Getting Him Out

How?

{Art by Maria-Hideki on DeviantArt}

Inheritances are very important to pure bloods. The day their next generation come of age, claiming their heirship, finally becoming a face of the line, under many watchful eyes of course. However, for those very powerful families, the day also entails another important milestone. A milestone that dictates many elements of the heirs life; Everything from their life partner to which laws they will be exempt of and have to follow. Their creature inheritance.

Most who don't experience the creature inheritance are envious of those who do. Creature inheritances bring many things depending on the creature dna running through the individuals veins (which can be guessed by looking though previous creatures in the family if they aren't the first to experience it). They can enhance ones looks, magic and strength, which makes it understandable to why there would be jealousy. There are downsides, as there always are. Some creature inheritances can cause the individual to be seen as non human in the eyes of the law and the people. Not all creatures are seen as equal. There always has to be a hierarchy, I mean its not as if they need equality, right? Take werewolves for example, they are dirty creatures that are detrimental to everyone's safety. They are wild beasts who should be contained.

Those who go through this type of inheritance gain something that may be the most envied perk of a creature inheritance, a mate. The mate of a creature is the one, who in the eyes of magic herself, is the perfect person for the other. A soulmate. The soulmate is a creature too, more often then not. This is assumed to be for reproduction purposes as no matter the genders of both involved, a child can be made. A miraculous display of magic of which is said to be the reason only powerful wizards have the chance of going through a creature inheritance.

The Malfoys are a long line of Veelas. With the lack of other species appearing in the bloodline, many believe the family were one of the first to experience creature inheritances and therefore considered to be pure veela.

With this knowledge, the current Malfoy head and his wife knew exactly what creature their son Draco would be and low and behold as the clock struck 12, marking the beginning of the 5th of June, Draco Lucius Malfoy became a veela.

Draco's POV

It started with a light headache. I was already aware of the stages of the inheritance but i was still unprepared for the extent of the pain I would feel. A burning sensation made its way up my spine, curling around my shoulder blades. Only a few seconds after that had began, the strange feeling of the growth of new appendages formed. It was uncomfortable and so painful I had even forgotten about the burning sensation. Blood from the holes of where said appendages were growing out of, was spilling from my sweat covered, exposed back and onto my clean sheets. That sticky feeling just added to the mountain of pain as I could feel the sheets peeling off of me at every arch of my back in every desperate attempt for relief. Just as I thought it couldn't get worse, the growing pain increased. I could feel every bone and muscle lengthen and expand, I could feel the features of my face change no matter how insignificant. All of my nerve endings were on fire. I couldn't hold in my screams as the pain became to unbearable so I let them grotesquely rip from my throat. The fleeting thought of me waking my parents, passed through my mind as I sobbed in-between the screams. Surely enough I had.

The worried figure of my mother came rushing through the doors as soon as the, what seems like hours, of pain came to a welcomed end. Having expected this, she had brought a wet cloth in an attempt to wipe me clean of blood to provide some relief. As she dabbed my chest, I took the time to catch my breath and become accustomed to the dull ache the inheritance had left me with.

"Your father will be here in a moment with a glass of water, he won't say anything but he was just as worried as me when he heard your screams," mother's kind voice was like a lullaby on my worn out body and mind. The picture of my father coming through the door with a glass of water (which I was later told he had ran to the kitchen for instead of calling a house elf) and my mother sitting beside me, a fond, relief-filled smile gracing her lips, was the last thing I saw before falling back onto the mattress and passing out.