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Harry Potter and the Royal Veela

By: SevenSword
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 30
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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.
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Chapter 2- The Portrait in Black Manor

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 amazing beta Kat Seay!!!! ^_^ 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 LostSoul and the new chapters will be posted under this name along with my other stories. Thanks and enjoy.***

Chapter 2-The Portrait in Black Manor

Black Manor, 10:30 in the morning.

“It’s the same room!” Ginny whined, giving Hermione an ‘I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea’ look.

Ron threw himself back onto the large purple sofa near him, regretting his idea to skip breakfast that morning. “She’s right, ‘Mione.” Ron looked at the brunette witch who, for the twelfth time, started to study the small room.

“Thanks for stating the obvious guys. It has to be a relocation spell; no matter where we intend to end up we’re always brought back here.” Hermione sat down defeated, her hazel eyes scanning the room one last time.

“Wait a minute!” The girl stood and quickly made her way to the other corner of the room, nearly knocking Ginny to the floor in her hast. “This wasn’t here before, I’m sure of it.”

Ron looked over to see what Hermione was talking about. On the wall in front of the girl hung a semi-large painting completely covered by an old rag.

“Your right, I don’t remember seeing that here last time. I wonder why it’s covered like that.” Ron stood and walked over to where his friend and sister stood.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Ginny looked at the others, waiting for them to do what she was thinking.

When no one seemed to be making a move anytime soon, Hermione stepped forward. “This is stupid, I’ll do it.” She grabbed hold of the rag and pulled firmly causing it to fall away easily.

All three teens stood frozen in shock; there, in the painting starring lazily out at the sunset, was no other than Harry Potter.

“Harry?” Ron spoke so softly it could barely be heard in the small room. His eyes became as wide as saucer when the boy in the painting turned and greeted him with a warm smile.

“Are you Ronald Weasley? Harry’s told me so much about you.” The boy pulled away from his window to study the red head better.

As the boy came closer Hermione noticed he looked much too young to be the Harry that left them at the end of their sixth year; this boy looked only to be a first year if not younger.

“You must be ‘Mione.” Hermione looked up to see the young Harry studying her.

“That’s right.” She answered smiling at his excitement.

The boy’s eyes traveled to the female red head standing next to her brother. “You must be another Weasley. I’m sorry, but I can’t remember Harry telling me anything about you.”

Ginny opened her mouth to voice just how offended she was, but was quickly cut off by Ron. “You’re able to travel to all the pictures in this manor, right, Harry? So you must know about everything that’s going on.”

Hermione looked surprised at Ron, for someone who was known to be a bit scatter brained he was becoming extremely clever lately.

The Harry in the portrait looked sadly at the red headed boy. “No. Not anymore that is, you see a little more than five months ago Lupin bond me to my portrait and moved me out of the family room. I used to be right next to Harry’s room and when I asked him why he was doing all this; he didn’t answer me. I miss talking to Harry so much.” The Harry in the portrait lowered his eyes and walked back to his seat next to the window.

Ron slammed his fist into the wall next to the portrait and sank to the floor growling in frustration. “Damn him! Damn them both! Their hiding something and I know it has to do with Harry!”

Hermione looked thoughtfully at the portrait of one of her best friends, her brown eyes widened as a brilliant thought popped into her mind. The brunette girl started pacing the room, quietly mumbling to herself as every detail of her plan fell perfectly into place. That is, until she remembered one very blonde and arrogant detail.

Ron and Ginny had been watching this whole scene of Hermione’s in silence. Ron had quickly perked up and his sister looked uncertain of how to take this new turn of events.

“’Mione have I ever told you how amazingly brilliant you are. So, tell me, how do we solve this problem.” The red head stood up and walked over to Hermione who had stopped pacing and was looking at him, unsure of how to answer the question.

“Well, first off, would you do anything it took to find out what Lupin and Sirius are hiding?” Ron nodded at the girl, determination obvious in his blue eyes. “Good. I think I know a way we can get through the relocation spell and into the left half of the manor.”

At this the red head lit up a little, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Now, Ronald, don’t get too excited yet. In order to get pass the spell we’ll need one of the two skeleton grim keys. You see, a very powerful witch, Gena Medinan, created only two of these keys before she died and no wizard since has been able to duplicate the skeleton grims. One key was destroyed shortly after Medinan passed, when ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’s followers raided her home. By the time the Ministry arrived they found the destroyed skeleton grim, but were unable to locate the other.” Hermione took a deep breath and sat down on a chair near her, not looking forward to what she had to say next.

“But you know where the key is don’t you ‘Mione? So tell me already.” Ron said, walking closer to the brunette.

“Yes, Ron, I know where the key is, well not exactly ‘where’ it is, but I know who it’s with.” She stopped again contemplating how best to explain it.

“Come on, Hermione, just spit it out already.” Ginny snapped, she couldn’t understand how her brother and Harry put up with the brunette sometimes.

Hermione was slightly startled by the other girl’s outburst and reluctantly said what had to be said. “The only functional skeleton grim key is in the possession of one Draco Malfoy.”

The brunette girl watched as the smile quickly disappeared from her friend’s face. Even after it had been proven that the Malfoys had not be in total control while Voldemort was alive, Ron still harbored a deep distrust and hatred towards them.

Hermione understood completely; Draco had been the one who gave the Death Eaters the opportunity they needed to kill Dumbledore. Even if he hadn’t been the one to attack the Headmaster, he was still involved. And the fact that Dumbledore hadn’t really been dead and resurfaced when he was most needed didn’t change her opinion of that event.

She had been completely confused and upset when she got a letter from Harry saying that he and the other members of the Order of the Phoenix had gone on a mission to save Malfoy. She never got the chance to question him about the matter since that was the last letter she received from Harry.

Hermione put a reassuring hand on Ron’s shoulder. “I know, Ron, I don’t like or trust him either, but if we’re going to get into the other side of the manor we need the key.”

Ron stood up his face covered in the shadows of his hair. “I would do anything to find Harry, even if it means I have to lower myself to asking a Malfoy for help. So let’s just hurry up and get this over with.”

Hermione gave the red head a proud smile and headed out of the only door in the room, which took them back out to the street where they could Apparate.

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