So I originally wrote this when I was a sophomore in high school and I took it down because I didn't think it was any good. A friend of mine, recently found the printed copy I kept of the chapters I wrote, and suggested to me that I posted it. Which is what I'm doing now. If I don't get much interest in it I probably won't write anything new however. I have 5 chapters I can post after this. With enough motivation I'll write a sixth.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or places used in this story. They all belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. In no way am I making money from these stories.

Thoughts in this chapter will be italicized, it may change later in the story.

Prologue: Wings

It was Draco's birthday and his whole body felt as though it was set aflame. His mother was nowhere to be found, and every time he asked his father what was going on his response was "I'll explain everything later." Draco was beginning to become tired and decided he would go to bed. As he was walking up the stairs to his bedroom, he suddenly fell backwards. He braced himself for impact with the ground, but it never came.

As he opened his eyes to see what stopped him, he realized, that his body felt extremely weird. When the blond finally touched the ground, he landed gracefully on his feet. The aristocrat lost his balance and almost fell again. Why does is feel like there's something hanging on my back? I better go check a mirror. When he reached the nearest mirror he looked into it and passed out. A short while later his father discovered him and forced him awake.

"Draco," Lucius kept repeating in a sing song voice until his son regained consciousness.

Draco opened his eyes and for a moment he thought he had fallen asleep in the library again and was having a nightmare. He soon looked around however, and realized he was on the floor of one of the manors many hallways. "Please tell me they're gone" he said sounding slightly paranoid.

"Tell you what are gone?"

"The wings," Draco whispered and waited for his father to tell him he had gone insane, and should stop eating so much chocolate, again. But it didn't happen.

"Son… they're still there. I can tell you how to make them retract back into your back."

"WHY DO I HAVE THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, hyperventilating.

"Draco calm down. Relax and they will go away. There's something I need to tell you. Once you regain control of your emotions I will explain everything. Meet me in my library." He spoke and then walked away.

His library Draco thought he never lets me in there. Well unless I've don't something extremely stupid or have embarrassed him in some way. Like when I got caught making out with that waiter at that restaurant at my aunts wedding…. His mind began to wonder.

Draco would never forget that day. All he did was ask the waiter what the house specialty was, and he found himself in a broom closet. Well let's just say that was the same day Draco came out of the broom closet. The waiter looked surprisingly a lot like the Boy-Who-Lived. Which freaked Draco out at first, but then he realized that Potter didn't look too bad. Actually Potter was quite hot. His father took the news that he was gay better than he thought he would. However, they ended up having a meeting in his library because Draco picked a broom closet of all places to get caught in.

Draco stood up, and tried his hardest to relax. After he did his new found wings went away. He prepared for extreme amounts of pain but nothing came at all. He quickly turned around, making his cape spin in a way that would have made his godfather proud, and staked off towards his father's private library.

When he arrived there he knocked on the door. "Come in" he walked in and sat in the lounge chair closet to the door. "Listen to me completely before you say anything or ask any questions okay?" Draco nodded. "First of all Narcissia isn't your mother. Well, you don't really have a mother. You have two fathers. I'm the one who gave birth to you, and your other father happens to be your godfather.

"I'm gay, and a Veela. We didn't want you to grow up feeling weird so we hired Narcissia to pretend to be your mother. The reason she's gone now is because you turned seventeen today. In the wizarding world, and the Veela world, you're considered an adult at seventeen. So today you got all of your powers and your wings. You can do wandless magic now. Also you're still a pureblood.

"The reason you woke up with such a headache this morning was because last night the human blood in your body was kicked out, so to say. So you're also not human anymore. I hope you don't resent me or Severus for keeping this from you, but we thought it was the right thing to do." After he finished rambling his explanation he looked down at the floor.

Draco was in shock. He didn't want to believe anything that his father has just said. He knew a lot about Veelas and suddenly the paleness of his skin, even though he spent so much time in the sun, made sense. He couldn't believe his godfather was actually his other father. Draco knew that he couldn't abandon either of his dads, and he certainly couldn't do anything about him being a Veela. He has also never seen his father look so worried in his life. So decided he's just deal with everything and accept the new changes. "So, umm do I still get to call him my godfather? I don't think I would be comfortable calling him anything else yet."

A voice answered him out of nowhere, "Of course that's what you'll call me you silly boy. I don't think anyone in the world is ready to deal with the fact that I'm also your father. I also don't think it's a good idea for you to tell your make either."

"My WHAT?!" Draco was panicking again.

"Well son," the other Veela in the room said, "every Veela has a mate. You'll soon know who he is, considering the fact that you're gay, your mate will probably be a male."

"How will I know who my mate is?" He asked as calmly as possible. He was trying to hide the fact that he was on the brink of a mental break down.

"I suspect you already know who he is," said Severus. "You've probably known for a while. I suppose a certain Gryffindor will have a lot to deal with when he finds out he's your mate."

Draco's eyes widened to almost three times their normal size. He knew which Gryffindor was supposed to be his mate. He was just wondering how his other father knew who the object of his affection was. "How did you…" Draco asked, blushing furiously.

"I told him," said the man who gave birth to the younger blond. "It's easy for older Veelas to spot mates. Your souls are drawn to each other. It's a little said that neither of you realized how perfect you are for each other."

"Actually love," Draco made a face at that being said. This relationship, being displayed in front of him, would take some getting used to. "They bother figured it out," said the potions master. "They just haven't said anything to each other about it."

Draco's head was spinning. A part of him was dying to be with his mate. "Where is he?"

He inquired, already plotting ways to get what he wanted.

"I'll tell you later. As for now, you need rest and you need to read up more on Veela history," his dark haired father replied. "And try to get used to the fact that you'll probably be submissive to him.

Draco did as he was told. For the next month he read books on Veelas and he stared getting used to having two dads. Almost a month later, when he was told the location of his mate, he immediately went to find him.

Well I was 16 when I wrote this and I'm 23 now. So while reading this I'm noticing a few things I should probably and will probably change later on. For now I'm just trying to get all the chapters I previously wrote posted again. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Next chapter coming soon.

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