all for you remix

Tom

That monster has him. My mate my beautiful mate. You see I the dark lord one of the most powerful wizards in the world am a vela. As you know vela, have one person in the world ,who is made for them this one person is the only means for a vela to be truly happly. They also always have an awareness of their mate they know if their mate has died,( they become truly depressed and die) but if they are not born yet or is still in the world then they feel a warmth the closer the mate gets the warmer they feel.
When I was young it was the only thing that kept me sane, against all odds I felt him and knew he was ok but i did not know who he was but I knew two inportent thing 1 he was there and 2 he was mine. Then I went to Hogwarts and learned of who I was . ( I had not known why I was so serton that the one for me was out there till I learned of magic and What I was).
Soon after that I realized that the old fool was creating a loyal army at the school ,breeding kids to do as he wished . He was planning to take over. He was position perfectly his the warriors would grow up take positions in the Ministry , doing as he told them and to top it off he was a hero no one would question him .
You see the old fool has a great hated of magical creatures and purebloods. He finds them hard to control ( magical creatures because of their loyalty to their mate and purebloods because of the strong sense of self and loyalty to the family )and as such he seeks their destruction.
I stopped his efforts to take over the world , until the world turned against me. Dumbledore pushed the magical restrictions act through the ministry. The Act gave the ministry the power to hunt down the mates of magical creatures and execute them ( the mates are normally yonder and easier to kill) the excuse was to keep populations down.

It was then the realized it is too late for the current ministry. To protect my mate and everyone else's I needed to take control. So I formed my own army and the war began. He over time fond out that I was a veela and so he began looking for my mate.

After the war started, I felt my mate coming closer and closer. So I made the attacks more ferocious (so that they were so busy with me, that they did not have the time to worry about finding and killing my mate). But Dumbledore was smarter then the rest of those fools, he found my beloved.

One night, he went to my mate's home and killed his family and torched him (he was only a baby). I felt my mate’s pain and was drawn to him. ( pull or warmth was better able to pinpoint my mate's location when he is feeling strong emotions.)

It was an ambush - as I know it had to be, but I could not, would not stop myself from going to his aid. When I reach Godric's Hollow, I was struck by the killing curse. But because my little love was so strong, his life force kept me on this plain as a ghost, barely alive.
The old man realizing he had not killed me and that my mate was so strong that it would use a great deal of his own magic to kill my mate (and then he would have to deal with, not only a very powerful wizard but a crazed one.) He placed my mate in the most hateful, despicable place he could find. The old fool was grooming him to be a weapon just as he did back when I was in school.

Over the years, many of my followers have tried to find him or restore me so I that could find him, under the impression of killing him.( If the light side believed that I was trying to kill him it would reinforce the idea he was a threat to me and needed to be protected. I hoped that the Minister would want control him and would seek to take him away from that horrible home.) Year after year I would make a plan to get him back, but year after year it would go wrong.


Harry

Harry lay curled on the floor in his room, the blood was pouring
freely
from the cuts that covered the entirety of his body.

They had left him.

The Dursleys had been so insulted by the Order's threats at the
beginning
of summer that in his fury Vernon had beaten Harry with in an inch of
his
life.

Harry had told his friends and Dumbledore but they did nothing. So
the Dursleys locked Harry in his room and beat him daily. He was let out
only to do house work or to use the bathroom. He had begged and pleaded with
Dumbledore to let him stay at Hogwarts during the summer, but the old
man just keep saying the same thing “It's really not that bad. Enjoy your
summer and you will be back soon enough.” His best friends had gotten
together over the summer and now had no time for him.

So now he lay on the floor trying to get the pain under control as
the feeling came again. He had always had it. The feeling was that of
someone who loved him very much, holding him and conforting him. It was the
reason he was not bitter at the world for his mistreatment in his life because
he knew that somewhere, someone loved him.

When he was young, he thought it was his mother or his father but the
older he got, the less the feeling like a father. It felt as if it had
became a friend and over time, a lover. And as the feeling grow
stronger, he felt something keeping them apart - a barrier. And felt
in his heart, he felt that it was Dumbledore.

Then he felt words being spoken in the back of his mind, and he agreed and felt that if he spoke them it
would make everything better. Figuring he had nothing to lose and being too wrapped up in the feeling to care, he said the words:

"I swear to get you for taking those I love away Dumbledore.”

Then Harry felt a wave of happiness that was not his own, the feeling
was happy and it was becoming more palpable. It was becoming tangable, the
feeling of being pulled into an embrace was not only a feeling, but he
was literally being pulled into the air. The room came alive with magic and
in a flash Harry and everything he owend were gone.

Tom felt the surge of magic as Harry lost faith in Dumbledore. The barrier that kept him from his mate was tied to Harry's faith in that basted . Now that faith was no more. Tom moved quickly to act using one of the least known Veela powers. Calling upon Magic herself holding his arms out he calls for his mate: golden light filled the room blinding him. He felt a slight weight as the golden light faded. He eagerly opened his eyes so he could see his love. What met his eyes would haunt him for ever.

Crying aloud in horror, "My beautiful Harry what have they done to you."

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Harry his beautiful mate was nothing but a mass of blood and torn flesh. Tom quickly made sure Harry was still breathing and that he wasn't in danger of expiring in moments then carried him quickly to his room. He then carefully and tenderly saw to Harry wounds, cleaning by hand bandaging and sealing what he could while the potions started working .

While waiting for Harry to wake up and the potions to take effect Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord sent messages to his followers. Starting with his plans for revenge against those that dared to HARM his mate. They would be captures and then killed in the most horrible and painful way he could formulate. Never hurt the mate of a Veela; protection wasn't the least of all Veela instincts and Tom Riddle's instincts were in overdrive.

When a veela's mate is attack they will first defend the mate then take the mate to a safe place and tend the mate. Once the mate is recovered the veela will get their vengeance. The veela will always get their revenges . One account states that a veela waited twenty five years for their mate to recover and then killed the whole family of the one who hurt the mate.


Ok so this is an old story of mine i love but forgot about so i am reposting it and finshing it. As anyone can tell i need some one to help fix my spelling problems. I also love to hear how other peaple think the story should go so please tell me if you have any ideas. Thank you