A Veela Family
Chapter 3: Vision
"Why are you telling me this, Yaxley? I mean, surely you are panicking right now because you had the Potter boy in your grasp and failed to bring him to me," Voldemort hissed, and the man was indeed a quivering mess in front of him, "Crucio!"
The man fell to the floor, his screams echoing around the large ballroom.
"W-we can't harm him, My Lord," Yaxley said, his quivering voice turning to screams again as the torture began.
"Why ever not?" Voldemort snarled dangerously, leaning closer to the man.
"Be-because he is a Veela mate, My Lord. Veela magic is a lot more powerful than the average wizard's. He is a lot more powerful than he was previously. And his mate will be also now that they have found each other. And Veela magic is different to ours, they have more abilities, and more rights for certain things. If you kill or hurt Potter, his mate will become powerful enough to kill you in revenge, especially if they have a kit on the way, or they haven't gotten around to having one yet. And he will be able to legally get away with it, no matter which side is in control of the Ministry, because if we try to punish him for his revenge killing the Veela nation as a whole will get involved. We aren't powerful enough to take down a Veela and his mate, my Lord, not even you are. They are even more powerful if they have a kit to protect as well,"
"Crucio!" Voldemort said, breathing deeply in anger, "You dare to assume I am an average wizard. That I am not powerful. Do you really have so little faith in me?"
"No, My Lord, of course I have faith in you. But Veela are on a completely different level than any wizard, they are-" he screamed as another wave of pain struck him.
"How many times do I have to tell you incompetent fools that I cannot die? I am immortal. They are not. Kill them both before anyone attempts to kill me. And tell me where Lucius and his family are, the house elves are not listening to me, and I don't know where they are to kill them,"
"I-I don't know, My lord. They disappeared shortly after the Potter boy's birthday," Yaxley's eyes widened slightly in realisation, and Voldemort caught it, torturing the man again.
"What, Yaxley? Where are they?"
"My-My Lord, the Malfoys are Veela,"
Voldemort's eyes widened in shock and anger as realisation dawned upon him.
"Avada Kedavra,"
Yaxley was dead.
Harry shot up in the bed, eyes wide and alert as he tried to calm his racing heart and the pain in his body, especially his head. He could still feel Voldemort's anger through their link, and it hurt.
"Harry," Lucius said worriedly from beside him and he looked around properly to see his mate and kit on either side of him, looking at him in concern.
"I'm fine," Harry breathed shakily, "Just a vision is all,"
"You didn't sound fine when you were screaming as though you were being tortured," Lucius grumbled.
"Yes, well, I was being tortured, but that is the joys of having a mental link to one Tom Riddle, I suppose," Harry muttered.
"I'm sorry, what now?" Lucius growled protectively and Harry looked at him in shock.
"Didn't Severus mention it to you?" Harry said carefully.
"He mentioned nothing about you having a mental link to the Dark Lord. How? Why? What..?"
"It is in my scar, and it formed when he tried to kill me that first time. Every so often, especially when he is particularly angry at someone, I can see into his mind and feel what he is doing to the other people around. Though there was one time, when Nagini attacked Arthur Weasley, that I was able to connect to her, and watch what was happening as if I was the one doing it. I tried to learn Occlumency, from Severus, but it didn't go very well," Harry said, "And I thought Voldie told you anyway, when you tried to get the prophecy for him?"
"No, he said he had been spending some time learning a branch of dream magic that allowed him to control your dreams when he fancied, not that you and he had a connection that allowed you to see and feel what he was doing, let alone what his snake was…" Lucius trailed off, looking at Harry's scar in horror and such terrible pain that Harry could do nothing but reach out and hold his hand.
"Lucius? What-?"
"Draco, can you go and get Severus here, immediately, please?" Lucius said shakily.
Draco looked confused but nodded anyway, leaving the room to go to the one fireplace in the home which was connected to the floo network.
"Lucius," Harry whispered, concern in his voice and eyes as he looked at his mate.
Lucius just looked right back at Harry, a pain so deep in his features that Harry didn't know what to do, he wasn't used to comforting people, not really, especially not his mate.
As soon as Draco and Severus arrived Lucius was off the bed and pinning Severus to the wall, an angry and pained magic flaring out of him.
"Lucius!" Harry cried, climbing off the bed and walking over to his distressed mate, placing a gentle hand on the older man's bicep, "Lucius, let go of Severus," Harry said calmly.
But the Veela just shook his head, glaring at the dark haired man in his grip who was looking at him with more than a little bit of fear in his dark eyes.
"Severus, do you know?" Lucius growled.
"Do I know what?" Severus said, trying to remain calm.
"About Harry's scar… What it is, other than just a connection to the Dark Lord," Lucius said, his voice wavering in pain, and anger, and fear.
Severus gulped, pain in his eyes, "Yes," he whispered.
"How long have you known?" Lucius growled.
"A year,"
Harry was watching them in confusion, and a little bit of fear. What was his scar if not just a connection to Voldemort?
"Why didn't you tell me?" Lucius growled.
"Because I have spent the last year trying to find a way to destroy it without destroying Harry," Severus growled back, causing Lucius to let go of him in defeat.
And it was then that Harry understood.
He was a horcrux.
He had a piece of Voldemort's soul in him.
He felt himself shaking and vomit creeping up his throat.
"Have you found anything?" Lucius whispered desperately.
"If I had, I would have done it by now. The closest I have come to an idea that might actually work is stopping his heart and then restarting it like a muggle would,"
"Muggles can restart hearts?" Lucius said.
"Sometimes, it doesn't always work. Which is why I haven't done it, and why I didn't tell you, especially after we found out he was your mate, Lucius. I couldn't do that to you,"
"What's going on?" Draco asked quietly.
Harry lost his battle with the vomit and ran to the en-suite, collapsing to his knees shakily in front of the toilet as he lost what little he had been able to eat lately.
He felt a large, gentle hand on his back, rubbing it gently as he continued to upchuck the remains in his stomach. And he tried to focus on the comforting warmth it brought to his heart.
But his mind was whirling with… everything.
He had a piece of Voldemort's soul in him.
He had to die.
It took some time for his stomach to empty, and as soon as it was he was drinking a stomach soother, and being picked up by Lucius. He was soon on the bed with his kit snuggling into his side and his mate holding his hand.
He felt numb.
He felt disgusting.
He felt like he should leave his family so they aren't tainted by him.
But then he remembered the vision.
Voldemort knew, or guessed, that he was the mate of one of the Malfoys, which meant he would be coming after his family. His precious family.
He needed to protect them.
But how could he if he had to die?
If he had a piece of that monster's soul in him.
"Destroy me," Harry whispered, his voice shaking.
"No. Harry. No. Never. We will find a way," Lucius said, running his fingers through Harry's hair.
"But Severus has been looking for a year, and he hasn't found anything," Harry said, tears of pain and frustration glistening in his eyes.
"Yes, but there are more of us looking now. We will find something. And if not, then there are other ways to destroy the Dark Lord. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to die on me, on our kit," Lucius said fiercely.
Harry wanted to believe him.
He really did.
He wanted so desperately to believe that there was a way to get rid of it without him dying. He wanted a life with his mate and their kits. He wanted babies, and he wanted love, and he wanted family.
But all of that seemed like a rather distant wish at the moment.
How could he do those things if he had to die to get rid of the monster?
How could they stand to be around him, to hold him, when he has a piece of that man in him?
Why did every shred of happiness have to be ripped from him?
Why did his life have to be so messed up?
What did he do to deserve all this pain?
Why couldn't he just live, and be happy?
Why did everything have to hurt?
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