Harry Potter and the Royal Veela

Title: Harry Potter and the Royal Veela
Author: ForsakenArchangel
Summary: 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.
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: None at the moment but I’m always looking for people to help me out.
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.
*Disclaimer: I don\'t own the Harry Potter franchise; meaning everything Harry Potter is credited to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling. So I thank you Rowling and let’s begin this story.

Chapter 2- Ron\'s Faith

Five months later. Weasley family kitchen.

“Ronald Weasley! If you so much as tap that desk again I’ll amputate you foot!”

Hermonie’s shrill voice filled the ears of everyone in the kitchen. This scene had become a common occurrence since the news that the ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’ had been destroyed was leaked to the public five months ago.

(Flashback)

Hermonie was the first to find out, she had been reading the Daily Prophet one of the Wizarding words top news parchments, on a daily bases. Although she was still furious with Harry for making a deal with the Ministry of Magic, which included the Ministry’s refusal to allow her and Ron to join the forces against ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’, in return for agreeing to become something like a spokes person; saying he agreed with what they were doing in matters concerning Voldemort. But Harry was still a dear friend to her; he had been like a brother, and the fact that she couldn’t be there fighting alongside him was driving the brunet crazy.

So it was on a gloomy Monday morning in the Weasley’s kitchen that she read the headline that threatened to destroy her already fragile world.

“’He Who Must Not Be Named’ Destroyed!
Harry Potter STILL Missing!”

Ron who had been sitting across from her eating the breakfast his mother had just handed him, stopped and looked at his friend; worry evident on his face. Before he could react Hermonie turned deadly pale and passed out hitting the floor with a loud, “thump”.

Mrs. Weasley who had busy at the sink, rushed over to the girl leaving the pans to wash themselves; Ron knelt down next to his mom and waited patiently for her to say something. The older witch took the paper the girl was still lightly clutching in her hand.
Ron watched his mother take the paper from Hermonie, glance at it, turn just as pale as his currently passed out friend, then quickly roll up the paper and shove it into her apron pocket.

“Ron dear, will you take her to the guest bed.” Molly Weasley asked her son, as she stood and slowly headed back toward the sink.

He nodded, scooped up the smaller girl and carried her up to the guest room she had been staying in while visiting his family.

For the rest of the day Hermonie had refused to come out of the room, Mrs. Weasley would break down crying from time to time, and Ron was just plain confused, that is until his father finally got home. He was carrying the same issue of the Daily Prophet, and his eyes looked red and puffy like he had been crying for a good while.

When Ron asked, “What the bloody hell is going on around here?!”

Mr. Weasley grasped his son’s shoulder firmly and handed him the paper. Ronald Weasley never cried, he got upset, he got even, but he never cried. “He’s not dead.” Was all the young man said, handed the paper back to his shocked father, and started pacing the small kitchen.

And this would be the case every time Hermonie got a new issue of the Daily Prophet, Mrs.Weasley was truly afraid her poor floor would give away soon. Eventually Hermonie was able to stay conscious, and Mrs. Weasley tried to keep her break downs to twice a day.

(End of Flashback)
“Monie, I don’t know how you can keep still! Do you hear what he’s saying! I bet the Ministry, those dirty cowards, aren’t even looking for Harry!” Ron slammed both his hands down on the table, earning him a disapproving look from both his mother and Hermonie.

“ Really Ron, don’t you think I miss Harry too…but we just might have to start excepting the fact that he might…” Just thinking the last word brought the brunet girl to tears, she lowered head trying to collect herself.

“No don’t even think that, any of you! Harry’s not dead, I know he’s not, I just know it.” Ron snapped at everyone at the table.

The dark haired visitor sitting at the far end of the table sighed in frustration at yet another outburst from Harry’s red headed best friend. This had been the twelve time his presence had been requested in the last five months, not that he didn’t appreciate the young man’s devotion to his godson; but it was all getting tiring.

Not to mention the consist owls from the Ministry; who had indeed been searching high and low for the ‘Boy Who Lived’, add that to the two owls a day since Harry’s disappearance, from Headmaster Dumbledore.

And now he had been getting letters from an ominous writer insisting they be told if Harry was still alive and if he was, how was he doing; those were coming twice a week now. He would have liked very much to take the bunch of them and rip them to shreds, but Lupin had insisted on answering every single one.
The dark haired man looked up toward Ronald Weasley who had apparently asked him a question.

“Well Sirius, do you believe it or not?” Ron stood up straight; his arms crossed in front of his chest, Sirius had to admit the boy did look intimidating, he grown quiet a bit.

He was a strikingly handsome young man; his hair was a fire red color that matched his personality, which hung mid way down his neck. He had grown taller and now stood at 5’11; at least four inches taller than Harry. He had a broad chest and Sirius noted various flexing muscles under his tight maroon sweater, he would make it a point to try not to get into physical dispute with the young man.

“Like I said five times before Ronald, I’m afraid I only know what I’m told by the Ministry, and those that were near enough to Harry during the battle with ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’, to see what happened.” At this Ron opened his mouth to argue, but was quickly silenced by Sirius’ raised hand.

“And those that did see anything, had for some reason lost that portion of their memory.” Once again Sirius waved his hand dismissing Ron’s argument. “The Ministry and Dumbledore have both been looking into that matter and have found nothing as of yet.”

At the mention of Dumbledore’s name Ron lit up slightly. “So Headmaster believes Harry’s alive too?”

Sirius rose an eyebrow in irritation, it was true the Headmaster of Hogwarts did believe that Harry was still alive; the old wizard was a clever old bat, Sirius had to give him that much. He mentally laughed Lupin hated when he addressed Dumbledore that way.

Sirius turned his attention back to the red-head, determined to stick to his story, a tickle of that determination flashed in his dark brown eyes.

“Of course Ron we all want to believe it, but like Hermonie said he has been missing for so long. I know it’s hard to say or even think it, but the chances of him being found alive are slim to none.” Sirius regretted his statement as soon as he had finished.

Molly Weasley was in a fit of tears and Harry’s other best friend Hermonie Granger was close behind. He sighed again this time his frustration evident to everyone in the room.

Ron narrowed his eyes looking hard at Sirius. “You know Black, for someone who claims to love Harry; you have no trouble with the idea of him being dead.”
The dark haired wizard mentally kicked himself, he had no idea a Weasley could be that quick witted. But no one has ever been able to outwit Sirius Black, and this young wizard would be no exception.

“Forgive me Mr. Weasley…” Sirius stressed the others name to show just how offended he was by the others actuation. “But you are the fifth person I have visited today and I have two others to go; all these visits are a constant reminder that Harry is gone. That I couldn’t protect him. Unlike the rest of you neither Lupin nor I have had a moments piece to morn our Godson. So please forgive me if I am a little frustrated with the current choice of topics. Now if you’re done questioning my feelings for my Godson; and the rumors of his whereabouts, I’d like to get some rest before my next questioning.”

Sirius stood and gracefully turned toward the door; smiling slightly at his victory when he was sure no one could see his face. When no one tried to stop him, he opened the large wooden door, and walked out quickly closing it firmly behind him. Walking just as quickly down the short walkway; then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Ron clenched his fists, the only reason he hadn’t said something back to the older wizard was his father’s firm grasps on his shoulder.

“Something’s not right, I know there’s something his hiding from us.” Ron looked at his father who just smiled back nodding his head, he didn’t want to upset his son anymore than he already was.

“I think Ron might be right, about Sirius keeping something from us.” Ron turned his head surprised to see Hermonie starring straight at him with a look he hadn’t seen in almost a year.

The look she used to give Harry and him when she knew what to say or do to solve their frequent problems. The same look that used to make Ron so nervous, now made him smile like a fool. If Hermonie thought something was wrong, something was wrong.
Mr. Weasley rolled his eyes but sat down without saying a word, knowing he would be ignored even if he had spoken. Mrs. Weasley who had finally managed to calm herself down dismissed the whole conversation and started pulling out various ingredients for a cherry pie; cooking for her family always helped calm her nervous.

“I understand that he’s been under a lot of integration since Harry’s disappearance, but he did act amazingly unemotional when he talked about the possibility of Harry…” The brunet girl stopped herself before she finished her sentence, think of how to rephrase it. “Being gone. And not to mention the fact that when you asked if Headmaster Dumbledore believed Harry was still alive, Sirius got really wound up and defensive. Mr. Weasley you have to agree at least with that fact.”

The older Weasley starred at the girl for a moment, then nodded his agreement.

“ So what do you think his hiding Monie?” Ron asked, taking a seat next to one of his best friends.

“That I don’t know Ron, but I do have an idea of how we can find out.” Hermione smiled another rarity in the last year.

Remus Lupin flipped thoughtfully through the five neatly written pages of the newest letter he had received concerning his godson. He had taken a great interest in the letters from the anonymous writer going by the alias Dragon, which has started with a two sentence note; which simply stated:

To the Godfather of Harry James Potter:
I’ve been reading in the paper Harry is missing, is this true or simply another stunt by the Ministry?
-Dragon
Lupin had to practically nock poor Sirius senseless to keep him from burning the letter upon reading it. He had made the decision when the whole thing began and the various letters started pouring in, that he could simply ignore them like Sirius had quickly decided too. So he responded to Dragon’s letter.

Dragon:
I am sorry to inform you that the papers are telling the sad truth, or dear godson Harry is indeed missing. And before you think to ask it, no, we have no clues as to where he could be; or how he is doing. We are grateful for your concern, and are sorry we could not send you better news.
Remus Lupin

Lupin was sure that would be the end to Dragon’s letters, dismissing it as one of Harry’s many female admires. But to his surprise and Sirius dismay the letters started coming more frequently each time getting longer and longer.
Dragon still asked if there was any new news on Harry’s whereabouts, along with heart filled letters wanting to learn more about Harry as a person not just the hero of the Wizarding world.

After the fifth letter Lupin knew Dragon wasn’t just another awestruck obsessive admire, one of those girls that swoon over Harry from a safe distance. He couldn’t say for sure but he knew he had meet this Dragon before; but where?

The recent five page letter he had received had Lupin slightly worried; he noticed lately that Dragon’s letters were becoming less and less optimistic he wrote briefly about new problems at home. The rest of the letter consists of theories as to where Harry could be; this part worried Lupin the most.

It was already bad enough they had the Ministry and Dumbledore looking for Harry; not to mention Ronald Weasley, they couldn’t risk anymore people snooping around.
Remus looked down at the letter once again, deciding it would be best if Sirius didn’t see this one. He had barely tucked the letter away in his robes when a loud “poof!” sound filled the room along with a small cloud of smoke.

He waved his hand trying to clear the smoke, not really paying particular attention to the source of it; having put up a relocation spell on the entire left side of the Black Manor. The spell only allowed Sirius and himself to enter that portion of the manor, not that Lupin left it much.

“How was your meeting with Ronald?” Lupin asked, while at the same time double checking to make sure his robes were completely closed concealing the distressing letter.

“How do you think?” The dark haired man sat down a slight smile lacing his normally irritated features.

Frowning, Lupin looked at his life long companion. “Sirius, what have you done?”

Sirius looked up at Lupin giving him an ‘I’m as innocent as the day I was born’ look, which only proved to further upset the werewolf sitting next to him. The dark haired wizard rolled his eyes and picked up a warm cup of green tea, which had appeared on the table in front of them.

“To make a long story short, he claimed the ministry was no where near looking hard enough for Harry, basically accused you and me of not caring that Harry was gone, and to add to that now he knows…” Remembering it was indeed his fault that the information that Dumbledore was looking for Harry had been leaked to Ronald Weasley; Sirius took a long sip of his tea, hoping Lupin hadn’t been paying attention.

“Sirius Black what did you do?!” Remus knelt down pulling the cup and saucer out of the other’s hands. “Please don’t tell me that after all the trouble we’ve been through to keep everything concealed, you went and ruined it by losing your temper and blurting it out.”

Sirius looked at the man kneeling before him. “You know I would never do something so stupid. I just kind of let it slip that Albus Dumbledore was looking for Harry, but that’s not something he wouldn’t have found out anyways.”

An obvious sigh of relief escaped the kneeling wizard’s lips. “No, I guess that’s not too bad, but, you need to be more careful Sirius. I know I don’t have to tell you how important it is that no one finds out.”

Lupin got up from the ground and sat down again in his large leather chair; a gift from Sirius two years ago, and the two wizards sat quietly contemplating their new situation.