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: The awesome 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.




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.***

********


Harry Potter and the Royal Veela

By Lost Soul (Forsaken Archangel



Chapter 16 - Confusion and Outbursts


Sirius sat on the medium sized leather love seat mopping. Harry sat next to him not looking pleased with the outcome of their hour long argument, over how the situation should be handled. Being that the situation was himself, darkened his mood even more.

The only highlight of his return had been when he noticed an unconscious Malfoy, and had been told that Ginny was the responsibly party. Ron had fallen to the floor in a fit of laughter, nearly dragging Harry with him.

Now he was watching as Pomfrey and Snape stood in the fire place, levitating a still unconscious Malfoy beside them. "We'll take Mr. Malfoy to Hogwarts and explain to him how were going to go about reveling Harry's return." Pomfrey said, gesturing for Snape to grab a handful of floo powder. "I'll be back in a few hours with the Headmaster..." Pomfrey stopped, looking at Harry she smiled reassuringly. "And with a blocking charm, if all goes well."

Harry nodded, he didn't like the idea of attracting Veela... especially males. He had been told a few more details revolving around his new condition from Sirus when they returned, the conversation didn't get far before Harry tired to flee the room again. Needless to say, the new information, didn't help his 'the world enjoys screwing me over' complex.

With one last reassuring smile from Pomfrey, and a disdainful glare from Snape; the group was engulfed in green flames, then the fire place was once again empty.

"Okay next up." Remus gestured to the two Weasleys; who were arguing with Hermione.

"I told you why! Your mother is probably worried sick, its two o'clock in the morning. You two have to go home!" Hermione screeched, pointing to the fire place.

"I'm staying here with you and Harry, Ginny can go back to tell Mum I'm staying at your house!" Ron yelled back, folding his arms across his chest.

"That's stupid Ron, Mum and Dad won't let you stay at Hermione's house by yourself; if anyone is staying, it should be me because I'm a girl." Ginny pushed between the two older teens.

Hermione blushed at Ginny's insinuating comment, she cleared her throat to get the Weasleys' attention. "Both of you are going home, because if either one of you stay at my house..." Hermione made air quotes. "Your mother is going to call to check in with my parents, and don't say she won't, because we all know that's a lie."

"She's right Ron. Your mum is going to grill you about being out so late as it is, and I want to speak with Dumbledore before anyone else finds out. Harry intervened, when he noticed Ron was about to start another shouting match.

"But Harry..." Ron tried.

"No buts Ron, I'm fine. You and Ginny can come back in the morning." Harry tried to reassure the red headed boy.

"I'll keep an eye on him Ron." Hermione whispered so only Ron could hear her; knowing this was the only way to pacify the youngest Weasley boy.

The red head sighed in defeat. "Fine. But I'll be here first thing in the morning, so someone better be there to open the door for me."

"You have my word." Harry put his hand up as he said this trying not to smirk.

"Okay Harry, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Ginny said, pushing her brother out of the way. "I'm really glad your back." Her face was bright red as she lend forward, to kiss Harry on the cheek.

Harry's blush was a deeper red then Ginny's; when the girl finally pulled away and started messing with the bottom of her baby pink shirt. He smiled and nodded at Ginny as she made her way to the fire place; dragging her older brother behind her. The red headed girl then proceeded to shove her brother into the fire place, while at the same time scooping up a handful of floo powder; from the large bag next to them. Before Ron could turn and yell at her for pushing him, Ginny throw the powder to the ground, shouting their destination. Green flames engulfed them, and they too were gone.

Harry smiled at the spot were the two Weasleys had been only moments ago, his hand came up to touch the cheek were Ginny had nervously kissed him. He knew she had feelings for him; he might be dense at times but he wasn't blind, but with the war he never had a chance to find out if he shared those feelings. And now with his inheritance he wasn't even sure he would be given the chance to explore the possibility of being with the youngest Weasley. As much as he hated to hear it, he needed to know what had happened, and what to except, due to his genetic inheritance.

A muffled yawn from next to him, drew him from his thoughts.

A light blush colored Hermione's cheeks, when she noticed Harry smiling at her. "Sorry, its been a long day." She said smiling back at her friend.

"I heard... did you really charge Malfoy for me?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow while he smirked at Hermione. "Was it as brilliant as third year, when you punched him in the nose?"

Hermione blushed at the reminder. "He deserved it, then. And I didn't exactly charge him either..." She replied, her memory bring forward the voice that had jumped started her into action. "Harry, it was you; wasn't it?"

"What was me?" Harry asked.

"In the garden, when Malfoy-"

"Come on you two, were heading to the kitchen. Don't think I didn't notice, that you barely took one bit out of that sandwich, Harry." Remus called, stopping Hermione from finishing her sentence.

"I'm fine." Harry tried to reassure the werewolf. He turned back to Hermione. "What were you say-" Harry stopped mid sentence, when a growl from his stomach interrupted.

"Lets get something to eat, I only had a piece of toast this morning." Hermione smiled at Harry before following Lupin.

"Why is everyone acting so strange?" Harry asked to the now empty room; sighing he headed toward the kitchen.

*******************************

Meanwhile in the Weasley living room...

"Come on, out with it already." George Weasley smacked his younger brother in the back of his head; smirking when Ron swore at him from underneath his twin.

"We can keep this up all night, besides you might want someone to know your story before Mum gets home and kills you two." Fred; who was currently pinning Ron to the ground by sitting on his younger brother's back, spoke to his little sister who was hanging upside down from the ceiling.

"We told you, we were collecting ingredients for extra credit in Potions, with Hermione! We just lost track of the ti-!" Ginny's excuse was cut off, when George grabbed her by her shoulders and spun her. The red headed girl closed her eyes trying not the throw up.

"Right, like anyone would believe Ron was out all night doing school work. You might want to think up a better excuse." Fred pushed down harder on the squirming Ron. "I wouldn't move to much if I were you..."

"Mum made her famous pork n' beans, while you two were out, Fred here had his fair share." George patted his twin on the back, grinning.

Ron's squirming stopped, if he had known the twins had been home he would have refused to return. As soon as they entered the living room, they had been captured. As he saw Ginny fly up to the roof he tried to escape but was tackled to the floor.

It wasn't much of a struggle on Ron's part, when both the twins pinned him to the ground.

"Okay, if you want to do this the hard way... we have ways of making you talk." George walked over the old brown sofa, pulling open a school bag, he began to dig through it. His hand stopped abruptly, a wide cat like grin spreading across his face. "What do we have here?"

"Is it the our newest item?" Fred smacked Ron the back of the head, as he spoke to George.

"It sure is, Fred." George replied, pulling out a large purple tube, with the picture of a disgusting boil on it.

Ron's eyes wide, while Ginny made a squeaking nose from above as George stalked toward them; twisting the cap off the tube as he approached.

George lend over Ron, the tip of the tube almost touching his younger brother's cheek. "What's it gonna be?"

Ron bit his lip, readying himself for the inevitable pain the purple tube would cause; he would never betray Harry.

The deafening silence of the room was abruptly disturbed, as the sound of a door being blasted open resounded thought out the Weasley home.

"Ronald Weasley!" A familiar; very angry voice soon followed.


**********************

Hogwarts Infirmary...

"Rejuvenate!" Pomfrey casted the spell on the unconscious Malfoy. The four occupants of the infirmary wing waited silently as the boy stirred on the bed.

"My head..." Draco groaned.

"That's what a vase to the back of the head will do, now sit up and take this potion." Pomfrey ordered, helping the unwilling boy to sit up.

"I'm not a child, I can do it myself!" Draco snapped at the med-witch when she tried to force the bottle into his mouth.

Pomfrey gave him a stern stare which Draco could only guess meant respect your elders, before she backed away from him and back to her spot next to Professor Snape.

The blond Slytherin eyed the yellow/green potion with distrust, until the realization that he was no longer in Black Manor and surrounded by that damn intoxication smell, dawned on him. His silver eyes instantly snapped back to the med-witch, leading him to his second realization; that he was being closely watched by Hogwarts' Headmaster and a extremely pale professor McGonagall. He locked eyes with the twinkling eyes of the Headmaster, putting on his best glare. Dumbledore just smiled back at him, which only infuriated the Dominate Veela more.

"Draco take the potion, it won't have any effect on the suppressing ones you've been taking." Snape intruded on the silence of the room, as he didn't want to deal with his godson snapping and attacking the Headmaster.

Draco huffed in response to his godfather's order; pulling his eyes away from the Headmaster's, he popped the cork off the vial. Brought the potion to his lips, tipping it into his mouth. Draco swallowed, stopping himself from flinching as the yellow/green potion stung his throat. When he was sure he had control over his voice again, he turned to Snape.

"Judging by the looks on their faces, I can safely assume that they know we found Potter." Draco stated, not waiting for anyone to confirm. "Would you care to explain to me why I woke up in a hospital bed in the school infirmary?"

Snape looked at the blond boy with a tired expression; Potter had only been back a few hours and he was already causing trouble. "Ms. Weasley hit you over the head with a rather large vase." Snape watched as Draco's hands tightened into fist. "We needed to get you out of there anyway, I should have the moment I saw Potter. Without a blocking charm on him, you weren't in your right mind. I don't know what possessed you to tag along with the Gryffindors in the first place. What reason would you have to find Potter, your father is only doing it because the Ministry; those fool, assign-"

"Severus, I'm sure young Mr.Malfoy has his reasons, but now is not the time to discuses such things. And we must all remember if it wasn't for his need to find Harry, we might not have been able to help now." Dumbledore stopped the potions professor from continuing his rant.

Draco watched as for a brief moment irritation washed over Severus' face, before he begrudgingly excepted what the headmaster had said. The blond choose to ignore Dumbledore's use of the word 'need' when referring to anything having to do with Potter. The only reason he wanted to find Potter had been that infuriating memory; that had relentlessly invaded his dreams.

He didn't ask nor did he need the Wizarding World's Golden Boy to play the martyr and rescue him.

He had been more than ready to knock the Golden Boy on his bum, for having the audacity to treat him like he was some damsel in distress! He could have stayed and fought! But no, Potter had to go and inherited submissive Veela genes; genes that had been locked away for generations!

Oh; and if Draco's planes hadn't been stomped to death by then, his behavior because of Potter's lack of a blocking charm finished it off.

Fighting the urge to find a mate and claiming them had been hard enough, without it being thrown in his face full force. "Damn him!" Draco mentally shouted. "How am I suppose to get my revenge on him when he smells so damn good! My instincts are screaming at me to jump him there and now. This is Potter for Merlin sake! Harry Bloody Golden Boy Potter!"

Draco would have continued his downward spiral into a mental breakdown, if it hadn't been for the headmaster's voice breaking into his thoughts.

"This has been a long exciting day for the three of you, so you must be tired. Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape have filled me in on the situation, and I fully agree with the plan that they have come up with." Dumbledore locked eyes once again with the platinum blond Slytherin. "I'm sure you'll agree that it is a wise idea to keep this between the eight of us."

"What reason do I have to do Potter any fav-" Draco stopped abruptly, cursing under his breath. "Fine."

Dumbledore smiled. "Good. Now, Draco; my boy, if I remember correctly your grandmother is the current head of the Veela society."

Draco raised an questioning eyebrow at the older wizard.

When the blond boy remained silent, Dumbledore took that as a affirmative to continue. "It's seems Harry is in need of a blocking charm. Normally these charms are held within the family due to each families distinctions. If the Potter family blocking charms are still around, they are more than likely in the possession of the Veela society. And if not your grandmother would know the next best charm to use; I'm sure she has had to deal with similar situations, these charms would also be in her care."

Draco slid off the hospital bed, straightening his robes out. "Lets say for a moment that I would actually help Potter, don't you think its odd for a dominate Veela to be asking about submissive blocking charms. And for that fact; a dominate Malfoy asking about a submissive Potter charm; when such charms haven't been in use for generations. And lets not forget, that I've been avoiding my grandmother at all cost. in order to prevent a forced bonding." Draco finally looked up, giving Dumbledore his best glare.

"He's right. Marissa would throw him into a room of uncharmed submissive before he had a chance to blink. Many, if not all the submissive's families are refusing to let their submissive mate until Draco decides to participates in a gathering. Therefore the dominates are having to suffer through the yearnings." Snape stepped forward, trying to explain what his godson meant.

"Mating hasn't exactly been at the top of my priorities; Severus." Draco snapped, pushing past his godfather, toward the fireplace.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Pomfrey called after the fuming Slytherin; who was already in the fireplace with a hand full of floo powder.

"I'm sure the great 'boy who lived' can manage without my help! Malfoy Manor!" Draco coldly replied, before the green flames engulfed him.

"Then I suppose we will have to obtain the charm a different way." Dumbledore mused; absent minded-ly running his hand down his beard, choosing to ignore Draco's outburst; after all the poor boy didn't have complete control over his emotions. "Young Draco might be unable to retrieve the charm, but perhaps a new friend of mine might." With one final twinkle of his eyes; directed at a extremely stressed out Severus Snape, the headmaster followed closely by McGonagall exited the room.

Severus sat heavily on the clinic bed his godson had occupied only a moment ago.

"Perhaps it would be a good idea to follow after the boy. I'm not taking sides, but those two weren't exactly best friends." Pomfrey stated, sitting next to the potions professor. "He did seem quite irritated about Harry."

Snape stood nodding; not wanting to further stress himself out by explaining that Draco could be trusted. He tucked his wand securely into his robe pocket; his mood lifting slightly at the memory of its retrieval, stood and walked swiftly over to the fireplace. Picking up a hand full of floo powder he gave Pomfrey a farewell nod before throwing the floo powder down.

"Malfoy Manor."


*******************************

The green flames smothered in the ivory fire place of the Malfoy Manor, Severus Snape stepped forward, uneasy at the silence he was greeted by.

He had expected at the very least to be bombarded with questions by a overreacting Narcissa or said woman smothering her son in a suffocating embrace. But instead he was greeted by a dimly lit room, he stepped out of the fireplace intent on seeking out his godson, when the sound of a glass being placed down somewhere in the room halted his movement. He squinted his eyes, looking for the source of the sound.

"I was wondering when you would show up." A familiar voice broke the silence of the dark room. In the next instance the room was flooded with light.

Severus shut his eyes, to give them time to adjust. "Lucius, what are you doing in the dark? You should have spoken up when I arrived!" Severus growled at the blond man, as he rubbed his eyes; having not closed them fast enough.

"It is three o' clock in the morning, why would I have the lights on?" The blond asked, lifting the glass of fire whiskey to his lips, waiting for his friend to answer.

Severus eyed the blond, as the other man downed the remains of the glass in one swig. "For the love of Salazar, your drunk." The potions professor concluded, stomping to the desk Lucius was half sprawled on and grabbed the rather large bottle of fire whiskey from the platinum blonde’s hands; before he was able to pour himself another.

Lucius glared at his dark haired friend. "I'm not drunk... yet." He tried to reach for the whiskey only to have Severus pull it out of his reach. "Damn it, this is my home, I can bloody well drink if I want to!"

Severus sighed, sinking into the leather seat across from the desk. "What has gotten into you? This isn't like you." He placed the bottle on the side table next to him; resisting the urge to take a swig himself, trying not to think about how tired he was. "Does this have to do with the Potter case?"

The platinum blonde’s eyes softened for a moment; lost in thought, before they reverted back to the former glare. "Would everyone stop presuming that I'm so incompetent at my job, that its giving me a nervous break down. Has it passed your minds for even a second that my family's falling apart around me, might play a role in my stress! For Salazar's sake, Severus, I have a son who is willingly destroying himself! Who won't listen to reason from anyone!" Lucius stood slamming his hand on his desk.

Severus nodded his understanding, Draco's refusal to mate; to inadvertently kill himself, was taking its toll on his Veela parents. He doubted Narcissa would survive the lose of her only son, even if Lucius was somehow able to survive Draco's death, Narcissa's would end him.

"I know this is troubling you, but I'm sure Draco has come to his senses." Severus tired to calm the other man.

Anger was quickly replaced with confusion at Severus' comment. "What do you mean? Has he told you he wishes to mate? Why has he waited so long?"

Severus cursed to himself for speaking before he thought, as he starred at Lucius who was starring back at him like he would perform a miracle and solve all his problems.

"Master Malfoy, sir?"

Severus sighed in relief, as a small squeaky voice of an house elf, pulled Lucius intense gaze from him.

"What is it?" Lucius snapped when the frightened creature stood rubbing its hands together, to afraid to speak.

"LadyMalfoywishedBumblytoinformMastersMalfoythatshehadtoleaveonbusinesswithhermother." The house spat out, trembling from head to toe.

"Business?" Lucius questioned, used to the house elf way of speaking when it was nervous.

"Yes Masters, that is all Bumbly was told. "The house elf answered.

Lucius sat down at his desk, thinking for a moment. "And my son?"

"Masters Draco is still in his room, he will not let Bumbly or the others in."

Lucius nodded, tapping his fingers on the wooden desk. "If that's all, you can leave."

Bumbly bowed at the two wizards, then disappeared with a pop.

"What exactly did you say to him Severus? He nearly blew up the house upon his return, he was so enraged." The platinum blond turned his questioning eyes back to the potions professor as soon as the house elf left.

"I told him... I will no longer supply him with a suppressing potion." Severus said the first thing that popped into his head, hoping Lucius wouldn't ask anymore questions.

Lucius looked shocked for a moment, before smirking at his best friend. "Tuff love, I suppose we have no other choice."

Severus nodded, thanking Merlin. For the moment he was safe, but when his godson found out he was a dead man.


*******************************

Miles away at the Veela Society Headquarters.

"I swear I heard something." A small male voice echoed through the large storage room.

"It was probably just the building shifting, besides who would come down here?" Another male voice; this one considerably deeper replied.

"I guess your right Charles, lets go back up stairs. All these old artifacts are really creeping me out." The first male voice agreed.

Within a few moments the sound of footsteps could no longer be heard, the storage room was again quiet. Countless objects occupied the floor space, stacked on top of each other so high they nearly touched the roof of the large room. Off to the right corner of the room covered in a thick layer of dust sat a wooden chest the size of child's bed ; cravings of mythical creatures littered its surface, with a golden calligraphy letter 'P' set right above the lock.

The person crouching behind the chest slowly emerged, their long black silk cloak swaying as the stood up straight then falling into place on their curved form. A delicate pale hand emerged from the sleeves along with a light brown wand, which was promptly pointed at the heels that the cloaked person wore. Lips moved forming the words of a spell, the wand was pulled back, then tucked back into the silk sleeves.

The person walked calmly around to the front of the large chest; the tapping of their heels muted, with the grace of a dancer they knelt down. Reaching once again into their sleeve the cloaked figure pulled out a small white handkerchief, unfolding the material with great care to revel a small golden key.

The key was simple; plain even, the only thing that made it special was the complex design of the teeth. To anyone who might have been looking, the cloaked figure seemed to be transfixed by the small object in their hand; but for only a moment, the key was swiftly transferred between the thumb and index finger. Without hesitation the key was inserted into the lock, there was a slight resistance; but such was to be expected, then the click.

The wand was pulled out once more, tapped against the lid of the chest; which loudly creaked open, then set down on the ground next to the kneeling person. The cloaked figure lend forward into the chest, reaching for the object they had been seeking. Shrinking the object they tucked it safely into the confines of their cloak.

The cloaked person picked up their wand and stood, with a flick of their wrist toward the chest the lid creaked shut. Another flick to retrieve the small golden key, which was immediately wrapped back into the handkerchief and put away. The wand was now raised to eye level, their lips formed another silent spell, a moment later a resounding crack penetrated the silence of the storage room.

Muffled shouts could be heard from upstairs. Hurried footsteps stomped down the halls and steps, but any trace of the cloaked visitor was long gone.

*******
Okay did you like…it was sorta a filler chapter, but I’m posting another right after it…so don’t hurt me…T_T *runs away from angry readers with torches*

Remembers….Comments + Me = More Chapters!!!!!!