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 !!!!! Who aids me with his beta magic.^_^ 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



Author’s notes:

brunehilda: Aww…you made my month, I'm glade you like it *huggles* You made me so happy with your comment…that I’ll post two new chapters!!!!



Chapter 19 – The Gift of Charms

Green flames filled the large old fire place of number 12 Grimmauld Place, receding to reveal two guests who stepped quickly out. The first an old man with a long white beard and a deep blue robe; his eyes twinkling behind his half moon spectacles as he surveyed the people sleeping on the floor across the room.


The second guest was concealed almost entirely by their long black silk cloak; the only thing visible was the slender pale hands that swayed at their side as they walked.


The smells of breakfast floated in the air, as if beckoning them to the person they sought. They quietly exited the room, deciding to let its sleeping occupants remain slumbering.


They headed down the hall passing door after door, until they came to a large wooden door across from the stairs.


The door was pushed open, the old man smiled at the boy who was sitting on the floor at the corner of the kitchen; immersed in reading a scroll.


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Harry finished the scroll, rolling it back up he sighed. "So the ministry is looking for me? What have Sirius and Remus gotten themselves into?"


"I'm sure they had their reasons Harry."


Harry's eyes widened as his question was answered by a very familiar sage like voice. He looked up and was greeted by the sparkling eyes of his mentor and headmaster. "Albus…"


"It's been a while but we are glad to have you back, Harry my boy." The old wizard spoke as he walked forward and knelt next to Harry.


Harry smiled back. "Glad to be back." He resisted the urge to lunge forward to hug the other wizard; he hadn't seen him since the night he was supposedly killed by Snape. It had been Dumbledore's letter three weeks later, that had been his reason to lead a rescue mission to retrieve Snape and Malfoy.


Dumbledore put his hand gently on Harry's head waking the boy from his reminiscing. "I've brought someone I believe could help us."


Harry leaned forward looking past the headmaster to the cloaked figure standing near the door way. He nodded at the person then turned to Dobby who was still on the other side of him. The house elf had narrowed his eyes while bunching his hands into the tattered robe he wore, starring fixedly at the unknown guest. "Dobby, would you watch the food while we talk." Harry asked.

The house elve's eyes shifted between the guest and Harry for a moment before he answered. "Dobby will watch the food, Master Harry Potter. Dobby will not let Master Harry Potter down." He narrowed his eyes once more at their guest before turning his attention on finishing breakfast.


Harry sighed, dismissing the urge to tell Dobby not to call him master. He then turned his attention to the brown owl in front of him. "You rest a while before you go back; let the wind die down some." He reached forward running his fingers lightly over the creature's head, in response the owl hooted softly nestling itself further into the warm towels.

Harry smiled before standing to follow Dumbledore who had returned to his spot next to their unknown guest. The two talked in hushed tones until they noticed they were being watched, at which point Dumbledore gesture for them to take a seat at the table.


Once seated; Harry at the head of the table with Dumbledore on one side of him and the cloaked person on the other, the room fell into an awkward silence, the only noise coming from the clanking of pots and pans as Dobby cooked. Dumbledore cleared his throat, looking at Harry who had started to subconsciously mess with the loss strain of hair that had fallen out of his bun "Harry how much do you know about veela?"


Harry looked at the headmaster a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Remus and Sirius have told me some stuff…" He trailed off, embarrassed he was having this conversation with a man he considered his grandfather.


"Like what? It's important that we know so we can give you all the information you need." Dumbledore stated smiling reassuringly at Harry.


The cloaked person nodded their agreement calling Harry's attention to them, this of course caused Harry to become even more embarrassed by the information he was about to revel.


"Well…they said it ran in my family, but my ancestors sealed it because they wanted the family to be strictly pure blood. My fight with Riddle somehow released the seal; my body went into shock which put me in a comma like state for almost a year." Harry pause, waiting for Dumbledore to confirm that his information was correct.


When Dumbledore nodded, Harry continued.


"Sirius said that there was two types of veela dominate and submissive and the type of veela I was, is called a submissive. He said submissive veela attract…" Harry stopped refusing to continue.

"Attract dominate veela; which are strictly male. Depending on the submissive's allures; which focus mainly on power level, personality, looks, and most of all purity they will attract more dominates." The cloaked person who had remained quiet since they arrived finished Harry sentence, there voice distinctly female.


Harry turned to the female; feeling like he had heard that voice before, he waited for her to continue.


"Did you sense something when I entered the room?" She asked.
Harry nodded; he had ignored it at the time, being too excited to see Dumbledore again.


"Every Veela has their own distinct aura, if you were a dominate veela you would have also been able to pick up on my scent. The scent is unique to the submissive; it's another way of attracting our mates. With this scent a dominate is able to rate potential mates allures, to help decide if the submissive is worth pursuing." The female veela reached into her sleeve, pulling out a good sized book. The title read 'The Veela Guide: Coming of Age.' in gold calligraphy lettering, Harry reluctantly took the offered book.


He quickly placed it down on the table in front of him; his resolve to find out more about his inheritance quickly dissolving.


Dumbledore noticed this and patted Harry's hand gentle. "This is quite a lot to take in; there is no need to read it all at once.."


"Yeah…" Harry smiled at the Headmaster.


"Mr. Potter, with your power level, appearance, personality and forgive my bluntness but I'm I right in guessing you are still a virgin?" Harry blushing scarlet red, answered her question. "You will attract quite a few dominate to your location. It's a miracle that none have come as of yet."


Harry's face quickly drained of the blush, leaving him now looking sickly pale at the thought of having to deal with a dominate.


The submissive reached into her sleeve once again, this time pulling out something completely wrapped in cloth. She laid it on the table between herself and Harry, she unwrapped the package to reveal four sets of gold braces with carvings of lions etched into each.


"These are your family's charms; they haven't been used for generations. The Veela society took custody of them after there was no longer any willing Potter's to pass them too; your father refused them, I believe due to his veela genes being sealed. Because the Veela determined the Potter veela line to have finally died out, they did no further investigation into your family; I'm ashamed to say that I didn't even know of your lineage until this recent turn of events, if I had we could have…" The women words trailed off.


Although he couldn't see her face Harry could hear the remorse in her voice. Once again his mind tried to remember where he had heard this voice before. Even the pale slender hands that rested atop his family's charms seemed slightly familiar.


"What has happened cannot be changed; we must look to the future." Dumbledore smiled at the cloaked woman.


She nodded, removing her hands from the charms she picked up the largest of the four. "There were originally five to this set; the fifth was lost many years ago when they were moved to the Veela Society Headquarters. This one goes on your neck." She lend forward to as the charm started to glow gold, the next moment it dissolved in a swirl of gold light reappearing snuggly around Harry's neck.


Harry gasped reaching up to his neck letting his fingers tracing the outline of the lion on the left, the charm was tight and it reminded Harry of a collar. He had only a moment to think about his new accessory before the other three braces started to glow bright gold. The next second they flew at him, exploding into swirls of gold light; centimeters from his face, as the first had done.


"I'm impressed, even after all those years their still able to recognize the Potter genetic signature." The cloaked woman commented.


As Harry pulled his hand way from his neck, his eyes caught the glimmer of gold at his wrist. He brought them up to his face examining the two charms; these reminded him of the gantlets an Amazon super hero he had once seen on television wearing . He suppressed the urge to smirk at the ridicules thought of himself deflecting objects with his, like she had done. He lowered his arms, counting three of the four charms.


Harry was about to ask the female submissive were the other charm had gone when the soft clanking of something hitting wooden leg of his chair when he shifted his left leg stopped him. He pushed the chair back, lifting his pant leg to discover the fourth and final charm of the incomplete set.

The charm around his ankle was similar to the ones around his wrist; the only exception was it was considerable thinner. It was a lot like the ankle bracelets he saw the girls at Hogwarts wearing, only his was fitted snuggle. He frowned at the charm, the twins would never let him live this down, he could already hear the jokes.

"These will cloak your scent and allure, to an extent. A dominate within a close proximity will still be able to measure your allure, but will not succumb to his instinct to claim you." The female submissive stood. "Your charms will help, but you can do more to prevent attracting dominates until you choose to reveal yourself to the wizarding world. The book; which I understand your reluctance to read, will help you immensely." She walked around the table as Dumbledore stood.


Dumbledore smiled down at Harry; his blue eyes sparkling in overdrive, he patted the boy on the head. "Pomfrey; along with Professor Snape, will be on their way shortly to see you.." Dumbledore turned to the cloaked woman who had made her way to the door way; ignoring the sour look from Harry at the mention of Severus' name. He quickly decided it was best not to mention who would be tagging along with Severus, it was better to let these things work themselves out. "We'll be off then; there is a lot to do still. Please do send my greeting to Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley."


Even though he didn't want the headmaster to leave so soon after their reunion Harry nodded; smiling. "Thank you, sir." He looked to the other submissive veela, giving her soft smile, he patted the book on the table. "And thank you ma' am."


The submissive nodded in response and with that they exited the kitchen, leaving Harry starring wearingly at the book under his hand.


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Miles away at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the sun filtered in through the light blue stained glass windows of the infirmary.


Poppy Pomfrey sipped peacefully on her warm lemon tea, satisfied that she had everything she need for her visit with Harry. She listened to the soft chirping of the birds' just outside the window to her right as the wind blew softly, basking in the tranquility of the morning.


It was mornings like this that she was able to collect her thoughts and feel balance once again. She sighed contently, taking another sip.


"This is crazy! You can't just show up, because you feel like it!" A familiar, normally monotone voice pierced through the silence.


Poppy sighed, putting her tea aside as the doors were; as usual, slammed open. She stood unfazed by her tea cup toppling off her desk and shattering into a thousand pieces on the floor. Nor did the smirking Malfoy with his godfather chasing after him disturber her, while she securely strapped her medical bag firmly at her side.


"It was your idea, Sev." Draco replied not stopping until he was standing next to the med-witch.


"Yes, but I never suggested you should jump head first into this. Besides you're not doing this to find out if he's your mate, you're doing this to torment him." Severus said, nodding to acknowledge Pomfrey who nodded back.


"So?" Was Draco only response; the blond studied his nails, looking bored with the whole conversation.


Severus sighed in frustration, he should have kept his mouth shut and spoke with Albus before he said anything to his godson. "So, I'm not going to play referee between you two!"


"Then don't, I'm not a child Sev, I don't need a babysitter." Draco followed Pomfrey who was exiting into the next room.


Severus chased after, getting in the next room in time see his godson and fellow colleague being consumed by the green flames of the floo network. His left eyebrow twitched in irritation, he grabbed a hand full of floo powder and stomped into the fireplace.


When the flames receded he was back in the family room of Black Manor, his eyes scanned the room for his companions. He caught a glimpse of platinum blond hair exiting the room through the slightly a jarred door. Severus would have called out to his young charge, if he hadn't heard snoring coming from the floor across the room.


Severus starred at the group of three sleeping unaware of the comings and goings of the guest over the last two hours. He was tempted to put this memory into his pensive, as Black tucked his head further up Lupin's shirt causing the werewolf to purr softly. It would be perfect leverage in the future against the mangy mutt.


He made his way out the door and down the hall, following the smells of breakfast; that had greeted him when he arrived in fireplace of the manor. The smells of cinnamon drifted to his nose, causing him too unconsciously lick his lips.


"What's he doing here!" A familiar very pissed off voice asked, pulling him from his salivating.


Severus sped forward, making a sharp turn into the kitchen.

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