Well, here we go. I have finally got around to plotting out a whole story, and one that I'm actually really excited about. This should, with any luck, be finished before the end of the holidays, but don't quote me on that. So, on with the story, right? I do hope you enjoy this, and that I actually manage to complete it.
Just so you know, some chapters will be longer then others, and some will be very short. It just depends on what's happening. Also, I know that there are a lot of veela fics out there, and they all seem to be the same. Harry/Draco is/are veela, end up being each others mate, and fall in love, right? Well, this is a little bit different, as you will find out in … well, the next couple of chapters should explain a few things.
Also, keep in mind that, although this is set during Sixth Year, Sirius is still alive. I love him too much for him not to be a part of this fic, though he won't have a huge part to play.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
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Harry Potter. The boy saviour. The one the whole world relied on to save them. The only one in the whole history of the world that had the power to destroy the almighty wizard Voldemort, the only one who could possibly accomplish such a feat. It hung over him like a cloud, plaguing his thoughts and dreams, reminding him that he could never have a normal life. Such things weren't for him. Everyone else had normal. He just got strange, and prophesised, and … unfair. Totally and completely unfair.
But when had life ever claimed to be fair in its ruling?
He laid in his bed, hearing his clock slowly ticking down the seconds. Not for the first time, he couldn't sleep. Everything was whirling around in his brain, plaguing his thoughts and refusing him rest. Voldemort. The Prophecy. Ron. Hermione. Dumbledore. Death Eaters. School. So many things that he had to cope with. Everyone else had the stress of OWLs and NEWTs, fair enough. He had the stress of a madman after his head.
God, he wished he only had to think about OWLs and NEWTs. That would be a welcome break from everything else. The raven-haired male sighed lightly, turning over in bed for what felt like the fiftieth time in hope of finally convincing his body that it was time to sleep. 11:00pm, 4th June … He needed to sleep. He shut his eyes, determined to wipe his mind clear of all thoughts. He needed to sleep …
That night, Harry dreamt. The dream … it didn't feel like a normal one. It was more like those little flashes of insight into Voldemorts dreams, and eyes, and life but … he was no-where in sight. There was just one person, sitting on a four-poster bed. Around the bed there were simple furnishings, but everything else disappeared into the pitch black that seemed to be everywhere apart from on this one male. He was … in pain.
So much pain.
Harry could hear the cracking of bones, echoing in this impossibly empty space. It seemed to surround him, filling his head. The moans and yells that he could only assume were slipping from this mystery man's lips spoke of his whole body in a steady, constant pain that wouldn't go away. Harry felt immense amounts of pity well up inside of him, sorry for whoever this was. So much pain …
The raven-haired male didn't know how long he watched, listening to the sounds that reverberated in the air. He never once saw the man's face. Despite how much he writhed and thrashed in pain, his face never seemed to slip out of the shadow that covered it. It seemed to almost follow him, making sure that Harry never found out just exactly who it was he was watching so carefully.
How long had it been now? Hours? Yes, definitely hours. Hours of watching pain. Hours of hearing pain. There was another almighty crack, one that made Harry wince, and suddenly a gasp of recognition. And then … it was over. Harry's eyes flew open, seeing the ceiling of his bedroom above him, lit by a dim light. What … He looked to the side, his eyes falling on the clock. 12am … But … He had to have been asleep longer then an hour … He had to have been … He sat up, looking around in bewilderment. Had it really only been an hour?
He slipped out of bed, looking around as though expecting this to still be the dream, still with the darkness that had surrounded him. He stepped around the room, noticing Hedwig looking worried in her own way. He stepped over to her, stroking her head softly. She cooed at him, nibbling at his finger. Why wasn't she out hunting? He frowned slightly, looking around his room. Everything looked normal …
He looked back over to his clock again, seeing it flashing 12:03am at him. 12:03am, 6th June … but … it had only been the 5th when he'd gone to sleep. He'd slept through a whole day? How … he looked around, his eyes flashing in worry. How had he done that? He hadn't even been that tired … No wonder Hedwig looked so worried. He moved back over to her, beginning to stroke her head once again. That dream …
Half an hour later there was a letter tied firmly to the snowy owl's leg, holding it securely in place. Harry stroked her head softly, smiling slightly.
"Take that to Dumbledore, alright? And be quick."
She cooed once before taking off out of the window, the male having to step to the side to let her pass. He watched her disappear, nibbling on his lip slightly before moving back to his bed, sitting on it and watching the dark sky. It was going to be a long, long night …
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Dumbledore looked up from his joined fingers as he heard a tapping at the window, a snowy owl standing on the sill, pecking at the glass. He blinked at her for a second before, with a wave of his wand, the window was open and she flew towards him, dropping an envelope on his head. Was that … Harry's bird? He leant down to collect the letter from where it had slid from his head to the floor, sitting up straight with it in his grasp. He slipped the letter from its confines, reading through it carefully.
Oh dear …
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So? What do you think? Any good? Yes, I know it's short, but none of the chapters are going to spectacularly long, although this is one of the shorter ones.