Harry Potter and the Royal Veela

Rating: NC-17 for upcoming chapters
Pairing(s): Undecided yet. (or I just don’t want to let you know at the moment^_^)
Feedback: Yes please give me feedback, but please don’t if you going to be mean.
Characters: Well, its almost all of them, but most of the story is around Harry, Ron, Hermonie, Ginny, Draco, etc.
Betas:I like to introduce my beta for this new chapter EROS!!!! ^_^ Thank you for all your help.^_^
Author’s notes: Ok this is my very first fan fiction, so if I make mistakes on the characters I’m sorry. This story of Harry Potter follows the original in some ways but I put a lot of my own stuff in it too.


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Takes place after the battle with Voldemort, Harry missing Voldemort is destroyed. This story is yaoi or will be in up coming chapters, if you don't agree with it don't read it. The pairing is pretty obvious. WIP,Yaoi,Inc,Anal,Lemon,MaleDom,MPreg

***Okay, I know what your thinking "I know this story" well you probably do beacues i'm Forsaken Archangel, the sad truth is that I forgot my password and I no longer have the e-mail that was used on my old account. Anyways to make a long story short my new screen name is SevenSword and the new chapters will be posted under this name along with my other stories. Thanks and enjoy.***

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HEY ITS ME!!!!! LOL. Sorry it took me so long to update but I was sick, like the whole month. But heres chapter 9, hope you like it. And I once again want to thank EROS for all the help and for being my beta. *huggles Eros*
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Chapter 9 - Memories

He could feel the weight of the chains on his wrist and ankles; cutting into the already sensitive skin beneath, holding him down on the damp blood stained floor, of the dungeon he now called home. Cries of torture filled his ears, he didn’t need to open his eyes to know where he was...

Draco smirked, coughing a little as the thick air of the dungeon assaulted his lungs. “I hate this dream.”

It had been nearly a year and still his dreams where plagued by these memories, memories so intense it was like he was reliving them every night. He reluctantly opened his eyes to the sound of chains shuffling to his right, his cell mate was up.

The pale dark haired man slowly sat up from his fetal position on the floor, various scars and bruise covering his exposed upper body.

Even though Draco had now seen it countless times he still flinched, remembering the torture sessions.

His eyes softened as the broken eyes of his cell mate landed on him.

“Are you okay? I must have blacked out, did they hurt you?” The man asked; his voice strained from the almost constant screaming.

Draco felt the guilt seep in; like it always did, as he looked back at the man who was starring at him with broken pleading eyes.

“They didn’t touch me, Sev.” And that was the truth, they hadn’t laid a finger on him since the dark lord had beaten the shit out of him when they were captured.

After they had fled Hogwarts, over the supposed death of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, then the Death Eater’s Headquarters‘, they had still been constantly on the run. Never staying in one place for more than a few hours, not wanting to give the Ministry or the Death Eaters a chance to catch them.

The guilt seeped deeper; if he had been a good little Malfoy heir and taken the dark mark, Snape wouldn’t have had to betray the Dark Lord. They wouldn’t have had to be on the run, they could have hidden themselves amongst the Death Eaters until that daft old wizard Dumbledore made his grand reappearance.

Unfortunately no one found it imperative to inform Draco of the Light Sides new plan of attack. So it came to more than a shock to his godfather when Draco, who had only a hour ago been shacking in fear at the site of the Headmaster on his knees asking to be killed, spit at Voldermort’s feet after being offered the mark. This as expected did not go over well with Voldermort and his followers; not that Draco expected to get a slap on the wrist and sent home, the twisted Dark Lord looked ready to tear him in two.

Draco remember at that point, he just didn’t care anymore, he was tired of being used as one of the sick man’s puppets. Tired of always having to look over his shoulder, of plotting and scheming, most of all of having to persistently make up excuses for why he couldn’t take the dark mark.

So it came to no surprise when he was violently struck in the face, knocking him to the ground near Snape's feet.

Severus Snape stepped between his godson and the madman, his hands clasped together in a plea.

“Please my lord, you must forgive his insolence. He is still in shock over the raid and how easy it was to be rid of that fool Dumbledore. He does not know what he is saying. Please allow me some time to speak with him.”

Draco watched with disgust as his godfather graveled before the monster, he wanted to scream at Severus to stop lying and tell Voldermort how much he hated him too. But his feelings stayed sealed behind his emotionless mask, he knew if they were to speak the truth they would be killed within moments.

Even if he didn’t care what happened to himself anymore, he wouldn’t be able to rest in peace knowing his godfather was killed because of his pride.

The Dark Lord let out a few hisses and clicks of irritation letting his gaze slip from Malfoy Jr. to the man standing between them. “Very well Severus, consider this your reward for killing that annoyance. I must see to some business with the boy’s father, if he has not regained his good sense upon my return… I will kill you both.” The twisted man smirked his gaze turned back to Draco, he made a low hissing noise as he turned and started walking back to his throne. Only to appropriate a few feet from it along with the twenty or so Death Eaters that had filled the room.

Draco had only a moment to realize that his father had indeed not been present; and wonder why, before he was roughly pulled to his feet and dragged out of the room.

“You stupid stupid boy, have you completely lost your mind!” Severus shouted once he had found a empty room, and put up a silencing charm.

Draco was about to defined his actions and tell his godfather no one calls a Malfoy stupid, but quickly rethought it when he noticed Severus searching franticly through his robes.

“Uh…” Draco walked toward his godfather; trying to get his attention, the dark haired man’s head snapped up when he noticed the approach of his blond charge.

“Just keep quiet. I don’t have time for your pointless questions.” Draco flinched at Severus' harsh tone, pursing his lips and folding his arms in front of his chest.

Severus Snape; normally calm and collected, threw his three layer cloak to the floor in his current state of panicked frustration. His hand flew to his vest pocket searching for what the ex-Hogwarts professor had hidden for just this type of situation.

Relief washed over his features as his hand clasped around the object that would save them, he quickly pulled it out. Tossing it at Draco; who being caught off guard, had to scrabble to catch it before it fell to the ground. Severus smoothly gathered his robes and slide it back on.

When he turned to see Draco straightening himself out; after his very un-Malfoy scrabble, and securely holding their salvation in his right hand, Severus cleared his throat.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Snape demanded, walking forward and grabbing a hand full of the Slytherin Prince’s robes.

This only seemed to further confuse Draco, Severus rolled his eyes; pointing to the object Draco was holding with his free hand. “Like I said before, we don’t have time. Just concentrate; fill the orb with your magic, so we can warp somewhere safe. Don’t worry about where, its already preset with locations I have choose.”

Draco turned away from his godfather to the clear plastic orb in his hand; it looked like a rubber dog toy and he wanted to squeeze it to see if it would squeak, a hard pinch to his arm reminded him of the older man at his side. The pain in his arm slowly merged with the pulsing pain in his jaw; where Voldermort had struck him only a few minutes earlier, bring him back to the current realization of the life and death situation he had put them in.

The blond closed his eyes, willing his magic through his right arm into the plastic orb as fast as he could manage. Before he had a chance to open his eyes; to see if it was working, his body was yanked off the ground were he was standing. He chanced opening his eyes; regretting it immediately, flashes of color and sound spun chaotically around him while he shot through the tunnel it formed. He quickly shut his eyes, fighting down the urge to vomit as the yanking continued.

Just as he decided it was never going to end, he felt his feet connect with the solid ground; sending a shock wave from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The blond wobbly stepped forward, refusing to open his eyes, he reached blindly for something to lean against for support. Draco took brief notice of the release of the left sleeve of his robes; gritting his teeth still trying to fight back the contents of his stomach, that seemed to have worked their way up to his throat. He reluctantly opened his eyes to see were his godfather had gone.
Panic washed over Draco, he was in a small dimly lit room; the only window in the room was heavily boarded up, and Severus was no where in site.

Without realizing it, he started to squeeze the plastic orb he still clutched in his right hand; the poor thing was close to busting, when his wrist was grabbed and pulled back. Draco let out a yelp of pain at the new angle his arm was forced into, but before he had a chance to reach for his wand the grip on his wrist loosened and a familiar voice filled the small room.

“If you break that, they capture us and kill us. And don’t even think about using your wand, the Ministry likely has a tracer on it since your still a minor.” Snape scolded his godson, fully releasing the boy wrist. “The only time you use your magic is when we warp to our next safe house.” Snape turned picking up two medium sized bags; tossing one at Draco who was mumbling about being manhandled and rubbing his shoulder, then secured his own bag to his side.

Draco did the same before holding out the plastic orb to his godfather, waiting for the older wizard to take it.

Severus starred at the boy, slowly bring his hand up to rub his temples were the headache, he had gained since his godson had decide to spit at the Dark Lord’s feet, was throbbing with a vengeance.

“Did you lose all your common sense when the Dark Lord hit you earlier! Merlin forgive me for saying it, but your acting more clueless than Potter.” Severus smacked Draco’s hand away, earning him the famous Malfoy glare.

“I did it already! Its your turn!” Draco nearly shouted at his godfather; wanting nothing more at that moment than to throw the damn plastic orb at the ex-potions professor’s head; 'how dare he compare him to the Gryffindor golden boy!' Draco thought.

“Yes , that’s a brilliant idea Draco, I’d say its almost as good as spitting at the Dark Lord while were surrounded by Death Eaters!” Snape shouted back finally losing that last nerve that kept him sane. He stepped forward grabbing Draco’s sleeve once again; but this time in his current mood, nearly tearing it off.

Draco let out a disgruntled sound and tried to pull his ripped sleeve away. “I know it was stupid, but what would you have had me do? I was angry and panicked!” The blond boy lowered his head; trying to hide any emotion that had over come him, but Severus had know this boy since he was first brought into this world, he could pick up on his subtle changes in emotions.

The older wizard felt a pang of guilt; loosening his grip on his godson’s arm, he let out a tired sigh. “If I use my magic the Dark Lord will immediately be able to locate me. Its going to be extremely hard for us because of my dark mark; once he discovers our betrayal he will try to use it against us, so if I use my magic it would be like broadcasting our location.”

“I wasn’t thinking.” Draco mumbled; hating the fact that Severus was right about him being clueless, he looked to his side at his godfather raising the orb in his other hand. It always seemed to slip his mind that Severus was branded with that mad man’s mark, he nodded his understanding as his magic poured from his hand into the plastic orb.. Closing his eyes, he had only a moment to ready himself, before he was yanked up.

“Draco!” The Malfoy heir heard his name urgently whispered bring him back to his current memory were he was chained to the floor, then the familiar unlocking of their dungeon door.

“The shows about to begin.” Draco murmured sarcastically to himself, pulling himself into a better sitting position.

Like all the times before a tall Death Eater entered the room, then locked the door behind him. When it first happened Draco remembered feeling sick and horrified; Death Eaters only meant a torture sessions. Now he felt irritated as he starred at the masked man approaching his godfather. Severus for his part just stayed slumped against the wall, fighting would only make the sessions longer. They had found that out the hard way, once Voldermort finally caught up with them.

They had been warping from safe house to safe house every hour for the last five days and Draco surly thought his body would give out at any moment. All they had to live off of was stale bread and water; from the house that still had running water, if it hadn’t been for the need to consume energy to keep his magic level up Draco would have refused to eat.

Besides at the rate he was using his magic, the little amount of energy the bread provided was quickly used up. The blond boy closed his eyes; he wanted nothing more than to sleep for a week, as he listen to the sounds of his godfather rummaging through cabinets in the next room.

Soon the clattering fell silent, replaced by the muffled sounds of foot steps; most of the sound being absorbed by the clumpy mold covered carpet that covered various parts of the floor of the current safe house they occupied.

“The pipes looked too old, I can’t get the water running.” Severus said out loud not really expecting a response, as he walked into the small room.

“Any food?” Draco asked. The blond Slytherin doubted that he’d be able to keep anything down that called itself food while residing in this house.

Draco was answered by several simultaneous loud cracks; the blond boy’s eyes flew open, he knew that sound. Everything happened so fast, he reached for the orb he had set down on the hideous yellow coach he was leaning against.

“Draco run!” He heard Severus yell, but didn’t have a chance to look for his godfather let alone run; not that he would have abanded Severus, he was blasted into a dusty old desk breaking it in two.

He could barely make out the blurry figure of the Death Eater standing above him with what he could only guess was a wand pointed at his chest. He couldn’t hear Severus struggling anymore as the masked Death Eater pulled back the wand pointed at his chest back to stupefy Draco. The blonde boy never felt the spell hit, the fatigue and stress finally taking its toll and he slipped easily into unconsciousness.

Draco was woken; in what only seemed a moment later, by a strike to his face. When his eyes snapped open, he looked up into the eyes of the person he hated most this world. Voldermort grinned evilly back, eyes narrowing to slits.

“ Your family is becoming quit troublesome.” The Dark Lord struck Draco again, who had managed on sheer will alone to get to his feet. The strike had cut the blond boy’s lip open and caused him to stumble back against the wall. Voldermort brought his hand to his face; studying the tips of his jagged nails that were coated in fresh blood, a satisfied sadistic look spread across his snake-like face.

“The only Malfoy heir… such a disappointment; just like your father.” Voldermort made a face like he had a bad taste in his mouth. When he notice the death glare being sent his way from the platinum blond leaning against the wall, the evil smirked returned to his face.

“Bring him in.” The Dark Lord ordered the two large Death Eaters guarding the door. The two men jumped into action opening the door, waving for the others to enter. A group of four Death Eaters entered the room, the last two dragging between them the limp and bloody body of Severus Snape.

Voldermort walked over to the captive between his minions making sure the Malfoy heir had a clear view of what he was doing.

Draco’s eyes widen in horror at the sight of his godfather; his shirt had been removed and his upper body was covered in open bleeding wounds, Draco wanted to look away but his eyes were fixed on the demented wizard nearing his godfather.

Voldermort grabbed a fist full of the ex-Hogwarts professor’s blood stained hair and yanked the man’s head back. “Wakie. Wakie.” The Dark Lord said his voice filled with malice, as he pulled Severus' head further back.

Draco feared that his godfather’s neck would snap at any moment, he stumbled forward, only to be shoved back against the wall by one of the Death Eaters. The female Death Eater, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it turned out to be his aunt Beatrix, slapped him in the face with enough force to leave gashes on his cheek. Draco didn’t flinch, he was taught at a young age, to show these people weakness was the worst thing you could do, instead he just glared back at the women.

“Didn’t I make myself clear, when I said that boy belongs to me!” Voldermort roared. The women fell to the floor at Draco’s feet, screaming in pain as her body convulsed. The platinum blond barely flinched at the site of the women reaching for him for help, he doubt he would help even if he could.

The Dark Lord let out a demented laugh as the convulsing slowed, before he returned his attention to his former minion. He yanked Severus' head side to side until he heard a pain filled groan. “Glade to see they haven’t killed you yet, I wanted to prolong this for you for as long as possible. And I wouldn’t want you to miss your godson’s turn.”

Severus' body visibly tensed at the mention of Draco; his head snapped up, his eyes searching frantically for his godson.

Draco saw the sorrow in Severus' eyes once they found him, the guilt was so overwhelming that he would have thrown up if there had been anything left in his stomach. The blond shook his head, trying to tell his godfather this wasn’t his faults, that he did everything he could to protect Draco.

Unfortunately, Voldermort took this scene as a sign for him to continue, he released his hand full of Severus' hair and stalked toward the Malfoy heir. “How touching.” Voldermort dug his nails slowly over the gashes in Draco’s cheek, causing the blonde boy to flinch.

“Don’t you think so?” he asked metaphorically and received a round of sadistic laughter from his Death Eaters. He preceded to kick the unconscious Death Eater out of his way; like she was nothing more than vermin, as he backed the Malfoy heir up against the wall. Voldermort dug his nails deeper into the wounds on the boys cheek, dark red blood ran from the gashes down the Dark Lord’s fingers. “It would seem the only thing Malfoys are good for is torturing.”

Voldermort attempted to dig his nails deeper but Malfoy forcefully smacked his hand away. Voldermort’s eyes narrowed in anger, he let out a harsh hissing noise and watched as the blond boy fell to the floor; clutching his body.

Draco felt like his body was being ripped apart; over and over, he grabbed desperately at his limbs trying to stop the excruciating pain.
“Stop it! Stop it!” Severus screamed struggling, with all the strength he had left, against his captures tight hold on his arms. “Please I’ll take his punish…”

“Enough!” Voldermort snarled at the pleading man, kicking Draco in the stomach as the boy was released from the curse. “If you speak again, I’ll kill him.” Voldermort glared at his former Death Eater. Severus knew this wasn’t a empty threat.

The ex-Hogwarts professor slumped into the arms of his guards; nodding his understanding, his head turned away as he listen for hours to the screams of pain from his godson.

Draco allowed himself to scream out in pain as the demented wizard tortured him to the brink of death, but he refused to call out to Severus. He knew if he did that his godfather would ignore the Dark Lord’s threat and attempted to stop Draco’s pain. And if that happened they would both be killed, at least if they were kept alive to be tortured there was a chance; slim as it might be, that they would be rescued.

The familiar unlocking of chains once again brought Draco back to his current memory, he watched as Severus starred at the Death Eater with utter confusion. Soon the sounds of fighting would break the silence, Draco waited patently.

“Their in the west wing! There’s only three of them come on!” A familiar voice shouted; Draco hadn’t been able to place it then, he narrowed his eyes waiting for the next person to open the door.

He ignored the tall Death Eater as the man knelt down next to him and carefully unlocked the chains on his wrist and ankles.
Severus had made his way over and knelt down between the unknown Death Eater; who had yet to speak, and his godson. “Who are you? Why are you helping us?” Severus questioned the man, Draco barley heard the question as his eyes were focused on the dungeon door.

He had heard this brief conversation many times before, and even if he were to stand up and walk to the door everything would proceed like it normally did.

“There is no time to explain, Severus.” Draco rolled his eyes as the masked man spoke, he doubted that anyone would be unable to recognize that voice.

And as expected Severus eyes widened, his hand quickly reaching for the Death Eater’s mask. The tall Death Eater remained still allowing Severus to remove his mask, while Draco started to grow irritated at how long it was taking for things to progress.

The hood was pulled back, and mask slowly removed to reveal long platinum blond hair and intense silver eyes, traits that could only belong to the Malfoy blood line.

“Lucius…” Severus sobbed out so quietly it was barely heard by the occupants of the room.

Lucius Malfoy reached forward placing a reassuring hand on the bruised shoulder of one of his life long friends, his steel expression slipping only a moment revealing his grief. “I should have been here sooner.” Lucius spoke looking from Severus to his son.

Severus shook his head. “You’re here now.”

A loud knock at the door startled the two men out of their reunion Lucius picked up his mask slipping it on and pulling his hood over it. He gestured for Severus and Draco to wait as he knocked twice on the medal door, upon hearing four knocks he pulled off his mask and hood and reached to open the door.

Lucius opened the door enough to allow a shorter Death Eater to slip in, then quickly relocked it.

Draco’s eyes narrowed at the new guest who was speaking quietly to his father, his ears straining to hear the conversation. But he knew even if he were to stand between them he would not be able to hear what they were discussing, since he had not been able to hear it that day a year ago.

Severus stood wobbling slightly, “Lucius?” The dark haired man questioned as he starred suspiciously at the short Death Eater.
Lucius noticed Severus suspicious stare, then looked back at his companion; who was nodding and pulled off his mask.

Again Severus eyes went wide with shock, as a pair of striking emerald green eyes starred back at him. Draco balled his fist, standing next to his godfather.

Harry Potter stood in front of them, nodded, then turned back to Lucius Malfoy. “Are you ready?” Potter asked, pulling out a quill not waiting for Malfoy senior to answer, he tossed the port key at him.
Lucius looked annoyed at being ordered around by the Gryffindor boy and was about to say something when the dungeon door was blasted open.

Potter leaped in front of the Slytherins his wand pointed at the Death Eater’s filling the door way. “Hurry and go!” He shouted as the port key activated.

For the first time in his life, Draco saw panic wash over his father’s face. “But…” The elder platinum blond stuttered.

“Just go!” Potter yelled, as he rushed forward toward the Death Eaters, blasting a few back with a curse.

Draco narrowed his eyes at Potter’s back ready to charge forward after him. 'Damn him always scarifying himself for his greater good!' Draco shouted in his mind.

In a matter of moments he felt someone link their arms with his, then the tugging behind his navel, the whole time keeping his eyes locked on Potter’s back, as the Gryffindor dogged hexes and curses.

This was how it always ended, he would be pulled away, the site of Potter’s back as he fought the last thing he would see. The last time he had seen Harry Potter.

“Look at me!” Draco scream like he always did at the end, but Potter never would. He was about to look away refusing to end the dream like that again, when he heard his name called.

“Malfoy.”

He turned his vision back to the battle in front of him; his eyes widening in disbelief, Potter starred back at him, emerald green eyes locked eerily onto Draco’s silver. The blond Slytherin opened his mouth to speak, but no matter how hard he tired he couldn’t find words.

“Wake up, Malfoy.” Potter said, the battle around him vanishing; the black Death Eater robes he wore changing into a long white robe that looked oddly familiar to Draco and his dark black hair growing to his waist. A small smirk formed on the Gryffindor’s lips as he raised his wand at the Slytherin prince.

“Wake up.” A blinding light shot from Potter’s wand; as he repeated what he said, it surrounded Draco covering him in warmth. The last thing he saw was Potter’s emerald green eyes going blank...


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