Title: The Real Reasons

Summary: Draco Malfoy: Veela. Harry Potter: Mate of said Veela. Oh this is going to be fun!

Disclaimer: Not mine, okay? Don't sue me I'm totally povo.

A/N: OHEMGEE. Two chapters left!

Indeed, Harry did scream out in shock, but when the Death Eaters turned to look at him he had his wand raised in a defensive position. Lupin and a few odd members of the DA stood behind him.

"Luna, keep to the left. Show them how good you've gotten at the extreme jelly legs curse. Neville, go over to the right and get those guys attacking Zonko's…Oh shit! Never mind, I'll get Zonko's. You guys take down the middle flank!" Harry shouted his orders and then ran off into Zonko's where two masked men were throwing people out of a window into the path of a cruciatus-performing woman who was laughing maniacally.

"Rookwood, let go of my mate." Surprised at his own voice, Harry took a tentative step forward. He used Rookwood's surprise to grab Draco from his grip and Harry placed him defensively behind his back.

"Still playing the hero, Potter?"

Whipping around to look Bellatrix Lestrange right in the eye, Harry said "I'm only protecting what is mine."

"It's a shame you couldn't protect my lovely cousin." Harry lunged at Bellatrix.

Side stepping him easily, Bellatrix swept imaginary dust off of her cloak.

"You're still too young and toovolatile. If you'd let the Dark Lord help you get that temper of yours under control, maybe you'd be a better fighter." Scowling deeply Harry got up, planning to make a second attack. Before he could, Bellatrix was being knocked back by something big and feathery with very sharp claws.

The last Harry saw of Bellatrix was her head being clawed before, suddenly, she was grabbed by Rookwood and they apparated out of Hogsmeade.

Watching the huge, feathery thing turn back into Draco was one of Harry's weirdest experiences. The dark blue feathers that covered his arms, legs and torso slowly began to retract back into their respective places just as a man with short, black hair and gray eyes walked in.

Draco was staring intently at Harry, waiting for some sort of praise for his rescue of sorts. Harry pointed dimly at the man and Draco's breath hitched.

"Where is my son?" The man had a hypnotizing quality in his voice, almost like you had to listen to him.

Harry gestured to Draco, who was standing behind the door.

After a cup of coffee, and a lot of explaining, Harry and Draco parted with Regulus Black.

Regulus had told them that his family was the one carrying the veela gene. Once it had been surmised that Lucius was his mate, the Black family was disgusted. They quickly married another cousin of the Black family, Narcissa Black, into the Malfoy family but not before Lucius had become pregnant. A death was then staged by Lucius and Regulus to keep close without any family interference. Today, Voldemort had found out about their spying. With no further need to hide himself, Regulus revealed his identity to his son.

Curled up in bed later, Draco contemplated the days distressing events. The shock on Harry's face when Draco transformed was evident. But another emotion was placed there as well. The calming feel of Harry's hands on his back and hip soon made him stop thinking, and promising himself to write a letter to his blonde haired father tomorrow, Draco closed his eyes.

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