A/N: ok since I got some reviews I decided that I will not feed harry to lions and it has nothing to do with the fire breathing dragon that threaten me if I did O_O"Oh and here are the songs that I used for the titles: Queen "I want to break free. The Monkees "Believer". A perfect circle "sleeping beauty "Simple plan "I'm just a kid". Nirvana "come as you are"...anyway here's the next chapter and it's not so boring like the others
Title: Primal
Summary: The Purebloods have always valued their secrets, especially Malfoy's. 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 5
Come as you are
When Harry woke up he found, to his confusion, the room to be blanketed in shadows. The glass door to the side was slightly open blowing a cool breeze and displaying a midnight sky with a bright full moon glaring down at him. A soft glow was lit above were a few flickering candles from the chandler gave the room faint light. The raven haired boy didn't know how long he slept but he knew he needed the sleep. He felt his hands grip around the wand still held in his hands which made him feel better knowing it never fell.
He laid there on his back staring at the ceiling thinking about what the Malfoy's told him earlier about being a Veela mate. The very thought had him cringing.
'To think they actually believe him, Harry Potter, to be the mate to their son. Wasn't it enough that he had to save the Wizarding World, obviously not?'
He wanted to get angry. Throw a chair, kick a cat or just sit there pouting but all he could do was lay there staring at the little light he had, playing with his wand. The Boy-Who-Lived didn't feel as weak and could possibly move but there wasn't anywhere he wanted to go. Except…
"Ditsy..." he called waiting for the elf wondering if it were sleep at this time of night. A second later the small creature popped in just like before looking at him in fear. Harry saw this and tried to smile hoping to make him come off less scary.
"I was wondering if I may have a change of clothes."
The house elf nodded its head making its way to the only door left in the room.
"Would Mr. Mate be wanting to take a bath?" it squeaked, stopping to look at him.
"You can just call me Harry, Ditsy. And yes I would, thank you," replied Harry, while pushing himself to the edge of the large bed. His feet dangled off the side once he reached the end and he had to make a small jump to touch to the floor.
'Hmm this bed must be higher then I thought' he wondered making his way towards the door the elf went through. When he walked through the arch he couldn't stop himself from gasping at the magnificent beauty of the room. He shouldn't have been so surprised with this being the Malfoy's manor but each time he witnessed a new area he couldn't help being overcome with amazement.
The room looked to be just as large as the prefect's bathroom he had used in fourth year. The room was a circular shaped dome with grey and black stone walls. A glass ceiling was over his head presetting a lovely night sky filled with blinking stars. Grey tiles covered the floors and a sizeable bathtub sat wedge in the floor dominating the entire space. The only other things in the room were a sink and toilet on the far wall with a floor length mirror beside it. He saw a rack for towels and other necessitates and ditsy filling the tube with the flick of its fingers. He was making his way over towards the toilet when he paused in front of the mirror.
"Oh my God," whispered the boy in shock when he saw his face.
Not just his face but his whole body seemed to have changed. Harry touched his feminine cheek bones, long lashes and pouty lips. Then he fingered his long black hair that stopped just before it reached his waist. His height seemed to have shortened from what little he gained and he, to his disbelief, had curves. If someone looked at him they could tell he was a boy, with his subtle Adam apple and slight male build, but much more feminine than any average boy his age.
The green eyed boy hands shook as he began to undress. Slowly he unbuttoned the shirt to reveal a lean chest with dusty pink nipples. Then slipped his pants off, letting them fall down petite hairless legs. He took a shy peek at his member noticing that it was just as bare of the bush but instead had a few curls of dark pubic hair. Nested in the middle was, to his relief, his average sized penis lying limp.
"Would Mr. Harry be needing anything else of Ditsy?"
Harry's heart nearly stopped when he heard the voice of the elf he'd forgotten was still standing behind. He snatched a towel off the rack wrapping it around his slim waist and turned around.
"N...no Ditsy just the clothes."
The elf pointed to an identical set of pajamas hanging on the door. Then bowed its half bow and popped out of the room.
"No need to be so shy young one, I'm sure the elf is quite use to nudity."
For the second time that night Harry's heart exploded in his chest, when he turned to spot a painting, similar to the one in the room, hanging near the door. Yuki stood among the mountains tilting her head in a childlike manner and smirking at him.
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, while tightening his towel with shaky hands. He knew that the girl couldn't see him but her presence unnerved him.
"It just scared me; I forgot it was still in here with me."
The small girl giggled when he spoke and laid her head down on the ground, "It's a girl my child."
Harry blushed making his way towards the bath, "I didn't know."
"It's quite alright."
Yuki watched with her blind eyes as Harry unwrapped the towel sliding his way into the bubbly water with a sigh of pleasure.
The water felt warm sloshing around his body. He sat on the seat inside the tube hanging his arms over the edge. After staying in the bed for God knows how long, Harry felt all the grossness leave him making him feel clean once again. Even with the company of the Japanese girl, he fully relaxed in the water erasing all thoughts for the time being.
After a while the girl broke the comfortable silence, "How are you feeling, my young one?"
"Why do you call me that?" he opened his eyes not realizing he'd closed them at any time.
"Once you were placed in my room, I was put as your guardian so I see you as my child."
Her words calmed and worried the young man but he didn't say anything on it. The green eye boy swam a short way across the tube, dipping his head under the water for a moment then surfacing. He hadn't felt so carefree in such a long time he was almost tempted to play in there.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes I am," said the Gryffindor boy with a smile, diving back underwater.
When he surfaced again he reached out on the side seeing an assortment of shampoos, body washes, colognes and perfumes. He grasped a tall bottle of gold body wash and a small hand towel beside them. Opening it he smelled the scent of sweet honeysuckle wash over him and poured the thick liquid on the washcloth. He covered his body in the lovely scent then rinsed off repeating the process three times before he felt satisfied. When he was done he put the cloth on the side and reached for the shampoo. He noticed as he put the substance in his hair that it had a similar scent to the body wash.
Once done with rinsing the matter out of his hair he sat back again relaxing in the now slightly colder water.
"Your mate will be truly pleased with such a beautiful body," whispered the blind girl.
Harry squirmed in discomfort at hearing that and sank into water were it reached his chin.
"I am not Malfoy's mate," hissed the raven.
The girl sat up smirking at him, "Ah but you are young one, and your scent does not lie."
"I didn't know magical paintings could smell, I thought all of them were just memories," questioned the young wizard.
The girl sighed with exasperation twirling a strand of her long charcoal, "I can't be a memory if I never was. When my maker painted me it was from an image in his mind. Then he infused a spell into the canvas with the purpose of making me a sort of guard. My knowledge of the magical world is much more varied then any average person which I use to give guidance. I can also travel to not only other paintings but statues. Though I can't taste, I can smell the magic in the air since my maker made me blind."
"Don't you resent them for making you blind?" asked the young mate
The girl paused turning her head to the door in thought though Harry couldn't see it. "I suppose I sometimes envy people with sight, but no I do not hate my maker."
They were silence afterwards until Harry felt the water was too cold to stay comfortable in anymore and swam to edge to climb out. He thought of what she said earlier and turned to look at her.
"But you said something about my…body earlier" he said
The girl giggled that childish laugh turning her head to the side "I have a different way of seeing young nude one."
Harry blushed while rushing over to grab another towel hearing her laugh in the background. He dried himself off then walked over to the door to slip on the PJs left for him. The silk felt good against his skin but he couldn't help wishing for cotton instead.
As he walked out of the bathroom he noticed the girl disappearing out the frame only to reappear into the one in the room. When he was back in the room he looked to the bed in anguish not wanting to fall asleep again and walked towards the book shelf. The only books he found; mostly focused on the magical community, pureblood society, wizarding law and Veela. He saw some spell books but was nervous that they could be dark arts. He doubted it but didn't want to take any chances. When he schemed over the Veela books for the third time he couldn't help but fill his famous Gryffindor curiosity and check out one.
The raven took the thickest book off the shelf and read the title quietly to him the "The complete series of Veela society, laws, and mating."
"You might want to start on the mating section," teased the blind girl.
Harry scoffed blushing as he made his way back to the bed with the book still tucked under his arm. He hopped back on the bed and settled against the headboard as his slide his way under the warm blankets. Then opened he book to the first page.
Welcome to the complete series of Veela society, laws, and mating. The volume gives information and guidance for readers new to the veela lifestyle. The first ten chapters will give you the history of Veela society and how we came to exist. Then the next ten chapters will give you information about the laws vela's follow and how they co-exist with other magical creatures. At the end we inform you readers about the mates of vela's, how we find our mate and warning of the mating process. We hope you enjoy the glimpse into Veela culture.
Harry opened to chapter one and began reading, so engrossed into the story he didn't notice it when it became morning. He only stopped when he stomach started to grumble, becoming aware he read to the chapter about Veela and vampires peace treaty
"Umm Yuki how long have I been here?" He'd been meaning to ask for awhile but the question kept slipping from his mind.
"You've been here a little over a week, young one," replied the girl.
"Thank you."
He folded a small corner of the page he was one then set the book aside. When his stomach grumbled again, he called out to the house elf.
"Ditsy?" the elf popped into the room like it's usual fashion but this time in it's hands were a tray of breakfast that smell delicious to the depraved boy. He sat up as the elf placed the tray upon his lap then stood back with a bow and left before he could thank her. The plate had sausages, frenchtoast, fried beacon, black pudding and biscuits with a small jar of strawberry jelly and a glass of pumpkin juice. He knew he wouldn't be able to finish all of the meal but he was grateful to have something to eat that wasn't scrapes from his relatives.
He thought about the book as he dug into the banquet, scooping a generous amount of jelly on his biscuit and taking a small bite. The golden boy had no idea how the Malfoy's made it possible to keep their secret about being Veela when they had to inform the ministry when one was born. The news paper should have been eating up at such a story. But with them having such a disposable amount of money it could have been made possible. He briefly scheme the mating section for awhile out of curiosity and found that Veela mates were by for the luckiest people on earth right next to the vampire consort. They were loved unconditionally, guarded by the Veela laws and got a magical boast just like dominate.
He blushed when he thought about how strong Draco must have gotten when he went into his inheritance. He vaguely paid any attention to the blond young man last year, but when he did spot the wizard he couldn't help envying how handsome he had become. He didn't have his bodyguards blindly following beside him anymore and spent more time with an Italian kid that Harry hardly noticed before. Maybe being the mate of a Veela wasn't so bad but the green eyed wizard still refused to see himself with one Draco Malfoy.
As if she sensed his thoughts the painting began to move addressing him, "It won't be as bad as you make it to be, young one."
Harry wrinkled nose in disgust then pushed his tray down signaling he was finished with his meal.
"Then you don't know Malfoy," replied the Gryffindor boy.
"Ah do you mean the spoiled, arrogant, possessive young man that walks around as if a stick is stuck up his ass?"
Harry smirked, "You could be talking about any Malfoy male with that description."
The small girl covered her mouth as she let out a soft laugh, then stopped, trying to catch her breath and shaking her head with a sigh.
"Ah Harry-kun you are truly a jewel."
Harry blushed a soft pink turning his head to look at her. She had her feet folded under her with her head leaning to the side with a gentle smile gracing her childlike face.
"May I ask you a question Yuki?"
She nodded her head slowly continuing to stare at nothing, "You may."
The shy boy bit his lip trying to find the right words to use, "Why…that is…umm why it that…I haven't seen Malfoy?"
"You have seen the Malfoy's just the other day, young one," came back her cheeky reply.
He scoffed back trying to hold back his blush, "I mean why I haven't seen Draco Malfoy? Not that I care that is I was just wondering, so that they can make sure I'm really his mate, cause I sure I'm not."
A serious expression came over the girls face and she turn to appear looking at him.
"You should read the rest of the book, young one."
The raven didn't reply instead he looked at the window thinking, never taking notice of the elf that popped in to take his tray and Yuki leaving her frame.
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Tom Riddle commonly known as Lord Voldemort sat among his most trusted and sane followers. Instead of meeting in his throne room like usual, he chose to conduct such a gathering in his study. The group was small enough to sit them in the room comfortably. All present were Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Severus Snape, Peter Parkinson, Daniel Greengrass, Amarelle Zabini, Trenton Nott, Fernrir Greyback, Jack Avery, Walden Mcnair, and Wormtail. The rest of his most inner circle was placed across Europe scouting more people for his cause. He disposed many of his death eaters because they refused to accept the change, like Dolohov and Rasbastan Lestrange. And those whose mind had been far to corrupted by prison he demounted to lesser positions in his ranks.
He took a deep breath staring at all those present then folded his hands on the desk and placed his chin on them.
"I called you here today because actions have been set into play much earlier then I've originally planned."
His ruby eyes surveyed the room "It seems Harry Potter is the mate of Draco Malfoy, so our main target is out of the way."
Everyone in the room visibly stiffened at the mention of the Boy-Who-Lived, but Tom continued as if nothing was wrong.
"The next step is to convince the Boy Wonder to join our side."
Mcnair sneered at that, being the first time he'd heard of the plan to involve Harry Potter.
"What possible use will we have for the boy; I thought we were only to dispose of him."
Tom glanced at the foolish man staring at him with cold eyes, "Like I said when we began plans have changed Mcnair. Harry Potter will make it much easier for us to accomplish our next step, bringing us closer to taking over the wizardly Europe."
Wormtail shivered in fear as they kept talking about the boy. He didn't like the thought of having to ever be on the same side of the boy. Knowing that he personally was the reason the Golden Boy's parents were murdered, but he doubted that Harry would ever consider joining up with the cause for his life being what it was. He chose to not say anything though in fear for his sanity.
"My lord I have a hard time believing that just because the boy's mate is a death-eater he will join our cause, after all…." Lucius left the sentence going knowing that his Lord will know what he was talking about.
Tom hated repeating himself, but it seemed that his followers just refuse to understand how important Mr. Potter was to the completion of this war. At first he was certain that if he just killed the boy that he would be strong enough to move on. Yet when he learned that the boy was the mate of the Malfoy's he knew that wasn't an option anymore. The Malfoy's valued family over anything else, and killing their son's mate would have cost him his most dedicated followers. Then there was the boy himself who held unknown power with the public that could give him an easier access to take down the Ministry, shaving years off the war.
"I'm aware of Mr. Potter dedication to the light side which is why we must show him where his loyalty should lie by revealing the truth to him. Severus, the Veriserum I asked for is it ready, yes?"
Severus stood then bowed with a fine grace, "Yes my lord. They are to sit for this next month in a frozen statis, then they will be complete."
Tom smirked at Severus nodding his head, "I'm pleased with your work as always Severus. Fernrir you are to continue scooting around Europe conniving the other were-wolf packs of my plans to give them salvation and freedom."
Some of the purebloods shifted uneasily at the mention of werewolves, but didn't speak. Tom knew that some purebloods would be against his treatment of the werewolves but in order for the wizardly community to prosper they needed to make alliances with creatures such as the werewolves, vampires and goblins. Without them Tom was sure they'd side with the light or make life harder for them if they did win. Personally the only problem tom had was with ignorant muggles.
When he fist began his campaign in school he never wanted to exterminate all muggles just the ones who treated magical children badly and reeducate muggleborns. He wanted to exile the muggleborns who chose to stay in the muggle world and make dark arts stop being forbidden to use. However once he killed he lost sight of his values and sanity, recklessly killing wizards and muggles, while trying to murder a boy. Since the transformation he'd been able to think with much more sanity and could focus on fixing the damage he caused.
Fernrir grinned widely making some uncomfortable with his large pointed fangs and spoke, "I've gotten three large packs located to the east to join in if you promise to leave them their territory."
Tom nodded, "It'll be done in writing as always, reply they must give us something so that we can trust their word. As for the ministry, Avery report."
A tall lanky man stood next looking at tom with plain brown eyes.
"Most of the aurors employed at the ministry are of our side, my Lord including the head himself. As soon as you're ready we can set into monition the assignation of Minister Fudge."
"You've done very well Avery. That concludes our meeting, your all dismissed except for Lucius and Narcissa."
When he was done speaking his Death Eaters stood and left the room quietly without a backwards glance. He looked at the remaining Malfoy's when they were alone lifting a brow.
"How is Draco doing?"
Narcissa looked to her husband who arched his eyebrow staring at his Lord, "My son's emotions are still in chaos at the moment but once he is with his mate he'll be ready."
Tom nodded pleased with the news then dismissed them standing with a dark smirk, "Your move Dumbledore."
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The Burrow was as he remembered it being all the times he had visited. The house leaned over with the additional rooms it acquired over the years. The shingles were falling off the roof and poorly made repairs were scattered all over the building.
Dumbledore, after apparating to there began to make his way along the path that led to the farm. He knocked on the door once he was there hearing shouting from inside. He was greeted with the youngest of the Weasleys once the door was open
"Oh headmaster, welcome" said Ginny smiling widely at him. She had grown up from the awkward shy little girl into a beautiful young women. Albus was sure she'd make a perfect wife for Harry once he was done with the boy.
He gave her his grandfatherly smile and waved his hand towards the house, "Good morning Miss Weasley may I come in dear?"
She nodded her head then stepped aside to let him enter. The inside was just as chaotic as always. Dishes flew back and fourth, shouting was heard and red heads ran back and fourth through the rooms. He saw Arthur surveying the paper at the dining table with Percy beside him talking about ministry business which the head Patrich nodded at occasionally. Molly rushed around stirring a pot here and there then waving her wand to set a plate up. When he walked in farther Mr. Weasley looked up with a pleased smile and stood setting the paper aside.
"Albus what brings you here on such short notice?"
"Well I needed a personal favor Arthur, "he said smiling at him warmly.
Mrs. Weasley stopped to face him wiping her hands off on the apron she wore, "Is it Order business?"
Albus walked in to sit at the table seeing Percy stand to go, giving him a polite nod then made his way upstairs.
"Yes and no. I just need Arthur to check on Mr. Potter's whereabouts about every week until it's time for school again, just for extra caution."
Molly shook her head going to stand beside her husband with a frown
" Why can't he just stay with us until school starts? He'll be safe here, Albus. "
Arthur nodded in agreement with his wife and looked at Dumbledore with a questionable face.
The aged wizard smiled sadly at them shaking his head, "I'm truly sorry Mrs. Weasley but Harry must stay within the blood wards or he'll be in danger of Death Eaters. Now Arthur will you do this for me?"
The red head wizard gave a small smile and nodded, "Sure Albus anything to make things easier for you."
"I thank you. Now I must inform you that a week before school begins I need you to pick up Mr. Potter and bring him to the headquarters along with your family."
They nodded, not questioning why as this was the greatest wizard who had ever lived. He then stood brushing off his robes then reached inside pulling out an envelope.
"Here is the allowance Arthur I must be off now, have a good day."
When the paper was out of his hand he walked to the door leaving.
When the older wizard left Molly went back to cooking for her family and Arthur placed the money inside his breast pocket seating down again.
The Weasley twins heard when the door was opened to let in someone and went downstairs to investigate, and when they snuck down just far enough to hear they saw Ginny reading on the couch looking at the kitchen every now and again. They only planned on hearing about the Order but when they saw this an evil smirk came over their faces and went downstairs entering the kitchen a moment later, sitting down from across the older Weasley
"Hey dad-"
"What was-"
"The headmaster-"
"Doing here? "
Arthur rubbed his forehead never quite getting a hang of his older sons talking back and forth, "Just some business with Harry is all."
George grinned at Fred throwing his arm around his brother and whispering loudly in his ear,
"Hey Fred do you think if Gin heard about someone talking about her precious Harry she'd want to know?"
Fred nodded his head making his face appear seriously, "Yes George, I do believe she would."
They heard a scream as Ginny ran into the room suddenly and hit them with her book.
"I would not, I don't even like Harry!" she said blushing which clashed terribly with her skin.
George made a fake surprised face and gasped loudly, "That's not what your diary said."
Fred pretended to open a book in his hand, licking thumb and turning the page, making a horrible high pitch voice, "Dear Diary I saw Harry Potter today, he looked so dreamy flying around on his broom. Sometimes I wish he was my broom so I could RIDE him."
When he finished they fell to the floor laughing
"Ginny!" yelled Arthur in surprise as he looked at his little girl.
At the same time the older woman yelled, "BOYS!"
Tears began to fill Ginny's eyes and she ran upstairs with a howl. The twins finally sat up wiping the tears from their eyes and sitting back in the chair.
Molly glared down at them placing her hands on her hips, "I can't believe you two read your sisters diary, you should be ashamed of yourselves!"
Fred shrugged leaning his elbows on the table, "Aww mum it was only a bit of fun..."
George joined him copying his position, "Yeah and we needed a reason to have her stop ease dropping so you could tell us what Dumbledore said, what with the order and all."
Molly knocked them both on the heads with her spoon then huffed turning back to set the plates.
"That was no reason to go about doing something so heartless. Anyways there's nothing important to know; your father just has to check on harry every once in awhile."
They tilted their head pouting then said in unison, "Aww that's it, what a waste."
Finally getting over the shock of what his daughter wrote he picked his paper up with shaky hands and breath a deep sigh, "Yes that's all now go apologize to your sister."
Disappointed they stood to leave whispering about how they wasted good material on nothing.
When breakfast was set and ready Molly yelled to the stairs and sat down to serve the dishes. The twins entered first still looking disappointed followed by their sniffing sister. Percy sat down next to his father continuing their discussion from before then last Ron rushed down grabbing and filling his plate high.
"Is it true we're going to see harry a week before school?" asked Ron with his mouth stuffed full of food.
Fred and George smirked at Ron, "Aww Ronnikins are you missing Wittle Hawwy too?"
Ginny glared at them which made them snicker.
"Shut up I just wasn't able to write Harry this year because headmaster told us not too. And now Hermione keeps whining about it, it's annoying."
"Aww Ronnikins is all grown up and nowhere to stick it."
"BOYS!" shouted the older woman which caused the twins to fall out laughing again
Percy sniffed his nose and turned to Ron, "Why did he tell you not to write Harry?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders and stuffed a muffin in his mouth, "I don't know, said it wasn't safe this year. What's the difference from the other years?"
Arthur looked at his son closely "Well Ron with You-Know-Who reappearing it's much more dangerous then before."
"That's what Harry said but we didn't see You-Know-Who, so how do we know it's true?" said Ron looking at his father.
"I'd have to agree with him, father. We only had the word of Mr. Potter and he was far too hysterical with the death of Mr. Diggory," replied Percy. "Besides the Minster said so himself that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was declared dead years ago, this war is against his followers who refuse to believe his death. We can't feed into this like them."
"Shut it, Percy you'd have sex with a blasted ended skrewt if the Minster made it a law," shouted Fred. George gave his brother a pat on the back nodding his head.
"I don't have to sit here and take this from you two," Percy stood bending to kiss Molly on the cheek then walked back up.
"I've had quite enough of you two, go to your room now!" said the older woman standing to clean the dishes.
"Aww but mum you can't believe what Percy said right?" said George
"Of course not, but you two really need to be nicer to your siblings now go."
The twins stood and walked upstairs grumbling all the way. Ginny left a moment later still refusing to talk. Ron oblivious to the rest of the conversation left after he was done running back upstairs to his room.
Arthur set the paper down and got up to kiss his wife, "Well I must be off to work dear, I'll drop the money off at the bank so the kids will have enough for school supplies."
Arthur then walked to the fireplace pitching a small amount of floo and throwing it into the fire making it turn wild and green. He stepped into the warm fire and yell, "Ministry Department of Muggle Affairs." and disappeared.
With him gone Molly set about cleaning then readying the kitchen for lunch.
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Neville was working in his greenhouse trying to finish clipping off the stems to his flowers when an owl showed up pecking at the door. He wiped his brow and set his tools to the side with a sigh. When the pecking wouldn't stop he walked over to the door and opened it seeing the familiar owl swoop unto his arm.
"Hello Ribbon what do you have from the moon today?" he said petting the tiny creature with his finger.
The owl hooted sticking his leg out which the wizard untied a note from. He opened the small paper reading it then furrowed his brow with a frown
'You will receive an unexpected visit,' he read the note twice before he heard his grandmother.
"Neville come inside now."
He strolled over to the cottage and opened the door with a cringe, "Sorry grandmother, I didn'..."
His words fell off when he saw his friend Luna standing beside his grandmother looking at her in her usual dreamy fashion, but turned to smile at him when he came in,
"Oh Neville your grandmother is so very stern, even the kornswallows are far to scared to seek refugee in her ears," said the blond haired girl with a hazy voice.
His grandmother turned to him with an arched eyebrow, "Well Neville aren't you going to greet your guest, don't be rude boy."
The shy boy blinked in surprised trying to figure out what to say.
Luna turned back to look at his grandmother and shook her head with a serious, well serious for Luna, expression.
"Oh there's no time Mrs. Longbottom, Neville must pack quickly so we can get going."
His grandmother nodded her head in understanding and stood, "Yes you told me all of this before, I'll grab a few extra things he'll be needing deary then you two can be off."
Neville was beyond comprehending what was going on and stood there staring at space. He was quiet as Luna latched unto his arm and dragged him upstairs then waved her wand packing his trunks. He didn't make a sound as she finished packing all of his things then dragged him back downstairs with his luggage floating behind them. When they were back in the living room his grandmother kissed his cheek, slipped something into his pocket, and Luna grabbed some floo throwing it into the fire. When he was finally able to speak it was too late as
"Lovegoods pond," had already been shouted and they were gone.
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Draco didn't know how much more he could take. All day he'd been tense, snapping at almost everyone much more then usual. His eyes itched, his back was sore and his magic was jumping off at everything. During training hours he put too much force into his arm and stabbed hard at his teacher causing Ramones's side to bleed. Then when he was speaking to his Master he lost his temper which, if it wasn't for Tom's new side, he knew he would have been writhing in pain all the way into insanity.
Walking down the hallway the blonde sneered when his back gave a particular twitch making his already sore wings ache. He didn't read anything about this in the Veela books, which caused him to become even more was convinced now that the ritual had more down sides then he knew when he agreed to doing it. He turned suddenly and punched the wall hard leaving a dent then continued walking, pasting the guest wing.
The Veela stopped abruptly as he felt that weird sensation in his body again. It felt so welcoming and caused the aches to momentary stop. Without noticing his feet began to lead him down the hall until it halted right before what looked to be a picture frame. He wasn't aware that any of the doors at the manor had picture guards. It held a beautiful sun rising over a lake with a moon disappearing right as the sun rose. A small girl with a bandage over her eyes stood in the water and looked to be inspecting him. When it seemed she was satisfied her frame opened with a soft click.
The Feeling intensified as he walked slowly into what appeared to be a sitting room, except there was no furniture. Only windows covered the dark blue walls with thick grey curtains to block out the sun. He suddenly heard a noise behind the only doors in the room and moved towards them. Placed his hand on the silver handle then turned it. He peeked inside with wary eyes once the door was open just enough to fit his head inside. But as soon as he saw what lay on the bed he threw the door open wide causing the figure on the bed to turn around in shock. Two words flew from his mouth when he saw who it was.
"My Mate….."
A/N: Hehehehe that's right folks it's a cliffhanger. I always wanted to do one and now I have. Hoped you enjoyed it now review or I'll shave harry BOLD MUHAHAHAHAHA ^0^REWRITE