Mums The Word

Harry was half way through a pile of books on magical creatures before he finally was able to find something on the illusive Veela; it was in a book called ‘Magical Creatures of the Black Forest’

Well good place to start! Thought Harry as he forced himself to read without being distracted.

The Veela

Veela are a most curious creature, common to northern Europe and the Baltic’s. They are often fair in complexion and most have gold or silver eyes, other than these slight differences it would be difficult to discern a Veela from any Witch or Wizard.

Like most magical creatures require a mate or they will become ill and eventually die.

Veelas find their mate through scent and use what is called ‘Veela allure’ to protect themselves from harm.

when a Veela finds their mate the dominant Veela must prove that they are worthy to mate the submissive, this often results in a fight or skirmish called a ‘Display’ that ends when the dominant proves his mastery over the submissive, and show that they are strong enough to protect their mate.

The Dominant Veela will then mark the submissive to show any other potential mates that the submissive has been claimed, this usually takes the form of a bite in a visible are on the skin, and this wound will never heal.

If one or more dominants wish to claim the same submissive they will usually fight for the right, the stronger of the two being victorious in his pursuit.

It is believed that male Submissive Veela have a womb and a single ovary and are able to carry a child and give birth, but this fact has never been proven as Veela are very rare and often never leave their small groups or nesting sites in the forest.

Veelas also have the ability to fly and often ‘find’ their wings at the ages of between 16 and 17 years or when they enter their first heat if they are submissive.

Veelas also have long sharp canine teeth and fingernails, used to hunt and catch small mammals as Veela are entirely carnivorous.

Dominant Veela also produce powerful venom which is contained in a bite from the Veela.

Once a Veela has mated and/or birthed/sired a child they are fiercely protective of their mates and children regardless of their dominance or subservience and if they were to kill in this state they would not be punishable by law.

The ministry of Magic has several restrictions on the breeding and containment of Veelas sold on an open market……

“God, I would hate to be a Veela or a werewolf for that matter” moaned Harry. “Poor Remus”

Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room for the first time in six weeks. Ron and Hermione were sitting arguing heatedly about whether or not Neville loved lavender both were completely oblivious to Harry watching them closely.

Hermione turned and saw Harry smirking lopsidedly while leaning against the doorway with his arms folded, he suddenly realised he was acting like his mother and abruptly changed his stance.

“Jeez I guess some things are genetic!” Thought Harry

“HARRY!” cried Hermione and ran to hug him.

“How was your training? It must have been really important you didn’t even attend lessons and you sat away from us at dinner today” Hermione shrieked once again

“Wow Harry!” said Ron “What’s with the hair? You going all Malfoy on us? Please don’t turn into a complete Prick like that Evil Death Eater bast….OUCH!”

Harry had scratched Ron across the face.

“NEVER EVER INSULT MY MOTHER AGAIN!” screamed Harry before realising what he had just said.

“Harry? Ron didn’t insult your mother, he was talking about Malfoy” said Hermione

“Oh …erm… sorry this training has scrambled my brain… I misheard you…sorry Ron” Harry prayed that they would drop the subject.

“S...okay Harry” Said Ron holding his cheek in shock, 3 angry red lines stood out in sharp relief against his pail skin.

Harry looked at his hands “when did my nails get so damn long? And what kind of guy scratches? I must be going soft”

Ron coughed rousing Harry from his musings.

“So what did you do to your hair?” asked Hermione changing the subject but keeping a suspicious eye on Harry.

“Oh it was just a spell that went wrong.” Said Harry

Harry made the excuse that he was going for a bath when really he was going to say goodnight to his mother. Once in the dungeons Harry spoke the password to Draco’s private rooms and entered, His mother was staring into the fire, tears running down his face a letter clutched in his hand.

“Mum?”

Draco turned and rose, going over to hug the slightly smaller Harry and kiss him on the forehead.

“Just wanted to say goodnight…wait what’s wrong?”

“Oh Harry it’s a letter from my father, he will be coming to Hogwarts at Christmas to ‘claim custody of his grandson’ I know he is going to hand you straight to Voldemort, but I wont let that Happen to you son, I’d rather them kill me, if it meant you would go free” sobbed Draco

“Its Okay, whatever happens we are family now, and you are the only family I’ve got, we will get through this together, This was obviously Lucius plan from the start, no one can deny that I am now his grandson, and the ministry will see it the same way” said Harry holding Draco’s hands in his own.

“But Harry, we can tell them it was his plan… that the potion was made to order” cried Draco.

“No, we can’t they have death eater’s all over the ministry, even your father” said Harry

“I can’t lose you!” cried Draco, wiping his eyes on the sleeves of his robes.

“Rest Mother, we will discuss this tomorrow when we are more alert, Goodnight Mother”

“Goodnight….son” said Draco hugging Harry tightly.

Harry left Draco’s quarters, but was stopped when Draco grabbed him and turned him around.

“You know Harry, I really do love you, and I would never betray you, not now”

“I know mum. Night” said Harry as he kissed Draco’s cheek

And with that he left for bed.

Little did they know that Hermione Granger was hiding round the corner listening to everything.

The cogs in her brain began ticking:

Why did Harry just call Draco mum? Is he possessed by Lily Evans?...no

Wait a minute! I haven’t seen hide nor hair of Draco’s baby; this must have something to do with what happened in the great hall a few months ago! Hmmm…let me think:

Harry disappears near Draco Malfoy

Draco’s rushed to the hospital wing and we are all told to be gentle with him.

Draco goes into labour in the Quiddich hut a month later

Harry comes back from ‘training’.

Harry calls Draco Mum and Has a Malfoy blonde/silver streak in his hair

Oh...it...can’t be...can it? Draco Malfoy is somehow Harry’s biological mother!

I have to find out, I know! I will make bloodlines potion… all I need is a drop of Harry's blood.

Two days later Hermione had just finished drying the parchment that contained the bloodlines potion and now all she needed was a drop of Harry’s blood, she cornered him in the Gryffindor common room.

“Harry just hold this a sec...Thanks” she said as she passed Harry the parchment under the false pretence of needing to tie her shoelaces.

“Ouch Hermione! It has a pin stuck in it” yelped Harry

“Oh sorry Harry…Oh dear! You got blood on my parchment!” cried Hermione as she stormed off while secretly smiling.

Hermione hid in the corridor and read the words that had formed in blood on the parchment.

Bloodlines of: Harry James Malfoy Potter. Designation: Veela/Wizard Hybrid

Grandparents

Paternal: John & Jane Potter: Wizard

Maternal: Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy: Veela

Parents

Paternal: James John Potter: Wizard

Maternal: Draco Aquila Malfoy: Veela

“Oh Merlin, I have to talk to Harry about this! I knew Draco was a Veela.”

Later after supper Hermione grabbed Harry and sat him in front of the fire in the deserted common room.

“Well!” said Harry angrily

“Do you have something to tell me Harry?”

“No” said Harry staring at his feet.

“Oh, for goodness sake! Draco is your mother isn’t he Harry?”

“What are you talking about? Have you gone mad Malfoy's not my mo...”

“Finite incantatum!” said Hermione and Harry’s eyes went mercury silver, his face becoming slightly sharper and more aristocratic.

“Merlin Harry! Why didn’t you tell us” she cried as Harry quickly replaced his glamour.

“What! so you could think I'm like my m...Malfoy! Well I don’t care; I’m still me I’m just half Malfoy now.” Said Harry as he looked anywhere but at Hermione

“Its okay Harry I understand and I won’t tell anyone, so what’s it like Having Malfoy as a Mum?” smiled Hermione

“Fine, I have nothing to compare him to he is the only mother I’ve ever had, he loves me dearly, and I love him as any son would love his mother” smiled Harry. “Promise you won’t tell Ron! He will kill me then, revive me then kill me again!

“Of course I won’t and I will back you up when your ready to tell him, Ahhhw” Hermione yawned “best we get some sleep Harry, we Have potions tomorrow and you have a Quiddich game against the Slyth….oh Sorry Harry”.

The next day Potions was a usual disaster, Snape put Draco and Harry together for his own amusement and when Harry burnt his hand on the hot metal of the cauldron, it took all Draco’s restraint against his Veela instincts not to hug Harry and kiss his hand better, instead he used a quick healing charm his mother had taught him.

“Thanks Malfoy! Still not a complete Death Eater’s son I see” Hissed Harry even though it was an act; for all intents and purposes he himself was a Death Eaters grandson!

“Least you still have your bones Scarhead” Draco spat trying to sound nasty, it wasn’t at all heart felt but it fooled the Slytherins and Gryffindors

If the could keep this up until the Christmas holidays they could at least meet in private, only Hermione and some of the staff knew what was going on.

3 weeks later

Harry tossed and turned in his sleep, he felt so hot; he threw the covers off himself and began to moan his body ached for something and he writhed on the bed sweating. He woke Ron with his cries and he rushed to his side but was suddenly stupefied by a shot from the doorway.

Draco had sensed his son’s first heat and came as fast as he could.

“Harry? Harry? Are you okay this may hurt, just relax son!” Draco had to cast a spell to see whether Harry was a dominant or submissive Veela, only then could he start to help him through his first transformation.

Draco pointed his wand at Harry’s chest and muttered the ancient Veela spell: SLAVANYA VEERAL!

A white light swirled above Harry, Draco new that if it turned green Harry was a Dominant if it turned gold he was a submissive, he knew it was a 50/50 chance because Lucius was a dominant.

“Oww, please mum, make it stop!” Harry cried as he writhed in pain.

Tears running down his cheeks, his body arching of the bed as his muscles spasmed violently.

Draco waited, watching Harry in pain was making his heart ache, and the light above Harry’s chest became a strong gold colour. He was a submissive.

Harry yelped as Draco levitated him to the bathroom and into a conjured bath of ice, Draco then pulled out a potion and gave it to Harry in order to lessen a submissive’s heat. Draco took the potion himself twice a year but he knew the first time was always the worst.

“What’s happening to me?” said Harry as he suddenly grimaced in agony. “My back…I...”

“Get out of the bath Harry! Quickly!” Draco pulled Harry out of the bath, just in time for the small crinkled dark green wings that burst from Harry’s back, splattering the walls with blood; Harry screamed and vomited half digested food and blood.

Draco brought out his own slightly larger silver wings out and pulled the naked shivering Harry to his chest, rapping his wings around both of them, Harry felt safe in the warm darkness of his mothers wings….wait…WINGS!

“What are you? Harry whimpered not moving away from Draco.

“I’m a submissive Veela Harry! This makes you one too! well half of one anyway.” Draco smiled gently and kissed Harry gently on his wet hair while wiping the blood and mucous off Harry’s wings with a towel as Harry sobbed and shivered into his chest.

“W…w...why d...didn’t you t...tell me? Cried Harry

“I kind of hoped it wouldn’t happen but you will be alright Harry... I will look after you always”

Draco sang a strange cooing song and Harry fell asleep wrapped in Draco’s wings.