Disclaimer: Same as the rest. Not ever going to be mine.

Continuing...

It was after dinner that day when Harry was called to the Headmaster's office. Not exactly uncommon so it gave him no worries. Besides few ever were called up the Headmaster because of problems. Usually it was actually something good, but he wasn't exactly in the mood for chatting tonight, and was bone tired. He had been researching the animagus idea he thought of for most of the day, and then he'd gone to dueling practice for two hours which always drained him. He was ready for Sunday. It was the one day that people could relax around the Academy, and go do things they were interested in.

Not that it would ever look that way to outsiders he thought with a smirk. Sunday's were reserved for different club activities, which meant that he was usually booked all day. Starting with Quidditch at ten, dueling club at noon, then animagus and parseltongue club meeting in the afternoon. Was tiring actually, and Harry usually thought of it as a normal school day except for uniforms. Sunday's uniforms were known as "casual Crescenzo" according to Trighton, and gave the students just the tiniest amount of flexibility in their' wardrobe. Dark slacks still required, but any bottom down solid colored silk fabric would do.

Yeah lots of flexibility, Harry thought with a smirk. He remembered the day he had tried to get away with plaid, wondering what the reaction was going to be. Needless to say his plaid shirt was now grey, and silk, and button down. The plaid had lasted ten minutes before Trighton had seen it from his window. It had caused a good laugh though.

Harry followed the stairs up to Trighton's office and entered with a brief knock on the door. His headmaster was reading a journal behind his desk.

"Headmaster," Harry said respectfully, clasping his hands behind his back and feet together in proper fashion. Trighton nodded and waved to Harry's chair in cue to sit.

Harry was used to the headmaster's probing stare, but it continued for quite some time and Harry knew there was something out of the normal now. He didn't panic or show the slightest bit of hesitation, but inside he was interested.

Finally, after long minutes the headmaster folding his hands on his desk and decided to get down to the point.

"Kyler, do you remember finding out that your father a couple generations back had a veela in the family?"

Harry nodded affirmative and simply waited for the headmaster to continue. Trighton was never one to need more then a few words, and when he wanted and answer or words from Kyler he simply asked a question.

"Well actually it has nothing to do with what I am about to tell you, but I am hoping that you did your research on the veela because my boy it is about to come in handy. Or useful, a better word might in fact be useful."

Harry was getting the tiniest bit impatient now. Usually Trighton spit out bad news and just got it over with.

"You know usually Kyler I don't allow visitors in the school however a few weeks ago I received a letter from a rather high ranked, social and wealthy, family. You see their son inherited some veela characteristics from his father. Really he is only a small percentage veela, so he does not actually transform, but he does feel many of the other aspects. Including the mating heat. The draining that comes from a prolonged time period from when a person's veela characteristics start to show in phenotypic form and not just genotypic, and the time they find their' mate. He also shows signs of having a mental link with his biologically chosen mate. Are you following so far?"

Harry only gave a smirk in a return. This was not rocket science and he did know the basics about veelas, more importantly what happened when a person had small amounts of it in their' genetics as he did.

"Marvelous, moving along, I invited the family here for a few moments to let their son sniff the air if you will. However I entered his mind as soon as he got here and stayed in it, to find something rather extraordinary. I found from our brief meeting that I liked the young man. He's a dominant veela, a little on the rough side, but still I found myself liking him. He's in not bad or overly dominant as I have seen some veelas be, just a little more aggressive. Expected considering his family as well, though he could use someone to bring him down a few notches. Which I'm certain will happen. I had cleansed the room of scent beforehand, in case of the alternative, but found myself removing the scent masking all together after a time. The young man almost collapsed sadly. He's gone more then a year with out his mate so was to be expected. By the end of our meeting I was able to use camera parchment and show him a little of his mate, then sent them off with the promise I would speak to his biological mate and we would take it from there." Trighton finished with a sigh. He knew he had glossed over a lot of things, but when he looked back on the meeting, almost everything said and done seemed of importance.

Looking to his Harry though he saw the boy was deep in thought. There was no shock, or anger on his face, just deep thinking. The boy was smart enough that Trighton knew Harry would match the reason for being called to the office, with the story eventually. It was best though that his mind work it out at its own speed, and not for Trighton to just hand him this life altering information on a platter with a "here ya go" phrase, and tell Harry to deal with it. The mind worked at its own pace.

So he sat and watched as Harry worked it out in his head for a few moments. Finally though Harry looked up with a quite a serious look in his eyes.

"I don't suppose there is a way out of this or you would have already mentioned it right?"

Trighton only smiled kindly at the young man and shook his head.

No way out, not like Harry had expected there to be, but at least the question was asked and done with. Nature, he decided in that moment, better know what the fuck she was doing. He wasn't mad, since there really was no point to it. There was nothing to be mad at, no person had acted wrongly, and he couldn't very well wish the young man, who ever he was, to hell. He felt like he might be going to hell at this point, but that was another pointless thought.

This thoughts had also immediately zeroed in on the little fact that Trighton said "man." As in xy chromosome, testosterone, and phallus and well, man. He had never actually gone into that realm before, he knew many people did in the school but it wasn't something that he had. Frankly he had no idea how he felt about that but put it into the category of things he would have to sort out later in his mind.

Not that it would matter, he reminded himself, because if the reputation of the allure veelas had was even only half true then it wasn't like he would have a real option. Well, he guessed it was an option, but not one his hormones or body would take. Veelas knew their' mates from the specific mates scent, and in return it was recently discovered that veelas gave off a sort of hormone that while attracted everybody in radius, it also played havoc with the actual mate and had the effect that they wouldn't resist the veela. Basically it was attraction taken to a whole new level. Veela and their mates usually never had a chemistry problem in a relationship, but more from the aggressive nature of the veela, which Kyler knew he would take exception too. Overbearing people ended up flat on their' asses in his presence. Merlin, he thought again, nature should have a book of explanations for him.

Harry finally glanced at his Headmaster, who was calmly drinking a calming herbal tea, and sitting in front of Harry was a cup as well. He didn't think he needed it but took the help anyway, and started to sip. Harry knew Trighton was waiting on him to finish thinking.

"Alright, so who is he and more importantly what danger does he pose?"

Trighton put his tea down and gathered his thoughts for a few seconds. Honesty, he would always give it to his students no matter what.

"Well I personally think the second question should be dealt with first, and I do not believe the risk is outstanding. Latest information I have received is that although the Order looks for you, most do believe that you are deceased. The young veela is a student there which is potentially problematic though. You certainly don't speak like you are English, nor do you look it anymore. And the scar of course is not an issue, since you are using your own made cover now and not a basic glamour that could be detected. All in all, you should be able to remain undetected, or at least not recognized at first glance. How much you would tell the veela would certain limit or increase the risk but those are things to figure out in the future."

Trighton then paused and thought for a few moments while Harry remained quiet and continued sipping at the tea.

"As for the young man's family well I will leave you to make your own impressions. They are spies for the light side, though more out of self preservation it seems then anything else. At least in regards to the young man's father. He was very dark at a time. As for the young man again I trust you will make your own impressions he is a few months older then you, and a few inches taller. In my own opinion a little arrogant, and overly confident but bright and loyal to his family. The rest is neither here nor there since it is my own opinion."

Trighton, Harry knew from experience, preferred that his students and really anyone for that matter never take his opinion on as their own simply because he was headmaster or a great wizard. He preferred that people make their own decisions and opinions. Which Harry always liked to do anyway but in this situation he would have liked a little more information and guidance.

More so he was curious about the young man. He wondered if that was weird though. Wouldn't most people not care who the person was that had just walked into a room and basically said "You, my mate!" in a Neanderthal way? Wouldn't they just get pissed off and storm out deciding the hell with this crap? He knew that one other student had been mate to a veela at Crescenzo, the veela was a student here as well, and that was exactly how that person had reacted. Maybe he was just different he thought to himself.

"Well, did he seem surprised when you showed me to him?" Harry asked.

Trighton smiled at that, and knew Harry's curious nature was coming out, and the intense thinking was receding.

"No I wouldn't say surprised would be the word." Harry couldn't believe that was all Trighton was going to say on the matter, but that was it. Forming my own opinions was going to be bother he thought.

"Tell me Kyler what are your thoughts? I don't get the feeling that you are incredibly upset."

"There seems to be no one to get upset at Headmaster. It's not as though I can blame the man for being born with this can I? Not being mad though does not mean that I have to accept this. I do not have to agree with nature, and I do not have to follow her path. I have plans of my own and there are alternatives to if I do not choose to become the mate of who ever this is." Harry looked the headmaster dead on as he said this, though not in an angry tone just one of conviction.

The headmaster looked at Harry and nodded, "Yes there are options. Not many but some, nothing that un-mate's you, but depending on circumstances there are options."

Harry nodded and blew out a breath. This was not the end of the world or his life. Hell he was just getting ready after this year to start living his own life of his own choosing.

"I assume they are coming back?" Harry knew Trighton would never risk sending a student into the unknown and not with people he did not know or trust.

"They are to be here at nine tomorrow morning. I suggest you take the night to think and meet me here at half past eight?" Harry nodded. "And try not to worry Kyler its not a horribly bad thing that has happened. Just life altering, but then again most things are."

Harry nodded, and took his leave, off to the library to research and think.

XXXXXX

Draco and Lucius had spent most of their day researching, and finding for themselves that Trighton was right. There was very little about any Harrison Kyler on the books anywhere. One article mentioned that he had won the world prize in dueling, but even that had very little information on the actual person. The article seemed to go out of its way not to give any information about the person, and a whole lot on the history of the sport. He was sure that the Headmaster had a part in that.

Other then that there really was nothing. They searched for other Kyler's and found nothing, although it was quite possible those records had been wiped out by the headmaster as well. Was disturbing to Draco that he couldn't find out more then what he knew already, hell his dream had given him more then this.

Everything on his list had been spot on, well except for the accent since Draco had not heard him talk yet. Lord, he was hoping the accent was there!

Lucius caught his son staring off into space again and smiled at his only child. He and Narcissa had been so excited for their son. Narcissa finally went out for dinner with friends because she had started tearing up whenever looking at Draco. It had finally gotten on Draco's nerves, and had been wearing thin on his own though Lucius was not stupid enough to say it.

There was of course the concern over the Headmaster talking to the young man today. What would happen if this Mr. Kyler had a bad reaction to his son he wasn't certain. Some mates even ran from their' veela, which Lucius simply would not allow. Hell, he thought with a snort, if that boy ran he would haul his ass back and bind it to a chair. Then he would let Draco let his allure do the rest. Yes, he thought with a smirk, that was exactly what he would do.

He was quite impressed when he looked at the young man that would be in their family soon. He knew Draco would have no problem what so ever in the chemistry and looks department with his mate. Young Kyler was a handsome man, and the school meant brains were a foregone conclusion. The closeness to the headmaster could mean the boy was a suck up, or that he surrounded himself with sensible powerful people, and for Draco's sake Lucius hope it was the latter. Lucius hoped the young man would accept the family gracefully, and that he would not be an embarrassment to them when they were out in public.

All in all, it was a good match in his view. At least from what he knew so far, which was extremely limited. But Draco would have a chance to court the young man for a while, and get to know him. Personally Lucius didn't like that whole tradition, but knew it was necessary and in the end allowed the mates to at least think they had some option in the process. By nature's choice they didn't but Lucius was always in favor of an easier route in this case. Even Narcissa had demanded courting for a full four months. It had been ridiculous really. She had always been his, just like, he thought with a sigh, Mr. Kyler would be Draco's.

XXXXXXX

"Wow that's quite a story Kyler," Rose said with sympathy.

Harry and his friends were gathered in the library at ten o'clock that night, sitting on the comfy couches while they listened to what Trighton had told Kyler. When he finished, Harry looked around to gauge everyone's reactions. Rose looked concerned, Taylor had his mouth opened like a fish, and Nickolai had a huge smile on his face. Harry wasn't sure what the proper reaction should be to this information, but somehow Nickolai's face didn't seem to be one that worked.

Rose finally looked to where Harry was looking at her boyfriend, saw his face, and elbowed him in the gut. Nickolai wasn't phased in the slightest and just kept on grinning.

"May I ask what the huge smile is for?" Rose asked, with noticeable distain in her voice.

"Oh please I can't be the only one that sees this is not a horribly bad thing!" looking around he saw that he in fact was the only one that saw it that wait and sputtered.

"Kyler think about it! Veela mates always have the best. First of all the allure never wears off, so really relationships never go stale, which you know will happen in any marriage otherwise. Second its someone that will always be faithful to you. They never cheat, which considering your last relationship is definitely something that I think you need. And don't you dare frown at me like that! Third usually they are good looking people, though I guess you'll have to wait and find that out tomorrow. Usually they are smart, and usually they are talented."

Harry stared at him. "Do you have any idea how many times you just used the word "usually"?

Rose nodded in assent to that. "And there is the whole xy chromosome thing?"

At that Nickolai looked questioningly at Harry. "Never done that. Been only with girls."

Nickolai at that sat back and just stared. He thought everyone at this school at least tried it. Well, maybe it was just him and everyone else he knew. He shook his head in rapid disgust.

"No big deal mate. I mean really same feelings and desire and just, well, different equipment," he said off handedly while grabbing a cracker from the bowl in front of him, only to see Rose now looking at him with a fish face, but he only shrugged in response. Rose decided then and there she had a lot to talk over with her boyfriend. Obviously, he was holding out on lots of information. Valuable information if he wanted to live to see tomorrow.

Taylor finally sat forward and got into it. "Well I have to agree with Nick on this little portion. What more matters is who this veela man is. Really you know nothing about him, which I guess is what the courting time is for." Harry looked blankly at Taylor who then went into an explanation that veela courted their mates through dates and gifts. A get to know you time he had put it.

Finally Harry asked the one question that had been on his mind, "What if I don't want it? What if I choose that I don't want who ever the hell this guy is and want to live my own life?"

All three of his friends looked at him quite seriously and nodded towards Nick. There really was no question what the answer would be, but it would come from Harry's best friend.

"Then mate, we find you a way out of it."

XXXXX

Harry woke up with a start and looked a the great big clock in the bedroom, fearing he might have overslept. It was only 7:30 though. He'd gotten a good nights sleep which was always the key to him having a good next day, little sleep had the same effect as no coffee to him.

Surprisingly he found he wasn't nervous about this mornings meeting with the Veela family. He had talked it out with his friends and they had solidified his original thinking that this morning was more of a meet and greet, so really no big deal at all. After all, as Taylor had pointed out, all of them had been in the head masters office at some point and it could all be a mistake and someone else was the mate of "Veela Man," as they had taken to calling him. Harry realized he probably should have asked Trighton for their' names. Very unlikely there was a mistake, but it had lightened the mood as they thought about various reactions to if Nick was actually the man's mate. Sadly Nick could only think that his sex life would always be great.

At that point Rose had rubbed Nicks knee and said completely seriously, "Well even a wink from the veela is more then I anticipate you getting from me for the next while." Nickolai, not being a stupid young man, shut up at that point. It was all decidedly amusing to Harry. Nickolai was the hot shot guy with his mouth always running, and Rose was able to curb that tongue with a mere glance. Too funny.

Last night had ended with an agreement for Harry to let them know when the meeting was over and they would meet for lunch to discuss the options he had based on the outcome of the meeting. They were all extremely smart, and he knew they could come up with a way to at least limit the bond if necessary.

Meet and greet he reminded himself, it wasn't like they would be discussing a bloody veela contract. At least he hoped not, he thought with some anger, he wouldn't bloody well allow that!

Rose, being a female, had given him instructions to wear and emerald green shirt with his slacks today. Personally he had no idea why it was something that matched his eyes. It didn't make anymore sense then wearing black because it matched his hair or tan for his skin. However, since he didn't have any other preference he bowed to her wisdom of what she called making a good impression. Impressions he thought were made by proper society etiquette, being neat, well mannered, with good speaking patterns, not the color of your shirt. All the things Crescenzo taught their students in the first three years of school. By age ten all of their students, no matter their' background could sit with anyone in the world and be remarked on that their' manners showed good breeding. Trighton believed it was just another way of his students getting ahead in the world. That and it gave them more power. People with high class manners were generally paid more attention to then those that did not.

Hopefully they would stick with him today during the meeting. They had better or he was having a talk with the Trighton afterward on the cost of education being too high if what you learned wasn't second nature when you needed it. He paid too bloody much for his education as it was.

At eight thirty Harry walked through the office door of the Headmaster to see Trighton standing at his window with his usual tea in hand. He acknowledged Harry with a nod then saw his green shirt and smiled.

"Rose's doing?"

Harry smiled. "Seems she couldn't help herself to make sure I dressed appropriately."

Trighton said a few words under his breath and Harry's cup of coffee appeared on the table nearest to him. Harry nodded in thanks, and was happy for the caffeine dose.

"Well let's talk then, what are your feeling on this?" Trighton was always blunt, however Harry took a minute to gather his thoughts.

"I don't have many. This is just a meet and great really. I have no desire for these people to stay any longer then truly necessary. I just need to get a sense of who they are I suppose, and then will decide what my options are."

Trighton always thought Harry tried in his head to think of the most logical way to go about his tasks. Tasks that would have others yelling or in rage, and today seemed to no exception. The temper was there, he knew, it just took a lot to provoke Harry into showing it. Hopefully, Trighton thought, today he would be able to keep it under wraps. He'd had to replace the windows in his office the last time Kyler really lost his temper.