A Veela Family
Chapter 1: Dreams
From the evening of the youngest Veela mate's seventeenth birthday, for a month, both mates will dream of the other's life (although this only happens if the mates had met each other before the youngest comes into their inheritance). This allows them to get to know each other in deeper ways than a normal relationship would usually allow.
During this month their magics will also grow, and intertwine them and their souls together as the bond grows between them. Though the bond will only settle completely when they have mated for the first time.
If the youngest mate isn't born a Veela then they will receive some Veela gifts to prepare them for life with a Veela, though, again, more will be received upon mating.
On the last evening of the first month of dreams, if the oldest mate has a child already, and the youngest mate is the submissive of the relationship, the youngest mate will dream of the birth of the child, though without any of the mother's feelings about the situation, only their own. The dream will be vivid enough for them to feel it. After the dream the youngest mate, whether male or female, will be connected to the kit, both magically and through the soul, as if they were the mother of the kit. From that point on they will become protective of the kit, and love them like their own biological mother couldn't due to the Veela magics involved. On this night the youngest mate, if a submissive and if not already a female or a bearer, will receive a magically crafted womb in preparation of more kit down the road. As a result of the dream and the potential womb gaining, the youngest mate may be in some pain or discomfort the morning after.
On the night after the month of dreams, the two mates will meet in a dreamscape to talk and bond with each other magically.
Those were just some of the things Harry had read in the book he'd had Kreacher go and buy for him. The elf had warmed to him substantially after finding out why he needed the book, and more so after promising to get the locket back and destroy it for Regulus. From Fleur he had already known a lot about Veela and Veela mates, and so when the dreams started, with the knowledge that Lucius Malfoy was indeed a Veela, he knew he had to find out more, so he could be prepared.
But given that they were in hiding, and on a mission, he knew that he couldn't just go to Fleur and ask her. He didn't want to put her in any more danger. And so, he had told the elf about what was happening and asked if he could help him get hold of a book so he could be more prepared.
He was a Veela mate. It was a dream for many witches and wizards, and he now knew why. Lucius would love him for him, not for his fame. Lucius would protect him, and their children fiercely. More fiercely than anyone else would be able to get away with. They were magically compatible. They were soulmates.
And he now knew Lucius better than he thought anyone did, and Lucius would now know him better than anyone. He knew that Lucius never wanted to be a Death Eater. That he was forced into it by his father. He knew that him and Snape were working together as spies. He knew that Snape killed Dumbledore because Dumbledore wanted him to, and to save his kit, Draco, from having to do it. He knew so much.
And that night he would dream of Draco's birth, he was sure of it. Part of him was excited to know how his kit was born. But then part of him remembered that it was edited so he would feel, emotionally, what he would have felt in that moment, not what Narcissa felt. Not that he wanted to feel what she was thinking about in the situation. He thought it rather unfair that due to the Veela magics she couldn't connect emotionally with her child. Though he now knew that part of it is because she herself didn't want children at all, not just because of the Veela magics. She had to have Draco because of the marriage contract between her and Lucius demanding an heir within a certain time period, or she would have lost her magic. It was something Lucius' father demanded in the contract, and her father didn't contest because he didn't have the power in the situation.
But he was excited, nevertheless, to be able to have that connection with his kit.
There was something that was bothering him, though. He had also read that as he gained Veela powers his magic would be able to tell who was safe, for him, his mate and his kit. His magic would be able to tell who was honest, true, and good. And his magic told him that Ron and Hermione weren't safe. It also didn't help that they seemed to be keeping a close eye on him, and always asked him about his dreams, every morning for the last month. They seemed to be worried about something. And they whispered to each other a lot, whilst glancing back and forth from him to the other.
He had thought he was careful about everything, but he got the feeling they knew. And they weren't happy about it. Despite the fact that the book was disillusioned, and he kept it on him at all times. Despite the fact that he always told them his dreams were just his usual dreams. He could see they weren't fully believing him. He could see they were trying to plot something. He could feel that they weren't safe. And it bothered him immensely.
They were his friends… right?
He sighed as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom after they had spent the past half a day re-going over their plan for the Ministry in a few days, once the Polyjuice potion had finished brewing.
He couldn't stop the thrill of excitement that shot through him as he clambered into his bed, though, and snuggled under the blankets. He would witness the birth of his kit. He would feel it. He would be truly, fully connected with him.
He idly wondered if Draco was experiencing any dreams, or anything. If his kit felt him. Felt their bond.
And then he was asleep.
Harry was, well, he was waddling around a large, beautifully furnished bedroom. His lower back hurt with a pressure he had never felt before, his stomach hard and heavy. He passed by a mirror and was shocked to see him as himself, his very pregnant self, rather than as Narcissa. He remembered from the book that he would feel his own feelings during the dream, rather than what Narcissa felt. But it never said anything about being himself.
Oh, well, he didn't mind.
He looked down at his bump and smiled, rubbing his hands over it gently, internally laughing slightly as he felt Draco kick. His magic tingled in pleasure and a happiness so pure that he was almost bowled over by it. He had never been so happy, so content before.
His smile soon turned into a grimace however as a contraction hit. It wasn't tremendously painful, but from what he had read about childbirth, though he had only read about it from a bearers point of view, he knew that it would get more painful as the labour progressed.
Something compelled him, it was probably because it was what Narcissa said at that moment, to call for "Dobby," and he was shocked when a much younger version of the elf appeared in front of him.
"Get Lucius and my healer, immediately. I think I have gone into labour," he snapped, though it was truly Narcissa that said those words, he would never have talked to Dobby that way, or any house elf, and he wished she wouldn't. It hurt to see the pain in Dobby's eyes as he nodded and popped away.
His back hurt, and he rubbed at it gently, continuing to walk around the room. Lucius entered the room in a hurry and sped over to him. Harry smiled at the sight of him, obviously so excited to have a child, but his voice snarled Narcissa's words, "Don't touch me,"
Lucius looked so hurt at the words that it tore at Harry's heart and he wished more than anything that he could reach out and comfort him, that they could truly share that moment of their kit being born, together.
Harry continued to pace, one hand on his back and another on his bump. He groaned slightly as another contraction hit, he hoped he wouldn't make any noise outside of the dream. He couldn't bear for Ron and Hermione to know that he had, indeed, been having these dreams.
"Do you need anything?" Lucius asked quietly, and Harry wished he could say something nice, anything that involved Lucius holding him, or whatever.
But instead he snapped, "To get this thing out of me,"
And the words broke Harry a little bit. His baby, his kit, wasn't a thing. He could see the words hurt Lucius also, and he knew that Lucius had hoped she was one of the few mothers who could bond with their child, but it was rare in this kind of situation due to the powerful magics involved, and Narcissa clearly hadn't bonded with Draco at all.
He groaned again and leant against the bed, his hands resting on the mattress as he swayed slightly. It seemed to help slightly. Not that he minded the pain. His baby, his kit, was being born. And he loved Draco already, more than he ever imagined he could love anyone. He would do anything for him, even being in pain for hours, waiting for him to arrive into the world.
The healer rushed into the room, she was a middle aged witch who Harry didn't recognise. She rushed over to him and started to rub his lower back gently, easing some of the pain there. She instructed him on the proper breathing technique for the contractions. And when the tightening in his stomach had paused the healer waved her wand over him.
"Get this thing out of me," he growled, though he loathed the words, and the pain in Lucius' eyes.
"I'm sorry, Narcissa, but you still have a long way to go. You are four centimetres dilated so you have probably been in labour for a while without realising. How long has your back been hurting? Have you had any other symptoms at all?" The healer said.
"Too long. And too many," he cried angrily. Well, his, Narcissa's, voice sounded angry, but he wasn't angry. He would happily be in pain for the birth of his children. But Narcissa… well, she didn't agree with his sentiment.
"Right, well, there are a number of ways to speed things up, including moving about, or any position that involves you being upright. Do you feel up to moving around?"
"Can't you just cut the thing out of me?" he said, and again the words stung his heart, even more so at the look Lucius was wearing as he stood in the corner of the room, watching things with both an awed look, and a saddened one.
"You know we can't unless there is an emergency, the Veela magic's won't allow it," the healer said gently.
"Well then make it an emergency,"
He really hated the words that were coming out of his mouth, even if they weren't in his voice. It was difficult remembering that it was a memory. That he hadn't actually been there. He really just wanted to focus on the moment, on the feeling of his kit inside of him. But every time he tried words would be said that pierced the scene he was trying to enjoy.
Another contraction struck and he allowed the pain to settle him in the moment again.
When it was over the healer led him slowly around the room. They would stop whenever a contraction hit, but then keep walking. Narcissa seemed content to not say anything else for the time being, allowing him the pleasure of truly feeling everything. He could feel his baby, his kit, stretching and moving every now and then, and it thrilled him. He could feel his kit's magic intertwining with his own.
It was the most amazing experience, despite the ever increasing pain.
He couldn't wait to see Draco, he had seen some of his childhood from Lucius' memories, but he hadn't witnessed his birth yet. And seeing his kit after him being born would be the most amazing thing in the world. He hoped Narcissa held him, even if just for a minute, so that he could hold his new-born kit and treasure him for a moment before he woke.
His water broke in a gush and the pain increased from that point on. But Narcissa still didn't speak, Harry, and he supposed Narcissa was also, just groaned and cried out with the pains, whilst also trying to do the breathing exercises.
A few hours had passed, he could tell because outside was beginning to darken slightly. But he didn't mind. He just went with it. He felt his child in him, the magic, the moment. That was all that mattered.
Eventually his knees gave out on him and he knelt next to the bed, clinging to the sheets with a tight grip as the healer knelt next to him and rubbed his back. He wished though that Lucius was properly with him, that he could hold his hand and they could cherish this moment together.
Somehow he managed to stay kneeling on the floor, which he assumed had been cushioned with a spell, for the rest of the labour. He swayed his hips sometimes to help with the pain. But other than that he just knelt and clung to the bed sheets. Well, there was a moment where he felt the need to be naked, he was too hot, and he was too uncomfortable for clothes so he tore off the nightgown, Narcissa's nightgown, that he was wearing and threw it a few feet away.
It was completely dark outside by the time he felt the urge to push. The room was lit by the large, ornate fireplace, and some candles that were lit around the room. He was sweaty, but the healer had a damp, cool flannel on his forehead which she occasionally moved to wipe around his neck.
He let his instincts lead him, ignoring the guttural sounds he made as the pain increased to levels he could barely imagine, but it was okay. His baby, his kit, was coming. He could feel it. He could feel his little one moving further and further down his canal as he pushed with each contraction.
He felt a new presence next to him and his magic told him it was Lucius. He smiled slightly through the pain, but he wished Lucius would touch him, hold him, hold his hand… anything. But he understood why he wouldn't. This was just a dream. A very real dream, but a dream nonetheless. He wished he could ask for him, but all that could leave his mouth was sounds of pain.
He felt Draco's head reach the opening of his canal and he couldn't stop himself from reaching down and feeling it. His other hand still clutched at the sheets tightly, though.
He kept his hand on Draco's head as he kept pushing, moving to cradle it as he finally pushed the head out.
He felt Draco turn and he gave another almighty push. He released the sheets and swept down to help Draco slide out the rest of the way. He breathed a sigh of relief as he gently lifted his crying kit to his chest and he turned himself so he was sitting on the floor, back leaning against the bed.
Then he looked down at the crying, tiny baby in his arms and everything seemed to stop. He was in awe of his baby.
He was grateful when the healer handed him a soft white towel to clean Draco up with so he could see his kit properly, without the liquids coating him. Out of his periphery he could see the healer magically cutting the cord and cleaning him up. But he didn't care about that.
He could see little tufts of blonde hair peeking out of Draco's tiny head. He ran his fingers gently over his head and smiled when his cries stopped and the baby opened his pale blue/grey eyes, looking up at Harry.
He hoped Draco could see him, and not Narcissa, but he wasn't holding out hope for that. Draco would know, hopefully, what was going on. He couldn't stop his tears of happiness, and sadness, as he pulled his tiny kit closer into his chest, and he kissed the soft head gently, savouring the moment with him. Wishing he could see his kit soon, but knowing that given the state of things in the outside world that it wasn't likely he would be able to.
He could feel his and Draco's magic bonding properly and it was the most amazing feeling, especially as he was able to spend these moments with his baby as well, just holding him, cherishing him.
He could feel the powerful magics bonding him and Draco settling down and he hated it because he knew that it meant he would wake up soon. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay with his baby. To raise him. To love him. To truly watch him grow up, and not just the memories he had been able to see over the past month.
A sob tore from his throat as he felt himself begin to wake up, and he clung his baby closer to him, wanting to keep him in his arms. He placed one final kiss on Draco's head…
And then he was blinking his eyes open, Hermione was waking him up. She was looking at him nervously.
He didn't feel safe.
But he did feel his now fully formed bond with Draco and it tore at his heart that his baby, his kit, wasn't with him.
He was also sore, incredibly so. Despite not having a birth canal at that moment it hurt right where it would be. And his stomach was sore beyond belief also, he could feel it cramping, and it felt empty and heavy at the same time. Somehow though his body sensed that he didn't feel safe and as he sat up he didn't show that he was in pain, of any kind.
"Are you okay? Are you in any pain? Do you need anything?" Hermione asked, looking incredibly worried.
And it was at that moment that he truly considered that maybe, somehow, her and Ron knew about him being Lucius' mate. It was absurd. How could they possibly know? He hadn't said anything about it. He didn't know himself until after the dreams had started. His book was hidden.
But why would she ask him that if she didn't know? If she didn't think there could be a reason for him being in pain. As far as he was aware, she had no interest in Veela, or any creature really. If she did she would take into account the house elves feelings when she tried to free them. She would listen to why they couldn't be freed.
So how did she know that he may be in pain that day? Could she know that he had just felt the birth of his kit? How?
He was confused.
He was scared.
He was worried.
He didn't feel safe.
How did they know? If they know, that is.
And if they do know, then why aren't they mentioning it? Why did they antagonise the Malfoys? Why did they…
He realised, looking back on his memories, that they always either tried to keep Harry away from Draco (whether by telling him things about Draco and his father that Harry now knows are untrue, or by physically dragging him away), or they would outright bully him in front of Harry. Harry always remained silent, and Draco never really said anything either. It was always Ron and Hermione initiating things.
It just about killed him to realise that maybe they did know and they were actively trying to keep him away from his kit, and therefore his mate. But no more. He wouldn't stand to be away from them for any longer than necessary.
"No, Hermione. I'm fine," Harry asked, confused.
She breathed a sigh of relief but he could see a small flicker of disbelief in her eyes.
Merlin, he wanted to cry. He wanted his mate, and his kit in his arms.
Hermione left the room to go and make breakfast. Harry allowed himself a moment to curl into a ball around his empty stomach and hold himself. Tears filled his eyes.
He just wanted his kit and his mate with him. Especially after that memory/dream. He needed his baby in his arms.
Even though he wasn't a baby anymore, and, in fact, was more than a month older than Harry. Some might think it were strange, Harry himself probably would have thought that too, but it really just felt… right, good, amazing even.
He only allowed himself a few minutes of showing his pain, his turmoil. His body and magic were acutely aware that he wasn't safe with the people he was residing with. Especially after the questions.
He stumbled out of bed, breathing through the pain since he was alone for the moment. Then he headed for the en-suite to ready himself for the day. He chose the master bedroom so he was away from the other two, wanting to feel safer as he slept, as he dreamt. He looked in the mirror above the sink and was rather upset that he couldn't see any signs that he had just given birth to his kit, other than the red eyes from his tears.
It hurt more, though, that his baby wasn't with him. That his little one wasn't in his arms still. He wanted to go back, but he couldn't.
Why did Hermione have to wake him up?
He undressed and climbed into the shower to attempt to relax and take his mind and heart off his mate and kit.
It didn't help with any of it, though, unfortunately. But at least he could be a bit louder with his cries as the shower covered any sounds rather well.
He hadn't cried out loud since he was five.
The day seemed to drag as they finished the potion and other preparations for the following day. Prepared for any and all events, though Harry didn't really think all events were covered. He had half a mind to grab the Horcrux and escape the two to find his mate and kit. He didn't want to be away from them anymore. He needed them close. He needed to protect them.
When he finally climbed back into his bed for the night he relaxed slightly, knowing he would be able to truly speak to Lucius, even if they were just in a dreamscape.
His mind and magic felt calm for the first time, well, ever really, as he finally slipped into sleep.
He opened his eyes in a cosy living room that was decorated in warm blues and ebony woods. There was a large, ornate fireplace against the wall to his right, a large black, leather sofa opposite and a number of armchairs, coffee tables, and bookshelves filled with books of varying colours and sizes dotted around. The windows on two of the walls were large and allowed in a view of a large garden that was lit by what looked like fairy lights but also weren't as it was night time, the moon was shining though, and the stars were glistening in the clear sky.
It was beautiful.
"Harry," he heard in a soft voice, and he turned around to find Lucius standing there, smiling sadly at him, his eyes gentle and filled with the same awe he had seen in memories with Draco.
Harry couldn't stop himself from smiling and rushing over to the tall, beautiful man in front of him and throwing his arms around his broad shoulders, breathing in a sigh of relief when the man's arms circled his waist.
They spent a few moments just breathing each other in, literally. Just standing there, holding each other, breathing in the other's scents. Neither quite believed that this was real, even if it wasn't fully, that they had found each other.
Lucius dragged him gently over to one of the arm chairs next to the fireplace and sat in it before placing Harry in his lap. Harry happily curled close to the man as the strong arms held him.
He felt almost content. He was the closest to contentedness that he had ever been. The only thing he needed to be truly content now was Draco in his arms.
"How is Draco? Is he back at Hogwarts now? Does he know? Is he okay with it?" Harry asked, looking at Lucius with worried eyes that caused the older man to smile gently.
"He is… well, he's not okay, but that has nothing to do with you, Harry. As much as I have tried to protect him from everything, he's still been caught up in it, too much. He isn't back at Hogwarts. Draco and I escaped the Manor when my dreams started because our magics were too volatile around the Death Eaters, and… we have been in hiding ever since. The only person who has visited is Severus because he is the only person who knows what is happening with us, and the only person who knows where this house is besides us two. He is the only person we feel safe with,
"And yes, Draco knows that you are my mate, he has felt your bond, and he is happy about it. He has longed for a mother his whole life, and, well, despite your ages, he has always felt connected to you. Even before you turned seventeen and our bonds started to form. He just couldn't get close to you, but he can now, and he is happy to be able to,"
Harry's heart hurt that Draco had never known a mother's love, but then, Harry hadn't either. He thought he had with Molly, but just the thought of her made him uncomfortable now. But he promised himself he would try and be the mother that Draco needed, and wanted.
"I need him, and you, close to me," Harry said quietly.
"I know, and we will be together as soon as we can be, I promise," Lucius said, "We need you close, too,"
Harry smiled slightly, and Lucius smiled at him, too. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on another human, and it was just for him.
"I'm sorry Narcissa said those things to you, and about Draco during his birth. Neither of you deserve it. Draco isn't a thing,"
"It's not your fault, Harry. She never wanted children. She was forced into it by our fathers, and the bloody contract. The Veela magics certainly didn't help either. Not that our fathers understood that. I am just thankful that my mother made my father add a clause to it that dissolved our marriage when I found my mate. She doesn't know yet, but when the war is over I will sit her down and let her know. She's not a bad person, she just, needs a different life, I guess,"
Harry nodded in understanding.
"But, in any case, Draco's birth is one of my most precious memories… despite the few words she got in before you took over," Lucius smirked as Harry looked at him in shock, "It happens, sometimes, when the submissive mate is particularly magically strong, that they can take over from the birthing mother, even though they may not even be born yet as in your case. I didn't see who you were physically, but your magic was there, and your calmness. You couldn't speak, because it wasn't your body, your voice, but even then you managed to let your instincts take over enough to do what you needed to do without needing the healer to help much at all. The way you held Draco after his birth, until you woke up anyway, the way you looked at him, the way you cried when you felt you were leaving, I knew you were there. Somewhere. It was then that I knew, for sure, I would have a mate. I only moved closer to you when I knew Draco was definitely coming because I didn't want her to fight her way back in and ruin the moment with words that she couldn't help but say. I didn't touch you for the same reason, but Merlin did I want to,"
"I wanted you to, also," Harry smiled, "But there's always next time,"
The look of wonder on Lucius' face made Harry smile more, no one had ever looked at him with such awe, or love before.
"Next time?" Lucius asked nervously.
"Yeah. I mean, I would rather like to experience a pregnancy, and a birth where you can actually be close to me, and hold me, and… I've always wanted a large family. And I think Draco needs some siblings, and I need more time with my new-born baby than I had with Draco. Hermione woke me up…" he looked down at his knees as his mind rushed with all the feelings he had had for his friends this past month.
"I've also always wanted a large family," Lucius said in amazement, "What's the matter, Harry?"
"I don't feel safe," Harry rushed out, looking at his mate with fear, and sadness.
"Why? Where are you?" Lucius looked concerned, and angry, and protective all in one and it made something in Harry flutter in delight.
"I am in the Black family townhouse with Ron and Hermione. But my magic, it doesn't feel safe with them. And I don't either, personally, especially since they have been asking me questions all month about my dreams. Every morning, without fail, they ask me what I dreamed about. I lied, of course, but I don't… I think that, somehow, they know about us being mates. I don't know how, I haven't said anything. I didn't even know for sure until I started having the dreams and I brought the book I've been reading. But that has remained hidden. And this morning, when Hermione woke me up, she asked if I was in pain. As if she knew that there was a reason for me to be in pain. And… I don't feel safe,"
"Were you in pain?" Lucius asked, concerned.
"Yeah, but I couldn't physically show it unless I was alone, or with Kreacher who proceeded to mother me whenever we were alone together. My body wouldn't let me. I don't feel safe enough to show it to them two, though. I just, I don't know what to do. I want to get away from them, but I don't know how. They keep me close unless we are sleeping, but then they are on me with the questions, and I just… I have a feeling that they aren't who they pretend to be, and it… I don't know," Harry's voice trembled.
Lucius was practically growling, and it sent a thrill of butterflies through Harry's belly that someone would be so protective of him.
"What are you doing? What are your plans for the Horcruxes?" Lucius asked.
Harry breathed deeply, "To be truthfully honest, Dumbledore didn't leave us with much information at all really. Two have been destroyed. We have found one, and are breaking into the Ministry under Polyjuice potion tomorrow to get it, from Umbridge. We have no clue about the rest. Does Severus know anything about them?"
Lucius' arms tightened around him, and Harry smiled, "He said that Dumbledore thinks some may have been hidden with other 'loyal' Death Eaters, since one was left with me. Not that I knew what it was,"
"I know," Harry reassured him, calmly.
"If I had any guess, Bellatrix would probably have one. She is insane, and protective enough over the Dark Lord to hide something that is seemingly valuable to him. Severus also said Nagini might be one, and there, perhaps, might be one in Hogwarts. We don't know, though. We will keep looking and searching for any hints. Do you have a way of destroying them?"
"No," Harry scowled, "The only way we know works is basilisk venom, or I'm guessing the sword of Gryffindor, since the Headmaster used it to destroy the ring, and I used it to kill the basilisk. But we have neither of those, and again, Dumbledore didn't tell us of any other ways. He just sent us off, blind. Not knowing what we were doing… Just the usual, really,"
"Bloody coot," Lucius muttered, shaking his head almost angrily, "Be careful, Harry,"
"I will," Harry said, leaning against the man's chest properly, "I don't want to go with them, though. After I have the Horcrux, I mean. I can't stay with them another moment longer than necessary. I… I don't know how much longer I will be able to control myself. I need to be with you and our kit,"
"Then come to us, Harry. As soon as you have the Horcrux, get away from them and either floo or apparate to us. We can help you with the rest. If they aren't safe for you, for your magic, then you need to be away from them as soon as possible,"
"How? Where are you?" Harry asked desperately.
"I can't tell you the exact place, Harry, Severus is the secret keeper. But Veela magics are more powerful than almost any wards. If you follow our bonds it will lead you to us. But if you don't feel safe with them, then don't let them know that you are leaving them. Watch them leave the Ministry, or get away from them at the last possible second, then apparate to us. If they already know then they will do anything to stop you, apparently,"
"Okay," Harry breathed out, nodding his head, "I can do that. I think. I hope. I can't stand being away from you,"
"It's the bond, it will settle more the more time we spend together,"
Harry nodded in understanding, settling more into Lucius' chest, his ear over Lucius' heart so he could hear the strong, steady beat.
"I didn't want to wake up last night, I wanted to stay. I wanted more than just that short period of time with Draco. I needed it. I… I wish I could go back in time and raise him with you. Instead of just having the few memories I saw this past month with him," Harry said quietly.
"I wanted you to stay, also. And I wish you could go back in time to raise him with me. But I think… As much as it pains me, I don't think it would be wise even if you could. Mine and Narcissa's fathers would have made it difficult for us, even despite the clause my mother forced them to add. But you can see any of my memories of Draco any time you wish, I have pictures, also. And, when we have more children, you will be there for them," as he spoke, Lucius' hand found Harry's flat stomach, his thumb gently rubbed up and down, and Harry smiled, his hand moving to lay on top of the blonde's, their fingers intertwining.
"Has Draco found his mate yet?" Harry asked, worried. He didn't know how he would feel if he had.
He wouldn't be angry, that was for sure. But, at the same time, he desperately wanted some time with his kit before he was off with his mate. He needed time with the baby he had just found before he was leaving the nest.
"No," Lucius sighed, "He either hasn't met them yet, or he is the oldest, which is rare for a submissive, but not completely unheard of,"
Harry couldn't stop the sigh of relief that escaped him, and Lucius chuckled.
"Don't worry, you will have some time with him before he finds his mate," Lucius said.
After a few moments of silence Lucius let out a shaky breath, "I'm sorry, Harry,"
"Why are you sorry?" Harry asked, sitting up slightly to look at him.
"I'm sorry for how I have been forced to treat you over the years by my position, and for the diary, and… I'm sorry for how I treated Dobby that day, but know that I actually did it so that you would 'trick' me to free him, so that he wouldn't have to keep being treated like that by Narcissa. After she got pregnant, she… changed. She was angry at the world, our fathers, me, Draco, and she let it get the best of her when it came to Dobby, who was the elf to spend the most time with her. Since he has been gone, though, no house elf has gone near her long enough to be hurt the way he was. I know I said earlier that she wasn't a bad person, and she isn't in general, but… well, her anger gets the better of her occasionally. She…"
"Lucius, I know. I understand. I've seen many of your memories. I know that none of it is your fault. And, I mean, I can't say that I am happy she hurt Dobby, he didn't deserve it. But, at the same time, I know what it is like to be angry at the world. I destroyed Dumbledore's office at the end of my fifth year in a fit of anger. I… shit…" Harry couldn't stop the panic that was quickly building in him.
"Harry?" Lucius asked worriedly, especially as Harry jumped up from his lap and scrambled away from him, collapsing to the floor in front of the fire and crying as a memory he had tried so vehemently to forget crashed to the front of his mind and stayed there, playing over and over.
Lucius knelt next to him, "Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry shook his head, trying to curl in on himself as more memories joined that one.
"I'm a terrible mum. I'm just like my uncle," Harry muttered, almost on a loop, just like his memories.
"No, Harry, you are nothing like your uncle,"
"I almost killed our baby, our kit," Harry cried, "I hurt him,"
"Harry, you didn't know what that spell would do, first of all. You had been manipulated by the people around you to hate Draco, all Slytherins really, but mostly him. And Severus and I think…" he trailed off.
"What? What do you think?" Harry asked, confused as he saw a look of worry and pain on Lucius' face.
"When Severus arrived, he saw Miss Granger outside of the bathroom, Harry. She was watching you, almost smiling. And… for a second he said your eyes looked glassy, as if you were under a spell. Then you snapped out of it and it really dawned on you what happened and, well, you know the rest, I guess. We aren't completely sure of anything, Harry. But she was there. In any case, Harry, if you were anything like your uncle, you wouldn't have regretted what happened at all, but you regretted it straight away,"
Harry looked at him in shock for a second before anger pushed its way through and he growled, his magic flaring dangerously, "She wanted me to kill him. She wanted me to kill my baby," he growled, "I'll kill her,"
"No, Harry. You won't kill her,"
"But-"
"Harry, she isn't worth it. First of all, all we know for sure, until we go to Gringotts and get you an inheritance test, or Severus himself does one on you, or an advanced diagnostic, is that she was there. We don't know if she used a spell on you. Second, even if she did, Harry, she isn't worth it. Yes, Veela, and Veela mates, can get away with killing people that hurt their family, especially their kit, but only if the killing happens at the same time as the thing that hurts them. You will get thrown in Azkaban if you kill her now and she isn't doing anything. I don't want to lose you, Harry. I may not completely know you yet, but I want to. I want to know you, I want a life with you. You will be an amazing mum, Harry, I know it. I know because you wanted it so badly that you managed to fight Narcissa back and take over for her so that she wouldn't have to experience the rest of the birth mentally. I know because of the way you let your instincts take over, and the way you held our baby, the way you looked at him, and the way you didn't want to leave. You didn't want to hurt Draco, Harry, whether you were controlled or not. I know because you wouldn't have regretted it as quickly as you did if you had wanted to,"
At some point Lucius' arms had wrapped around Harry and pulled him close, allowing Harry to cry into his shirt.
"I didn't want to hurt him," Harry said.
"I know. And he knows that, too. He forgave you a long time ago, Harry. And he loves you, even though you haven't been together since the bonding started,"
"He loves me?" Harry asked uncertainly, desperately.
"Yes, Harry. He loves you. He has for a while, because your bond has been working away longer than ours. Apparently he could actually see you, not Narcissa when he was born. I don't know how he remembers it, it must be a Veela magic that is only known between people who experience it, like many others. But that is why he wanted to be close to you, because he knew who you were. He saw how others kept you away from him, though. He saw that you wanted to talk to him sometimes, actually talk, not fight, but others would ruin it. He saw that you didn't want to hurt him, Harry, and he forgave you,"
"I love him, too," Harry said, his heart fluttering at the thought of Draco actually seeing him, not Narcissa when he was born.
"He knows," Lucius kissed Harry's head.
Harry could feel himself waking up and he clung to Lucius' shirt tighter, not wanting to leave.
"I don't want to leave you," Harry said, his voice wavering.
"You're not leaving me, Harry. Not really. We can feel each other all the time. And, if all goes well, we will be seeing each other later, for real. And you can have our kit in your arms again,"
"But-"
"I know, Harry, I know. But you must wake up now, and get that Horcrux. Then we can be together. And we can end the war together. Then we can live our lives, together,"
"Together,"
"Always,"
And they kissed, it was brief, but it was one of the most magical things Harry had ever experienced.
Then he was awake.
Hiya, I hope you are all well!
Long chapter, I know. I think it one of the longest I have ever written. But I hope you enjoyed it. I hope this is a different spin on all the amazing Veela mate stories out there that you will all continue to enjoy. I am going to be spending a while focussing on their family dynamic, I don't want Draco finding his mate too quickly, not that I have figured out who to make his mate yet. I have a few ideas, but haven't fully decided yet. So let me know if you have anyone you would like to see as his mate.
So, will Harry escape those who don't make him feel safe? Will he be with Lucius and Draco soon? Will the three of them, and Severus, end the war before when it originally happened? What will Harry find out about his so called friends? Who are his true friends? What will everyone's reactions be to, well, everything? Will Harry and Lucius have more kits? How many more? Will we find someone for Severus? Who will be Draco's mate? Only time will tell, I guess. But if there is anything you would like to see at all, or anything you are guessing, or whatever, I am more than happy to read your comments, and reply.
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Kind regards,
Paige xx