Key for the chapters:
Thoughts are in single quote marks '-'
Parseltongue is single.
Regular speech is between "-"
Writingis single.
Mind connections count as Thoughts.
Being in Parsel-form counts as Parseltongue.
Writing includes notes, essays, and using wands to draw letters in the air like Tom Riddle did in the original series, Book 2, Chamber of Secrets.
Legillimency and Occulamency will be bold italics.
Spoken languages will be Regular Speech in italics. Example: "Buono, mio bello." (Good, my beautiful)
Chapter One: Birthday Surprises - Unknown
Neville Longbottom sat on the edge of his bed the day of his sixteenth birthday, watching as his skin turned an even paler shade of white and then began to glitter with a light lavender colour. He wondered why until he saw a patch of scales covering the insides of his forearms.
"Mum?" he called. "Dad?"
"Yes, Nev?" his mother Alice asked, worrying as she walked into his room. "What's the matter, luv?" His father Frank followed behind, going through a list of creatures his son could have inherited from.
Neville lifted his arm and twisted it to show his mother and father the scales. Frank nodded and told him to take off his shirt. He did, and turned around. On his shoulder blades were two angry red bulges that didn't seem to be affecting the teen at all.
"Nev, you're going to have to stop fighting the pain if you're feeling any." Frank advised. "Your wings are fighting to get out, and it will only damage them to refuse it."
"I haven't been fighting it, dad." Neville informed him. "I've been trying to push them out, actually."
"We'll get your cousin in here to look at them, then." Frank said, mentally going picking Draken off the list. Alice nudged her husband and glanced at Neville as he turned around; Frank picked Light Veela off his list, as well. Getting a good look at his scales, he was wary of declaring his son a Submissive male. The scales were lightly coloured and in small patches.
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Luna Lovegood woke up with a soft whimper a month after her fifteenth birthday (or so she believed), to be sporting two large, feather-covered wings of a bright teal colour. She raised her hands and screeched; she had claws! A-and her arms were covered in a thick scale-covered layer of skin!
Her daddy Xeno raced in, only to scream and race back out.
She screeched again, terrified of the change. She shouldn't be getting her inheritance till next year!
'Help!' she whimpered, curling into a ball. Her wings perceived she wanted to be hidden, and so curled around her body to protect her from any threat that might have been there in her weak moment.
'What am I?' she thought, tears slipping from her eyes down her pale, satin-like cheek.
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Sirius Black and Remus Lupin jerked awake in their respective rooms and beds at the almost inhuman screech coming from Harry Potter's bedroom down the hall at Black Manor. The werewolf was the first there, and was treated to the large black and angry-red form of a fully matured Draken male, whose wings reached a full span of 26 feet in length from tip-to-tip. The screech he let out was a warning, knowing without really knowing that an intruder and threat was there. Remus could tell his godson was fighting his new instincts.
Sirius was the next person there, and he gasped at seeing his son's form. He was bloody huge! At his presence, the male calmed a bit, and turned around. Sirius and Remus jumped back at the glowing red iris' that looked at them. They saw his scales, and Remus began thinking of what he knew about male Draken. It wasn't much, but he inched his way out from in front of Sirius, only to push the dark haired man into the room.
"Remus!" the Lord Black hissed, turning to face his best friend. Sirius' human body began ripping and tearing in places as his own Draken fought to free itself. Mated but alone, he knew the Dominant Draken that was his son would recognize both his and James' scent on him. He hoped.
"He won't hurt his daddy. He'll recognize your scent enough to calm down and shift back." Remus answered, holding his hands up in a placating gesture to the male Draken who had moved to stand behind the unsuspecting Sirius.
Remus watched as Harry leaned down to sniff Sirius' hair, and then his shoulder. Harry bumped his nose against Sirius' shoulder, startling the man into turning around and stumbling backwards a few steps.
Harry now reached at least eight feet in height, to match his large wingspan, and, despite the main colour-scheme being black, had what looked to be silver Tribal tattoos covering his arms, chest and back.
Sirius took a tentative step forward, holding his hand out to his son. Harry crouched down in acceptance, and tilted his head, showing he hadn't meant to frighten what he now knew to be his bearer, his papa. In fact, he simply shifted back to being the tan-skinned, skinny-to-the-bone, rag-tag mutt he'd always been. Granted, he was nude, but still.
He gave a weary smile before he passed out cold and fell into a graceless heap on the floor. Sirius rushed forward with a rueful smile back at his friend.
"Moony, we need to go shopping."
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Narcissa Malfoy nee Black stood with her back to her bed, watching the moon out of her window. Her dresser drawers were open, and her clothes were scattered. Three nights ago, Draco had come into his final inheritance, and Lucius had told her to leave. She'd been kicked out of the Manor and all Malfoy properties. However, she had been given money for a room at the Leaky Cauldron.
The boy-child she'd raised as her own was now a creature! A Draken with Veela mixed into the bunch!
Draco was, now more than ever, beautiful. Truly beautiful, with his silky white hair and pale-milky-white skin. It felt like satin, so dangerously seductive and shimmering with sparkles. His eyes, a normal ice-cold grey had melted into the perfect mixture of Blue with grey specks. His cheekbones, if possible, raised a quarter of an inch higher and his lips had filled out just a bit more. His hips had widened, letting Lucius and Severus know they had given birth to a Submissive Draken. His wings, however, were the best part.
They reached a wingspan of 12 and a half feet long, and were covered in a scheme of blue coloured scales. On the outside edge, the scales were so dark, they could be mistaken for black; They melted inwards until the inner-most scales were just the lightest shade of blue to be found.
He had screeched like a Veela and then whined, whimpered and roared like a Draken, provoking Lucius into his Veela body, and Severus into his own Dominant Draken form. When the pair had calmed him down enough so he was in his human body again, they gave him the news.
He hadn't taken it well. Oh, not the mate part. He was completely fine with that.
He'd thrown a tantrum at being a submissive.
Cissa chuckled softly.
'Oh, Lucius…'
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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office at midnight of August third, observing the globes of all the new Creature inheritances. He was thoughtful and had a grim look on his old withered face, his bright blue eyes twinkling but with a sadness at the very core. He sighed, watching Harry being placed in his bed by his papa Sirius; he turned to see Ron Weasley being doused with a bucket of water to put out the flames of his hair; Luna Lovegood was being cradled by her daddy Xeno on their couch as she cried; Draco Malfoy was held between his two parents; Neville sat with his father, who was explaining Drakens while his mother hovered near by; Blaise watched as his mother instructed him on using the shadows, while another dark boy stood nearby watching with his arms folded. Pansy Parkinson was being held down by her two older brothers as she thrashed around, her Demon form abnormally strong even against her two brothers. Daphne Greengrass knelt on the ground crying, angelic wings curled around her body.
This was the largest number of Creature Inheritances since Voldemort's time at Hogwarts, Albus was sure! And worst of all, his weapon wasn't supposed to gain an inheritance!
'Well,' he grumbled to himself, 'As soon as he's away from Black and Lupin, I can give him those suppressors and get him back on track.'
Fawkes heard bits and pieces of the Headmaster's thoughts. The man was so deep in his mind, he didn't hear the soft, sad trill Fawkes sang before he burnt himself.
The Phoenix appeared at Black Manor, in Harry's bedroom to await his True Bondmate's arrival.
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Lucius and Severus watched their son as he paced, his wings flexing every now and again in his anger. The Veela and the Draken were nervous, waiting for the next explosion.
"Papa, I want the potions." Draco announced, swirling on his feet to glance at the pair. Severus frowned.
"Why?"
"I don't want to be Draken! I don't care if I'm a creature! I should be a pureblooded Wizard! Not some blasted chicken!" he pouted. Lucius laughed softly.
"You are not a chicken, child. You are half Veela and half Draken. You are a Submissive male, and from the looks of your wings, your Draken has already chosen your mate for you."
"What?"
"Your wings are settling into their colour, Dragon." Lucius raced the sensitive scales, smirking as his child shivered from the contact. 'Just like Severus,' he thought fondly. "You also have your markings, as well. Come look, Severus. They're a light green right now, but when you have found your mate, they'll turn darker to let other Dominants know you have been claimed by your true-mate."
"Listen to your father, Dragon." Severus added quietly, gently inspecting a mark on his shoulder. "You will have many a Dominant vying for your attention while your unmated, but once your mated, only the foolish or the stupid will try to attract you out of your mates thrall." He glanced at Draco's face, a mixture of shock and surprise. "You have a mixture of my own markings, telling who your Sire is, a mix of your mates markings, letting people you have a mate but are unclaimed, and one or two specialized markings for your bearer. Once these settle, Lucius will gain a few in the exact same position as yours. The markings we share will be the same colour when you have accepted your mate and consummated the relationship."
"What about my Veela?" he frowned.
"You will have the allure." Lucius informed him. "It's in case your mate happens to disagree with the match and attempts to refuse you. You can use it, but then for Draken, it accounts to rape and you can be killed for it, if you are a Dominant. A submissive, though, have no problem with their mate accepting them. The biggest rivals can turn into the most passionate lovers."
"Remember Sirius Black and James Potter, Lucius?" Severus asked, mostly offhanded as he examined his son. The blonde made a sound of agreement. "They had a son, I believe. I think he was stillborn, wasn't he?"
"I can't remember. I do, however, remember Lily Evans being pregnant your last year. A boy-child, as well, wasn't it?" Severus nodded, hugging his son from behind.
"Do you know what ever happen to the child?"
"I believe she got rid of it." Severus responded, turning to face his mate at last. "She was afraid Potter was going to reject her if she had a child."
"True." Lucius turned thoughtful. Draco shook his head, and concentrated on shifting back. It was painful, and took half an hour with his dads cheering him on and coaching him through it, but he did it.
Exhausted, he fell into his bed and didn't even bother undressing himself.
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A/U:
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