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Chapter 2: Horrifying News

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Harry walked towards his Veela classroom feeling uneasy. After all, it wasn't like this was September. The class had mostly likely been going on for the past few weeks, as it was already nearing November, and Harry was dreading the awkward hour that was to come where he was the only one in class unaware of what was going on.

It was much to his surprise, then, when he entered the classroom and saw that Dumbledore had not arrived yet; however, the board had writing on it, which read "Welcome To Your First Day Of Veela Class!". Harry turned to Hermione, who had already taken her seat, confusion plainly written on his face.

"How is this the first day of Veela class? It's already been weeks since school started!"

Hermione didn't bother turning around, choosing instead to stare at the doorway. She shrugged, and her tone indicated just how bored she was of this conversation.

"It's called magic, Harry."

Harry turned to Ron, confused as to what was happening. He then noticed that Ron was already busy. There seemed to be a mini feast spread around his desk. British and American candies, magical and muggle, filled the area around him, and Ron was biting off a large piece of a huge chicken leg. Upon seeing Harry's bewildered stare, Ron wiped his mouth and spoke.

"Bloody hell, mate! Just wait for class to start, I'm sure it'll answer all your questions… Mate!"

Harry groaned, running a hand through his hair. Just as he was about to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare, he saw a familiar flash of white blond hair as Malfoy strutted up to where the three Gryffindors were sitting.

"Malfoy? You're a Veela- as in, your blood isn't as clean as you boasted it was? What happened to ultimate pureblood supremacy?"

Malfoy, in a decidedly un-Malfoy-ish manner, ignored Harry and turned to face Hermione, a look on his face that seemed to be… adoring?

"Hermione, my dearest, I think it's only fair to tell you that I already know who my mate is. You see, every Malfoy finds out who their mate is the day they turn seventeen, and that very conveniently happened to be yesterday, even though my birthday is on June 5th most years. But that's not what's important. I have come here to profess my love for you!"

Hermione turned red, but Harry was sure it was from anger. After all, why would Hermione be blushing? He then looked at Malfoy's companions. Instead of just having Crabbe and Goyle, it seemed that Blaise Zabini had joined the crew as well.

"Zabini? You're a Veela too? Merlin, how many Veelas are there in this school?"

Ron snorted and answered Harry's question, even though it had been posed to the Slytherin.

"Almost everyone, mate. Bloody hell!"

Harry ignored his friend and just looked at Zabini, wondering if the boy had heard him.

"Well, the thing is, Potter, I'm not a Veela."

"So why are you even in this class?"

Zabini shuddered, for some reason. He then only uttered one word.

"Dumbledore."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the Slytherin. After all, it was strange that the boy hadn't taken the opportunity to insult Harry yet. Anyway, he looked traumatized as it was, so there wasn't any need to provoke him.

Just as Harry finished thinking that thought, Dumbledore entered the room, his eyes twinkling stronger than usual. Within a second everyone was calmly seated and all conversation had ceased.

"Hello, students! Welcome to your first day of Veela class!"

Harry raised his arm, and spoke when Dumbledore nodded at him.

"I'm sorry, professor, but I just don't understand. Why is this the first class? It's almost November!"

"Well, we couldn't start this class without you being in it, could we?"

"So you only started having class… once I knew I was a Veela?"

"That is correct."

"So why didn't you tell me before school started, or on the first day of class?"

Dumbledore chuckled, and turned to face the class.

"Does anyone have an answer for Mr. Potter? Yes, Ms. Granger."

Hermione turned to face Harry, an angry look on her face.

"It's magic, Harry, stop questioning it! And stop interrupting class time!"

Harry sunk lower into his seat, a resigned look on his face as Dumbledore continued to speak to the class.

"Now, today you will be finding out who your mates are. I am aware that some of you may already know, but I ask that you participate, just for the fun of it. Also because this is the only lesson plan I could think of, and I don't want you to just sit there for an hour. "

Malfoy smirked and turned to face Hermione. He obnoxiously winked, and Hermione reddened again. In anger, of course.

"Now, the test is very simple. You take a normal cauldron and say the very mystical and magical sounding words that I have written on the board. They are: findus my matus. Don't worry about knowing what they mean. It's very old Latin, and it only matters that you pronounce them correctly. You must utter the incantation three times, very slowly, and then stare at your cauldron in an intimidating manner. It will then start to glow for reasons unknown, and on the very bottom, you will see written the name of your mate."

Zabini raised his hand, a terrified yet hopeful look on his face. Dumbledore faced him, a delighted smile forming.

"Yes, my dear boy?"

Zabini shuddered before speaking, seeming to move his chair away from the professor.

"How accurate are these tests? I mean, isn't there the slightest chance that they're faulty?"

"None at all, my very, very dear boy."

Zabini's gulp was very audible as he meekly continued, his voice subdued.

"But let's say, for example, that a male Veela gets the name of another male in his cauldron. It wouldn't make sense, would it? I mean, don't Veela mates exist to ensure that Veelas produce heirs and the race lives on? If the Veela can't produce any children with its mate, the system is faulty!"

"The test is never wrong, my oh so dear boy, and you would do well to keep that in mind."

Harry was quite sure that Zabini's eyes were filled with tears upon hearing this. He shrugged, though, not really caring why the Slytherin was acting so strangely. After all, everyone was off today. It must have been the weather.

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Harry stared at his cauldron with as much intimidation as possible, having already repeated the spell three times. Just as he was beginning to get bored, a small glow came from the cauldron, and he saw letters at the bottom. They read…

Draco Malfoy?

The rest of the students in the classroom had to cover their ears for the next minute, in vain trying to ignore the loud and rather girlish scream of horror that had come from the mouth of the Boy-Who-Lived.

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Malfoy? How could it be Malfoy? Harry hated the prick! And anyway, wasn't Malfoy supposedly the mate of Hermione? This was almost as scarring as when Hagrid had sent Harry a letter saying only:

"By the way, my mate is Charlie Weasley."

These bloody Veela systems were too complicated, anyway. Harry tried to ignore the pressing matter at hand, and turned to his redheaded friend.

"Who'd you get, Ron?"

"Bloody hell, mate, I got Lavender Brown."

"Really?"

"Really, mate. Bloody hell!"

Harry turned around to face Luna as Ron took a large bite of a Chocolate Frog.

"Oh, hello Luna! I didn't see you earlier today. You're a Veela, too?"

"Hello, Harry. Yes, the author hadn't remembered me until just now, so that's why you didn't see me."

"Err… what author?"

"Oh, stop joking around Harry. The author, you know? But to answer your question, I got Blaise Zabini. Do you know who that is? I've never heard of him."

"Zabini? Good luck, Luna. He's that terrified looking Slytherin sitting next to Malfoy. Wait a minute… I could have sworn he was black when he came into class half an hour ago! Why is he suddenly Italian?"

"Oh, I know him! He was an Italian girl last year, I think. Yes, it was quite a shock to us all when we discovered that he was actually an African male. He sometimes turns Italian, though, poor boy. I think he's still traumatized by the change. He still can't make up his mind as to what he wants to be. I think I'll go talk to him."

Harry watched Luna skip away towards her mate, a peaceful smile on her face. Before she could reach him, she accidentally bumped into Dumbledore. He smiled and waved away her apology before asking who her mate was. She responded, and suddenly a change came over Dumbledore. He was no longer smiling. In fact, he looked furious, his eyes no longer twinkling. He seemed to suddenly grow taller and more fearsome as he stared at the unshaken young Ravenclaw.

"Blaise Zabini?"

His voice was frightening, louder than Harry had ever heard it.

"Impossible! Blaise Zabini is my mate! We are destined to be together!"

Luna looked over to the boy in question, an eyebrow raised in polite concern.

"Oh dear. It seems the poor boy's fainted. He's had quite a day, hasn't he?"

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It was a few minutes of horror before Harry remembered that he had never asked Hermione who her mate was. He found her after a few seconds of searching, and asked her. She looked up from her book, Hogwarts: A History- for that was all Hermione ever seemed to read, despite being a bookworm- and closed it before answering.

"Crookshanks."

Harry's jaw fell, and it was a few seconds of painful stammering before he could speak.

"B-b-but… how?"

Hermione scoffed, opening her book again as she replied in a bored tone.

"It's magic, Harry. Honestly."

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So… That's Chapter 2! I know this took a long time to update, and I'm really sorry. I actually had it half written before I left on vacation three or so weeks ago, but by accident my dad deleted it and then I had to rewrite it once we came back from France. So I'm sorry about that one. But on the bright side, Chapter 3 will be up quite soon, since it's practically finished! Oh, I've decided that this story will only be three chapters long. It's not going to be short because I don't enjoy writing it- I most certainly do. It's just that I don't know how entertaining it would be to read chapters upon chapters of what is essentially a horrible and quite mocking Veela fic with everyone being quite OOC. Oh, and I'd feel horrible for poor old Blaise Zabini to suffer through so many chapters of Dumbledore's… affections. I actually started this story planning for everyone in Hogwarts to be a Veela, and for their mates to all be Blaise Zabini, but then I felt bad for the little bugger.

Anyway, I'll stop rambling.

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