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Chapter 4

Harry was now sitting in a huge dining room next to Draco soup. "Harry did you know?" Draco finally spoke. Harry was surprised the boy was using his first name, but decided not to point it out to Draco.

"Know what?" he asked even though he knew exactly what Draco was talking about.

"Don't play dumb. Did you know that you're mother was the missing Veela heir?"

"Um no. I didn't…not until today…when I found a letter she wrote to me before she died."

"Oh, I'm sorry…wait does that mean though? Are you're half-Veela? You don't look like a Veela at all. I mean Veela don't usually need glasses and you don't exactly scream grace and beauty."

Harry sighed, since when was Draco this talkative? "I'm…I'm actually more than half-Veela, my dad was…um…part-Veela. I think I don't look Veela because Dumbledore put a glamour on me…my mom thought he might do something like that. According to her he's a manipulative old coot," Harry stated, suddenly remembering the anger he felt for Dumbledore.

"Oh well… I could have told you Dumbledore's grandfatherly thing was just an act. How much Veela blood do you have anyway? You know I'm actually a quarter-Veela, my grandmother on dad's side is Veela, so I won't judge."

"Oh…um…my mom was full and my dad…he was 7/8th Veela," at the look Draco gave him he decided to explain. "I think it was my dad's great-great grandfather, who married a Veela and ever since than the heirs to the Potter line have all married Veelas. Anyway that mean's I'm 15/16th Veela and 1/16th wizard."

"I guess it's a good thing your mother married another Veela even if that means your not really a wizard."

Harry stared at Draco for a second, "what do you mean it's a good thing? And why would that mean I'm not really I wizard?"

"Well, it's a good thing because you're grandparents and the queen, your great grandmother, are really big on the blood purity of the royal line. If you were only half-Veela they probably wouldn't be happy, but seeing as you're dad was mostly Veela they probably will just make sure they betroth you to someone with pure Veela blood. As for not being a real wizard… well you only have 1/16th wizarding blood; of course you're not really a wizard. I'm surprised you were even allowed to go to Hogwarts, then again, I'm surprised you're mother was also allowed to go to Hogwarts."

Harry had tried to listen to what Draco was saying, but stopped when he heard… "Betrothed, what do you mean when they betroth me? I…I don't want—"

"Seriously Harry what did you expect? Of course you're going to be betrothed your Veela royalty. It's not a big deal, I'm already betrothed," Draco looked grossed out by the thought, "to Pansy."

Harry wanted to laugh at Draco's misfortune, Draco was going to have to marry the pug, but he was still too wrapped up in the thought he might actually be forced to marry someone. "I don't care what they say, I'm gonna marry the person I fall in love with. They can't make me, I don't even know them yet, they can't force me to do anything," Harry huffed indignantly and was startled to hear laughter from behind him as Narcissa Malfoy entered the dining room.

She ruffled Harry's hair and smiled at Harry, "why don't you focus on meeting your grandparents, Harrison, before you start rebelling against them. As for you Draco," Narcissa walked over to her son and kissed his forehead, "we spoke already about your betrothal to Miss Parkinson. In the wizarding world most marriage contracts fall through. They are mainly they just used to form alliances among the pureblood families."

"Is that true for the Veela too?" Harry asked hopefully. "I don't really like girls yet, but what if I don't want to marry a Veela girl? What if I want to marry a wizard or what if I fall in love with a muggle," Harry found himself scrunching his nose at the last idea. "Well probably not a muggle. I like Hermione loads, but I think the Dursley's put me off muggle's for life."

Again Narcissa smiled at Harry, but this time it was a sad smile. "Harry do you know what it means to be an heir?"

"I…it means I might have to inherit the thrown," Harry realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "What if I don't want to?" Harry asked, scared all of a sudden.

"Harry right now your great grandmother, Queen Violette, holds the Veela thrown. Next in line is your grandfather, Prince Philip. After your mother's passing, technically you are stand after your grandfather in the line of succession. I believe it will be a long time before you have to decide whether or not you want to succeed the Veela throne. If you don't want to I'm sure you have many relatives who would be willing to recede when the time comes."

"Oh, that's good," Harry sighed in relief.

"However, as heir and because you are second in line for the thrown there will be certain expectations of you. I believe there will likely be someone picked out for you to marry and I don't believe you will be given much choice in the matter. I do believe it is unlikely your grandparents would allow you to marry a wizard girl, even if she did have Veela blood, and as for a muggle girl…well…that I'm sure would happen over their dead bodies. In fact, I doubt they would have allowed your mother to ever marry James Potter. She had already been betrothed soon after her conception. I believe that is one of the reasons Lily never revealed herself to her parents."

"Yeah she mentioned that in her letter. Have…have you met my grandparents?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Oh…no I haven't. As a witch with no Veela blood I am not allowed to enter the Veela Nation. Lucius has met them both a few times however. I think he met your great grandmother once as well."

"Yes, I did," replied a voice from the doorway. Lucius walked into the dining room and took a seat next to Harry. "Harry do you remember in your mother's letter when she mentioned the possibility that your abilities might be bound and that a glamour might have been placed on you?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, she said Dumbledore might do that to try and hide me," Harry was surprised when Lucius let out a growl of anger.

"Yes," Lucius was clearly trying to make an effort now to keep his composure, "I think it's clear your magic is bound and likely there is a glamour on you as well. The process of unbinding magic requires a potion, which Severus will make for you. It should take him a few hours and then once you take the potion it will take about a day for your magic to be unbound. The process is painful and I would not normally allow you to take it, however, it must be done. The process of removing any glamour placed on you is also a bit painful, however, it is a much quicker process and only requires a few spells."

"I…I'm ready. Can you do it now?" Harry asked Lucius.

Lucius smiled and lightly caressed Harry's cheek, "as you wish." With a swish of his wand Lucius conjured a bed right there in the middle of the dining room, then he lifted Harry out of his chair, which Harry believed to be completely unnecessary as he wasn't a baby, and lay him down gently. "Harrison…I'm going to have to restrain you so you don't hurt yourself okay." Harry was so nervous he couldn't speak, so instead he merely nodded.

He closed his eyes and felt his arms and legs being restrained in and then he listened as Lucius began to chant incantations. It only took a few minutes for Harry to begin to feel the pain and a few seconds after that for him to start screaming. He felt like his entire body was on fire, worse he felt it as his bones began to change their shape and soon all he wanted was for the fire all around him to stop…and just like that it was over and he was engulfed in soft feminine arms as sobs racked his entire body. Harry didn't usually cry, but it had hurt so much. He continued to cry as Narcissa Malfoy picked him up and didn't stop crying as he was carried away. He cried into her chest until everything went black and he lost consciousness.

When Harry woke his first thought was of why Aunt Petunia hadn't come to yell at him to wake up yet. Surely he should have started making breakfast…and then he froze as yesterday's events replied in his mind and he jolted up in a huge bed. He was in the biggest bedroom he had ever seen and there sleep a little ways away on a couch was Professor Snape reading the newspaper.

When Snape heard the sound of Harry's rustling covers his head snapped up. "Good Harry you're awake."

"Um…yeah," Harry replied not sure what else to say. "So I guess there was a glamour on me after all? How long have I been asleep?"

"Yes, there definitely was a glamour, a strong one at that. That's the reason removing the spell was so painful for you. As for how long you've been asleep, you've been out for just over five hours."

"Oh," Harry replied, again kind of lost for words.

"Would you like to see you're new appearance? I must admit you look considerably better without that ridicules unruly hair," Snape mused. "And I was right about you're eyes, there was no glamour placed on them, however, Dumbledore did alter your eyesight, which we fixed. You will no longer need those glasses."

Harry moved to stand up in an attempt to go find a mirror, but stopped when Snape conjured one, and then Harry stopped moving completely. Staring back at him through the mirror was a boy…a breathtakingly beautiful boy (that thought made him blush) and so did the boy in the mirror.

The first thing he noticed was that made him gasp out loud, "my scar," Harry squeaked, "it's gone." Harry found himself touching his forehead where his scar had been unable to believe his eyes.

"Yes I'm guessing it was never really there to begin with, merely a glamour. I believe Dumbledore wanted everyone to recognize you as the boy-who-lived and thought giving you a scar would make you recognizable to everyone."

Harry frowned, just another reason for him to hate Dumbledore than. To try and abate his anger Harry looked back at his reflection in hopes it would distract him, as vain as that sounded.

He had pink heart shaped lips; his skin was a creamy white that seemed to almost shimmer in the darkness. He still had his green eyes, but now they were almond shaped, he had a small button nose and…and thick straight jet-black hair. He also noticed he looked…Harry scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion, "why do I look so young now?"

Professor Snape smirked at him, "you know most would be happy to look a few years younger," taking in Harry's pout, Snape sighed; though he would never admit it the kid was adorable and that stupid pout was doing weird things to his heart. "The Veela are known for their long lives. I believe the oldest Veela lived to be over four hundred years old. For this reason Veela children have been known to mature at a much slower rate. In fact, a Veela child is only considered of age when they turn thirty."

"What does that mean…come of age?" Harry asked wearily.

"Come of age is the term used when one becomes an adult. Before that point ones family makes decisions for them, is responsible for clothing them, for their education, and for their actions. In the wizarding world witches and wizards become adults, responsible for themselves, when they turn seventeen. In Veela society, Veela only become responsible for themselves once they've turned thirty."

"That sucks," Harry stated sinking back down into his pillows.

"Language Mr. Potter," Snape snapped half-heartedly.

"So how old do you think I look now by wizarding standards?" Harry asked dreading the answer.

"If I had to guess I'd say you look to be around six or seven," Harry was not happy with that response at all.

"How come Draco doesn't look younger too? He's part Veela isn't he?"

"Only full Veela mature at a slower rate."

"But I'm not full Veela I'm only 15/16th Veela," Harry stated.

Snape sighed, "fine only those whose blood is more than 90% Veela mature at a slower rate. You are almost 94% Veela, therefore you will mature at a slower rate. Now…enough of this, you cannot change who you are Harry and we must discuss the process of unbinding your magic."

Harry winced at the thought, he was pretty sure he had had more than enough pain for one day.

"Unfortunately we do not have the time to wait for you do recover from the removal of your glamour. Lucius has spoken to his mother, who lives in the Veela Nation and Veela representatives will be arriving tomorrow night. Right now we want to do our best to avoid a war between wizards and Veela and it would be best if they do not know a wizard bound your magic."

"If they're already coming does that mean they already know about me?" Harry asked confused.

"No, they do not know. They believe they are going to the manor to discuss the political relations between wizards and Veela. If they knew you were here…they would already be here and they would most likely not be willing to let us explain ourselves before killing us."

Harry was suddenly scared, "they'd kill you?"

"Harry…you have to understand in Veela society there is nothing more important to them then their children. Veela usually do not have many children and those they do have they cherish. When you're mother was taken the Veela were furious. When Veela get angry, it is not a pretty sight. There was quite a bit of blood shed and when they did not find your mother, your great grandmother closed the Veela boarders. When they find out about you and that your mother was Lily Potter…the Veela do not like when others take what is theirs."

"Okay," Harry whispered, eyes wide.

"It's going to be alright Harry. Now…we need to unbind your magic. I added a sleep potion in so you should sleep through most if not all of the process," Snape handed Harry a vile of translucent blue liquid.

After staring at it a moment Harry sighed and drank…then everything went black and once again Harry found himself in the world of unconsciousness.