Hi guys!! Just letting you know I plan to make this a long fic…much longer than my While You Were Sleeping, and since angst seems to be my thing, it’s gonna be just as heavy…

Now, the thing with this one is that it’s not finished…I’ve only done the first two chapters, plus most of the third chapter as of posting this…This is just to gauge the reactions to the fic…

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related, nor am I receiving any profit for these works of fiction.

Hope you enjoy!!

Mansion Built Upon Sand

Jinko

Prologue

When a Veela is born, he or she is given a soul mate. This soul mate mightn’t be born, or even conceived at the point of the Veela’s birth, but nonetheless, he or she is given a mate. The day before his or her seventeenth birthday, the teenaged Veela begins the single most excruciating process of his or her life.

First, his or her body is subjected to potions to prevent unconsciousness for the next three days, and then the body changes. If he is destined to be forever with another male, his body will change to either be more feminine than his mate. Just the same, a female Veela with a female soul mate will become more masculine. A male/female coupling will change to the extreme of masculinity or femininity. The physical changes in the body’s structure causes severe pain to all Veela persons.

On the second day (the Veela’s actual seventeenth birthday), he or she will sit in agony with the images of his or her mate. Each image will be a little more descriptive than the last, but it will take half the day for the image to become clear. Once clear, if he or she knows this person, his or her body will react. If he or she has been decent to his or her mate, sleeping the pain away is an option. For those who had harmed his or her mate, pain beyond the agony already experienced from the process will take over his or her body until he or she fully feels the pain he or she had caused. This has been known to take the whole day.

The final day is the third day (the day after the Veela’s seventeenth birthday). After discovering whom his or her mate is, the Veela will endure more pain as his or her wings are developed. It is when the wings (traditionally scaly) are fully developed and penetrate the skin of his or her back that the Veela has come of age. As such, wizards and witches of this age have been legally of age for the past thousand years.

During these three days, the Veela is unable to be ambulant. Nor is he or she allowed to sleep, with the exception of the night between the second and third day. If he or she were to lose consciousness, the Veela would miss chances of seeing his or her mate, and therefore not fully know. It is recommended that a Potions Master and a Mediwitch are present for these days in order to keep the Veela fully sustained (through a Sustenance Spell) and in a constant supply of pain-killing potions.

Once a Veela knows his or her mate, he or she will do absolutely anything to obtain his or her love and be bound to him or her until death. A Veela cannot harm his or her mate, have sexual activity with someone other than his or her mate (after the Veela has discovered whom his or her mate actually is), and will otherwise be completely loyal to his or her mate. A Veela binds with his or her mate when the couple consummates the relationship. When the two copulate, an exchange of blood is necessary for the Veela and the mate to be fully one, connected through mind, body and soul. This is traditionally done through an oral exchange after bitten in the crook of the neck. Not only does this invoke the bond, but also it leaves a scar as a sign that the two were officially bound for all eternity. There is nothing known that can break such a bond between two entities.

A male Veela with a male as a mate will change to be more feminine than his mate so that he can bare a child with his soul mate. During the first day on his transformation, he would grow a womb and all else required to reproduce with his male mate. Females destined to have a female soul mate grow an internal system that produces sperm. This can be excreted from any body part at will, unlike a male’s egg, which is developed at the same rate as that of a woman.

Harry Potter was more than surprised when the Weasley twins, being Fred and George, Apparated into his room at number Four Privet Drive just seven days before his seventeenth birthday. He hadn’t expected any visits from anyone from the Order. They had all been put under orders from the late Albus Dumbledore not to remove him from his home with the Dursleys.

So when George told Harry to pack, he demanded answers.

“Malfoy’s been freed,” Fred explained, watching his twin brother and Harry begin to rummage around the room. “You-Know-Who got him out about three hours ago.”

“What about the others?” Harry asked.

“They were all left behind,” George answered. “We don’t know why, but he just strolled in, broke Malfoy free, and left. He didn’t even look at the other Death Eaters apparently.”

“They’re plotting something, so we’re getting you to a safer place,” Fred told him.

“Dumbledore said that I should be safe here until I turn seventeen,” Harry objected.

“Yeah? And what happens on your seventeenth birthday? They sit around out the front until the defences go down, and then come in and get you? The Order’s already decided against that option.”

Harry’s face flushed slightly. Once again, his opinion was as useless as trying to get Mrs. Black to shut up.

“Then where am I going?”

It was at this question that his bedroom door slammed open. The three Dursleys were all glaring at him.

“What are you doing?” Vernon demanded to know.

George continued to magically pack Harry’s belongings.

“We’re taking Harry to a safer place,” Fred sighed. “The bad guys are back, and seeing as Harry was the one who sent these bad guys to jail, we figured it’d be better to kidnap Harry before they did.”

Three Muggle jaws dropped.

“I’m done,” George announced.

Harry sighed deeply. “I really wanted to go another week without Mrs. Black.”

George and Fred exchanged glances. “You’re gonna get longer than that,” Fred said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“We were ordered to get you to Hogwarts.”

Chapter One: Orange Blossom

The reasons behind why Veela require mates, or why that mate is actually chosen, are unknown. Each Veela can only describe a longing for his or her mate; a love beyond description. He or she will describe a need to produce children for his or her mate, however, in come cases, the child does not necessarily have to be sired by his or her mate. Building a family with his or her mate is most important to a Veela above the age of seventeen.

She checked everything to make sure that it was all right. The best Potions Master in England was to her left, and she was a keen enough Mediwitch to go through with the Sustenance Spell. Her mate was there with her, much like the Lord whom she obeyed. She remembered the her son’s birth to the second, and knew that in the next five hours, he would go through hell to find the one who would bring him heaven. She knew this because she had gone through it decades before, when she discovered her mate in the same ritual. She also knew that her son was dreading it.

Narcissa Malfoy was a Black. She was also a Veela.

Many generations before her, a Veela procreated with a Black. The family, whose hair colour was normally the same shade as their surname, was introduced to the interesting world of pure blonde children. The amazing thing about this, though, was that the child of this Veela carried no Veela DNA in her genetic makeup. It was her great grandchild who showed the gene next. Followed by that was a distant cousin two decades later, and so on so forth.

Both of Narcissa’s siblings were brunette women. When she was born, her parents knew instantly that she was a Veela. The shock, though, was when Narcissa and her mate had a baby boy. He had hair as blonde as his mothers’. However, confusion struck the House of Black, as Narcissa’s mate, Lucius Malfoy, was also a blonde. It could have meant that the dark haired gene the family possessed simply was second to the blonde gene in the Malfoy line. The other possibility was that, for the first time in the Black family, a Veela child had been born to a Veela parent.

Lucius insisted that his child could only be a pureblood wizard. Narcissa, however, decided it was safer to get her son checked by a Mediwitch to reveal the child’s genealogy. The impossible had happened. Draco Malfoy, son to a Veela in the Black family, was also a Veela.

The proud parents watched the blonde teen as he slept in his bed. He would wake in a few hours as the pain shot through him, but they wanted him to sleep well first.

The last thing Harry wanted was for him to return to Hogwarts. Everyone in the Order had obviously missed that want, as well as his every other want, it seemed. He had intended on staying with the Dursleys for another week before he was taken away. And after that, he had wanted to return to his birthplace, Godric’s Hollow. From then on, he had hoped to search out the last four horcruxes. They were vital to the death of Voldemort. It couldn’t be done without their destruction. He still kept the fake locket in his pocket wherever he went, and he still had yet to tell anyone of authority the details of the last journey he and Albus travelled.

Remus Lupin, the latest person to take up the role of being Harry’s parent, was the first one to greet him into the safe walls of Hogwarts. He informed him that several searches had been performed over the castle, but none had showed up the whereabouts of the dark arts object used by the Death Eaters the night of Albus’ death.

“It’s in the Room of Requirement,” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Remus sighed at that. “We know; we just can’t get in the damned room.”

Harry had realised that Remus’ usual passiveness had began to waver.

“Hogwarts. It’s a mystery to all of us. I can remember a rumour about the castle being alive, you know?”

Remus told Harry this as they walked the empty halls towards the Room of Requirement. Harry’s belongings had already been taken to a private dormitory for him, somewhere near the Gryffindor Tower.

“It seems that since Albus’ death, the castle’s become agitated. It’s like it doesn’t know what to do now that there’s no Headmaster to take over. Since the school was built, and all the magical wards were put up and whatnot, there has never been a Headmaster dead without a successor appointed.”

“You really think that Hogwarts is alive?” Harry inquired, touching the wall he was closest to. He almost felt the stone tingle under his hand.

“It seems distant, like a child who just lost their parents. The wards created by the Four Founders are all that’s keeping everything working. Albus added so many defences. They all disappeared when he died. We’re working on it…”

“The twins said something about you being the saddest out of everyone,” Harry cut in, noticing that Remus mentioned Albus’ death twice now. “They were hoping that I’d be able to bring the cheerful Marauder back out of you.”

Remus shook his head at that one with a heavy sigh. “The twins said that, huh? They don’t know the story.” He looked at Harry’s confused expression. “We lost more than Albus that night. I lost my lover.”

Harry paused. “What? I thought you and Tonks…”

“Tonks has this crazy idea that we’re perfect together. I told her that I was wrong for her because I was too old, too poor and too dangerous. When she persisted, I told her that I was in love with someone who wasn’t even her gender. She…”

“Whoa…you love a guy?” Harry asked. His mind was reeling. “Wow…talk about too old for someone…I guess that’d explain why you were so sad when Dumbledore died…”

Remus cut him off, blushing bright red. “No! No, Harry. Albus wasn’t my lover.”

“But we didn’t lose anyone else.”

Remus gave Harry a slight smile. “We did. Just think outside the square. You’ll get it eventually.”

With that, Remus motioned that they continue walking, only this time it was in silence as Harry wracked his brains to figure out whom Remus’ lover was.

They were a few turns from where the Room of Requirement normally appears when Harry stopped walking again.

“I think I’m thinking a little too farfetched…”

“Then you’ve probably guessed right.”

“There’s no way in hell that I’m thinking of the right guy…”

“Tell me who you’re thinking of.”

“It can’t be…I mean, you two hate each other…” Remus smiled again. “Bloody hell! Bloody hell! This is impossible! You and Snape?”

“Turned out we didn’t hate each other as much as we thought each other did.”

“But he’s the bad guy!”

“I didn’t know that back then.”

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with him.” The ex-Gryffindor’s face reddened again. “Oh, somebody shoot me.”

“We were together for nearly eight months, Harry. That’s two thirds of the year, and in adult time, it’s a really long time to be with someone without having sex with them.”

“So didn’t need that mental image.”

Remus leant against one of the walls, intent on explaining more to Harry. “I guess he and I just fell in love. Sometimes these things happen. I mean, I’ve never been attracted to any man before, so I was as confused as you are now. We chose not to tell anyone because of his precarious position in this war, so I had to keep it from you, and I’m very sorry for that. I was very unsure about the whole thing. We bonded over Sirius’ death, to tell you the truth. And for the first few months, all I could think about was how Sirius and James would react to me being with Severus. I realised that I loved him more than any other lover in my past, and that Sirius and James would approve on that basis.”

“You really loved Snape.”

Harry’s mind was spinning.

“Even now, I fear.”

That stopped the confusion, and replaced it with anger.

“Even now?” Harry snapped. “Even now that he’s killed Dumbledore?”

“I knew you’d be angry at that one…”

“He’s a murderer!”

“He was one before we fell in love, Harry. And I knew that he was a killer when our relationship started.”

“You loved him, even though you knew all of that?”

“You can’t decide who you love.”

“But Snape?”

“Had I known what he was going to do, I would have killed him to stop him, Harry, I swear it on my life. You have no idea how much it hurts me to know that he had this all in his mind…we had been together only the night before he killed him. I don’t know if he was with me just so I’d overlook everything he’d do, or if he really did love me.”

Harry watched his older friend. “You’re making me want him dead more than I already wanted him to be,” he claimed, causing Remus’ mouth to shut tightly.

“I don’t think death…”

“He shouldn’t be treated any different because he tricked you into loving him. We’d kill, or at least give the Dementors’ Kiss, to anyone else who killed Dumbledore.”

Remus sighed again. “Maybe I’m a little more biased than everyone else, but I can’t help but feel like Severus had a reason for doing what he did. Maybe I’m just hoping.”

“Maybe.”

The third Weasley child interrupted the two. Charlie Weasley, still as longhaired as ever, stood before them, smiling at Harry.

“Long time no see, man,” he grinned, shaking Harry’s hand. “We’ve already taken in the Vanishing Cabinet from Borgin, but we can’t…”

“Get into the Room of Requirement?” Harry finished.

“I guess Lupin’s filled you in.”

“Yeah.” Harry started to walk out to the hallway where the Room appeared. Minerva McGonagall, Arthur Weasley, and Nymphadora Tonks were all standing around, conversing about the next thing they should ask for. He instantly noticed how Tonks looked away as Remus approached.

“We figured that since you’ve been in here more than anyone else that perhaps you could figure it out,” Charlie continued.

“I tried all through last year,” Harry told them. “When I found out that Malfoy was spending all of his time in there, I tried to get in to see what he was doing. It didn’t let me. I got in there once…” Harry paused, remembering that he had gotten inside the Room that year, as had Professor Trelawney, both when they were searching for a place to hide what they wanted no one to find. Harry also remembered that he had left the copy of Advanced Potion-Making that he had taken from the school. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose knowing that he had unknowingly relied on Snape for all that help.

“Harry?” Remus asked, interrupting Harry’s thoughts.

“I got in when I wanted to hide something,” Harry admitted. He hit his hand with the palm of his hand. “I’m so stupid! I saw the Cabinet! I saw it when I was in there! It was the one Montague got stuffed in. I can’t believe I’m so stupid.” Despite his rant, he began to pace back and forth in the corridor, the mantra of ‘I need a place to hide my book’ going through his head. When he finished the third lap, he looked up, only to find that the door still wasn’t there.

“Well that sucks,” Charlie sighed bluntly.

Harry shook his head and looked up at Remus. “I need Hermione. She’ll be able to figure it out.”

Minerva shook her head. “Her parents have demanded that she has no more contact with us,” she said solemnly. “Miss Granger told them of Albus’ death, and they made her tell them about everything else that’s happened over the years. They don’t her getting any further involved than what she already is.”

Harry groaned. “We can’t blame them for that, but she’s the only person I know of who’s read that damned book inside and out.”

“Unless she leaves of her own free will, there’s nothing we can do,” Arthur informed him. “Ron tried owling her…I’m actually quite glad that her parents don’t know what a Howler is. The letter was so rude that I was surprised that Hermione’s their child.”

“Have you tried calling her?”

“Mister Granger wants no one in the wizarding community to talk to Hermione,” Charlie told him. “I even stopped by, pretending to be a door-to-door survey type, surveying teenagers, but they must have seen my wand. They slammed the door in my face, shouting out that they didn’t want their daughter to be around our dangerous kind anymore.”

Harry glared at that. “Did they forget to realise that she’s one of us?”

“Apparently so.”

When they figured that they couldn’t get the Room of Requirement to appear, they decided to turn to the library for extra research. It was more than a little strange for Harry to see all of the adults talking together as if they were in the staff room or something like that. The books he initially searched were much different from the ones they were. They instantly headed for a Restricted Section, and it wasn’t until Minerva told him so that he knew that he was allowed in there. It was going to take a while for Harry to get used to the fact that he wasn’t there at Hogwarts as a bound-to-the-rules student, but a member of the Order of the Phoenix. He was their equal, not their pupil.

However, the book Harry wanted wasn’t in the Restricted Section. Not if it was the book Hermione had quoted to him so many times before over the years. He was after Hogwarts, A History. That was where Harry would start if he were to find the answers he needed. He wanted to know if Remus was right. He needed to know if Hogwarts was really alive. When he found the book, he froze.

He had figured that he thought the book had looked so huge back when he was smaller, but he realised, with yet another heavy sigh, that regardless to his size, the book was still thicker than most books he had read.

He carried the heavy volume over to where Tonks was sitting, and procrastinated over actually opening the damned thing. So instead, he turned to Tonks to see what she was reading.

“Veelas?” he asked, spotting out the one word.

“I think I figured out why they got Malfoy out of Azkaban,” Tonks said, looking up from the pages.

“Veelas?” Harry asked again, still confused.

“My aunt, Narcissa, is a Veela. So is Draco.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “So after all that pureblood crap, he’s a half breed like Voldemort and Snape? And doesn’t that make you a Veela, too?”

Tonks shook her head, and told Harry about her family’s background. “And to have Veela blood in you is just as revered as being a pureblood.”

“Damnit…but why would Malfoy be out of Azkaban for that?”

“Narcissa would probably want him there for the transformation.” And with that, she explained the details of the three-day period Veelas go through.

“A soul mate? Fate does like to throw us all around, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know all the details about the transformations, but I do know that they need a Mediwitch, and a Potions Master there to help with the pain. Narcissa is a good enough Mediwitch, I suppose, but they’d also have…”

“Snape,” Harry guessed. He noticed that that caught Remus’ attention.

“He is Draco’s godfather, after all. Not only that, but there’s no way in hell that You-Know-Who would break someone free from Azkaban for nothing. He’d probably be there to see his favourite little Death Eater mature to a man.”

“So we’d have all of them in the same spot?”

“For three days straight.”

Draco Malfoy awoke to harsh stabbing sensations all over his body. He found red eyes were watching him.

“He’s awake, Narcissa,” came the hissing voice of the Dark Lord. Very quickly, Narcissa and Severus were by his side, tipping several potions down the teen’s throat. The pain faded away, though he could feel his legs tingling. Obviously, that was the first body part to change for him.

“Where did it hurt, dear?” Narcissa asked, sitting by her son’s side.

He was lying in a small bed in a tiny shack, which was a Death Eater safe house. They had been jumping from place to place in order to lose the Aurors who were chasing them. Now, as he got ready for the excruciating pain, he realised that he was no longer under the covers of the bed, and that he was also shirtless.

“It hurt everywhere,” Draco answered his mother. “But my legs feel really weird.”

“They will. I guess you’re currently shorter than your mate. Brilliant. Your babies with this woman will be nice and tall.”

“You are presuming that his mate will be female,” Voldemort sighed. “For all we know, your son will be the carrier out of the two.”

“Not likely, my Lord,” Lucius stupidly argued. “Malfoys…”

“From what I’ve seen, the Malfoys are not physically powerful. I wouldn’t be surprised if your son turned out to be the woman in the relationship.”

“Regardless, any child born to my son and his mate will be loyal to you, my Lord.”

Voldemort looked unimpressed. “I’d much rather another Pettigrew, Lucius.”

Draco let out a sharp cry as he heard and felt his bones in his legs crunch due to the changes. He moved to grab at his femur, which had been the bone that snapped, when Severus held his wrists in place.

“Touching it will only do more damage,” Severus explained.

Hours of bone crunching noises, agonizing cries, phials of potions and sweat covered rags passed before Narcissa made a most disturbing (to Lucius) discovery.

“It’s a boy,” she gasped. “His mate is a boy.”

“Bullshit,” Lucius hissed out. Voldemort merely smirked.

“She’s right,” Severus added.

“The hell she is!”

“His pants-they’re much longer on him than what they were before.”

The four of them looked at the legs of the slacks Draco was wearing. He was curled up, but they went past his toes, whereas before the transformation, they reached the top of his foot.

“My son will not carry another man’s baby!”

Draco let out another groan of pain as he clutched his stomach. Fewer bones were crunching, so Narcissa figured it was time for his insides to change.

“Where does it hurt, Draco?” Narcissa asked for the sixth time that day.

“My-my hips…stomach…moving…” Draco moaned out. Narcissa gently removed Draco’s hand from his abdomen, and felt around. She could feel the organs moving, making way.

“He’s getting ready to grow his womb,” Narcissa sighed. “And his hips are expanding.”

Lucius shook his head. “This is a waste of time,” he assessed, and left the tiny room. Only Voldemort’s eyes followed him out.

Severus smirked at his godson. “I’m guessing you never told him about Theodore,” he muttered, wiping some of the sweat from Draco’s face. The young blonde chuckled slightly.

“Kinda…kinda hard to tell…him…homo-homophobe…” Draco breathed out.

Narcissa felt her mouth drop open. “Theodore? As in Theodore Nott? You…”

“Ah, so he didn’t tell you either?” Severus asked. “I caught them up in the Astronomy Tower about three months ago.”

“You catch him kissing another boy, and you don’t tell me?”

Draco coughed into the pillow he was resting his head on, causing Voldemort to raise an eyebrow.

“Your son’s mouth was elsewhere occupied, Narcissa,” Severus eloquently corrected her.

That, surprisingly, got a snicker out of Voldemort. “Theodore Nott being the son of the Death Eater?”

“Y-yes, my Lord,” Draco replied, cringing again.

“I heard that teen Veelas tend to be a little licentious before they come of age,” Voldemort continued, “I am glad, however, that you chose such a boy. A pureblood son of a Death Eater. Does he intend on joining the cause?”

“Of c-course, my Lord.”

“Did you sleep with him?” Narcissa asked, completely shocked.

“He wasn’t my-my first,” Draco claimed, and then groaned in pain. “K-Kayden.”

“Manning? As in the family friend?” Narcissa gasped. She saw Severus nod his head. “When? He’s three years older than you!”

“Three years ago,” Severus told her when he realised Draco was in too much agony to do so.

“My baby lost his virginity when he was fourteen to a seventeen-year-old?”

Voldemort snickered again. “Very licentious, I see.”

“Have there been any women?”

Draco shook his head. “Gay.”

“Then it’s a very good thing that your mate is a guy, then, isn’t it?”

Draco laughed nervously before curling up tighter. There was a final crack as his hips finally set into place, but his insides were still moving around.

Harry groaned. The first night had passed. They only had two more days left to find the Malfoys in their weakened state. The members of the Order had increased their search efforts, getting information out of every Death Eater found, looking for more details about safe houses and whatnot.

However, everyone they questioned had no clue as to where the trio of blonde Death Eaters had escaped. They knew the basics, which had to do with Lucius’ return, and the town where he and his family first hid out.

It wasn’t until the next morning that they received useful news. Someone anonymously sent in a letter to the Ministry of Magic’s Auror Department. The details of the letter included the location of the Malfoys, how much longer they would be there for, and the number of Death Eater guards. Most importantly, however, it had Voldemort’s time plans. Apparently, the Dark Lord intended on leaving the Malfoys for the day of Draco’s seventeenth birthday, as the day is best attended only by the Veela in the family, the Mediwitch and the Potions Master. This also meant that Lucius was not to be there, either.

Tonks was the one to get her quick hands on the letter and to bring it in to the Order. They couldn’t identify who the letter was actually from, but they could surmise that it was from a Death Eater intent on changing his or her ways. Remus even checked the scent of it to see if it was Severus. The only scent he picked up was a rich, almost velvety wood scent. He couldn’t place it if his life depended on it, but he had the feeling that he had smelt it before.

Voldemort and Lucius had left. As had all but two of the Death Eater guards. Narcissa had chosen which two were to stay behind, and both were women, as it was better support for the changing Veela. Narcissa had managed to sneak a few hours of sleep in, whilst Draco and Severus had stayed awake the whole night. The young man continued to groan in pain, since Severus had long run out of potions for him to take to numb him.

However, the pain he was feeling was of heartbreak as his body, mind and soul reached out for his intended mate. His whole being screamed out for the man he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. He knew he made a connection when he felt complete agony, and saw nothing but green. His heart was beating so quickly that he didn’t know what was happening.

“Mother,” he muttered, causing Narcissa to sit on the edge of the bed again.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly. “Have you seen him already?”

“He’s suffered…hurting…so green…”

“You’re almost there, dear,” she responded, kissing him gently on his forehead. “It’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.”

Another two hours passed before the door to the room was roughly opened. The three of them found themselves staring at numerous wands pointed at them. None of them had time to grab their wands.

Harry watched Severus’ reaction towards seeing Remus again.

Surprisingly, it was Narcissa who spoke first. “You can’t arrest my son,” she claimed. “He did what he did to protect his family, and you most certainly cannot take him away right now. He’s going through his transformation at the current moment, and is only a few more hints from discovering who his mate it. Humans can be arrested for interrupting this process. Therefore, you cannot take Severus or myself from this situation, either, as it’d be interrupting.”

Both Remus and Tonks agreed to these terms. The two, plus Charlie and Arthur, locked the door, the windows and set up alarms so that they’d be warned of any intruders.

Ten minutes later of silence, Narcissa looked up again.

“How did you know where to find us?”

“An anonymous letter,” Remus sighed heavily.

“No one knows that we’re here,” Narcissa objected.

Severus shook his head. “I knew Lucius was pissed off that his son was destined for another male, but I didn’t think he’d go this far.”

“My Lucius wouldn’t do that, Severus,” Narcissa snapped.

“The letter did claim that Malfoy senior wouldn’t be here,” Harry claimed. His eyes wandered to Draco, who was still cringing on the bed.

“Severus, surely you can find another potion somewhere in your bag,” Narcissa nearly pleaded, seeing her son’s pain increase.

“I ran out of time and supplies, Narcissa,” he sighed. “I couldn’t have made more. I couldn’t show my face to acquire the ingredients.”

“Well, that’s what you get for killing a defenceless, old man who’s seen as a hero in the world,” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. Severus glared at him. “But, you know, it was all your decision, even with him begging you not to. I mean, you did decide to betray Albus, the wizarding world, and your secret lover like that. You know, he’s having some severe issues about you only wanting him so that he’d trust you.”

Severus’ glare increased. “I was with my lover…”

“You too?” Narcissa nearly screeched. “First my son, and now you? Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things? It would be good to know when people find out that they’re gay.”

“Don’t worry; I’ve known his lover for years, and he only came out and told me last night,” Harry told the blonde woman. “Your son, on the other hand…we all knew he was gay from the very beginning. He was far too obsessed with his hair for him to be straight.”

Draco squirmed deeper into himself as he struggled to speak.

“Screw…you…Potter,” was all that he got out.

“Not in this lifetime, Malfoy. I’ll leave that to your soul mate.”

“Do NOT insult my mate!” Draco hissed out.

“Yeah, so completely scared of the squirming Veela.”

Remus gave Harry a disapproving look. “Harry, stop taunting him.”

Harry just turned away.

“This is a horrible environment for him to discover his mate in,” Narcissa huffed, looking at the wands pointed towards her son. “Surely one of you can go get the ingredients Severus needs to make more potions, right?”

“Not gonna happen,” Charlie objected. “We aren’t leaving.”

“Severus and I will relent our wands to you,” she promised.

“You’re a Veela,” Arthur pointed out. “A wand isn’t necessary for a Veela of your age.”

Narcissa almost looked offended. “My age?”

She would have continued if it weren’t for her son’s cry of torture. Lying on his stomach, he curled his knees up to his chest so that he was bent over kneeling, grasping at the pillow with one hand and the skin above his heart with the other. Harry could see tears dripping off Draco’s cheeks and onto the mattress beneath him.

Draco had started to mutter under his breath, panting quickly.

“Draco?” Narcissa gasped, moving to him again. “Draco?”

Draco clawed at his chest. He was bleeding within seconds.

“Make it stop,” he groaned out, now grinding his forehead into the mattress, still holding onto the pillow tightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“My mate…so much pain…I caused so much…Salazar!”

“Did you see him?” Narcissa continued to coax. She lifted a hand to gently rub her son’s back, only to have him wince, and move away from her touch.

“He hates me…”

“You know who he is?”

“It hurts so much!” Draco was rambling nonsense, still writhing. “My mate…I hurt him…he hates me…”

“Who is he?”

“P…Potter…” Draco grumbled, before the real pain started. Narcissa instantly started to tear when she heard her son’s hurt in his screams. Tears streamed down Draco’s face as he struggled to stop the pain. Severus humanely cast a silencing spell on Draco so that Narcissa didn’t have to hear him suffer.

Meanwhile, Harry’s wand had dropped from his hand, and his face had paled.

“M…mate?” he stuttered. Remus was soon by his side. “What?”

“The fates chose you…” Remus started. He picked up Harry’s wand for him.

“‘Potter’ is a common last name. Surely he’s hurt a different ‘Potter’ before.”

“I know my son’s every acquaintance, Mister Potter. You are the only ‘Potter’ he knows,” Narcissa told him, shivering slightly.

“You didn’t even know that he was gay; what can you possibly know?”

Narcissa looked away, now looking at Draco again. The blonde teen moved as if he were under the Cruciatus. “He’ll be like this all night,” she informed them. “All night.”

Harry cringed as he heard what seemed to be bones snapping. Shortly, blood began to trickle out of Draco’s mouth. He had clenched his jaws in pain to the point that he snapped a tooth.

“Shit,” Severus hissed, moving over to his godson. He cast a quick spell to fix the tooth, and then ripped a part of the blanket. From there, he rolled it up and placed it in Draco’s mouth to cushion that effect. He also healed the wound on his chest. Harry could also see, now that Draco was on his back, the three large scars he created when he struck Draco with the Sectumsempra curse. For some unknown reason to him, he felt more guilt than usual when he thought of that day.

After Draco’s hands had been cut open from him clenching them, Arthur finally agreed to go out and get the ingredients required to make the potion. However, Charlie had agreed to Narcissa’s previous offer of confiscating their wands. He even took Draco’s, although it was very obvious that the teen could not use his.

Harry risked a glance at Remus. The werewolf had been very quiet while they had been there. He realised that Severus was also silent. He opened his mouth to talk to Remus when Narcissa interfered.

“Mister Potter?” she asked softly.

Harry’s head instantly snapped towards her.

“You are my son’s mate.”

His mouth dropped.

“Narcissa,” Remus started, coming to Harry’s aid, but was cut off again.

“No, Lupin. He needs to accept this fact. He is my son’s mate, and needs to act as his mate. He must take responsibility.”

“He has no responsibility to your child since he didn’t participate in the decision of this mateship.”

“It is his responsibility to care for his soul mate!”

“I didn’t ask for this,” Harry objected.

“And you think my son asked for that?” Narcissa hissed, pointing to her writhing child. “He most certainly did not.”

“That isn’t my fault. I want nothing to do with your son, and I have never wanted anything to do with him. Even if I had have asked for a soul mate, I wouldn’t have asked for a filthy Death Eater!”

Severus took a slight step towards Harry. “Potter…”

“You have no right to have any input on this matter. Not after you threw away your chances for love,” Harry snapped. Remus turned slightly red as Severus inclined his head.

“Rightly so,” he agreed, and returned to where he had been sitting.

“I can’t spend the rest of my life with someone I hate. I don’t care if it’s fate. Fate has screwed me enough for one lifetime thanks, and that was before I found out about this crap.”

“So you’re claiming that you don’t care what happens to him?” Narcissa asked.

“Exactly.”

Remus stepped up towards him this time. “Harry, Veela have been known to take their own lives when they’re rejected by their mate.”

“I don’t care. He was going to get the death penalty or the Kiss anyway.”

A sigh came from Severus. “Narcissa, he’s passed out,” he announced, checking on Draco. The teen was twitching slightly, but otherwise unresponsive.

The mother quickly rushed over to Draco and started to shake him in an attempt to wake him.

“Draco? Wake up.” She shook harder, now swearing. “Draco!”

“You’d think you’d be happy that he’s not in pain anymore,” Harry muttered.

Narcissa turned to him with a glare. “He harmed his mate. He must repent for what he’s done. If he can’t stay conscious through the pain, then his body will make him suffer later, instead. There’s a high chance that if he doesn’t wake, he’ll suffer from infertility. That is the greatest pain amongst Veela. Please, Enervate him.”

Remus cast the spell and brought Draco back into consciousness. “Can’t we put as spell on him to take away the pain?” he asked, seeing Draco writhe again.

Narcissa shook her head. “A Sustenance Spell cannot be used with pain-killing spells. It damages the body.”

Charlie rolled his eyes. “It appears this whole process harms the body.”

Arthur returned and quickly ushered the ingredients through to Severus. He also brought with him cauldrons of various sorts. The Potions Master instantly went to work.

“Just be careful with the cauldrons…I promised Slughorn that they’d be fine in your care.”

Narcissa scoffed, and Severus spared a cynical glance towards the old Weasley.

“Severus is a Potions Master, Weasel. He isn’t about to destroy cauldrons. They are his canvases.”

“I don’t appreciate that tone at all, Malfoy,” Arthur responded.

She sent him a glare. “Then send me to bed without dessert; you’ll probably be able to feed your spawn a little better.”

“My children are perfectly healthy. They’ve always had enough to eat.” Arthur turned to Charlie. “Do you remember ever having to go without food?” The young man shook his head. “Harry?”

Harry’s face flushed slightly. “Well, yeah, but that wasn’t with you…”

“My son’s mate went without food?” Narcissa interrupted. She continued to glare at Arthur, who looked shocked. Even Remus and Severus turned their attention towards the Boy-Who-Lived, only Severus was a lot subtle about it.

“My relatives…they didn’t like me…” Harry’s explanation was cut off short.

“They starved you?”

“The hell do you care?” Charlie snapped at the blonde woman.

She turned her narrowed eyes to the dragon tamer. “He is to be the father of my grandchildren. I am now to protect him like I’d protect my son.”

“I am no Malfoy,” Harry objected. “And I am not going to father any Malfoy-spawn.”

“We’ve already warned to you be mindful of what you say in front of Draco,” Severus added, stirring in another ingredient to the potion he was making.

“As far as I’m concerned, you are a Malfoy. Fate has given my son to you, and as such, you are a part of our family,” Narcissa continued.

“And as far as I’m concerned, you’ll never be related to me,” Harry told her.

Remus shook his head with disappointment before he pointed his wand to Draco. Narcissa’s head instantly snapped towards the werewolf until she heard the spell he muttered. It was a spell to stop Draco from hearing what was said.

“Narcissa,” Remus sighed, “I take it you’re going to claim that you were protecting your family, also, when you received the Mark?”

“Indeed,” Narcissa admitted.

“You will need to prove it.”

“I was pregnant, and the Dark Lord threatened my child’s life unless he and I became Death Eaters. Draco will be safe, as he was given the same threat regarding the safety of his father and me. It’ll be shown when we’re given the Veritaserum.”

“And your mate?”

“Will be protected by a Veela’s inability to place his or her mate in danger.”

“Bullshit,” Harry scoffed. “Malfoy has never…”

“You are not bound to him yet, are you?” Narcissa interrupted. “Once bonded, a Veela cannot give out deadly information about his or her mate. What Lucius does is illegal, and I can therefore not inform authorities of this as it will put him in danger of not only his life, but his soul.”

Sick of the tense atmosphere, Harry ended up out on the balcony of the room everyone else was in. The scenery was nothing special; only a few green hills over the horizon. He had been out there for no longer than five minutes when Narcissa joined him. His wand was out instantly.

“I’m not going to harm you,” she sighed heavily, resting against the railing of the balcony. “I can’t, even if I wanted to.”

“I’m not his mate.”

“You are.”

“It can’t be confirmed,” Harry argued.

“Harry…”

“I am not a friend of yours; do not address me as such,” Harry demanded, raising his wand to Narcissa’s face.

“Quite obviously you have gotten none of your werewolf’s kindness, Mister Potter,” Narcissa breathed. “I am not here to wound you or trick you. My son is in there, suffering for what he did to this ‘Potter’, and you’re the only Potter I can think of who’s been hurt by him.” She sighed heavily, left, and then returned with a thin, leather bound book in her hand. “I brought it for Severus, but he seemed to have read up on the topic on his own accord.” She offered it to Harry. “It’s about Veela. Chapter one deals with the transformation, precautions taken in regards to spells and whatnot, but the second chapter is the effect the mate can have on the Veela. The third is about the bond, fourth, the relationship, fifth, pregnancy and Veela children. I know the subject is most likely wasted on you, but it could be a good read whilst the next day passes.”

Lucius paused as his master turned his wand on him. Voldemort sent Lucius a dirty glare down his wand, red eyes piercing Lucius’ grey.

“My-my Lord?” Lucius stuttered, the fear in him forcing him to lose his usual Malfoy elegance.

“I am rather fond of that boy, Lucius,” Voldemort claimed, his high voice creating a shiver down Lucius’ spine. “Your son made it capable for my Death Eaters to penetrate Hogwarts, did he not?”

“Of course he did, my Lord.”

“And it was your own mate who birthed this child, was it not?”

“Ye-,”

“And was it, or was it not, Severus who killed Dumbledore?”

“It was…” Lucius was now shaking.

“Then why would you betray them as such?” Voldemort demanded, raising his wand to Lucius’ eyes.

The blonde man felt his knees weaken. There was no way in his mind that this could be happening.

“My Lord…”

“Unless this is an answer, I do not want to hear it, Lucius. I feel a certain presence in the room we had just been sitting in. I have wards over that location that you have never heard of. You sacrificed your family for what reason?”

“W-whatever child born from that mateship would be born from Draco’s womb…I cannot allow the Malfoy name be slaughtered that way…”

Voldemort shook his head with disappointment. “Lucius, I have always been keen of your pride; it’s the most Slytherin trait about you. However, I do not appreciate your decision to throw away three perfectly capable Death Eaters because of your stupid sense of dignity for your family. We are struggling to purify the world of filthy Mudbloods, not keep your family name the way you want it!” The Dark Lord pressed the tip of his wand to Lucius’ forehead. “No matter whose child is created inside your son, your family would have forever gone down in history as my family, Lucius. You would have been widely respected due to your allegiance with me, not because of the purity of your blood.” Voldemort took his wand away from Lucius’ being. “I enjoy the company of your mate, and I do not wish harm upon her. For her sake, and her sake only, will I not punish you. She has too much to worry about lately. You better hope, however, that they do not cause her damage and give Draco and Severus the same treatment.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Voldemort let out a sigh and returned his wand to his robe pocket. “It’s a shame. We can’t even return to get them back. That would, of course, create a fight, and the fight would be horrible for Draco’s body.” He looked down at the dead bodies by his feet. “This house will suffice, no?”

Lucius couldn’t even answer him.

Draco was reaching his forty-eighth hour when Arthur felt his pocket burn. The Order of the Phoenix had taken to Hermione’s coin idea, much like Draco had, and used them to send messages to each other. When they were away from each other, like Arthur was away from Molly, the burn meant that they were to contact them through the Floo connection. Arthur excused himself from the room and left to find the fireplace in the residence. Tonks followed.

“Lucius has calmed,” Narcissa commented to Severus as the man stirred another potion in the cauldron. She had felt Lucius’ fear rise roughly ten hours ago, but couldn’t make a connection to him. That, of course, scared the Veela woman, thinking her mate was in danger, but her child was also lying in agony in front of her.

Harry walked into the room, yawning widely. He had fallen asleep outside on the balcony, sitting. He cracked out the kinks in his neck, dropping the book on the table by the bed and froze.

“Is he supposed to be lying there like that?” Harry asked, pointing at Draco, who was lying on his back, tracing patterns on the ceiling with his eyes. Narcissa jumped with a slight scream, having not expected this. Draco couldn’t hear whatever was happening, but he noticed his mother’s movement. His eyes left the ceiling to turn to her as he sat up.

“Remus, can you…?” she never finished her request as Remus took off both the charm he cast and the one Severus had.

“Hello noises,” Draco greeted, but his voice was dying, becoming raw after all the screaming.

“Are you alright?” Narcissa asked, sitting on the bed next to her son. Draco nodded his head.

“The pain’s gone.”

Narcissa groaned as she looked at the clock behind the Veela book. “For two minutes, anyway.”

Draco’s eyes slid shut as he let out a pained moan.

“It took him that long to get over the pain he created Harry?” Remus asked, and this time, Draco jumped. He hadn’t really noticed that they had been in the room with him. It was also that the werewolf had mentioned Harry.

“Twenty-three hours and fifty-eight minutes,” Narcissa confirmed, but Draco barely heard it. His grey eyes had turned to Harry.

“Th-this can’t be happening,” Draco hissed. “There is no way in hell that this is happening!”

“Welcome to my mindset for the past day,” Harry retorted.

Draco’s hands flew to his bare abdomen. “Dear Merlin, I’m going to have your babies?” Harry scoffed at that, and was just about to argue that when Remus covered his mouth with his hand. “I may as well just go join the Light Side while I’m at it. Father is going to kill me.”

Narcissa tutted slightly. “Of course you’re going to be joining the Light Side, Draco. Your mate is the face of all things good. In order to bind with your mate, it’s suggested that you can be in a room without killing them, first.” She frowned when Draco reached behind him to scratch as his shoulder blade. “Stop scratching them, it’ll break the skin and burn.”

Draco retreated his hand and Harry’s eyes widened. “You’re getting your wings?”

Normally, Draco would have ignored such a comment, but felt himself compelled to answer. “Yes.” He shook his head of whatever it was that made him respond, and then tried to look back at his mother, only to find that he couldn’t. His eyes were stuck to Harry.

“What are you staring at?” Harry demanded, and Draco winced, trying to fight his instinct to answer. The language of his body brought a smile to Narcissa’s features.

“My mate,” Draco answered.

Harry had a red tinge over his cheeks and nose at that answer. He had never expected Draco to say anything, let alone tell the truth. It bothered him; that Draco was not only staring openly at him, but was actually doing as he said.

“W-well…look away.”

Again, Draco obeyed. Severus shook his head, working on his potions again. He had only looked up to observe what Draco would do, and was more than disgusted at what he saw.

“Looks like you’re the submissive mate to the extreme,” Remus said with a small grin.

“Oh my, your father will not like this at all,” Narcissa commented, clearly thinking along the same line as Remus.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asked.

This time, it was Draco blushing.

“It means that Draco will do anything you say. He’ll never lie to you, always answer when you tell him to, and you most certainly will never have to worry about him cheating on you.”

“Oh…”

“Veela normally don’t cheat on their mates, not unless they’re feeling suicidal to begin with, but there are some who can, oh, say, kiss another person on the cheek. This person mightn’t be family, and they’ll get away with it without feeling any guilt or pain. I get the feeling, however, that Draco might be the complete opposite of that.”

Draco groaned loudly before flopping back onto the bed. He rose with a scream however, which was droned out by the loud crack that came from his back. He hadn’t even closed his mouth from the scream when Severus was by his side, tipping a potion down his throat.

More cracks sounded from Draco’s body, but the potions worked and he barely made a sound. He still, however, was obviously in pain.

“That’s just gross,” Harry muttered, cringing as he heard the changing in Draco’s bone structure. “And it’s gonna take another day?”

“Yeah,” Narcissa answered, sitting back on her chair next to Draco’s bed. She gave Harry a small smile. “At least now we know that you’re his mate for certain.”

“And you think that I’m gonna accept him with wide, open arms?” Harry asked, bringing back the bitterness he had temporarily lost. “He caused Dumbledore’s death! I’m not about to…” Remus recasting the charm to stop Draco from hearing anything cut off Harry. He also had it so they couldn’t hear any noises coming from him. “I’m not about to forget what he did! I saw it with my own two eyes. He led the Death Eaters straight to him after immobilising him!”

“My son had to do that, or else he would have died, instead.”

“Your son’s life is nothing compared to Dumbledore’s life,” Harry spat.

“Harry,” Remus interjected. “You should really…”

He was trying, but Harry’s statement infuriated the mother Veela. Standing, Narcissa was ready to attack him when Severus moved, but it wasn’t the Potions Master that had her stopping.

Draco, fortunately, hadn’t been able to understand a word said, but he noticed that his mother was about to attack his mate. Despite the pain he was in, he sat up, grabbing at his mother’s robes.

Being a Veela, Narcissa knew the overwhelming need to protect her mate, so she sat on the bed this time, bringing Draco into her arms.

“Just letting you know that you don’t deserve such scum as your mate,” she breathed, knowing fully well that Draco wouldn’t know what she was saying.

“Narcissa,” Severus nearly reprimanded, “you have no right claiming that. The fates see it as a reasonable couple, otherwise it wouldn’t be so.”

“My son deserves someone who’ll love him unconditionally.”

“You think it’s any easier for those who aren’t the Veela in these relationships?” Charlie asked, finally showing that he was actually there. “My brother’s engaged to a Veela, and has been for the past year, and he still wonders if she’s in love with him for who he is, or if it’s just the Veela inside her telling him that she has to love him.” He folded his arms over his chest. “He loves her dearly, but it nearly kills him to think that she doesn’t love him the same way.”

Harry’s mouth dropped wide open. “You’re telling me that Malfoy’s suppose to love me?”

“Well, yes,” Narcissa admitted. Harry groaned, wanting nothing more than to bash his head in. “A Veela will love their mate ‘til the day they die. Their primary goal in life after hitting their seventeenth birthday is to bind with their mate and raise their children.”

“I’m not going to have children with him. I mean, I read about how some guy Veela get wombs, and how the child is conceived, and there is no way in hell that I would do…that…with Malfoy, let alone any guy…no offence to those who are, but I’m not gay.”

Remus and Severus blushed slightly, but found themselves staring as Charlie responded with: “None taken.” No one expected him to say that. “And besides, you’ve only ever had two girlfriends, and you did nothing sexual with either of them, so you can’t exactly claim that you’re not gay before experimenting some more.”

“Charlie…”

“No, I didn’t want to try it at first, but I steadily realised that I wasn’t as straight as I originally thought I was. Things change, Harry.” The redhead leant back on the wall. “And the sex is great.”

Remus chuckled slightly at that. “I can’t argue there. So much better than with a woman.”

Severus couldn’t help it; his entire face felt like it was burning at Remus’ comment.

Harry grimaced, knowing exactly whom Remus was referring to, and that had Remus realising that Severus was in the room.

“I’m not exactly fond of being bottom,” Charlie continued, ignoring the strange looks occurring between Severus, Remus and Harry, and acting as if he had known Remus’ preferences all along, “I much prefer the dominant role. But seeing as Malfoy’s the obvious girl between you two, I guess you’ll end up topping, instead.”

“Dear Merlin, Charlie…I do not want to be thinking of that…he’s a Malfoy. His father tried to kill my last girlfriend, who also happened to be your only sister, remember? Not to mention he’s tried to kill me several times,” Harry argued. “And I’m not gay.”

There was a loud snap from Draco, causing Severus to instantly move to him. The Malfoy heir was now on his hands and knees again, hands fisted in the pillow, with something forming under the skin of his left shoulder blade. Seconds later, it broke through the skin, a sharp, slightly pink bone no bigger than two inches protruded from Draco’s back. Severus, armed with a cloth soaked in a potion, began to tend to the wound created, wiping up the blood trickling down from the fissure around to his chest. Draco barely had time to push his godfather out of the way as the rest of his wing shot out of his skin.

The bone was stained with blood, and created the outline of the wing. It spread out across perhaps four feet at most, but didn’t have anything other than the skeleton. The feathers, and the skin for the feathers to grow, on had yet to develop, along with Draco’s right wing.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix were captivated at the changes, but found themselves being dragged away by Arthur and Tonks, who had just finished talking with Molly. They stayed close enough to watch the Death Eaters, but kept enough distance so that they couldn’t hear what was being said.

“There’s been another attack,” Arthur sighed heavily. “In plain daylight. Death Eaters killed the new recruits to the Order. We don’t know how they found out, but they knew.”

“Maybe a spy?” Harry suggested, and Tonks nodded her head.

“We don’t know who, though. Hardly anyone knew who those members were. And when they got there, the whole place was empty except for the dead bodies.”

“No big surprise,” Charlie groaned.

Tonks looked over to Draco. “How’s he going?”

“Well, his wings have started,” Remus sighed. “It’s hard to watch, and even worse to hear.”

“All those bones crunch, and it’s just not a happy sound,” Harry grumbled. “I know I’ve had some bad falls in Quidditch and whatnot, but I’ve never actually had to grow bones, only to have them come out of my back through skin and muscles…and…yeah…it’s a little disturbing.”

“We’re going to have a hard time with them. I already told Molly about you two being soul mates,” Arthur admitted. “She wasn’t happy. Actually, no one’s really happy about it. Ron overheard, so naturally Ginny and the twins know now, too.”

Harry paled slightly. “Oh.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

“I much prefer the ‘send them to Azkaban because they’re Death Eaters’ option.”

“We can’t do that,” Tonks argued. “They can claim innocence over the fact that their family was in grave danger.”

The left wing took half a day to fully mature, and the right took up the last twelve hours of the whole ordeal. By the time Draco was capable of sitting up without pain, Severus and Narcissa were already under arrest, and Slughorn’s belongings were packed up, ready to be returned.

“We’re gonna have to take them to Scrimgeour, don’t we?” Harry asked, looking up at Remus as he motioned for Draco to stand and turn around. As soon as his wings were out, he forced them back into his body, ready to come out whenever he wanted.

“Do I at least get to put a shirt on?” Draco drawled, pointing at a shirt at the end of the bed. Remus nodded his head before turning to answer Harry’s question.

“Yes,” he said, and Draco threw on the Muggle tee shirt, one Harry never expected to see Draco in. “In order for them to be legally cleared or legally convicted, we need to take it through the Ministry.”

“I was hoping to stay as far away from that man as possible,” Harry groaned, watching as Remus cast a binding spell on Draco’s wrists.

In order to get to Hogwarts, they decided on using the Floo network. Remus, Arthur and Charlie escorted the three to the fireplace, and held them throughout the Floo process to ensure they wouldn’t drop themselves off elsewhere.

After coming out of the fireplace in Hogwarts, the group made their descent from Dumbledore’s old office, down to the Great Hall, where they were told everyone was waiting.

“So, what’s the chances of the person selling you out being daddy dearest?” Harry asked from behind Draco. The Veela sneered at him lightly.

Each chapter is going to be roughly ten pages long, and that’s why I had to blend the prologue and the first chapter together…I hope you enjoyed this…please review and give me some feedback…I don’t have school anymore, so I’ll be writing as much as possible.

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