A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Summer, sorry to skip the rest of the year.

Harry was at home, at Spinners end, and he couldn't be happier. His godbrother had gotten permission to stay for a few days, and he was so happy! His dad had taken them to Saint Mungos, and Neville introduced Harry to his parents. They both seemed out of it, but... well, Harry started humming, and they responded. No one had tried music, something that didn't actually shock Harry, but it had always worked with Petunias plants. So, he and Neville had a small concert for them. It wasn't much, but they did seem to know who Neville was. They didn't speak, but... they looked at him, smiled, and even hugged him. Neville was over the moon, and Harry was quite happy for his god brother. They spent the next few days doing homework, Neville getting help with potions. They had a great time, even if Neville had to return home.
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Harry's creatures were frantic. They wouldn't stop fighting. One of them wanted their mate, while the other understood he was too young. The Veela was being intelligent and trying to, "protect Draco's honor", while the incubus just wanted to feed. Harry was cranky, and emotionally drained. It didn't help that he was turning 14 soon, and that his mate had already come into an inheritance. He was a light elf, which Harry found amazing. Blaise was a Dracken, which was rare. They had mates, of course, and he happened to be a submissive. Harry loved the way his scales glinted in the sun, they were a brilliant light green color. Harry had caught his dad staring at them, and knew that his dad was impressed as well.

{-Dracken happened to be from another Fanfiction. It was so good, but was not finished, I don't think. I couldn't finish it, because I kept getting distracted. It's called Rise of the Drackens, it's great! It's not on Wattpad though. ~Bunny}