Harry Potter and the Royal Veela
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
49,188
Reviews:
227
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 17 - Harry to the Rescue
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.***
Quick Note:
See I told you I’d post another…*rubes slightly toasted bum*
T_T
********
Harry Potter and the Royal Veela
By Lost Soul (Forsaken Archangel
*******
Chapter 17 – Harry to the Rescue
The sun peeked in through the thin slits of the heavy maroon curtains, thrown over the windows. Stretching its rays of light across the oak floors of the family room, falling just short of reaching the group of four gathered on the opposite side of the room.
Harry Potter smiled, emerald green eyes staring down at the three figures sleeping peacefully around him. His eyes stopped on Hermione who had been the last of the three; who had took it upon themselves to guard him, to succumb to sleep. Her hair; once a fizzy mass of curls, fell mid-way down her back in loose wavy curls. Her hand held loosely to the white robe he wore, as she mumbled words softly in her sleep.
"Ron…we can't…" It was spoken so softly Harry barely heard it; he smirked as a light blush colored Hermione's cheeks.
Carefully he pulled the white robe from her grasp, relived when she only groaned and turned to her other side. Standing slowly he maneuvered around Sirius; who was clinging to Remus' waist, his head nearly tucked under the drooling werewolf's shirt. Harry put his hand over his mouth trying to smoother the laughter which would surely wake his guards.
Quickly he slipped through the open door, glade they had left it ajar last night. He turned right, heading toward the direction of his room.
A few minutes later he was digging through his school chest; which had gathered a disgusting layer of dust, trying to find something that fit.
From years of wearing Dudley's hand me downs, he was use to wearing clothes that were too big for him, but with the new changes his body had gone through everything looked like a bed sheet wrapped around him. He sighed in defeat, pulling off the white t-shirt that had found at the bottom of the chest. Without his wand to resize his clothes; and not wanting to use wandless magic again without speaking with Dumbledore first, he was stuck in the white robe he had woken up in.
It wasn't that the robes were distasteful, on the contrary they were beautiful and if Harry guessed right, very expense. He just never liked the way full body robes looked; they reminded him of a woman's gown. Harry grabbed a needle, a pair of fabric scissors, and a spool of 'Helena's Quick Work' thread from a small pouch tucked into the corner of the chest, quietly apologized to Remus, then began to cut.
Half an hour later he set down his tools, picking up the two new articles of clothing. He pulled the white pajama pants on, pulling on the drawl string so it hung comfortable on his slim waist. He walked around the room, bent back and forth, then with a satisfied nod he picked up the top of the robe slipping it on and tied it shut. Grabbing an extra strip of fabric from the floor, he left the room heading toward the kitchen.
Harry walked slowly into the kitchen, smiling he grabbed his waist long hair pulling it up and putting it into a pony tail, bun thing; as best he could, that he often saw Hermione and Ginny sporting. Loose strain of hair refused to be bond and hung stubbornly around Harry eyes, he choose to ignore it being used to his hair unruly behavior all his life.
He clapped his hands together, determinedly marching toward the stove.
An hour; and a panicking Dobby, later the kitchen was filled with warmth and the smell of breakfast.
Harry lend against the counter, watching the biscuits he had just finished preparing, as they cooked in the large stove. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you Dobby, don't be upset." He tried to sooth the teary eyed house elf, who was sitting by the door to the garden clutching a dish cloth.
"Harry Potter should be resting. He should not be working in the kitchen." Dobby responded refusing to look up, he started to clean the side of the counter next to him.
"I've had my fair share of sleep..." Harry mumbled, looking past the elf, into the garden. He frown, apparently Sirius and Remus hadn't thought to keep up with the small garden; as weeds as over taken it. 'Honestly,' Harry thought, 'it only takes a spell or two to maintain it.' His emerald green eyes scanned the garden, assessing the damage, stopping abruptly when he saw brown feathers and a beak huddled under a stone bench.
He immediately pushed off the counter, to unlock the door. Dobby scrambled to get out of the way, as Harry swung the door open. The cold winter wind leashed at him when he stepped out; the thin robes he wore providing little to no protection, as he trudged toward the stone bench. Harry wrapped his arms around his chest in a feeble attempt to keep some warmth, ignoring the weeds scrapping against his bare feet and the jagged pebbles stabbing their sensitive soles.
When he finally reached his destination, he reluctantly knelt down into the weeds. He had hoped that what he thought he saw was wrong, unfortunately the unmoving owl confirmed his fears. Harry slowly extended his hand; not wanting to get pecked, he carefully ran his fingers along the brown feathers. The poor owl was freezing cold but the gentle raise and fall of breathing, gave Harry hope.
He scooped the owl up; bring it to his chest to protect it from the hissing winds. His mind drifted briefly to his finally battle with Voldermort, the mad man's clicks and hisses as he casted spell after spell, lashing at Harry's body. He shook his head; to rid his mind of the memory, running back into the warm kitchen.
Once back in the kitchen; the door closed and securely locked, his body shivered as it tried to regulate his temperature. He looked to Dobby; who was looked back at him like he had gone mad. "Go get me some warm towels and a heating pad. Hurry!" Harry ordered, the urgency in his voice jolting the house elf into action.
Dobby popped out, returning with in mere seconds with exactly what Harry had requested.
"Put the heating pad on the floor, then put the towel over it." Harry order, kneeling next to Dobby as he did what he was told.
He gentle laid the brown owl down; grabbing the other towels he wrapped them around the prone figure like a small nest. "Come on little guy…" He mumbled, running his fingers along the owl's feathers, unaware that the pads of his fingers were emitting a soft gold glow.. In response a taloned leg stretched out, with a scroll tight securely to it. Harry eyed the scroll unsure if he should take it.
'There might be a hex on it.' he reasoned.
A weak hoot pulled his eyes from the scroll; the brown owl had opened its eyes and was staring at him expectantly. He smiled at it, glade he had been able to help it. "What were you doing out there in the first place?" Harry questioned the owl, who was blinking at him and turning its head as best it could.
"Hoot." The brown owl replied, flexing the taloned leg toward Harry.
Harry smirked, shaking his head. "Fine, you worked so hard to bring this message here the least I can do is read it."
He untied the slightly damped scroll, there was no name to who it was suppose to go too. He shrugged, unraveling it. His eyes scanned swiftly down the page, noting the immaculate
calligraphy and stopped on the signature at the bottom.
"…Dragon?
********
Aw, poor owl…. ^_^ What did you think?
I’m almost done with chapter 18;its kinda long...but thats always a good thing... and everyone’s favorite dominate veela is in it!!!!!!
Review and tell me what you think.
COMMENTS + ME = MORE 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.***
Quick Note:
See I told you I’d post another…*rubes slightly toasted bum*
T_T
********
Harry Potter and the Royal Veela
By Lost Soul (Forsaken Archangel
*******
Chapter 17 – Harry to the Rescue
The sun peeked in through the thin slits of the heavy maroon curtains, thrown over the windows. Stretching its rays of light across the oak floors of the family room, falling just short of reaching the group of four gathered on the opposite side of the room.
Harry Potter smiled, emerald green eyes staring down at the three figures sleeping peacefully around him. His eyes stopped on Hermione who had been the last of the three; who had took it upon themselves to guard him, to succumb to sleep. Her hair; once a fizzy mass of curls, fell mid-way down her back in loose wavy curls. Her hand held loosely to the white robe he wore, as she mumbled words softly in her sleep.
"Ron…we can't…" It was spoken so softly Harry barely heard it; he smirked as a light blush colored Hermione's cheeks.
Carefully he pulled the white robe from her grasp, relived when she only groaned and turned to her other side. Standing slowly he maneuvered around Sirius; who was clinging to Remus' waist, his head nearly tucked under the drooling werewolf's shirt. Harry put his hand over his mouth trying to smoother the laughter which would surely wake his guards.
Quickly he slipped through the open door, glade they had left it ajar last night. He turned right, heading toward the direction of his room.
A few minutes later he was digging through his school chest; which had gathered a disgusting layer of dust, trying to find something that fit.
From years of wearing Dudley's hand me downs, he was use to wearing clothes that were too big for him, but with the new changes his body had gone through everything looked like a bed sheet wrapped around him. He sighed in defeat, pulling off the white t-shirt that had found at the bottom of the chest. Without his wand to resize his clothes; and not wanting to use wandless magic again without speaking with Dumbledore first, he was stuck in the white robe he had woken up in.
It wasn't that the robes were distasteful, on the contrary they were beautiful and if Harry guessed right, very expense. He just never liked the way full body robes looked; they reminded him of a woman's gown. Harry grabbed a needle, a pair of fabric scissors, and a spool of 'Helena's Quick Work' thread from a small pouch tucked into the corner of the chest, quietly apologized to Remus, then began to cut.
Half an hour later he set down his tools, picking up the two new articles of clothing. He pulled the white pajama pants on, pulling on the drawl string so it hung comfortable on his slim waist. He walked around the room, bent back and forth, then with a satisfied nod he picked up the top of the robe slipping it on and tied it shut. Grabbing an extra strip of fabric from the floor, he left the room heading toward the kitchen.
Harry walked slowly into the kitchen, smiling he grabbed his waist long hair pulling it up and putting it into a pony tail, bun thing; as best he could, that he often saw Hermione and Ginny sporting. Loose strain of hair refused to be bond and hung stubbornly around Harry eyes, he choose to ignore it being used to his hair unruly behavior all his life.
He clapped his hands together, determinedly marching toward the stove.
An hour; and a panicking Dobby, later the kitchen was filled with warmth and the smell of breakfast.
Harry lend against the counter, watching the biscuits he had just finished preparing, as they cooked in the large stove. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you Dobby, don't be upset." He tried to sooth the teary eyed house elf, who was sitting by the door to the garden clutching a dish cloth.
"Harry Potter should be resting. He should not be working in the kitchen." Dobby responded refusing to look up, he started to clean the side of the counter next to him.
"I've had my fair share of sleep..." Harry mumbled, looking past the elf, into the garden. He frown, apparently Sirius and Remus hadn't thought to keep up with the small garden; as weeds as over taken it. 'Honestly,' Harry thought, 'it only takes a spell or two to maintain it.' His emerald green eyes scanned the garden, assessing the damage, stopping abruptly when he saw brown feathers and a beak huddled under a stone bench.
He immediately pushed off the counter, to unlock the door. Dobby scrambled to get out of the way, as Harry swung the door open. The cold winter wind leashed at him when he stepped out; the thin robes he wore providing little to no protection, as he trudged toward the stone bench. Harry wrapped his arms around his chest in a feeble attempt to keep some warmth, ignoring the weeds scrapping against his bare feet and the jagged pebbles stabbing their sensitive soles.
When he finally reached his destination, he reluctantly knelt down into the weeds. He had hoped that what he thought he saw was wrong, unfortunately the unmoving owl confirmed his fears. Harry slowly extended his hand; not wanting to get pecked, he carefully ran his fingers along the brown feathers. The poor owl was freezing cold but the gentle raise and fall of breathing, gave Harry hope.
He scooped the owl up; bring it to his chest to protect it from the hissing winds. His mind drifted briefly to his finally battle with Voldermort, the mad man's clicks and hisses as he casted spell after spell, lashing at Harry's body. He shook his head; to rid his mind of the memory, running back into the warm kitchen.
Once back in the kitchen; the door closed and securely locked, his body shivered as it tried to regulate his temperature. He looked to Dobby; who was looked back at him like he had gone mad. "Go get me some warm towels and a heating pad. Hurry!" Harry ordered, the urgency in his voice jolting the house elf into action.
Dobby popped out, returning with in mere seconds with exactly what Harry had requested.
"Put the heating pad on the floor, then put the towel over it." Harry order, kneeling next to Dobby as he did what he was told.
He gentle laid the brown owl down; grabbing the other towels he wrapped them around the prone figure like a small nest. "Come on little guy…" He mumbled, running his fingers along the owl's feathers, unaware that the pads of his fingers were emitting a soft gold glow.. In response a taloned leg stretched out, with a scroll tight securely to it. Harry eyed the scroll unsure if he should take it.
'There might be a hex on it.' he reasoned.
A weak hoot pulled his eyes from the scroll; the brown owl had opened its eyes and was staring at him expectantly. He smiled at it, glade he had been able to help it. "What were you doing out there in the first place?" Harry questioned the owl, who was blinking at him and turning its head as best it could.
"Hoot." The brown owl replied, flexing the taloned leg toward Harry.
Harry smirked, shaking his head. "Fine, you worked so hard to bring this message here the least I can do is read it."
He untied the slightly damped scroll, there was no name to who it was suppose to go too. He shrugged, unraveling it. His eyes scanned swiftly down the page, noting the immaculate
calligraphy and stopped on the signature at the bottom.
"…Dragon?
********
Aw, poor owl…. ^_^ What did you think?
I’m almost done with chapter 18;its kinda long...but thats always a good thing... and everyone’s favorite dominate veela is in it!!!!!!
Review and tell me what you think.
COMMENTS + ME = MORE CHAPTERS!!!!!!!