Very Nearly Veela

Chapter Seven – Severus Gets Serious

Tiredness itched at his eyes, in the persistent manner, which sleep does, in taking away any coherent thought and reasoning, before hitting the target over the head with a sandbag of sleep, and then eventually leaving them in silent droves, until the victim wakes up, lost, discombobulated, and unable to at first remember what the hell they had been doing before falling asleep.

Unfortunately for sleep, it had not won, quite yet, for Severus Snape was a formidable enemy, and the moment his nose had touched the page of which he had been reading, he jerked awake, before quickly looking around, in the manner of a guilty convict.

Something was off, the way those Veela acted, it seemed they were in a rush to get things done, and the twisting feeling in his stomach was persistent in telling him that something wasn’t quite right. Why he was worrying about Hermione, and not focusing on the whole idea of her transforming as purely an educational reason disturbed him on such a level that he couldn’t just pin it to foolish teacher sentimentality.

Words on the page seemed to loop together, as he reread over them, he felt as if he was missing something, that the author had purposely left out something.

Staring at the page, he noticed a footnote, and when he went to read it, it just referenced him to some obscure Dark Arts book, that had been out of print for two hundred years.

The Facts and Mythes Concerning Dark Creatures and their Dark Arts

He skimmed over the title, frowning. Why would Veela be in a Dark Arts book? Something didn’t seem to quite add up. He could understand if it was a Dark Art potions text, but not one talking about them.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat back in his chair, the name seemed familiar, he had seen that book somewhere, but he couldn’t quite place it. He knew he had seen it somewhere, a while ago, for he remembered noting the dark green dragon skin cover of the book, and pondering on the age of it since using dragon skin for book covers had been long banned.

"Think Severus think," he muttered to himself. Now where would he have come across that book? Flourish and Blotts was defiantly out of the question, and it was defiantly during his perusal of Hogwarts.

The comfortable position which he found himself in to think, sent him into a daydream, not quite asleep yet, but asleep enough for the mind to unlock what had hitherto been a vague memory that had been relegated to “not personally beneficial”.

Cold grey eyes looked at him sharply, a mouth sneering, “Interested Severus? I could lend you the book by all means, if only you lend me the Alica Libri of Morgana.”

Snapping his eyes open, Snape sat up, the memory returning. It had been before a revel, that he was at Lucius’ house, [if you could call that cold mansion a house], having a drink with Lucius. The book had caught his eye, and Lucius during that time had been intent on gaining Alica Libra of Morgana, for one of the spells rumored to be in there, which caused the enemy to slowly die by the slow clogging of the air passages, until only enough air was in the body to keep it from, entirely dying. The caster could then decide to resuscitate the victim or let them stay like that barely alive until the rest of the body began to decompose and eventually killing the victim. There was no way in the nine hells that Severus would ever let Lucius have the perusal of such a book, and he had forever regretted the day he had let slip that he knew the whereabouts of it.


But now, the situation was different. He needed the book; the feeling in his gut told him that it was imperative that he get his hands on

The Facts and Mythes Concerning Dark Creatures and their Dark Arts, before something happened.

Rubbing his chin, he pondered the situation for a moment; Lucius was never really willing to lend any of his belongings, without something of equal value being lent in return.

Standing up and stretching, his glance fell upon an old letter from Hogwarts, and a sly smile slowly spread across his features.

Lucius may not lend it, but there was someone in the house that would.

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“Severus? Why are you calling me at this hour?” Narcissa's voice was a hushed whisper, and he could see the worry in her eyes.

Shortly after the revels had begun he had given Narcissa a two way mirror, for when Lucius “got out of hand” which had began happening in a more frequent manner. Although after the revels Lucius had calmed down in his attention to his wife, and to the other ladies, Narcissa had gotten into the habit of always carrying the mirror with her incase something happened.

Although Snape knew that he would never have the foolish sentiment of love, he had a certain fondness for the woman who had been able to stand up and survive against Lucius.

“I have a favour to ask of you,” Severus replied.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow? When Lucius is, out?” she looked over her shoulder, the mirror turning so that he could see that she was talking to him in the bathroom.

“No, this is of most importance. I need to borrow a book.”

Her eyes widened, but she quickly recovered,” You need a book? Which one?”

“The Facts and Mythes Concerning Dark Creatures and their Dark Arts,” he said calmly.

Her face looked thoughtful for a moment, “This would be tough getting it to you, but I know Lucius hasn’t been to the library for a while.” she paused, and Severus let her think it out for abit, before she grinned. “I’ll floo it to you.”

Severus gave a nod, much appreciating the simpleness of her plan, which would give him the most direct access in obtaining the book.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” the mirror went black, and Severus looked at it a moment more before pocketing it.

He left the study, and went to his kitchen, looking at the clock. It had been over a day since he had last slept, and it was a little after midnight when he had called upon Narcissa, but he knew she would be awake. She usually did her things during the night, when Lucius was sleeping. It hadn’t always been like that, but after Voldemort had come into his full power… Severus shook his head; it wasn’t time to think about that.

His fireplace suddenly burst into green flames, and Narcissa stepped through carrying the book.

A worried expression was on her face.

“Please return it as soon as possible Severus.”

“I understand.”

Severus gently took the book, and after ascertaining that it was the correct one, he looked up at Narcissa.

”I would talk, but I really need to finish this.”

Giving a small nod, she turned back to the fireplace, before flooing home.

Impatient, Severus hurried back to his study, and looked at the book, before checking to make sure there was nothing nasty hidden inside of it.

Clearing the space around it, he cast a protective spell around the area, and himself, and then gently he opened the book. He would take no chances with a book as old, and as potentially dangerous as this.

The first page just contained the title and the author’s name, which was nothing serious. Skimming down the Table of Contents, Severus found the part on Veela. Carefully he flipped to the page, to be confronted with a picture of a Veela carrying a bow, and shooting an unsuspecting male. It wasn’t a pleasant site, as the scene in the picture repeated itself over and over. Especially since it started with the Veela seducing the male, and a rather realistic rendition of the intercourse, before the Veela left the males side and shot him.

Lip curling, he turned to the text, briefly skimming the parts that he already knew until he came across the passage, “It seems Veela are on the edge of extinction, due to them not being naturally born. Other than the one case where a Veela was raped and impregnated, it is commonly believed that the female Veela are sterile.”

Severus felt himself being drawn back to the picture, where the two were having rather mad sex, just because he hadn’t had sex for a while, [ make that more than a few years], didn’t mean he had to be subjected to some type of porn show.

“Do you mind?” he snarled that the copulating couple, and after glaring them down, they sulkily sat apart from each other, although every now and then he would catch the Veela shooting the human male coquettish looks, and the male beginning to inch towards the Veela, but a glare from him stopped them.

It was sad when some ancient drawings in a book older than he was, was having a more interesting sex life than he was.

Rubbing his brow, he returned to the text, and the actions of the Veela seemed to gnaw at him more, what was the amount of time they needed for Hermione to learn to become a Veela? Nine months?

He read on, his eyes narrowing at his new piece of knowledge.

“Although it is rare, it has been known that a human could be caught in the crossfire of two sparring Veela, and then turned part Veela themselves. Although they may take on the appearance of full Veela at first beginning, they retain most of their human characteristics, and only a small part of them would be Veela. They are able to go about their lives as normal, after the first initial transformation has worn off.”

A kind of buzzing sound seemed to be ringing in his ears, as he continued to read.

“While Veela are usually sterile there are a few cases where one of those who have been turned part Veela, are considered to be entirely Veela, although this is an outright fallacy, people who claim to have Veela blood in their lineage deny that their Veela ancestor was anything but a pure Veela, when in fact they were an unfortunate person caught between the crossfire.”

The pieces slowly began to click into place, the Veela were becoming extinct, but those caught in the cross fire, and became part Veela had better chances of breeding. So then Hermione, Severus closed his eyes, remembering how the two Veela had conversed amongst themselves, how although they seemed to be keeping calm, there had been a strange excitement to their actions, he had put it down at the time, to the excitement for a new Veela to talk to, but now, now he wondered.

He continued to read.

“Although the land of the Veela was large, due to human encroachment, their territory is diminishing, and it could be said that in the next few centuries their havens would have become extinct. The Veela term for their haven is Veeleria. The locations for these havens would not do a human any good, since only a Veela would be able to see or come upon the territory.”

Giving a strangled growl, Snape stood up. He paced the room, he had practically handed her to the Veela, but who would suspect that the string of slutty little nymphs could be capable of such lies?

He should have known. Groaning, he sat back down.

Suddenly an alarm in his study informed him that someone was flooing him, greatly annoyed that anyone could be flooing him at this hour – he looked at his clock, five in the morning, - he decided that no matter who it was, he was going to not bother with any politeness.

Draco’s petulant face looked out at him, causing the anger to bubble some more.

“What is it Draco?” he growled.

“Snape, I’m coming over, and whatever you do, don’t let any Aurors from the Ministry in.”

Draco’s head popped out of the fire, and then a moment later, all of Draco was in his kitchen.

Ignoring his godfather’s apparent bad mood, Draco made himself at home, pouring himself a cup of tea, and opening the previous day’s newspaper.

After Draco’s first sip of tea, Snape could not bear it any longer, and he was surprised he had bore with it for that long. The shock of Draco’s insolence, had seemed to render him of his faculties for the moment, and Severus blamed it on his lack of sleep.

“Tell me why the hell you are here, and then get the hell out,” Severus growled.

Draco slowly folded the newspaper, took a sip of tea, then looked up at his godfather. “No. I will tell you why I am here, but I’m not leaving.”

Giving a snort, Severus poured himself a cup of tea, and then sat down across from Draco.

“Then spill.”

Giving Snape an amused glance, Draco, slowly swirled the contents of his cup, before beginning. “Well the other night, I got caught by the Weasely boy, groping it around with Ginny.”

Severus raised an eyebrow, but stuck with the simple question.

“Which Weasely boy?”

A mutinous look crossed Draco’s face.

“Ron.”

“Ah so let me guess, he tried to hex you and you came running here to hide out?”

“Yeah, that about covers it.”

Snape snorted, “I have no time for you, but by all means make yourself at home, you know the rules, and you know that if you break them I would know the moment you do.”

Draining his cup, Severus stood up, “I’m going to go to sle-“

A loud banging against his front door stopped him midsentence.

“Now I wonder who that could be? I seem to have become popular overnight,” Snape silkily said, before going towards his front door.

He peered through the spy hole to see a vibrant mass of orange hair, and a scowling freckly face.

Opening the door, Ronald Weasely stood there.

“Snape, are you hiding that scum maggot brained Draco?” came the demand.

Giving Ron a quirk of a brow, he turned towards the kitchen.

“Draco, someone’s here to see you.”

An audible curse, and Ron seemed to streak towards Draco, who had unwisely peered out of the kitchen to swear more intensely at his godfather.

“Draco! You’re dead!” Ron screamed before his body was full impact upon Draco’s.

A loud bang from both wands, erupted, Rons cheek bearing cuts dripping blood, while Draco, had been just missed by the spell that had hit the carpet.

Feeling concern for his home, Snape quickly pocketed the two wands himself, and found some amusement on how the two didn’t even notice their wands had gone, as they began to roll around the hallway, punching and scratching like some type of muggle sport.

Then something completely unexpected happened, a drop of blood feel from Rons cut, into a freshly bleeding scratch upon Draco’s face, and a wave of ancient magic encased them.

The two struggling bodies lifted, and the magic swirled around them, before gently placing them back on the ground.

Both boys eyes were wide as they stared at each other and then unquestioningly turned to stare at Snape.

A surprised look of amusement was on his face, as he gently murmured, “Surprise boys, you are now Blood Bonded.”

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AN: I figured since Ms Figg said this story is mine, I would take her at her word, and throw in rather a twist. I decided to let Severus glean some of the situation, but also have trouble in “saving” Hermione as well, well that is if the next author even wants Severus to go save her. For all I know, they could put Severus’ attention at tormenting the newly bonded couple. :] I hope it all makes some type of sense, but I’m sure if something isn’t quite right the Guardian Angel with Editing Powers will swoop in and fix it. I decided to toss in the part about family lineage Veela’s because I had to think about Fleur and make it all work out and make sense. Somehow. xP