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Pairing: Harry/Draco so this is SLASH.
No MPREG in this story though it is IMPLIED that it happens in the future. If, by some odd reason, I change my mind, I do apologize now.
Also, Blaise Zabini is a girl in this story of mine. I know that, JKR finally reveals the gender of Blaise, but this was started before book 6 and anyways, I am not JKR so anything, ANYTHING, I write here is AU.
MY STORY IS AU.
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CHAPTER FOUR
HISTORY OF VEELAS cont.
Each Clan has two Lords and two Ladies. Each Clan has a century to rule and then must give up the claim to the throne to the next Clan. Since Earth Clan is the strongest, it rules in between the other two Clans. The ruling Clan now is the Air Clan. In two years the rule changes to the Earth Clan.
The King and Queen for this century are from the Air Clan, King Rion Relin and Queen Alza Relin. The Lords and Ladies of Air are: King and Queen Relin of Asia and China and Lord and Lady Qizan of South America. The Lords and Ladies of Water are: Lord and Lady Cunningham of Canada and North America and Lord and Lady Stewert of Australia. The Lords and Ladies of Earth are: Lord and Lady Lamar of Africa and Lord and Lady Malvolio of Britain and Wales.
The Veela culture is based on hierarchy but the King and Queen can be outvoted by a majority of the Lords and Ladies. This has only happened once, in 1370, when the then King and Queen wanted to move the Palace from the Moors of Scotland to Atlantis. They were outvoted by an 8-4 vote. Lordships are hereditary but a lady can marry into the royalty. If the couple is male/male the Veela is the Lord and the mate is called Lona.
Excerpt from : The Veela Hierarchy.
By: Lord Toshiri Relin
Information courtesy of The Hogwart's Library
anno domini merlin 1976.
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Harry made it to breakfast too late to talk to either of his best friends. But with a whispered word he arranged a meeting with them both for after lunch. He had to meet with Twink for an after coffee session. He hated the 'talks' that they were supposed to have. They consisted of Harry sitting in a chair with his arms crossed defensively and a scowl on his face and Dumbledore sitting there, drinking his damn tea and twinkling. Not much talking was done. Thankfully, he had not had a spike in any of these sessions.
If he didn't go he would just have to hear Hermione bitch at him for hours so, with a heavy sigh, he walked down the corridor to the Headmaster's office.
"Potter, a word." Came Snape's hated voice from behind him.
Harry didn't turn around to look as he kept walking, "no."
"How dare you ignore me!" Harry could just feel the anger radiating from the greasy git but he really didn't care. He had had Snape's number for a while now and Snape knew it too.
Harry kept walking, his voice was the same polite tone as always but you could literally hear the derision in it , "I could not care less about you Snape. And since the feeling is completely mutual, don't you think you would better serve your time wiping Voldemort's arse or something?"
He heard the indrawn breath and he could tell that the other man had stopped following him. He really disliked Professor Snape. Oh, he respected him for his talent and his knowledge, but he hated him with a passion only rivaled by the distaste he had for the gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Snape was nothing to him and Harry made sure to let him know it at every opportunity.
He knew that he was being overly harsh to the Potion's Master, after all, he was on their side. But Snape was deserving of Harry's treatment of him and they both knew it. Harry knew that Snape would never tell the Headmaster about their interactions as he would have to explain the reasoning behind them. That was something the Potion's Master would never do. And as long as he stayed quiet, so would Harry.
He snapped the password and stomped up the stairs, his happy mood from earlier now completely gone. He slumped in the first chair he came too and waited in silence for the stupid display to start. God! How he hated this.
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The Slytherins had finished their breakfast late and then converged in Draco's room so that the Veela could rest. He had eaten nothing at breakfast and Pansy had ordered the house elves to furnish them with sweets and strong coffee, Draco's favorites.
"So," Vince said hesitantly, "that spike was different, wasn't it?"
Draco nodded from his spot on the bed and spoke slowly as he was so very tired. "It was wrong at first. I couldn't breathe. I could hear you all talking but I couldn't respond."
Vince flushed and grinned but managed to say without laughing out loud, "I was talking about the second part."
Draco's huffed 'wankers' was heard as he pulled a pillow over his now red face. His friends laughed at him and he vowed to hex them all right good when he had his mate and was in a better frame of mind. Right now, he couldn't cast a simple accio if he needed to.
"I'll say it for you, 'Ko, it's a good thing you're handy with silencing charms cause you two will need them." Pansy teased as they all laughed again.
With a low growl and a sharp look at all of his friends, Draco headed for his bathroom. At least there, he could be alone with the thoughts of his mate that were crowding his tired mind.
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Harry had been sitting there, staring off into space, for ten minutes before the Headmaster cleared his throat. Harry looked at him blankly for a few seconds before shaking off his suddenly melancholy mood. He couldn't take the chance for the Headmaster to see him in a vulnerable mood-not right now.
"Is everything okay, Harry?" The Headmaster's voice showed his concern but Harry also detected the faint trace of annoyance as well. He hated that about him, he knew that Dumbledore cared but he cared more as a General for a soldier than an Uncle for a nephew. It had been pressed home to him enough times that it really didn't hurt Harry anymore.
"It is fine, Headmaster." Harry replied in his polite tone. He struggled to keep the disgust from leaking into his voice and he was glad he succeeded. All he needed right now was Dumbledore breathing down his back too. Sin, Ron, and Hermione were all he could handle right now. And out of those three, Sin would be the one he would go to anyway.
"The Aurors will be here starting next week. Is there anything you want to work on?"
"Yes." Harry replied.
"Such as?" Dumbledore pressed.
"Did you get the information I sent to you over the week?" Harry avoided the question.
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at his clear avoidance at answering and nodded. "It was passed along and you were right. Might I ask were you got your information?"
"You may but I will not tell you." Harry's voice was now cold. His normally hooded eyes flashed with anger and the only other show of his true feelings was the grip he had on the arm of his chair. This part of the conversation was always the same, Dumbledore pressuring Harry to reveal his source of information on the attacks, that he gave to the Headmaster and the Order. Harry always answered the same and the Headmaster always asked.
And then Dumbledore changed tactics on him and it very nearly threw him off. With a soft sigh the Headmaster put his cup of tea down. "We lost Brown."
Harry watched him with a blank face and nodded, "I know. He was careless."
"He was highly trained and -"
"He was careless." Harry's voice was now hard and he leveled a glare at the Headmaster. "He was warned; they all were. He ran in without backup. Careless."
"How do you know that?" Dumbledore snapped, furious that Harry still withheld vital information from him. He used to be like a son and now, he was cold and sometimes hateful to him.
Harry refused to answer as he sat there and watched the old man sitting across from him. He could almost tell what he was thinking. What had happened to the nice, malleable, Harry? Harry didn't care. That person was buried far below the surface and Harry was not letting him out. Nice, malleable Harry died the night the only man he had left he had as a link to his parents, died.Sirius had been killed on an Order's mission and the night he found out was the night that he had forced himself to change into the person he was now. Of course, having the Headmaster and others from the Order continually taking him for granted helped the change along. The only one I will miss here will be Sin. But she will let me visit her during the summer, I hope. Harry thought to himself as he stood to leave.
"I have practice." He explained as he walked from the room ignoring the Headmasters call to come back. It wasn't that he hated Dumbledore now; it was just that he couldn't trust him and being in his presence when he tried to be all fatherly like, well it pissed Harry off. It had been Dumbledore who had sent Sirius on that mission and Harry would never, ever forgive him for that. He knew that come training on Monday morning, the Headmaster would make him pay for walking out like that but as stressed as Harry was, he was lucky he hadn't tried to curse him.
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Draco spent a good thirty minutes in the bathroom calming down. His friends were right, damn them all, that had been a very strong spike and he was still feeling the after effects of it. And damn him if he didn't want another one. That spike had been the most sensual, exotic thing he had ever experienced in his life and he had liked it; a lot, if the state of his wrist was anything to go by. Three times and he could go for a fourth but he needed to get back out there and curtail his friends and their nasty, albeit correct, thoughts. He waited until his face had lost the flushed look before opening the door. He was grateful to his friends as none of them commented on how long he had been in the bathroom and the obvious reasons as to why he would have been in there.
Draco actually felt better than he had in the last few days. He could still feel the Madness clawing at the back of his mind, but after that spike of wrongness, it was easier to bear. He didn't want to think about what that meant to hard. There were two outcomes to that, he was close to finding his mate and his Veela side knew it, or his Veela side knew its time was almost up.
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Practice was rough and the talk with Ron and Hermione was even harder. Neither of them understood why Harry wanted to go to a muggle university. They had not been as happy for him as he thought they would be.
As he lay soaking in as hot water as he could stand after practice he thought back to their conversation.
Flashback
Harry watched as confusion crossed Ron's sweaty face. He had met them both right after practice and neither of them had had a chance to clean up. "But Harry, where is Oxford?"
"It's a muggle university, Ron." Hermione said quietly as she studied Harry's blank expression. She had been worried about him for a while and this just confirmed her fears that they, the Wizards, were losing him.
"Muggle? Come on mate," Ron tried joking with Harry, "you don't want to go to a muggle school do you?"
Immediately Hermione knew that Ron had said the wrong thing as Harry stiffened and his eyes narrowed in anger. "As a matter of fact, I do."
"But why?" Ron asked belligerently as he hadn't seen the warning signs the way Hermione had. Ron was usually clueless about things like that.
Hermione laid a hand on her boyfriends arm as she watched Harry closely. "You want to go, Harry?"
Harry nodded, "very much. It is a great opportunity and one I don't want to turn down."
Hermione, as a muggle born, understood this. Ron, as wizard born, never would. To him, and to all Wizards, Harry belonged in the Wizard World.
"But, you can't leave!"
"Can't I?"
Hermione flinched at Harry's tone. It was still polite but there was a hardness to it that she didn't remember hearing before. He had grown up…without them it would seem. Pushing Ron back with a warning look she turned and pulled her best friend into a tight hug and whispered into his ear, "I'll talk to him. Make him understand."
Harry smiled gratefully and turned to leave. As he walked away he could hear Hermione try to explain to a Wizard how The Boy Who Lived, wasn't to be owned by Wizard kind and had a right to his own life.
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Harry doubted Ron would understand. He had grown up with the whole Boy Who Lived legend and he would never understand. All Harry wanted was his own life on his own terms. And right now, those terms didn't include neither a wizard nor a witch in them.
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The rest of the day Harry spent in his rooms, studying and listening to music. He didn't feel like having Ron looking at him with that bewildered look on his face, he always got when Harry did something he couldn't understand.
It was lonely but he was used to it. He got out his book and with a few notations entered the information from the week before. It was a shame that they lost Brown because he really had been a good Auror. Just careless, and not only with his life, but with that of the other's on his team as well. He made a mental note to let Kingsely know to replace him with Thomkins. Although he was young, he had a good clear head on his shoulders.
Tossing his book aside he noticed it was after dinner and he was a bit hungry. He decided to go to the kitchen for a sandwich, as he was still upset with Ron and had no desire to see him right then, and then out to fly. He was still sore from practice but flying was better than sitting in his room alone. He made his way down to the kitchens, barely missing running into the Slytherin Prince's Gang. The house elves fell over themselves getting him something to eat and when he had finally gotten away it was well after 9 o'clock. With a sigh he made his way back to his room, no sense in going flying now, he had a meeting to attend.
Casting the strongest privacy charm he knew on his room he walked to the fireplace and lit it. Throwing in the powder he called out, 'The Grove' in the hopes that his informant was there early. He was glad to see the face that appeared and he settled into a comfortable position for a nice long chat.
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The rest of Saturday and Sunday morning were hard for Draco. His friends had all made plans to go out to Hogsmead and Draco didn't have the strength to go. He looked worse after a night spent tossing and turning…and screaming. Even behind the stronger ward it was getting harder and harder to maintain any semblance of control. He was losing it and everyone knew it.
His hair lay lank and dull. His normally bright looking skin was yellow and sallow. The only color left in his pale face was where he was continually biting his lip. He had only enough energy left to walk to and from his bathroom. It looked like his time was up and he had finally resigned himself to that fact. He had two maybe three days left.
He had to force is friends to go out and promised them he would be all right. Once they were gone he frantically firecalled his father. He had lied to everyone and soon it would all be over. It was like a weight had been lifted from his chest. His time was almost up and he wanted to talk with his parents before he succumbed to the effects of the Madness.
Unfortunately, they were not in. He left a message with a house elf and went to bed where he spent the better part of the night shivering and crying in a corner of his room as a spike hit him with such strength that he cried out for the blackness and succumbed with barely a whimper.
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Early Sunday afternoon Harry experienced a spike unlike any he had ever had before. It was laced with a need and wrongness so strong that the normally cool and calm Gryffindor was forced to curl up on his bed, shaking and crying out for what he didn't know. Right then he decided to go to the Headmaster to see if he knew what was happening. He would put aside his anger at the old man long enough to figure out what the bloody hell was going on with him.
It wasn't until dinner that Harry felt strong enough to get up and take a shower before going to see the Headmaster.
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Sunday night dinner was pure hell for Draco. Only by the firm hands of Vince and Greg was he able to stay seated. The spike of need and wrongness that afternoon had left him barely able to function. Which made him embarrassed but thankfully none of them said a word, other than Blaises' initial comment of 'you okay?'
It was only as they were helping him stand did he realize that dinner was over. With unspoken commands he told them it would be best if they waited for most of the Hall to leave before they tried to make their way to the Dorms. With a hard shudder another spike hit Draco and he could not contain his whimper. Instinctually both Vince and Greg stepped in front of him to shelter him from prying eyes. Draco may be out of it now, but once he was back to his old self he would make them pay dearly if he were to be embarrassed.
Draco turned his back to everyone and pressed his face into the cold stone wall behind him. This spike was another one of strong physical need with just a touch of love added in for good measure. His father had warned him that this would happen. His Veela side knew his mate was near and it was forcing his Human side to find him. But things had went to far and he no longer had the strength. He didn't know how much more he could handle by himself before the Madness gained an upper hand on him. Right now he could feel it waiting at the back of his mind and only the spikes of need were keeping it at bay.
Once the Hall was empty Draco was able to pull in a deep breath and regain a semblance of control. He drew in a few calming breaths as he let the coolness of the stone wall cool down his heated face. Gritting is teeth he pulled strength from his upbringing and turned to face his friends, mask firmly in place.
"Let's get to the Dorms. Go and wait for me." Draco said in his normal tone of voice. His father would be proud of his control. Where the strength came from he didn't know. He was so worn out that he wasn't sure he could even walk to the dungeons. Draco and Greg made their way slowly towards their destination, only stopping once for a spike. This one was more emotional than physical and Draco found himself, for the first time that he could remember, near tears from sadness and longing.
"Greg," he said as he turned his face so that his friend couldn't see the tears shining in his eyes, "I-"
"It's okay, Draco. I'm here to help." Greg said understandingly.
"I can't take much more of this. I need to find him before I go crazy." Draco's voice was shaky and the need was sharp, hitting him like a dull knife right between his shoulder blades. He was leaning against the wall since he had no strength left in his legs to walk the rest of the way to the Dorms.
"Please, don't kill me." Greg pleaded as he drew his wand. Draco spared him a questioning look but didn't have time to say anything before Greg cast a concealment charm, then a lightening charm, on him. Picking him up he said softly, "I'll never tell anyone."
"You do, and I will kill you." Draco said tiredly. He appreciated what Greg was doing for him though it did sting his pride. Deep down he knew it was his own fault for waiting so long to find out who his mate was. Once again he cursed his Veela genes.
Greg set him down gently in front of the Slytherin portrait before removing the charms and saying the password. Draco drew a sharp breath and stepped into the room.
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On the way to the Headmasters Office, Harry was hit with a spike of need, though not as strong as normal, it was enough that he had to stop walking and lean against the wall. He was starting to get concerned about this. He could tell that what was happening to him was not bad, well it wasn't evil anyway. He felt like he was needed, that he needed. And to him, that was something wonderful. What was needed or who needed him was something he knew he had to find out. The feeling started out as a slight tingle over every inch of his skin and then turned into a need so strong that he couldn't breathe.
For the few seconds that feeling took over, his thoughts seemed frozen, locked into the need flowing through him. It wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, he thought, if he knew what it was he would welcome it. It was nice. Too nice.
The fact that he wasn't necessarily concerned about what was happening to him ought to actually worry him. But he just didn't think that this was a bad thing. 'Hey, maybe for once in his life something was going to go his way'. Each time it happened he felt just a little bit better about himself. So really, it couldn't be bad, could it?
Knowing he needed an answer, preferably before another spike hit him, he quickened his steps towards his destination. The Gargoyle automatically moved aside for him and he ran up the stairs. He knocked on the door and waited for the call to enter.
"Ah, Harry," The Headmaster said not able to cover his surprise. 'So', Harry thought, 'he didn't know what was going on either. "What can I do for you, son?"
Now that he was here, Harry didn't know what to say. Did he just blurt everything out? And where was his resolve not to tell him anything? But he couldn't do that with this. It was just too much for him to handle. Drawing his mask back into place he ignored the residuals of the spike that had sent a physical reaction straight to his groin. He wanted desperately to give in to the need and that is what made up his mind to speak.
"Since stepping onto the train," He wasn't about to tell him it had been happening for the last few months, "I have been…experiencing something." Harry said in the polite tone he had mastered.
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as he looked at Harry. He took in his posture, sitting upright instead of slouching as he normally would, face void of anything at all, and his tone of voice was polite but noticeably strained. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it appeared that Harry had grown up over the summer. This afternoon had only hammered that fact in. He just hoped that it wasn't a step back for the young man. Harry didn't need to throw away his emotions, he needed to embrace them. "And that is?"
"A need…" Harry faltered to explain.
"A need?" Dumbledore pressed when that was all Harry said.
"Yes."
"A need to what?" He pressed the question. It was as if he didn't know the answer.
"I don't…I don't know!" Harry sighed in frustration. "It is physical, mental, emotional, soulful. It hurts, it's pleasurable, it's needed, and each time it is stronger. Each time I want the next spike to come sooner. I want this need, Albus. I need it!"
"Harry, there are no spells on you. I would have been informed the minute you crossed my doorstep." Dumbledore studied the boy before him. While he had been talking the mask had fallen and he could clearly see the confusion all over him. The fact that he had called him by his first name was worry enough; Harry only did that when it came to Order business.
"Then what is it?" He couldn't keep the desperation from his voice.
"I don't know." Dumbledore said simply.
"I don't think it is bad." As he talked he tried to keep his voice level and free of its earlier emotion. "I seem to need the need. As if that made sense," he sighed as he ran a tired hand through his hair, "I'm tired and it is draining but each time it is like…I…" he shrugged his shoulders at his inability to describe what was going on.
"You say it is not bad?" Dumbledore questioned thoughtfully.
"No, the exact opposite, if I really think about it." He was trying to be as honest as possible. He had once considered Albus his mentor and friend, but still, that didn't mean he wanted to talk to him about this. He felt his face flush as he couldn't meet the other man's stare.
"I see."
"You do?" Harry asked relieved that he didn't have to explain anymore.
"Oh, not about what is happening to you, dear boy, but about the fact that it is happening to you."
"Oh." Harry was about to say something else when he was hit with a spike of such intense longing need that the tears that came to his eyes and flowed down his cheeks were not felt by him. If it was possible for a heart to ache this much, then Harry vowed to find out what was wrong with him so that he never had to experience this feeling again.
Dumbledore watched as the boy in front of him went through one of the 'experiences' he had been trying to explain. He was shocked to see the tears and the look of longing on his face was heartbreaking. It was that look right there that brought up a memory of another individual sitting in that same chair twenty years ago. With a sigh, he knew he had Harry's answer. He just didn't know how to tell him.
He waited until Harry drew a sharp breath and fastened his now alert gaze on him before he began to speak, "Harry, let me tell you, you shouldn't be afraid of what is happening to you."
"You know what it is?"
"Yes."
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"Are you okay?" Pansy asked her worry for him apparent in her tone. Draco looked at them all, he could tell they were worried, hell so was he. He had walked into the room and Blaise had cast the stronger ward and then did something that he hadn't thought to do…she also cast the weaker ward. Now, he was behind two wards and though his Veela side was protesting, his Human side was beating it down with a well aimed stick. He needed this….even if it would be hell to pay in the morning.
"No. I don't know what to do." Draco admitted as he flopped down onto his couch. He was getting worse and each of them had vowed to keep their eyes peeled to help find his bedine. Vince started the fire and Blaise conjured up tea and scones. They all settled down to talk. "The wards help but what do I do Monday? It's a weak ward day! I am not sure I can handle much more!"
Pansy grinned and Draco knew she was about to say something completely outrageous. "I say we gather all the boys and bring them down here. We can always obliviate them afterwards."
Draco stared at her in horror. "What!"
"You know," Vince said slowly, "that might work."
"Oh, yes," Draco said with dry humor, "Pardon me but could you please come down to my house, which everyone else in this school is terrified of, to stand there and see if you are the mate of a soon to be mad Veela?"
They all chuckled but Blaise still had a thoughtful look on her face. "Draco, it really is a good idea. We won't get much sleep tonight but at least by morning time you will have your mate and the Madness won't be a problem."
"You're kidding, right?" Draco gave a short laugh, "of course you are. That idea is preposterous!"
They all stared quietly at him. They knew how to get him to come around to their way of thinking, they had been doing it to him for years.
"No," he stated firmly.
Still quietly staring.
"Absolutely not."
Staring.
"Guys?"
Silence.
"Do you think that would work?" He asked hesitantly. It was a measure of how much the need was affecting him that he even considered this crazy idea so quickly.
"It might." Greg said simply.
"Wouldn't it be easier if we snuck him into each of the common rooms? That way we would at least know which house we are working with." Pansy asked a thoughtful look on her face.
"No!" Draco exclaimed quickly. He felt his face flush, "it would not be a good thing if I left my room. The spikes are getting worse." He was so embarrassed. He knew that his inexperience had to do with being a Veela but he still didn't like the fact that his friends were more worldly about sex than he was. He refused to look at any of them and only looked up from his clasped hands when the first chuckle was heard. He snorted and then blushed furiously which only made his friends laugh louder.
"Wankers," he mumbled.
Greg patted him on the shoulder and said affectionately, "ponce."
Draco was highly affronted and glared at him. Just because his mate was a male did not make him a ponce. It was a good thing they were his friends, anyone else he would have hexed.
"Well," Pansy said decisively as she stood, "let's get this show on the road. Greg take Ravenclaw password is Omni Victorius, Vince take Hufflepuff password is Carpe Nictum, and Blaise and I will take Gryffindor. We will steal the little buggers right out of their beds." Pansy was Head Girl so she knew the passwords to each of the common rooms.
"Guys?" Draco said quietly before they could leave, "thanks."
They knew that if it had been any other situation he would never have said it out loud, that just wasn't the Malfoy way. They each nodded before they left him to compose himself.
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Harry walked, stunned, down the hall towards his room. He had been given a room to himself last year when his screams had kept his dorm mates up at night. He gave his password, Canis Major, and stepped in. He slowly made his way towards his bed and flopped down on it without bothering to remove his robes. A flick of his wrist and music filled the room, he snapped his fingers and the CD changed to his favorite concerto, Vivaldi's Spring from- The Four Seasons: Allegro, that always managed to lull him to sleep, something his tired mind needed in order to think about the news he had just heard. He wasn't sure if he believed what he had been told, it all sounded so out there that he just…couldn't believe it.
And if it was true? What would he do then? He groaned and flopped his head roughly on the pillow a couple of times before sighing loudly. He was dead. They were going to save Voldemort from getting his stinky, scaly, hands on him this year and kill him themselves. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe Dumbledore was wrong. And maybe that ice ball he wished in hell would actually not melt.
Damn, he was dead. Maybe he needed to update his will. He gave a short, terse, laugh and rolled over onto his stomach. There went all that work he had done over the summer. He just didn't see how he could be indifferent with everyone if he was going to have a Veela hanging around him every second. All that saving the world crap that he had to do was more important than being a Veela's mate.
Not in the mood to think about it anymore, the flopping around had made his head start to pound and his neck hurt, Harry doubled his Occulmency and stared at the ceiling. He could feel his face draw up in a scowl. Damnit! He was not going to be forced into anything with anyone. That had already been tried and he had nipped that real quick. Harry Potter belonged to Harry Potter. He had plans and dreams of his own and no Veela was going to take that away from him.
He brushed aside the tears of frustration that he hadn't known were there and rolled over onto his side, his preferred method of sleeping, and curled around his large pillow. Harry fell asleep with his mind filled with what he had just been told.
'And he had thought this couldn't be bad', was his last conscious thought.
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I KNOW BLAISE IS A GUY IN CANON. BUT THIS IS AU. AND IN MY AU, BLAISE IS A GIRL.
I am sorry for the lateness of this chapter. It was very rough for me to actually sit before the computer and write. I gave it the time I needed.
I do hope that you all like it. And check out the new chapter four. It has all of the little histories on it. Reading it all like that some of you may actually get where this is going.Please, check out my new story entitled 'Fool' and my new one shot 'The Place'. I hope that you like it.
Thank you to all that read and review.
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