormous softball eyes and bat like ears popped into the room a moment later. It had a blue tea cozy on with an elegant "M" curved on the top. Harry saw this and was about to ask why it wore clothes but shook his head bringing him back to what he really wanted.
"Umm ditsy do you know where my wand may be?"
The elf shifted its weight and walked over to the drawler on the side of the bed, pulling it open and then standing back. There sitting in the wooden shelf, was his polished wand. He breathed easily for the first time since he had woken up to the room and reached out to hold his instrument of magic. The elf saw this and grabbed its ears with a squeak
"Ditsy being showing Mr. mate wand is…bu…but Master being telling Ditsy that ifs Mr. mate wanting to leave he not be doing so with the wards."
Harry had a feeling he couldn't leave even if he wanted to, which he did. He could barley move his body, he didn't know how to apparate yet and he certainly didn't want to test his magic right now. Nevertheless having the familiar stick within his hand made him feel safe.
"That's fine ditsy, thank you" he said looking at the house elf with gratitude. The elf half bowed then popped back out of the room. When harry was alone again he sagged against the headboard then fell asleep with the wand tucked tight in his hand thinking of what they Malfoy had told him.
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One week, it had been one week since Draconis Lucius Malfoy transformation into an adult Veela. One week of pure hell, was how the silver haired Veela would describe it. His emotions were getting way out of hand. And to anybody in a five foot radius they would feel the wrath of the irritated veela. He'd even struck one house elf when the poor thing came to relay a message to him from his father.
His magic was becoming a problem as well. While the inheritance boasted his magic level and strength because of the ritual he couldn't control it like he once had been able to. His mother hired teachers knowing this would happen and for the past week he been training not only in every possible subject, like dark arts and charms but also melee fighting. He'd always relied on his magic since he was a boy but his father ordered he widen his ability to fight and had him take up sword fighting when he was fourteen.
Now the moves came with more ease and he was able to strike down even his god-father Severus, which no one had been able to for a long time. Since his master didn't plan raids anymore he worked with Tom, challenging his knowledge by discussing ideas instead. Even though his days were full of training and meetings his mind was filled with thoughts of his mate. He knew normally he wouldn't be able to sense his mate until his love was of age for a Veela adult. His dreams still tortured him during the nights and each day without his love was a feat to think straight. He could sense his parents hiding something from him during the week and couldn't help feeling it had something to do with his mate. He tried ambushing his god-father into revealing what they knew but Severus was just as tight lipped.
However today as he was making his way down to the potion lab it was strange how the guest wing made him shiver when walked pasted it. A familiar feeling of intense adoration came over the Slytherin Prince, but when he tried to walk down the hall his parents appeared from nowhere and thwarted his efforts. His mother had an unusually warm smile on her face yet his fathers face was blank.
"Draco what are you doing wandering around the halls, aren't you suppose to be assisting Severus with finishing some work? He will be angry if you are late," Said Lucius in a quiet voice
"I was just on my way father; I just had this fe-"
"Draco I do not want to hear excuses be on your way now" interrupted the elder Malfoy guiding his wife past Draco and down the stairs.
The young man hesitated walking to where he originally wanted to be but stared at the guest wing for a long moment. In the end he heeded his father's words and rushed down to the potions lab forgetting all about the odd sensation he had.
His godfather was indeed not please to see him when he showed up late for their meeting
"Draco..."
"I know Sev, I'm tardy, but I got distracted. I'm here now so lets get started alright"
Severus raised a single eyebrow at the poor excuse but strolled back towards the shimming potion he had setting on a low burning fire.
"I've already added the pine needles so all you're required to do is stir counter-clock wise every five minutes, which you may do now," he said looking at the clock
Draco hurried over to the clear liquid and with skillful hands slowly stirred the potion three times. When he was done he leaned back against the table and watched his god-father walk over to five more cauldrons and check them with narrowed eyes.
"If you need me to do more Sev, I'm more than happy to assist," drawled the Veela male, looking at his fingernails in an act of boredom.
The hooked nose man stood fluidly and as he dropped chopped birch wood into the bubbling liquid and smirked "I'm more then capable of completing without help Draco however since you've been complaining about being bored you will have to be happy stirring the potion."
Draco huffed then did his job with a sneer
"I never complained. I just thought you could use some help uncle. What does Tom need with this much Veritaserum anyway?"
"If he has not chosen to inform you, then you do not need to know," said Severus beginning to set up another cauldron.
Draco narrowed his eyes at the potion master and hissed, "I'm more then capable enough to be in the inner circle unlike some of those incomitant fools, so why is it that I must wait?"
Severus continued to work around his irate god son thinning his mouth with distaste, "If you're so upset at our Lord then maybe you should be telling him this and not I."
The young wizard stirred the potion once again speaking with a hint of exasperation.
"I have Sev but he just keeps telling me it's not time yet."
"Then obviously there's nothing that can be done until then"
"When will it be time though, I'm so frustrated with everything and on top of that I can't seem to focus on anything important with me thinking constantly about my mate!"
Severus halted for a moment when Draco mentioned his mate, then checked the ingredients choosing to ignore what was said. He'd been visiting the Gryffindor boy during the past week but just now learned today that the boy had woken up. When he delivered the boy-who-lived to Malfoy manor he made his way back to Dumbledore the next morning and made up a story about Harry Potter being in no danger.
Lying to the headmaster was a feat in itself since it took everything in his power not to look in the old man's eyes. When he was sure the wizard believed his lie, Severus traveled back to the house and cast a spell to trick anyone who came to check up on Harry, they would leave thinking the boy was safe and sound at home as soon as they passed the wards. When he got back to the manor, he found that his Master already knew of the boy and set him to several tasks for his new plan intended for the revolution. So throughout the week he'd been making potion after potion, cooped up inside his lab alone, until today, when his god-son decided he was bored. Draco saw when the greasy haired man stopped and stood with grace after he stirred the potion once more.
"Uncle Sev your hiding something, just like mother and father aren't you?"
"I haven't any idea what your accusing me of Draco," replied the potions master with practiced ease.
The Veela wizard continued on like the man had said nothing "It has something to do with my mate doesn't it?"
A single twitch of the eye and the silvered haired young man had his teacher successfully pinned up the wall with one hand tightening against his throat, "What is it that your know about my mate Sev?"
A flash of pure gold entered the boy's eyes quickly before disappearing, freighting the elder man, yet he didn't show an ounce of fear. In a hushed manner he spoke "Draco calm down I don't know anything about your mate."
The hand around his neck tightened and the boy sneer showing a hint of sharpen fangs
"Why is it that you smell so deceitful then Severus?"
"I have no reason to lie Draco, now clam down!" hissed the potion master with anger.
The angered Veela took a moment then seemed to visibility calm himself and set the man down. Once Severus was on back on his feet he brushed his robe down then proceeded to get back to his work without looking at the boy.
"Uncle Sev I apol-"
"There's no reason to apologize Draco" Silence then filled the room as the two chose to move back to finishing the truth serum, choosing to forget what happened.
A/N: If you found the characters a.k.a Harry, Lucius, and Narcissa a little OOC that's because it was hard to make them in character with this type of story, and maybe I should have put a warning for that but I didn't and I'll change them back. Ok well review or I'll feed harry to the lions I keep MUAHAHAH REVIEW!REWRITE