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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
17,439
Reviews:
142
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Prologue - Unbelievable
A/N: Okay, so…I have most of this planned. Starting after the Prologue, this story’s chapters will mirror New Found Glory’s newest cd, Coming Home. Each chapter will be based on the song of the corresponding track number (Ch.1 = track 1, Ch. 8 = track 8, etc.). The chapters will also be named after their respective songs, so if you wish to follow along with the songs, you’ll have the name and the artist to do so.
The only other important things are that 1) I love Sirius too much to kill him, so he isn’t dead; 2) HBP sucked, so it didn’t happen; and 3) Ginny and Harry got together in the end of Harry’s 5th year in this, instead of in the end of Ginny’s 5th year. Keep all of that in mind as you read, please!
Hope you all enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed planning and writing it. Please rate and review! Also, if you review, please leave your e-mail addies as I alert to updates! ~ FA
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Draco smiled happily at his parents as he set to the side the last of his birthday presents and asked, in a not ungrateful manner. “Well, that’s the last one, then?”
“Actually…” Narcissa smiled weakly at her son. “There is one last gift you need to be given.” She shared a look with her husband and motioned to the clock. “After all, Lucius, there’s not much time left.”
The elder Malfoy nodded and reached behind the sofa, pulling out a relatively small box, no larger than a shoebox. “One of these, son, is given to each Malfoy child on their sixteenth birthday. If necessary, it will guide you through your life. If not, it will simply…well, it will simply be what it is.”
He handed the box to Draco, who took it with a frown. “Okay…” He took the lid off and gasped, for lying inside it was a small snake. It was grey, with circular, black-bordered, brown spots going up its back. There was also a pair of tear-drop shaped black spots at the base of its head. “It’s…a snake.” He said lamely.
“A Mountain Viper, to be precise, darling.” Narcissa said helpfully. “She’ll be your familiar. If necessary, of course.” She added quickly.
Draco rubbed his forehead wearily. “Mum, what are you on about?” He was swiftly developing a headache and the secretive and semi-nervous looks his parents were exchanging weren’t really helping his mood any. “Mum?”
Narcissa was normally a very calm woman and so it unnerved her son more than a little to see her pale, slim hands shaking slightly as she set down her tea. “You see, Draco, the Malfoy line has Veela blood some generations back and…”
“You’re lying!” Draco half-shrieked, what little color he had seeping out of his face in an instant. “Dad, tell me mum’s lying!”
Like any pureblood wizarding child, Draco Malfoy knew a good deal about creatures like dragons and unicorns and Veela, as well as all the other ones that had made it into Muggle folklore and fairytales. Veela were capable of breeding with humans, both magical and muggle alike. Once a Veela mated, they were bound for life to their mate. If their mate should die, the Veela will also die. Should the mate reject their Veela, the Veela will die. They are incredibly, dangerously protective of their mate and are also desirable to the point of pushing humans to near-incoherence when they unleash their “Charm”. Any child born of Veela blood will have magic, though their Veela genes are just as likely to be dormant as they are to be active. There is no in-between, either. A child with Veela blood will, on their sixteenth birthday, either come into their powers as a Veela or they won’t. None of this, of course, boded well for Draco.
“I’m sorry.” Lucius told his son. “It’s true. The genes are dormant in me, just as they were in my father and my uncles. However, several cousins of mine, as well as my grandfather, were all active Veela.”
Narcissa gave her son another weak smile. “Your great-great-great-grandmother was a Veela, Draco, and so you might be one as well. We shall simply have to wait and see, as all Malfoy parents have and will simply wait and see. If you are one, you will have a few moments and a few moments only to touch minds with your mate and discover what you can of them to aid in your search for them. Please take a moment to prepare yourself. Just in case.”
Draco opened his mouth to rail once again against his parents, his heritage, and – though he didn’t know it just then – his fate, but he never got the chance. The second hand (as in the one that ticks seconds away) of the clock moved to the twelve and it was 11:22AM exactly. For a split second Draco was in unbearable pain; then he felt nothing. He was apart from himself and yet more a part of himself than he’d ever been before. He felt a pull and went with it, seeing suddenly through new eyes. He gazed around a room and beheld a quill and some parchment on a desk beside an empty cage. There also appeared to be a rather great deal of junk. The last thing he saw before he was pulled, gently if swiftly, back into himself, was a rather large man and a rather slender woman, standing in the doorway to the odd room his mate seemed to occupy. The man was red in the face and waving a Hogwarts letter.
Draco opened his eyes with a gasp to see his parents’ anxious faces above him. His body was still wracked with pain and he barely managed to say the one word before he succumbed to the blackness trying to pull him down.
“Dumbledore.”
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A/N: Okay, so…what do you think so far? I like it! Hope you all enjoyed this so far and please remember to go the extra three inches to rate and review! Also, leave your e-mail addies as I alert to updates! ~ FA
The only other important things are that 1) I love Sirius too much to kill him, so he isn’t dead; 2) HBP sucked, so it didn’t happen; and 3) Ginny and Harry got together in the end of Harry’s 5th year in this, instead of in the end of Ginny’s 5th year. Keep all of that in mind as you read, please!
Hope you all enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed planning and writing it. Please rate and review! Also, if you review, please leave your e-mail addies as I alert to updates! ~ FA
~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco smiled happily at his parents as he set to the side the last of his birthday presents and asked, in a not ungrateful manner. “Well, that’s the last one, then?”
“Actually…” Narcissa smiled weakly at her son. “There is one last gift you need to be given.” She shared a look with her husband and motioned to the clock. “After all, Lucius, there’s not much time left.”
The elder Malfoy nodded and reached behind the sofa, pulling out a relatively small box, no larger than a shoebox. “One of these, son, is given to each Malfoy child on their sixteenth birthday. If necessary, it will guide you through your life. If not, it will simply…well, it will simply be what it is.”
He handed the box to Draco, who took it with a frown. “Okay…” He took the lid off and gasped, for lying inside it was a small snake. It was grey, with circular, black-bordered, brown spots going up its back. There was also a pair of tear-drop shaped black spots at the base of its head. “It’s…a snake.” He said lamely.
“A Mountain Viper, to be precise, darling.” Narcissa said helpfully. “She’ll be your familiar. If necessary, of course.” She added quickly.
Draco rubbed his forehead wearily. “Mum, what are you on about?” He was swiftly developing a headache and the secretive and semi-nervous looks his parents were exchanging weren’t really helping his mood any. “Mum?”
Narcissa was normally a very calm woman and so it unnerved her son more than a little to see her pale, slim hands shaking slightly as she set down her tea. “You see, Draco, the Malfoy line has Veela blood some generations back and…”
“You’re lying!” Draco half-shrieked, what little color he had seeping out of his face in an instant. “Dad, tell me mum’s lying!”
Like any pureblood wizarding child, Draco Malfoy knew a good deal about creatures like dragons and unicorns and Veela, as well as all the other ones that had made it into Muggle folklore and fairytales. Veela were capable of breeding with humans, both magical and muggle alike. Once a Veela mated, they were bound for life to their mate. If their mate should die, the Veela will also die. Should the mate reject their Veela, the Veela will die. They are incredibly, dangerously protective of their mate and are also desirable to the point of pushing humans to near-incoherence when they unleash their “Charm”. Any child born of Veela blood will have magic, though their Veela genes are just as likely to be dormant as they are to be active. There is no in-between, either. A child with Veela blood will, on their sixteenth birthday, either come into their powers as a Veela or they won’t. None of this, of course, boded well for Draco.
“I’m sorry.” Lucius told his son. “It’s true. The genes are dormant in me, just as they were in my father and my uncles. However, several cousins of mine, as well as my grandfather, were all active Veela.”
Narcissa gave her son another weak smile. “Your great-great-great-grandmother was a Veela, Draco, and so you might be one as well. We shall simply have to wait and see, as all Malfoy parents have and will simply wait and see. If you are one, you will have a few moments and a few moments only to touch minds with your mate and discover what you can of them to aid in your search for them. Please take a moment to prepare yourself. Just in case.”
Draco opened his mouth to rail once again against his parents, his heritage, and – though he didn’t know it just then – his fate, but he never got the chance. The second hand (as in the one that ticks seconds away) of the clock moved to the twelve and it was 11:22AM exactly. For a split second Draco was in unbearable pain; then he felt nothing. He was apart from himself and yet more a part of himself than he’d ever been before. He felt a pull and went with it, seeing suddenly through new eyes. He gazed around a room and beheld a quill and some parchment on a desk beside an empty cage. There also appeared to be a rather great deal of junk. The last thing he saw before he was pulled, gently if swiftly, back into himself, was a rather large man and a rather slender woman, standing in the doorway to the odd room his mate seemed to occupy. The man was red in the face and waving a Hogwarts letter.
Draco opened his eyes with a gasp to see his parents’ anxious faces above him. His body was still wracked with pain and he barely managed to say the one word before he succumbed to the blackness trying to pull him down.
“Dumbledore.”
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A/N: Okay, so…what do you think so far? I like it! Hope you all enjoyed this so far and please remember to go the extra three inches to rate and review! Also, leave your e-mail addies as I alert to updates! ~ FA