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Chapter 2

Harry James Potter sat on his bed in the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive and allowed tears to cloud his eyes. His mouth was dry, his throat felt tight, and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. When he had found the letter on the bed from his mother he had been confused, yet thrilled, now he didn't know what he was feeling.

He was sad, sad for the renewed feelings of lose for the parents he would never know. He was angry; he was almost burning with anger, which was mostly directed at Lord Voldemort and now Dumbledore, a man he had thought he could trust. Yet at the same time he felt scared and hopeful, happy and shocked. Most of all he was still confused.

He clutched the letter, his mother's letter, close to his chest as he thought over all of what his mother had told him. He had no idea what it meant to be a Veela and now according to his mother he was a Veela, as well as, royalty. His grandfatherly headmaster was a snake dressed up as an old goat and just as evil as Voldemort. Dumbledore had used his mother and manipulated him and according to Harry's mother the ass had 'bound' his magic, and but a glamour on him. And then there was the matter of Snape, the evil greasy git, who hated Harry, but whom according to his mother, Harry could trust. Harry thought back to last year and thought about how Professor Snape had treated him. While Snape always seemed to truly despise Harry, it had been Snape who seemed to have saved him again and again. At least trusting Snape was easier than forcing himself to trust Malfoy and his family; that was definitely only going to be a last resort.

Harry decided he had to trust his mother; he needed to do as she asked before it was too late and he could no longer escape Dumbledore's manipulations.

But first he decided he needed to speak to Hermione. Harry needed a friend to talk to and he was no longer sure he could trust Ron. While Ron had been Harry's first friend, he was also part of a well-known light family, who supported Dumbledore.

Harry got up from his bed and began to search in his trunk for the parchment with Hermione's phone number. The Dursley's had left Harry alone in the house for the weekend while they went to visit the always hated Aunt Marge and Harry was grateful. He hated the Dursley's and learning they weren't actually blood relatives made it so he didn't have to feel bad about hating them. They had locked him in his room, but Harry was quick to pick the lock, a skill he had been forced to learn long ago.

He walked downstairs and found the nearest portable phone. Grabbing it he dialed Hermione's number and waited.

"Hello, Granger residence." Harry frowned when he heard the male voice on the line and hoped the man he presumed to be Hermione's dad would let him talk to her.

"Hello, Mr. Granger. My name's Harry Potter, I'm a friend of Hermione's from school…um…may I speak with her?" he asked, holding his breath for the answer.

"Harry Potter?" the man asked and Harry caught the sudden excitement in the man's voice, "Hermione has told her mother and I all about you. Of course you can speak with her, just give me a moment and I'll get her."

"Hello…Harry is that really you? You're relatives let you use the phone?" Hearing Hermione's voice Harry allowed himself to relax again.

"Hi Hermione it's really me," Harry stated with a small chuckle, "um…as for my relatives…they don't exactly know I'm using the phone. They left for the weekend to go visit Aunt—"

"Harry! Are you saying you're relatives left you alone in the house with no one to take care of you for the whole weekend?" Hermione was practically screeching and Harry had to hold the phone away from his ear. Before Harry could say anything he heard voices on the other end of the phone and then Hermione's voice became the calm authoritative voice she always used when she wanted Harry and Ron to study, "Harry, you need to tell me where you live so me and my parents can come get you."

Harry was confused, why would they want to come get him? It wasn't like this was the first time the Dursley's had left Harry on his own and at least this time he wasn't left in the cupboard. "Hermione…really it's okay. I'm fine on my own and I need to talk to you about…about something important."

"Harry it's not fine. My parents are furious and their right, your only eleven and your relatives left you on your own. Just tell me where you live. We can talk about whatever you want once you're picked up."

Harry sighed, "fine. The house is Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."

"Okay, that's…that's pretty close. We should be there in thirty minutes and then we'll talk…" there was more noise on the other end of the line and then Hermione spoke again. "Dad says you should pack you're stuff, he doesn't want you staying on your own."

Harry sighed. He wasn't sure how he should react to this new development. On the one hand he needed to talk to Hermione and maybe for this particular conversation it would be best to talk in person. On the other hand he needed to go to Snape so the man could help Harry find his real family and that would be significantly harder now if he had people watching him. Unless…maybe he could tell Hermione's parents what was going on. They were muggles and it was unlikely they were working as Dumbledore's cronies. If they cared enough to want to come pick Harry up maybe they would help him get away from Dumbledore.

"Um…okay Hermione. I'll pack, but can you tell you're parents I need to talk to you all? Oh…Hermione it's important none of you tell anyone about speaking to me."

"Why Harry, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you later, okay?"

"Okay Harry. I'll see you soon." And with that Hermione hung up.

Harry stared at the phone in his hand for a few moments before he went to go pack his few possessions. He made sure to hold on tightly to his mother's letter.

When he heard a knock on the door and then the ringing of the bell Harry took a deep breath before answering. That breath was immediately knocked out of him when a blur of brown frizzy hair barreled right into him and he almost fell over onto the ground.

"Harry!" Hermione clutched onto Harry like her life depended on it and Harry smiled fondly back at her while trying to breath.

"Hermione, let him breath," a woman behind Hermione called out. Hermione blushed and let go of him. "Hello Harry, I'm Hermione's mother, Emily Granger. Let's get your things sweet heart and get out of here. I can't believe your relatives just left you here. You'll come stay with us until we can get this all sorted out."

"Um…actually I wanted to talk to you about that. Um…I got a letter from…well, from my mother—"

Hermione's mouth dropped open, "but Harry you're mother's dead."

Harry sighed, feeling the longing to have his parents back that had existed with in him his entire life. "I—I know that Hermione. I think she must have used some kind of magic to make it appear to me. She said she sent it right before her and my dad were forced into hiding. Um… she also told me she was adopted…she has family, a magic family that she was stolen from when she was a baby—"

Both Hermione and Mrs. Granger gasped, "really Harry! That's wonderful. Do you know any of them, did she tell you who they were?"

Harry looked down at the ground, "they're not from here and…why don't you guys come inside for a little. Then you can read the letter for yourself Hermione, I need you to tell me what to do. I…there were some things in the letter you need to know before you go back to Hogwarts and…well, I need you're help on deciding what I should do about my relatives."

Hermione gave Harry a worried look before nodding, "okay Harry."

Both Hermione and her mother came inside and Harry walked them to the sitting room. After they were seated Harry pulled out his mother's letter from his pocket and after staring at it for a few minutes handed it over to Hermione, so she and her mother could read it.

Hermione opened it up and started reading, "oh my god," Hermione gasped out, "Harry…you're a Veela! Do you know what that means?" Hermione asked him, her eyes wide with shock. Though Harry could also sense her excitement.

"Not…not really, in the letter she talks about it a little, but…she said my powers have been bound and something about a glamour. Why do you know what they are? I got that they were magical, but I was confused about a lot of it."

Hermione sat up a little straighter and Harry could tell she was getting ready to give him a lecture on the topic. "Well, according to a book I read about magical creatures Veela are a race of semi-human, semi-magical humanoids, they're kind of like Sirens. There are a lot of misconceptions about Veela, most wizards believe that Veela can only be women, which is stupid obviously. They also generally only think of Veela in terms of their looks and their ability to seduce people and that misconception has gotten a lot of wizards killed. The Veelas an extremely powerful and dangerous race, some believe they are more powerful than wizards. In fact, a lot of the so-called pureblood families have mixed with Veela. They can transform into a bird like form, which they sometimes do when they're angry. Their magic is different then wizards, while they can use wands like wizards they can also use wandless elemental magic. There aren't a lot of Veela in England though, they have their own nation, it's called the Veela Nation, I think it's supposed to be somewhere in France." Both Harry and Mrs. Granger were shocked by the information and Harry had to take a few deep breaths before he could say anything.

"Oh…that…wow," Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to react to being a Veela.

"I wonder what you look like without your glamour. Veela are supposed to be quite beautiful," Hermione, thought out loud before she turned red in the face and started reading the letter once more.

Once more after a few moments her head shot up. "Harry!" Hermione practically screamed, "you're mother was the lost heir! Do you have any idea what that means? Do you have any idea what that makes you?" Harry turned bright red and ducked his head avoiding looking at the two women in the room.

"Sweet heart you need to contact you're family. Did the letter tell you how to get a hold of them?" Mrs. Granger asked in a calm soothing voice.

"Mom you don't understand. When the Veela find out about Harry…Harry the Veela Nation closed its borders when you're mother went missing. Very few non-Veela have been allowed in. When you're mother went missing the Veela went crazy, it took a lot to convince them not to start attacking people. When they find out about Harry…I don't know how they'll react. They wont be happy that someone from the wizarding world killed his mother. Harry, you're technically the heir to the Veela thrown. They'll want you back and they'll want to know why you weren't returned to them earlier. The Veela don't usually involve themselves in the wizarding world because they believe they shouldn't get involved in another societies problems and because most magical beings aren't stupid enough to induce their wrath, but when they get angry…this could end up starting a war." Harry stared at Hermione for a minute.

"But what if…what if I don't want to be heir or whatever. I never wanted any of this Hermione," Harry said as he tried to hold back his tears. "I never wanted to be the boy-who-lived and I don't want to be some heir."

"Harry, I'm sorry, but well…at least you have a family, who I'm sure wants you and will love you—"

"Albus Dumbledore?" Mrs. Granger asked all of a sudden. "Isn't that the name of you're headmaster at school Hermione," Harry could tell by the suddenly furious look on Hermione's mother's face that she had read more of the letter.

"Yes," Hermione answered. "Why?"

"I don't want you going back to that school Hermione," Mrs. Granger stated, "not until that man is gone."

"What? Why?" Hermione yelled.

"According to Harry's mother that man used her and forced her into not revealing herself to her family. It looks like that man is responsible for manipulating Harry's mother and I wont allow him anywhere near you."

Hermione looked back down at the letter and she began to look angrier and angrier as she read, "Harry I had no idea…I can't believe it. I don't understand how he could have…but it makes sense…Harry you have to do what you're mom told you. You have to write Professor Snape, you have to get away from Dumbledore before he gets you killed."

"I know. I was going to, but I wanted to speak to you first and I guess I needed to tell someone. Will…will you stay with me until Snape comes. You know how much he hates me and…I don't want to do it alone," Harry couldn't quite bring himself to look Hermione in the eye as he made this confession. Harry was supposed to be a Gryffindor, he was supposed to be brave, but he was scared. He was scared about what this discover would mean for him. He knew this discovery was going to change his life, he just wasn't sure if it would change it for the better or for the worse.

"Of course I'll stay with you. Do you want to write the letter now or do you want to come to my house?"

"I should probably just do it know. It shouldn't take long for Hedwig to give it to him and then it shouldn't take too long for him to get here. Apparating only takes a few seconds." The idea of seeing Snape right now though sent a shiver down Harry's spine.

"Okay, do you need any help?" Hermione asked.

"No it's fine I got it, just give me a second…"

Harry unpacked some parchment and a quill and began writing:

Professor Snape,

I'm sorry for bothering you over the summer holidays, but I recently received a letter from my mother, which I also enclosed. In the letter she told me of my true heritage and of the headmaster's manipulations. She also told me of you're friendship with her and of how you helped her over the years. I know that you have never been very fond of me, but I hope that you are willing to help me as I feel I have very few people I feel I can trust at the moment.

Though I don't understand all the information I have learned, I do know that if I have family, real family, that I want to meet. Please I need you're help, I need the help of someone who was trusted by my mother to keep me safe. I'm scared of Dumbledore and of his manipulations. As a Veela I understand that I do not belong in the wizarding world, I am not the light's savior and I will not fight for Dumbledore after what he did to my parents. Please help me contact my grandparents.

I am currently located at Number 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging, Surrey. Please come at your earliest convenience

Sincerely,

Harry J. Potter

"Okay," Harry added his own letter to the envelope and wrote his name next to his mothers on the front before he looked around and walked to Hedwig's cage, "hey girl," he cooed at her, "mind delivering a letter." She hooted in agreement. Harry opened the cage, let Hedwig hop onto his arm and secured the letter onto her leg. "Okay Hedwig you need to take this to Professor Snape. It's important that no one else gets their hands on this letter, understand?" Hedwig gave Harry another hoot. "Okay girl…fly safe." After another hoot, Hedwig leaped of Harry's arm and soared out an open window.

"How long to you think it'll take before Professor Snape gets the letter Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Well, Hedwig is usually pretty fast, I think it must have to do with magic, but it usually only takes an hour or two I think."

"Well, in the mean time do you want to hear about France? I've read a lot about it, I really love the language c'est la langue de l'amour (it is the language of love)," she stated with a smile.

"de l'amour (of love)," Harry scrunched up is nose, like any eleven year old boy he was still at a stage in his life where he found the whole idea of love and dating to be…gross.

Hermione's eyebrows rose, "Je ne savais pas que vous parliez fracais (I didn't know you spoke French)."

"Je n'ai pas (I don't)," Harry responded confused.

"Harry vous etes parlant francais des maintenant (Harry you're speaking French right now)," Hermione stated exasperatedly.

"Quelle? Aucun je suis…" Harry stopped himself as he noticed…but he had never learned how to speak French. "I…I don't understand," Harry looked to Hermione with confusion written all over his face.

Hermione's expression turned thoughtful, "Harry in you're mother's letter she said she discovered when she was younger she discovered she was fluent in French and Spanish…maybe it's a Veela trait."

"But my abilities are bound," Harry reminded Hermione, he felt a bubble of anger with the headmaster and remembering that.

"Well, maybe the headmaster wasn't able to completely bind you're magic. Bonds rarely last, maybe the bond on your magic is weakening."

After a few minutes of thinking Harry shrugged, "I guess it doesn't really matter. If Professor Snape is willing to help me he can unbind my magic…and if he doesn't I'll just have to find Remus Lupin or…um…that other guy, Sirius Black and get one of them to help me. If I have to I'll go to the Malfoy's," at the thought of going to the Malfoy's Harry's pride rebelled a little, but he stopped himself. He would do whatever it took to get out and away from Dumbledore's manipulations.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but I have to ask about you're relatives. They left you alone in the house for the whole weekend?" Mrs. Granger asked and Harry could hear the contempt she felt for his relatives in her tone.

"It's not really a big deal. I'm not a baby and it's not like it's the first ti—" Harry quickly cut himself off snapping his mouth shut, but from the look Mrs. Granger was giving him it was clear he had already said to much.

It was weird seeing such anger in the eyes of the clearly kind woman before him, "and why are there no photos of you around the house?"

Damn, Harry cursed the woman for being so observant. "I'll be honest with you Mrs. Granger, the Dursley's have never wanted me. They hate anything not normal and in their eyes I'm pretty much as abnormal as it gets. I'm pretty sure Dumbledore must have threatened them in order to get them to keep me. They have never treated me as family and, I was pretty happy when I read in the letter that I'm not actually related to them. There are no photos of me anywhere because the Dursley's have tried their best over the years to ignore my existence and they didn't want a reminder of me anywhere in their home." Harry spoke of his lack of a relationship with ease, their hate for him had stopped affecting him long ago, but Harry could tell from Mrs. Granger's and Hermione's teary eyes that they were affected.

"Oh Harry," Hermione cried and once again Harry was assaulted by a blur of brown frizzy hair as Hermione engulfed Harry in a tight embrace.