Veela Inheritance Problems

Chapter 10

Molly flooed to Hogwarts as soon as she could after breakfast. Arthur left for the Ministry but promised to make it to Hogwarts in time for the press conference and the twins, after being told to stay away from the school grounds or else, settled for sending Harry their best wishes on the engagement… or that was how Molly intended to tell Harry.

She was glad about the floo arrangement. Because of the festivities the floo network in Hogwarts was even more restricted than usual and could only be used for conversations and only a special permit by the headmaster had allowed her to floo directly. Merlin only knew what kind of commotion she would cause if she arrived at the Three Broomsticks with every single social reporter in the wizarding world waiting around for news on the gathering.

Sure, she was the mother of two undergraduate students, but they were the best friends of one Harry Potter and while no one seemed to know about the latest events, nothing about Harry was considered unworthy of making the news. The reporters would be all over her in a second, and once they knew about the engagement and Harry’s Veela inheritance they would go insane.

Molly shivered thinking about what the next few months would bring.

She arrived at the floo entrance room and hastily made her way to the headmaster’s office, noticing a few late students running to their classes. Albus Dumbledore himself was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs to his office holding a light gray cloak in his arm. The chaperone cloak.

“Hello, Molly,” greeted the old wizard, “right on time, as usual. Allow me to be the first to congratulate you and wish you the best of luck in your new task.”

“Thank you, sir,” Molly accepted gracefully, “It’s a honor to be here.”

'Oh, my! It is real' though Molly shocked as the reality finally sunk in, she was half hoping this whole thing was nothing but an elaborate prank, but it was real. Dumbledore had just officially greeted her as the appointed chaperone of an intended.

“If I may,” continued Dumbledore unfolding the cloak he was carrying, “I took the liberty of contacting Gringotts and they sent me a brooch with the Potter Crest. Now, I know the Potters were not Veela descendents, but since Harry is the last one of their line…”

Dumbledore showed her the beautiful cloak with a large brooch covered in precious stones displaying a wand and a sword crossed over a branch, the Potter coat of arms, and help her put on the cloak. Now that she could look at it better, Molly noticed it was not gray as she originally thought, but rather bluish.

“You look astonishing, my dear. Shall we meet your young charge?” asked Dumbledore offering her his arm, which she took, and gently leading her to the stairs to his office.

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The scene in the headmaster’s office was not what Molly had expected. Remus was having a hard time controlling his laughter while Harry, who was half hiding behind him, was glaring at Sirius, who in turn was sitting on the floor… glaring at the fireplace?

“What happen here?” Molly asked confused.

“Sirius decided that I was under a spell and he had to save me by taking me away from Hogwarts, the only reason I’m still here is because the fireplace spilled us back!” Harry explained still glaring at his godfather.

“Oh, my. Good thing the security measures are in place then,” said Dumbledore with the damn twinkle in his eyes at full force.

“What? SIRIUS BLACK! I expected better from you,” yelled Molly. One look was exchanged between Lupin and Dumbledore before both men decided that perhaps Madame Pomfrey could use their help in the hospital wing, or maybe Hagrid, at some place that was safer than the headmaster’s office at the moment… like the Forbidden Forest.

Molly never noticed the two men leaving the room. She pulled Harry to her side, placing herself between the young man and his godfather while continuing to dress down the man.

“I KNOW YOU WERE RAISED BETTER THAN THAT. NOT EVEN YOU WOULD TRY TO GET IN THE WAY OF ONE OF OUR MOST TREASURED TRADITIONS”

“But, Molly, the Malfoys…” Sirius stuttered.

“Care about this tradition more than anybody else I know. Merlin help me, Sirius Black, but if I can see that about the Malfoys so should you. I don’t like them and you know that, but this is larger than a simple family feud. Situations like this have happen before and you know it! It’s not the first time two rivaling families have had to put aside their differences and become one.” Molly was one breath away of hexing Sirius for his attempted kidnapping of Harry.

“but… but… the dark lord…” the animagus tried again.

“This is larger than a dark lord!” Molly yelled shutting Sirius for good. Seeing the black haired wizard sag back against the wall Molly turned to Harry. “Hello dear. It is nice to see you again. Shall we go over the details of the marriage?”

“Uh?” Harry blinked confused.

“Come here, Sirius, your godson could use your help with some of these details. I know you understand some of them better than I do.” Molly offered as a way to help the poor man to come to terms with his godson’s impending marriage.

Dumbledore and Remus chose that moment to come back baring a tray with tea and scones for all of them. They were visibly relived to see that the situation was firmly under Molly’s control.

Gently guiding the now very subdued animagus into a chair, Molly made sure that everyone in the room knew who was in charge from now on. She sat herself beside Harry and waited for Dumbledore to produce the parchments with the first draft of the marriage contract he had worked out with the Malfoys the day before.

Two hours later Harry had the distinct impression that someone had decide to banish the Queen’s English, adopt a whole new language and forgot to tell him about it. He had no idea what more than half of the words meant, but he was pretty sure he had been insulted at least once… or praised. Well, they did mention his name, so each one was really anybody’s guess. But the rest of the people in the room seemed to be able to follow what was going on and nobody was mad anymore. Surely, between Molly, Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore they would work something up that would be not so bad to live with… to live with…

Oh, Merlin! He was going to live with Malfoy. Maybe even with more than one Malfoy. He would have to sleep in the same bed with Draco Malfoy!

Suddenly Harry felt like there was not enough air in the room. He quickly got up to his feet, attracting the attention of the four grown ups around him.

“Er… I need to go to the loo. Can I be excused for a bit?” he asked very flushed, “it’s not like I understand very much of this anyway”.

“Of course, Harry,” Dumbledore gave him a reassuring look, “All this legal gibberish must seem terrible complicated at first. Don’t worry, we will work out the details of this contract and run them by you before anything is settled. I believe that if you return in, say, 30 or 45 minutes, we will have everything ready for you.”

“Thank you, Headmaster. Remus, Sirius, Molly,” Harry nodded to each one before making a hasty retreat to the nearest bathroom to throw some water on his face. How did he lose control of his life so easily? And it wasn’t even the first time! There was always something to stir him in the opposite direction he had planned to go in the first place.

And just to prove him right, as he passed by a set of double doors, a pale hand shot out and pulled him into what it looked like a balcony overlooking the lake.

Harry barely had time to register this before a tall figure stepped in front of him.

“Hello, love. How was your day so far?” a dazzling smile almost blinded him as he looked at the face of a very tall, very strong, and very close to him, Draco Malfoy.

“Uh… my day… fine, I…” Harry was having a hard time concentrating, there was something distracting him again, like in DA… when was that again? Last night? Yeah, that seemed about right, last night, when Draco kissed him… um, kiss Draco.

Harry moved closer to the blond who simply pulled the raven haired beauty in front of him into his arms and lowered his head. Letting Harry kiss him for the first time, every other kiss they had before had been his doing. It was the first time his mate took the initiative and he was all for encouraging that.

His mate was sweet and soft, molding himself against Draco’s larger body like his life depended on it. Draco’s instincts went in overdrive. He sat on the balcony’s stone bench and pulled his mate to his lap, making Harry straddle him while never breaking the kiss. Tradition be dammed, he was in heaven.

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Back in the Headmaster’s office.

“Don’t you think Harry was acting a bit strangely? He seemed so distracted.” Remus murmured to Sirius a bit louder than he intended. Molly’s head shot up.

“What do you mean, Remus?”

“Well, he is always going on about how he wants to know everything and make all the decisions in his life and yet, here we are discussing his whole future and he just went for a walk?” Remus was finally voicing something that had been bothering for the past few minutes and the second he said it, they all knew what was going on.

“Darn, that Malfoy brat was calling him. How could we not see it? He was using the Veela call to lure Harry out of the room!” yelled Sirius getting to his feet and trying to get to the door before anybody could stop him… not a easy feat with a mother of seven in the same room. In a blink she was standing in front of him, for a woman of her age and a bit overweight, she sure could be fast on her feet.

“Sirius Black. You are not going out of that door like this. You’ll simply get yourself thrown in Azkaban again. Besides, right now we need Padfoot’s sense of smell more than anything else, so change and make yourself useful…and no biting your godson’s fiancé.”

“If I find that little brat with his hands on my godson, me biting him will be the least of his worries,” muttered Sirius before turning into his animagus form and dashing out of the room followed by the others.

“And what do we do when we find them?” pondered Remus seriously worried about the life expectancy of the Malfoy heir if he indeed had managed to do something to Harry.

“If the situation proves to be as daring as Sirius seems to expect, we will have to remember that in spite of all their instincts, Harry and Draco are still very much like any other human teenager. Therefore I suggest the use of a few buckets of ice cold water,” suggested the Headmaster with an amused grin on his face. “Works like a charm every time,” he added winking to Molly, who just smiled.

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Harry moaned. Draco had his hands under his shirt and was teasing him merciless. He was ready to rip his mate’s clothes off and take matters into his own hands, quite literally. He never stopped to think when exactly Draco had acquired the title of his mate and right now he couldn’t care less about it, he just didn’t want to think.

The outside world, however, found a way to intrude in his haze. Harry began to hear faint voices calling him from far way. He didn’t want to acknowledge the voices at first, but they insisted on calling him, sounding more and more distressed and closer each time they sounded. He finally heard a woman’s voice loud and clear, ringing right by his ear.

“Harry Potter, what exactly do you think you’re doing, young man?”

Harry turned his still glazed eyes to the matronly figure standing by his side with her hands on her hips, she was saying something to him and she was family, he knew that… and she did look vaguely familiar. Harry also knew there was something important going on, something he should be doing... What was it? A light bite in his ear lobe sent shivers down his spine and made him forget the world and the group of grown-ups standing in the balcony with him and his mate.

Draco, however, was very much aware of another presence, someone was coming closer to his mate and they were going to try and take his mate away from him. Now, that was something he was not going to allow. Shifting his mate on his lap so he could see them, he turned to the intruders and growled threatening them.

The group of intruders did not back away; he could see them drawing their wands and mentally up graded them from annoyance to menace.

Harry felt the change in his mate and turned his head to the intruders as well. Now he could see the wands and understood the threat. They were trying to hurt his mate and he would not let that happen. His mate was tense and growling, ready to attack if necessary.

Harry slid off his mate’s lap and they both got up to face their enemy. They were both growling now, standing side by side with their muscles tense and their eyes glowing ready to attack.

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Remus was worried. Sirius had picked Harry’s scent and quickly let them to the balcony down the hall from the entrance to the headmaster’s office. They had rushed in only to find Harry practically riding Draco Malfoy. Thank Merlin, they still had their trousers on, but by the look of things it was just a matter of time until they were gone.

Molly Weasley stood in front of the group and tried to call Harry. The good news was that he did look at her; somehow her voice did get to him. The bad news was that his eyes were completely green, like two giant emeralds, completely Veela.

Harry barely looked at them before Draco dragged his attention back to him, but they did get Draco’s full attention and it was easy to see that the dominant Veela was not pleased with them standing so close by. He switched Harry to his other side and faced them growling. Clearly, telling to go someplace else.

They would have to be careful now; both boys were too far gone to respond to any attempt of interference or accept the authority of the chaperone. Not even the spells woven in the chaperone’s gray cloak would work now. They were not strong enough – just the basic spells to get the Veela’s hormones under control before they start acting up.

Sirius took his human form back and the four of them exchanged looks trying to find a way to defuse the situation. Not seeing any other alternative they pulled their wands and aimed at the teens. They would have to be fast now, Veela were not fond of being under wand point, especially when they were almost mating with their chosen ones.

Harry slid off Draco’s lap and both stood facing them. Their eyes were glowing and their muscles tense. Remus got ready and sensed the others doing the same by his side, time was of the essence now.

The teens prepared to pounce but a second before they could leap five well aimed spells took away their will to fight.

“Ok,” was all that Remus could bring himself to say several minutes after the frustrated attack, “I thought we were dousing them with ice water.”

“Uh… yes, but I kind of forgot that,” murmured Sirius avoiding eye contact with the others.

“Oh, forgot, did you? Is that why Malfoy is now laying unconscious on the floor in a full body bind?” Molly had to physically restrain Remus from smacking Sirius. “You stupefied AND bound him because you suddenly forgot a spell you used at least once a week to wake either me, Peter or James up?”

Molly turned away from the quarreling duo to see the headmaster wrap a large towel around Harry’s shoulder. The poor thing was shivering because of the two buckets of ice water Molly and Remus had doused him with.

“What happened?” asked Harry chattering his teeth and trying to understand why Draco was unconscious, bound and wet on the floor.

“Oh, dear,” said Molly pulling Harry to her and making sure the towel was firmly placed around him, “it was nothing, you and Mr. Malfoy were just exercising your Veela nature. Nothing wrong with that but we are here to make sure it doesn’t happen again until the two of you are properly married. Now, let’s get you into some dry clothes. Alright, dear?”

And just like that, Molly pulled Harry away from the balcony and into the Gryffindor tower before he could fully understand what was going on.

Once in the tower there was another surprise waiting for them. The hallway which led to the fat lady’s portrait now had a large double door with massive handles on it some five meters before the wall where the entrance to the common room was. After you went through the new door, you came upon a hallway with the fat lady’s portrait hanging on its usual place and a new portrait of a beautiful woman sitting in an armchair and looking out the window beside her.

Molly stood in front of the new painting and gave her what Harry assumed was the password. The portrait swung open and revealed a nice sitting room inside.

“Come along, dear, your things are already inside.” Said Molly urging Harry to step through the opening and leading him through the room into a door at the back. That proved to be a door to a nice looking bedroom but Molly kept urging him on, taking him to another door.

“Now, Harry. This will be your room. As you can see to go out you have to go through my room, so I expect you to knock before opening the door. You have your own bathroom with special products to cover your scent – what happened today should illustrate well enough why this is necessary,” Molly gave him a maternal smile as she explained this to him. “We almost didn’t make it in time today. You two were very passionate.”

Harry blushed intensely before he caught up with something else Mrs. Weasley said.

“Wait, why do I have to go through your room to go out, Mrs. Weasley?”

“When a dominant Veela has his sight set on a particular individual, as Draco has on you, they tend to use what we know as ‘The Call’ in order to lure the object of their affection in to… completing the bond with them,” Molly did her best not to laugh at the deeper blush spreading on Harry’s face, “and while this is acceptable in a full Veela society, it is not as desirable in ours. That is part of the reason you will have a chaperone with you at all times. The cloak we receive has spells woven into it to curb this tendency until the wedding and, of course, you are still a very enticing submissive Veela, a more forceful dominant could decide to claim you before the marriage, my presence here should also prevent that.”

“So… You will be with me all the time?” Harry blinked confused.

“Within reason, yes. All the time.” Answered Molly herding Harry into his room where he could change his clothes. Thankfully, she closed the door after him rather than going in to help him change.

'Oh, that is great. Thank you so much, Malfoy!' thought Harry shedding his wet clothes and rummaging in his trunk for a set of dry ones.