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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 in book 6, 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 SEVEN

HISTORY OF VEELAS cont.

Veela Law has its own Courts, Lawyers, and Trials. No one, outside Veela and their mates, are ever defended by Veela Law. Veela Law precedes any other Magical Creature Law. If a claimed mate has need of Veela Law, he or she has full access to any and all aspects available to them.

Veela Court, however, is only for true Veela and the mate of a Lord or Lady. Like any other Court, Veela Court has its own intrigues and politics that must be learned. Most Mates do not attend a Veela Court unless they have been claimed for a good many years as it takes a long time to learn all of the right forms of address and conduct. No one has ever come to Veela Court that was not Veela or their alona.

Excerpt from : A Concise History of Veela and Other Magical Beings

By: Lona Cameron Scott Cunningham

Information courtesy of The Hogwart's Library

anno domini merlin 1967.

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By the time they reached the top of the stairs, Draco was completely held up by his best friends, Vincent and Greg. And he had resigned himself that his mate was a Gryffindor: actually, he couldn't care less as long as he found him-and quickly. He could not stand by himself and his body, all but where the other two had him firmly held and his face and neck, was invisible.

They could hear the shouting before they turned the corner towards where the old loony Headmaster was ushering them. Draco could only moan between his harsh pants for breath. His vision was now completely hazed over with red. He could feel the closeness of his mate but could not bring himself far enough out of the madness to acknowledge it. All around him he could see redness except for the bright light in the center. He struggled towards that light, he knew that that light was were he needed to be. The screams of the almost mad Veela were slowly making him lose his grip on his Human side.

The Slytherins came to an abrupt halt as they saw two-thirds of the Golden Trio standing outside a portrait. The red-head was pounding on the door and the Mudblood was wringing her hands and crying.

"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, what is the problem?" The Headmaster asked as he hurried down the rest of the hall to the door, leaving the Slytherins behind.

"Oh, Professor," Hermione cried out in relief at seeing him. "We can't get in. Something's happened, I just know it!"

Ron turned from pounding on the door and it was clear he was anxious for his friend. "We came to get him for breakfast, we heard him screaming and then there was a flash of light. Now, we can't get in!"

Draco moaned loudly. He didn't care who was on the other side of that light-door, whatever- he just knew it was his mate. The light flared faintly in time with a faint pulse he could now feel. The Veela in him knew that his mate was on the other side of that light and it was screaming at him to go to him. Between the screaming in his head, his own moans, the Weasel's yelling, the Mudblood's crying, and the faint pulse that was growing fainter, Draco was overwhelmed.

Dumbledore turned to the portrait and started casting the first of the many opening charms that he knew. He became worried when none of them managed to open the door.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron snarled at the Slytherins. He had heard Draco's moan and he was furious that they were in Gryffindor territory.

Hermione gasped as she took in the group. She tugged on Ron's arm, pulling him away from the door. She had heard rumors that Malfoy was a Veela and searching for his mate, but when she had not seen any indication of the search, she had dismissed them. Now, it was quite clear that the rumors had been true.

"Hermione! Stop it. We have to get in there, Harry's hurt." Ron yelled as he tried to get back to the door.

For once, Hermione showed considerable strength as she pulled Ron even further from the door. "Look at him, Ron!" She hissed at him.

Ron turned with a snarl that quickly turned into a yelp as he clearly saw Malfoy.

The older boy was back to being visible, though he was indistinct around the edges. His normally pale complexion was pasty white and he had two spots of color on his face, his bitten lip, that was still bleeding, and his eyes that were glowing a soft blue color. He was moaning and his two hulking dorm mates were clearly holding him up. The other two Slytherins, the girls, were looking at them both with guarded expressions.

Albus turned from the door, afraid of what he would see. He didn't want to have to explain to a furious Lord Malfoy why his son was dead.

"I can't open the door." He said, his usually twinkling eyes were dull.

Pansy snorted and moved to the door. She raised her wand and tried a few unlocking charms herself. Getting frustrated, she sent a searching spell, frowning when it came back negative.

"The door's not locked!" She exclaimed. She reached toward the frame to pull open the door before Ron or Hermione could stop her. She gave an unladylike shriek as the power threw her back against the other wall.

"We already tried that!" Hermione snapped as the other Slytherin, she thought the girls' name was Blaze or something like that, helped her up.

Draco moaned and everyone's attention turned to him. He weakly pulled at his arms and with a nod from Pansy the two boys let him go. He stumbled to the door and fell to his knees before it. He raised a shaking hand and before anyone could stop him he touched the portrait.

A soft light came from the portrait and engulfed the kneeling Veela. They all watched as Draco struggled to get to his feet, still surrounded by the light. A commotion down the hall heralded the arrival of Lord Malfoy. He ignored everyone to go stand behind his son.

Lucius was scared when he saw how far gone his son was. "Draco?" He called softly, trying not to startle him.

Draco turned when he heard his father's voice. He smiled a beautiful smile, as only a Veela that had found its mate, could do.

"He's in there." Draco smiled again but then he frowned, "but he's hurt."

Lucius knew that the two needed to be together, and soon, or the consequences could be serious. He placed his hands on his shaking son's shoulders and turned him towards the door. He knew the significance of where they were and who was here with them. He had seen the two Gryffindors standing there, along with the Headmaster, and he didn't have to guess too many times about who was on the other side of the door.

He steadied his son as the shaking Veela reached out to open the door. When it was wide enough the two men slipped inside. Lucius knew that his son's friends would keep the others out until the claiming was over. Lucius didn't particularly want to see his son's claiming but he knew that he was the only thing keeping the distraught Veela moving.

They passed through a comfortable enough looking living room into a spacious bedroom. Draco was whimpering now and Lucius wasn't sure he would stay cognizant enough to make it to his mate. They heard the water running in the bathroom and Lucius pushed his son towards the open door.

He couldn't stop his own gasp at the sight of The Boy Who Lived, lying in the shower, naked, a horrible gash high on his right cheek that was bleeding into the bottom of the shower and flowing down the drain. Draco moaned horribly and gave a little hiccup as he fell to his knees.

The Veela crawled into the shower and gathered his mate into his arms. Lucius turned the water off and watched as his son wrapped himself around the one person that he knew would allow Draco to be whom he could be. Lucius knew the young man his son was holding very well. In fact, he had been working with him closely for the last few months. He smiled down at his son and his mate as he watched over them.

Draco didn't register who was before him until he had him in his arms. As it was it didn't really matter to him. It was as if he knew all along that it would be him. Who else could it have been? Honestly. No one Draco knew would be able to keep up with him, power wise and intelligence wise. The boy in his arms would. It was as if the Veela had come home. Draco sighed as the screaming started to fade and he knew that the madness, though not stopped, would cease until the claim was either accepted or denied. He kissed the injured cheek and watched in satisfaction at the slow healing that had begun. He pulled his cloak around him, trying to cover up his mate's nakedness.

He grew concerned when the other boy didn't immediately wake up. He looked to his father with worried eyes. He growled slightly when his father raised his wand but allowed him to cast the diagnostic spell.

Lucius frowned at what he found out. "He has lost a lot of blood, Draco. We must get him to the infirmary."

Draco snarled and wrapped himself more tightly around the other boy. His mate was hurt and his own father wanted to take him away. "No."

Lucius frowned at his son. He knew well the Veelian urge to protect their bedine from anything that could possibly hurt them. But Harry needed to go to the infirmary. "Son, he needs help."

Draco shook his head and if possible drew Harry closer to him. "Bring here," Draco's voice was rough from his earlier screaming.

With a sigh, Lucius cast a drying charm on them both and then levitated them to the bed. Draco thanked him quietly as he lay beside his mate. Draco slowly lifted the blanket and tucked it around Harry's naked form. He began to croon to him softly, a song that Lucius knew well. It was a children's song about a Dragon and the one that conquered him. Narcissa had sung that same song to Draco as he grew up and he knew that it was his son's favorite.

Lucius started when Harry moaned and his eyes flickered open. The green depths were dazed but they stared at Draco with comprehension.

"Ain A?" Harry whispered before he shuddered and his eyes closed again. His body melted into the one holding him so tenderly.

Draco lifted his teary eyes to his father's and smiled. "Go," he whispered before turning his attention back to the boy in his arms. He knew they would have a rough road ahead, but he was looking forward to the journey.

Lucius stood for a moment and watched Draco try and comfort his sleeping mate. The last time he had felt such fear for his son was the day that Narcissa, his reason for living, had gone into premature labor. He thanked all the Gods everyday that they had both survived. He had been surprised when Draco had not been sent his Hogwart's letter the year he turned eleven. Looking at his son now, he saw the reason why. All Veela children, like human wizards, were listed in a book that was kept at Veela Court under the watchful eye of the Mela, the Priests and Priestess' of Shialla. On a Veela child's tenth birthday, it was decided what school that child would attend based on what the book said about their potential mates. This did explain why Draco had to wait a year and why he was the first Malfoy to not attend Durmstrang in over a hundred years.

Though there had been animosity between the two for many years, he felt confident that all would go well between his son and his bedine. With all that he had found out about the boy his son was about to claim, Lucius was without fear for them both.

As he stepped into Harry's common room, a portrait that he had missed in the corner, crashed open. His wand was in his hand and pointed at the person who hurried through the opening. A startled Professor Sinistra stopped as she saw the wand pointed at her chest.

"Lord Malfoy?" She asked as she looked around frantically. "Where's Harry?"

"My son's mate is hurt and Draco is with him in the bedroom." Lucius said slowly. He knew that Harry was very close to a teacher here but had not had any inkling that it was she. He wanted to see just how far her concern for him went.

"Hurt?" Sinistra could not stop the worry from being heard in her voice or seen on her face. She loved Harry as if he were her own son and knowing he had been hurt was killing her. She heard, and filed for later use, the fact that Harry seemed to be the mate of one of the strongest Veela families that there ever was.

"He will be fine. In fact, I am on my way to request Draco's friends, to go and request Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape's assistance. Draco and Harry's friends are waiting outside with the Headmaster." Lucius had lowered his wand but had yet to put it away. He was still leery of leaving the two boys in her presence.

"Professor Snape….I am not sure that is a good idea." She didn't want to tell him what to do but he did need to be aware of Harry's hatred for the man in question.

"I know of Harry's feelings towards him, but he is not the Potion's Master of a school this size without a reputation to hold up to it. Even with Dumbledore's backing."

Sinistra heard what he hadn't said. He knew that Severus was a spy. With a small nod to show that she understood what had not been said, she turned to the couch and with a wave of her wand, conjured tea. Sitting on a chair that was obviously familiar to her, she motioned for him to continue. She didn't like how the Headmaster sometimes treated Harry so she wasn't as forthcoming with information as she might have been in any other situation. She knew quite a bit about Veela Law and knew that if Harry accepted Draco's claim, then Dumbledore was out of the picture. She vowed that she would do everything she could to convince Harry to say yes.

Knowing that they all would be safe until he got back, Lucius let himself out of the room with only a curt nod in her direction. He was met by many anxious faces.

"Where is Harry? What has that git done to him?" Ron yelled as soon as the elder Malfoy closed the door behind him. Though Hermione had a firm grip on his arm, she couldn't stop his mouth.

"You show your upbringing, Mr. Weasley." Lucius said coolly, his frame stiff and disapproval clear on his aristocratic face. He watched as the boy flushed but didn't back down.

"Please, sir," Lucius turned to Pansy, "is he okay?" Lucius looked at his son's friends and was once again proud of them all. None of them showed how they really felt, managing to keep their masks in place.

"They will be fine: however, Mr. Potter has lost a considerable amount of blood from falling and hurting himself in the shower." Before he could even finish, Pansy had sent Vincent and Gregory off with a flick of her hand. Lucius knew that the boys were on their way to the infirmary and then to the dungeons. The required personnel, and potions, would be there quickly.

"Mr. Malfoy," the Headmaster tried to keep the anger out of his voice but it was apparent to the Slytherins, the Gryffindors were as oblivious as ever, "when will we be able to check on Mr. Potter ourselves?"

"Possibly not for a while." Was all that the elder Malfoy said. As a Veela Lord he was well aware what his rights were and the rights of his son. And the Headmaster knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He had a sinking feeling that he was about to lose the last hold he had on Harry.

Lucius was worried, though he didn't let that show to the others, with Harry unconscious and unable to accept or deny the bond, his son was in limbo. The madness would be kept at bay, as long as he had close contact with Harry while he was unconscious. It was when The Boy Who Lived woke that the questions they all asked themselves would be answered.

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Lucius glanced up when he heard the rapid footsteps approaching. He schooled his face into a polite smile when the Medi-witch, Madam Pomfrey, rounded the corner talking quietly with Greg. He nodded to her but declined from speaking until the Potion's Master arrived. He knew that Harry hated the man but Lucius had known him his entire life and though the man was cold and indifferent to others, Lucius knew that he was a good Potion's Master and could have been an excellent Medi-wizard if not for his association with Voldemort. For some reason, he, The Dark Lord, didn't want Severus to finish his internship at St. Mungo's and had him concentrate on potion making. Severus had been bitter since then.

The Malfoy Lord ignored Dumbledore's attempts to ask him questions about Harry's condition. As Draco's father, he now had control of Harry until he either accepted or denied the claim. And Lucius decided that he would exercise Veela Law and Draco's right to claim to the fullest extent. Anything to keep Harry out of Dumbeldore's clutches. He laughed to himself, when Dumbledore finally realized that the last claim he had on Harry was gone, he wanted to be there to see his face. The manipulative old man wouldn't know what hit him.

He had no doubt that, once awake, Harry would accept the claim. After all, he knew him very well.

Suddenly the Slytherin seventh years, who had ignored the arguing Gryffindors, turned at once to point their wands towards the end of the hallway where running footsteps could be heard.

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I hope that you forgive me for the wait. My laptop crashed and I had to wait for it to get fixed.

I have found the most incredible story. I have not read anything like it. I absolutely LOVE it. It is called Growing Pains by SensiblyTainted and it is here on FFN. It is on my favorites. I encourage everyone to go read it. It is amazing.

Also, in other news, I have decided to re-post 'I Understand'. It will not be soon but I will re-post it within the next few months. Give me time to get over my anger.

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