The plane ride seemed to have slowed to a crawl. Harry was a mess of nerves and he had to force himself to read from the book instead of staring at the clock that was counting down the hours it would take to get there. As soon as Harry opened the book and actually started reading he was amazed with how different his life was going to become. Harry skimmed over the other chapters until he got to the section "Dark Veelas".
Harry kept reading until he was almost done with the book. He was startled out of his reading when the voice of the pilot came over the speakers and told them that they were almost there. He hadn't realized that he had been reading for almost the whole flight. He shrugged and clipped the seat belt before making sure no one was watching as he slid the large book into a miniature trunk.
He wasn't sure about what to think about being able to naturally carrying children. He shoved the idea aside and told himself to talk about it with his mate when he found him.
When the plane finally landed at the airport and they were allowed off the plane, Harry rushed to the bathroom and looked at his back in the mirror. Instead of the plain 'B' from before it was now 'Bruce Ba-'. Harry smiled and walked out of the building and into an empty side road. Harry took out the map Ragnok had given him and enlarged it to show a close up of Cambodia. He looked closer and saw that his mate was still in the same place he had been when Harry left England.
Harry gathered up his magic and apperated a block away from where the map said his mate was. After all he didn't want to scare his mate off. After the feeling of being shoved through a straw he appeared in to one of the dirtier neighborhoods. The grin fell off of his face as he took in the houses that were no larger than the Dursley's living room. He wondered why his mate was living in that type of environment. Harryd dusted off his clothes and walked the block to where the map said his mate was. He stopped in front of a small house that seemed to blend in with all of the others, and walked to the front door. He knocked on the door with a shaking hand.
"I'll be right there." A male voice yelled through the door followed by a crashing noise and a half stifled curse. After a moment there was the click of a lock being undone and the door was pulled open revealing a slightly taller man. He had dark brown hair and eyes. The man had some stubble on his chin but that only drew Harry's eyes to the man's lips. Harry blushed when noticed the man staring at him.
"How can I help you?" The man's voice was pure heaven. It was hard to focus on what the elder man was saying, Harrison shook his head trying to clear the haze from his thoughts.
"Er…Can I come in sir." The man's eyes narrowed slightly. "There are some things I really need to tell you." The man looked at him before hesitantly nodding his acceptance and motioned Harry through the door and into his house.
"Would you like anything to drink? I have water, tea, and coffee?" The door was shut quietly and the man walked into the small kitchen.
"Some tea would be nice, I just got here a few hours ago." Harrison told him. The man, his mate, frowned.
"I never introduced Myself. My name is Harrison James Potter. You can Call me Harry, if you want..." He told the other man before trailing off and taking a sip of the tea the elder had handed him. It wasn't the worst tea but it wasn't what he was used to. The man looked at him as he sat on the opposite couch.
"My names Bruce Banner. Tell me. Does the name Ross mean anything to you?" He asked Harry with a calculating look. As if waiting to catch him in a trap.
"Ross? I don't know anyone with that weird of a name. That's saying something, because I knew a boy with the name Draco, he's a right arse. I tell you he has made my school years horrible sense I was eleven. There was one time when he…" Harry trailed off with a scarlet blush covering his face when he realized he was rambling.
When Bruce found only honesty and embarrassment on Harry's face his muscles relaxed and he sunk further into the worn, but comfortable couch. "I see. What was it that you had to tell me?" Harry's blush increased at the relaxed voice of his mate. That caused most of his blood to rush out of his head and to other 'places'. He shifted, trying to inconspicuously hide his growing arousal.
"Bruce, what do you know about magic?" Harry blurted out, not being able to form proper thoughts.
Bruce looked stunned at the seemingly random question. Then doubtful, probably wondering if he had just let a nut into his house.
"Magic?" Bruce asked making sure he had heard the word right. At Harry's nod he continued "Its not real."
"Magic is real, Bruce." Harry replied, lips curling in a knowing smile before taking out his wand and vanishing the cup from Bruce's hands and made it reappear on the small table between them. The other man's eyes widened in surprise as Harry continued on, expanding the room, vanishing the dust, and clearing the remnants of the food Bruce must have eaten for lunch. The last thing he did was spell the dishes do themselves.
When Harry glanced back at Bruce to see what his reaction was. He found that the Bruce had passed out and was lying on the floor unconscious.
Harry looked his mate over, checking for any injuries, sighing when he found none. Harry levitated Bruce off of the hard floor and onto the bed after he had enlarged it and added some cushioning charms so he would be comfortable. The Veela sat on the side of his mates bed and watched as Bruce's chest rose and fell in time with his breaths in a neverending rhythm.
The Veela sighed again and stood up to finish the cleaning. After he was done he grabbed a pillow and blanket before curling up on the couch and falling asleep, wishing he could climb into the bed and curl up next to his mate instead.
The next morning Harry woke to the wonderful smell of food, his stomach growling in agreement. He groaned as he sat up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked in the kitchen over the back of the couch and saw Bruce flipping something in a pan, said man turned around and smiled when he saw that his guest was finally awake.
"Good, you're awake. I was just making some pancakes. Would you like some?" Harry nodded and slowly got up and walked to the table. "When I woke up you were asleep on the couch and it seemed rude to wake you up just to ask questions, so I let you sleep for a while longer."
"Sorry for the inconvenience."He told Bruce shyly.
The man lips twitched into a small smile at Harrison's bashful voice. "It's no problem. I don't get many visitors, because I tend to move around a lot." Bruce said setting a plate of perfectly made pancakes in front of his visitor. Bruce sat on the opposite side of the table and looked at him. "So what can magic do?"
Harry sat silent for a few moments, trying to think of what he should tell him about first. "Well, we can do many things with magic, but first i'm going to tell you are some of things that we can't do. We cannot bring back the dead and those that do are sentenced to Azkaban. Azkaban is wizard prison filled with creatures that literally suck out all of your happiness. There are also three unforgivable spells that will get you sent there." He paused taking a deep gulp of the tea Bruce had set on the table for him.
"The first is the Imperious Curse, which is able to completely control another person's mind and thus their actions. The second is the Cruciatus Curse, the torture curse that if left on long enough is able to make a person go insane. That happened to the parents of one of my friends when he was a child. The last is the Killing curse, it kills a person instantly." Harrison stopped seeing the look that Bruce had on his face.
"Now the things we can do. We are able to change some things into other things." Harry pulled out his wand and changed his fork into an ordinate ring and back. "We can also make potions. There are so many types that are able to be brewed. There are some that can get rid of a cold, regrow bones, and some that can to be used as fairly harmless pranks. I love that class but I'm not allowed to show it so my grades are rather horrible." Harrison looked at Bruce who frowned before giving a little smile.
"That's amazing, Harry. What other kinds of potions are there?" Bruce asked and Harrison was able to tell that he was actually interested, not just humoring him.
"Well there is a salve that we can brew that is able to heal a deep cut in only a few seconds. I have only ever made it once, but it wasn't…"
They spent nearly the whole morning and some of the afternoon talking about different magical topics. Switching between Potions, defence spells, and magical creatures.
During the topic of Creatures Harrison froze. "There is one last topic that I think I should cover now, Veelas. Veelas are classified as dangerous creatures. There are two types of Veelas the light and the Dark kinds. The light Veelas normally have blond hair and light colored eyes. While dark Veela Have brown or black hair and darker are two other ways to classify Veela, dominants and submissives. Both tend to be violent if one harms their mate or their young. It is technically legal for a Veela to kill if their mate or child was hurt. Dominant Veelas are the ones that provide for the family, while the submissives take care of their home and young. Contrary to what most people believe, not all submissives are female, there are some that are male. Male Veelas are able to carry young-"
"What!" Bruce shouted shocked. Harry stifled a heartbroken whimper and curled into the side of the couch listening to beeps coming from Bruces wrist. Bruce saw that sad look and took a few deep breaths. He finally calmed down mumbling under his breath. "...but, that's impossible..." He reached forward and grabbed Harry and pulled the small teen into his lap.
"I'm sorry for scaring you, Harrison. I was just shocked. I wasn't mad at you." Bruce murmured sweet nothings until Harry had calmed.
"What else can you tell me about Veelas?" Bruce asked still holding Harry on his lap with his arms wrapped around the teens skinny frame.
"Veelas have destined mates. Light Veelas are pulled in the direction of their mates, while the Dark Veela are not. When Dark Veelas come into their inheritance they have the first letter of their mates name printed on their backs and the closer they get to finding their mates the more of the name is revealed to them." Harry paused before starting again. "There are some cases where the mate rejects the Veela. When that happens the Veela grows depressed. After a while the Veela become suicidal and they normally kill themselves, thinking that they were useless because they can't even have the love of their own soulmate." Harry didn't realize that he was crying at the thought of Bruce rejecting him, until a calloused hand brushed the salty drips away from his face.
"Harry are you a Veela?" Bruce asked, having pieced the information together. Harry nodded, not being able to look at Bruce. Harry stood up and turned around, lifting the back of his shirt revealing the name of his mate. 'Bruce Banner'.