Teddy Bear

~*^I\'m back! Yay!^*~

Two weeks later, Harry was moved into the expanded rooms of
Drco and Lucius Malfoy. They had just finished their first day
of training in which Harry was still learning how to control the
pheromones that he gave off that made people instantly lust
for him. Harry collapsed, tiredly, into one of the arm chairs
in front of the fire. Draco stretched out on the couch next to
him, equally as tired. Draco was still being trained as well,
but he was much farther along than Harry was.

\"When I was your age, I didn\'t tire nearly as fast as the
two of you did.\" Lucius sounded amused. Harry had just
enough energy to summon up a glare that could rival that
of Severus Snape\'s old ones, but Draco was already fast
asleep, snoring softly.


\"Bull shit.\" Harry growled.


Suddenly, Dumbledore\'s head appeared in the fire place,
looking a little worried. Lucius quickly moved to the fire
place, looking concerned.

\"Is something wrong, Albus?\" Lucius asked. Dumbledore
nodded

\"Yes, it seems that Severus is incapable of sleeping,
and when we forced some sleeping potions and dreamless
sleep potions down his throat, while he slept, he cried
out for \'Teddy\'. Have you had any success in breaking
the password to his rooms yet?\" Dumbledore asked.
Harry\'s ears perked up. Something was wrong with
Severus? Why hadn\'t he heard anything about this before?

\"No, I haven\'t. It would seem that he has chosen a
password that not even the dark lord could have broken.\"
Lucius explained. His tone gave away the fact that he
was scowling.


\"Well, please continue working on it. I want to find out
who \'Teddy\' is and why he did what he did.\" Albus said
softly, noticing Draco sleeping on the worn green couch
and Harry in the beginnings of sleep, fighting to
stay awake in order to find out what was going
on with Severus.

\"Of course Albus. I\'m going to put Draco and
Harry to bed now.\" Lucius informed Albus,
having noticed where his gaze was directed at.

\"Of course. And get some rest as well, Lucius.
You look no better than the boys.\" Albus directed,
thus cutting off the connection. Lucius
straightened up, and turned to see Harry looking
rather worried.


\"Is Sev alright?\" He yawned, his words slightly
slurred together. Lucius looked concerned for
a moment.


\"I\'m not sure. The \'Teddy\' that Albus mentioned
could be his mate, but he hasn\'t reached his
inheritance yet, so he can\'t need his mate
yet, unless he soul bonded with the individual
before he did what he did, and he feels the
tug for his mate, but he never told me that
he had found his mate, but then again, he
never informed me about spying for Albus, so
perhaps he kept this information to himself.\"
Lucius rambled. He shook out of his ramblings
and turned to Harry, to find him fast asleep.
He smiled, and with a wave of his wand, he
sent Harry to his own room and Draco to his,
before he himself set off for his own room to
take a much needed nap.


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Harry woke up, his aching muscles protesting
the moving that he was doing. Finally, with a
\"omph\", Harry fell back into the bed, and just
closed his eyes, visualizing the bedroom
around him.

It wasn\'t painted red and gold like most would
suspect, but rather black and green. His walls
weren\'t decorated with quidditch posters, but
rather nothing at all, except for some very
soothing pictures of nature. His carpets was a
thick, soft, squishy black carpet that was just
as soft as a puppy. His furniture was a deep,
emerald green. His bed spread was black with
a green chinese dragon on it.


Harry finally forced himself out of the bed and
stumbled across the room to his personal
bathroom and closed the door.

Lucius said that it would be easier if everyone
had their own personal bathrooms because
it could cause less argument, it would lessen
the chance of an embarrassing situation to
take place, and it offered more privacy. Harry
and Draco hadn\'t argued.

The bathroom was decorated just like his room,
except that the walls were painted emerald
green, the tiling was all black, the sinks were
made of obsidian, the counter tops were green,
and the towels were all black.

Harry stripped and adjusted the water of the
shower until it was scalding hot, before he
climbed in.

He hissed in pain as the water rained down
onto his sore muscles. He still didn\'t
understand how trying to control his
pheromones was causing his muscles to
ache like they did right now. He waited
until he became accustomed to the pain that
he was experiencing.

He washed his body with an oil that helped
his muscles to relax and by the time he
climbed out of the shower, all the pain
would be a mere memory. It also made him
smell like lillies and strawberries. It sounded
womanly, but strangely enough, Draco said
that it suited him.

He washed his hair, which now hung a little
past his ass. Because of his training and his
veela blood, his appearance had altered quite
a bit.

His hair was a little past his bottom, and
because of the sheer weight of it, it hung straight
and complied rather easily with Harryy\'s wishes,
except for when he cut his hair and it was
back before the sun went down. His green
eyes were a shade darker and had a tinge of
blue on the inside, surroundin his pupils. He
had shot up three inches and now stood at five
foot eight inches. And now, Harry had black
bat-like wings. He had them folded neatly on
his back. His face now looked more like his
mother\'s, rather than his father\'s. It had
nothing to do with the veela blood, but it
made him appear more delicate, it made the
fact more prominent. Harry didn\'t look that
bad at all.

When Harry was done, he climbed out of
the shower and wrapped a black towel around
himself. He went back into his room and
chose a pair of baggy black pants that had
never been touched by Dudly before. Lucius
upon seeing Harry\'s old wardrobe had decided
that Harry needed brand new clothes.

At first, Harry had tried clothes that fit him,
but he had found himself uncomfortable in
the clothes, not used to the restricted
movement that the clothes allowed. He had
enlarged his clothes a couple of sizes so
that they weren\'t too large, but they were a
bit more comfortable for him.

Harry had also struggled for the first week
with putting on his shirts, but Draco showed
him a trick with putting slits in the back of
his shirts in such a way that all Harry had to
do was slide his wings in through carefully.
He could only wear button up shirts, but that
was alright with him. As long as he could
wear a shirt down here in the dungeons.

Harry left the room and looked around
before he concluded that Lucius and
Draco were asleep. He decided that he
wanted to go for a walk. None of the
students were back. They wouldn\'t be back
for another week. Lucius said that the
rest of his training could wait, just so
long as they got his pheromones
under control so he could attend his
classes with his fellow students.


Harry walked along the corridor, and
suddenly stopped when a certain
cent assaulted his nose. He followed
his nose, remembering how Lucius
and Draco had said that it was the
scent of his mate. He was led to a
certain painted that had a coiled up
snake on it. Harry frowned, knowing
that the scent was coming from this
portrait. His mate\'s quarters must be
on the other side, but who could his
mate be?



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