Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

The clock, seated above the archway in the bedroom, ticked away, mirthlessly, and a tension settled upon the bedrooms inhabitants. Long had the most expensive and finest robes been discarded messily across whatever clean surface they could find, incidentally it was the plush purple beanie bag directly beside the bed, and now, a slightly disheveled Lucius Malfoy was slowly coaxing an unconscious Evelyn back into a state of awareness.

Her eyes rolled sloppily beneath her lids, and her mouth had bared open to convey mercilessly sharp canines as well as two rows of perfectly straight, pearly white teeth, gnashed together in a showcase of pain.

"Come on now, Amarie," he ran a hand through her damp hair, and sighed, "You've got to get up now, Amy."

Amy? That was new. Well, everyone else seems to have a nickname for her, so why cant I? I am her father-in-law, after all.

Malfoy Senior couldn't understand why this young girl had such a catastrophic hold over his heart, and partially blamed it on the veela allure that she had been pulsating out into the atmosphere of the room, which had to eventually be cleared out, lest we allow two rabid elves actually attack our young hybrid out of sense of an inane need for even the slightest scent of her, however he knew better. It was the magical ties that bond witches and wizards to each other. His son had unwittingly bonded with such a powerful witch, and he could only admire lovingly from behind his cold, hard mask of indifference.

Inside, however, he was completely a different story. He hadn't felt more out of control and confused since the day Narcissa had went into premature labour with their beautiful baby boy, who had grown into a strong, virile young man. He wanted to shake her awake, and stare into her circular orbs, and just welcome her to the family. Call him selfish, but he wanted a little slice of her before his wife got to her, or worse, his sons. They wouldn't be letting her out of their sight for a long while.

It was a good this that they didn't go back to Hogwarts for a few weeks, but even then, they might be cutting it a little close. The mating itself would take a few days to fully complete, but the gestation period.. God, Lucius could feel the headache creeping in on his mind, and he wanted nothing more than to just sleep the next few months away. It would do him no good to stress over something that hadn't even occurred yet.

Shaking his head of those thoughts, he went back to his duty as her protector, and laid a firm hand over the spot in which her newly formed heart lay thrumming along steadily, and pressed down lightly, and whispered, "Here lies the heart, the essence, the soul, the magic, of a Veela. Inside holds the power of the Earth, the fluidity of all the oceans, the sheer might of the air, and the utter destruction of the great fire. Bless this being in their quest for joy and unity," and after feeling a pulse of magic shoot from his tingling fingertips into the awaiting body beneath him, he finished, in a voice so fierce, and a tone so commanding, the very glass inside the window panes shook from the force of it, "So mote it be."

As soon as the final words fell from his lips, Evelyn's form began to glow, subtly at first, then, as it gained momentum and force, it shone as bright as the first star, momentarily blinding the unsuspecting veela above her. Every orifice in her body; her mouth, nostrils, eye sockets and ears, began bleeding pure, white light. Her back arched off of the bed, and her hair waved, enchantingly, through the still air, as if she were being held under water. Lucius felt his jaw lock in place, and, although it was not proper in the slightest, a small gasp of shock tumble from his lips.

He would tell no-one of this, but Lucius was afraid.

A distorted voice trickled from her lips, and seemed to speak directly to the dazed blonde above her.

"Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. You are hereby dubbed the carer and protector of my child. Please, do not allow her to fall into the darkness that is seated deep within her soul. I implore you. Please, do you take on this task I ask of you?"

Lucius could do nothing but nod in morbid fascination, and as the light faded from her blanked eyes, the voice became weary too.

"Thank you, my dearest friend. Speak not of this to anyone. I know not whom I can trust.."

It was then that time seemed to all but speed up, and the ringing in his ears returned, as did that infernal ticking of that bloody clock. Lucius released Evelyn's now limp body softly, and pointed his wand in the direction of the nuisance.

"Reducto!"

The clock promptly fell to the floor in a rain of colourless, shapeless material, and a sardonic smirk fell onto Lucius' lips. The silence that followed was blissful and he couldn't help but sigh in relief. That would teach those stupid muggle contraptions for making so much fucking noise.

A smooth, calculated voice sounded off behind his body, and he couldn't help but freeze as the sound washed over him, "That was impressive, Mr Malfoy, mind if you show me how to do that again?"

He felt the blood in his veins congeal, and he turned, only to find Evelyn smirking up at him, amusement shining in her now molten ultramarine orbs, all remnants of the ice-blue fading from her eyes.