Younger Harry gasped as they apperated, holding onto the ends of Harrys jacket as they passed through the apparition tunnel. There was a slight drag as they crossed the wards to the manor, the wards recognised Draco instantly and then had to check the two Harrys. Realizing one was wearing a Malfoy ring, and that they both had the exact same magical signature, the wards let them through with no problems.
When the world settled for Harry he first realized two things. The first was that Lucius Malfoy was standing less than a meter away from him. Mouth in a snarl, eyes dancing furiously, and wand pointed right at them. Harry couldn't help but draw comparisons from this to meeting Vernon near twenty minutes ago. Lucius' hands were drenched in blood, much like his shirt and robes. Small specks of it were on his face and in his hair too, with small white feathers sticking to the tacky blood. The second thing he noticed was a pained squawking cry from somewhere above them, the sound reminding Harry of Tisci, the rejected veela he had been trying to help.
Harry raised his hands, showing that he was wandless, little Harry seeing him do it and followed him. "Mr. Malfoy, could I please ask you to lower you wand, and direct me to your son." Lucius slightly dropped his wand but didn't lower it, "Explain yourselves. How did you get past the wards!" Harry shook his head in annoyance, "Mr. Malfoy please. Your son is in a great deal of pain. I can help him, I'm a doctrine of Creatures." Harry dropped his hand to the emergency bag that was still over his back, he pulled it forward and showed him the emblem the crossed bone and wand and the Creature healer emblem the winged wand. Relief and shock spread quickly over Lucius' face, and he tucked his wand away quickly and started to walk toward the stairs, not even a gesture for them to follow.
"It started less than half an hour ago." He continued up the stairs, Harry gestured for younger Harry to come up beside him. "At first it was screams, then small words mine, him, mate. Then the transformations started, the wings ripped out. But that's not what I'm worried about Healer." They stopped in front of a pale double set of doors that Harry recognised as Draco's. Bloody hand prints and smears covered the door, feathers were sprayed everywhere like snow, the ends bloodless meaning they weren't pulled, the pained squawking louder and more tormented. "It's the fact that my son is only eleven, not even the right age. The genes, the veela genes, they've been dormant now in both me and my wife's lines now for 50 generations or more." Harry nodded, "Dormant for 41 generations, no 40 generations exactly." Confusion fluttered over Lucius' face.
"Is Severus here?" He nodded even more confused now. "Get him to bring me the pure ingredients for a blood replenishing potion, veritaserum and five strands of unicorn foal hair!" Harry pushed the frozen man to the side to get him moving, and he started running down the corridor towards the library.
Harry turned pushing the bedroom doors wide open, all noise in the room pausing for a second as he did so. Harry continued, going into his trance like doctor mode focusing on the task, healing fixing helping. He transfigured one of the nearby sofas into a bed, and pointed at it. "Draco top half off, and lie your ass down. Harry come with me?" He was still walking forwards towards the back of the room where Dracos dark oak four post bed was. Younger Draco Malfoy was lying face down on his crimson stained sheets, his wings fluttering uselessly in pain splatting droplets of blood as they twitched about.
He sat on the edge of the bed by Narcissa, he patted her hand that was gently holding Dracos, she smiled at him after seeing the logos on his bag. He raised his hand and swiped the air above Dracos back, removing his clothes, and hovered his hand to the bed stand and they appeared there folded neatly. Draco shuddered from the cold air, and moaned softly. "Dracoo," Harry cooed, the boy trilled happily and raised his head to look at him. Harry turned and gestured little Harry closer, taking his hand and placing it on Dracos head. "You know who he is don't you Draco." A soft chirping sound came from his beak like mouth and he pushed his head up into Harrys hand. "Stroke his wings, he'll like it." Little Harry did so, enjoying the soft pleasured purrs that came from the Veela. "Isn't it good Draco. Do you like him? I know he likes you." There was a keening cry from the bed as the veela tried to sit up. Harry gently pushed him back down by the base of his neck, and helped younger Harry to get on top of younger Draco, "Try and give him a massage it will help him relax, won't it Draco?" He purred again nuzzling his face into the bed as he pushed up at Harry who had straddled his hips. "Does that feel good Draco." The boy trilled softly, his face slowly regaining its human appearance as he interacted with his mate.
Older Draco was now sprawled across the transformed couch topless, he was posing himself in front of the other veela that his mate was talking to, showing off his body, this other veela wouldn't have his mate! He was angry at this other veela, but he didn't feel threatened by this veelas advancement on his mate, so he calmed himself and watched silently. Then the veela trilled at Harry, Draco moved to a stiff sitting position and proceeded to glare at him from across the room, making sure his mate was safe.
Harry turned at the movement from his Draco across the room, chuckling at his possessive actions against himself, he gestured for him to lie back down again turned back to the younger Draco and stroked his cheek softly and placed a hand on his forehead and focused on his aura. It was near identical to his Dracos except his bonding line was incomplete and a paler pink. His outer aura showed that he was content and happy, that his pain was slowly fading away, but he would still be in pain until both Harry and Draco had formed a bond. Pushing further into his head he saw just how happy, 'mate, found my mate'. During a veelas initial meeting with their mate this is all that they say. Harry was happy with this so he removed himself from his aura.
Harry stood told younger Harry to continue, and turned walking towards his Draco, placing a hand on his shoulder and touching their foreheads together "Mate", Draco smiled and moved with Harry when he stepped back from him. Harry shook his head at Dracos child likeness, and walked to the writing desk that was a few meters from the bed, Draco followed him over, shadowing him. He took his bag off and set it on the table he opened it, he pulled out his wand and pointed it inside the bag. Murmuring a few retrieval charms two shrunken cauldrons flew out, several stirrers, and a few vials of liquid. Draco picked up two vials and looked at them tilting them amusing himself as Harry went about his work, moving the cauldrons and set them further apart from each other and enlarged them, both were a standard size 5, just slightly larger than a desert bowl. They were specialist cauldrons that Harry was sure Severus would not even have, or probable even think of purchasing.
Harry moved the blacker one over again slightly and took the two vials off of Draco. He uncorked them pouring both in. Lapis lazuli cauldrons are used for creature magic; Harry was creating a veela release potion in it.
He turned when he heard running from the hallway. Two males ran in through the doorway, both clutching bottles and boxes, Severus a caldron with more boxs and jars in it. He heard Narcissa 'shhh' them as they ran in panting. He walked over to the two men. "Thank you Severus, Lucius." And he took some of the stuff from Severus and brought them over to the table setting them down, Lucius and Severus doing the same. He grabbed a jar from the caldron, that was glowing gold, he opened it dropping 5 foal hairs to the bottom of it, holding his hand over it and thinking 'aguamenti'. Filling the cauldron half full, and using a charm to heat it to boiling point and no more, setting his charm to keep it at that exact point.
Harry rummaged through one of Severus' cauldrons then took a vial of dragon blood out, three drops. Stir four times clock wise an quarter a turn anti. Next was a type of mushroom, a quick charm and five of them where cut into equal segments. Lionfish spine grabbing seven in his hand his charmed them crushed and dropped them in at the same time as the mushrooms.
He turned to his Draco who was perched on the side of the table, starting right at him with interest; he held his hand out. "Dray I need a hair and some blood, it that ok?" he nodded, placing his hand into Harrys. Harry lifted an empty vial and set it on Dracos wrist, casting a spell to draw blood from the wrist and into the vial, and plucking a hair from his head, Draco yelped in pain, Veelas hair is more sensitive than that of a metamorphmagus due to the fact that they rely on their hair as part of their allure. Harry lent down placing his forehead to his"I'm sorry Dray I needed it, I'll make it up to you later ok." And placed a chaste kiss to his lips before turning back and dropping in the hair first, waiting to see it split and turn the potion silver.
Next was two grams of worm wood, another charm this time to weigh it and it was dropped in too. Followed by some lavender and lacewing fly. Dropping in three drops of syrup of hellebore he grabbed his wand from his pocket and pointed it to his palm hexing it to bleed, he heard a cry from Draco and he reached out to stop the blood, Harry shouted at him, "Ahh ahhh ah, Stay where you are. I need to finish the potion idiot." Squeezing his hand in and out of a fist, he counted until 60 drops were in the potion. Healing his palm he put his wand back drown and picked up the vial of Dracos blood counting out 30 drops. Clenching the last ingredient in a fist, he crushed it and dropped it in too, waiting for the potion to turn completely blood red.
Quickly picking up a stirring rod, and stirring it ten times anticlockwise and twice clockwise, turning the solution a dark black, the exact colour of Harrys hair. Accioing two glasses from Dracos bedside table, he filled them each with the smooth liquid. He handed Draco a glass, "Drink this for me, please." He looked suspiciously at the glass before accepting it .He lifted it to his face a sniffed it, a smile broke out across his face, "It smells like you Harry, just like you." He gulped it down in one go sighing. Harry took the glass from him and set it down on the table, suddenly a silver hue engulfed him, and he was asleep, falling forward off the table, right into Harrys arms. Harry lifted him back over to the transfigured bed and lay him face down, watching as two small slits grew on his back, bleeding slowly before they scared over, the area around them becoming red and irritated. Getting up he hovered a hand over the two scars, casting a soothing charm on them.
He moved over to the other younger Draco and Harry, who was doing a great job of massaging a newly feathered veela, Draco had now regained all of his human features again. Sitting at the top of the bed by his head, he gestured for Harry to stop and to get off him and sit beside him. "Draco can you drink this for me? It's going to help you." He opened his mouth and a dry croak left his mouth, he grimaced and nodded. Younger Harry helped Draco sit up over the side of the bed, and let him lean up against him, even if he did look a little uncomfortable. Harry handed him the glass and watched as he turned the glass running the liquid up the sides, "Its going to help you." Draco looked over to other Harry who nodded giving Draco the encouragement to drink it. Harry lifted the glass from him and watched as silver light surrounded him too, and he collapsed limp against Harry, who was quite shocked, the same was for Lady Malfoy who had also reach out in case he fell. Harry helped other Harry to get him back on the bed and onto his front. He soothed his wing slits and banished most of the blood from his skin before running a hand through his hair.
Standing he stretched his joints creaking, he was no longer in trance mode, his patients were safe and currently unconscious. He turned to Lady Malfoy and offered her a arm, "Tea?" She smiled graciously and stood, straitening her skirts before accepting his arm. "Tea would be nice." He gestured for younger Harry to take his other hand and they walked out of the room slowly, Severus and Lucius following behind them talking lowly to themselves.
Now he just had to remember where the tearoom was at, two lefts and a right or was it two rights and a left?
~~~~~~ I'm sorryyyyyyy! ~~~~~~
~~~~~I had school shit to do, that i didn't even put off! And I have tests to do but I'm bored so probably write more... Should revise though~~~~~
~~~~ Nahhhh lets binge watch TV and stuff, A-levels pfft, anyone watch Marvels Agents of Shield?! ~~~~
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~~ imaginz96 - I'm a sorry but your going to have to wait one more chapter ... I think... maybe two... max three... ~~
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