A Tragic Procession

"MINE!"

Draco's p.o.v-
  I was searching through the library. I had been in here for about an hour by now and I hadn't found anything since I had been here Professor Snape was in the corner reading an old book that I didn't catch the name of.

At first I found it odd that he was just sitting here but then I brushed it off. I had read book after book on certain love potion and most of the results were obsession but I wasn't obsessed with Grace... yet. I made a groaning noise and slammed my forehead on the table.

"Something troubling you, Mr Malfoy?" I looked up to find Snape had picked up his book and was just about to walk past me before me stupid outburst. I said nothing and he looked towards the large pile of books I had collected over the hour. Searching over the spines on the books, reading every name. 'Love potions' 'amor brew' 'devotion elixir' the list could go on. He raised his eyebrows at me but his face showed no emotion as usual.

Having no other option I decided to just ask him. "Professor I think I have been given some sort of love potion but I do not know which one nor why" I told him. He said nothing but sat opposite me. "And why do you believe such a thing Mr Malfoy?" He asked Seemingly bored as he stared at the tall pile of books.

I looked around the room for a second quite embarrassed but realising I need to find out what's going on I needed to ask him. "I seem to have a sudden mad crush on Grace Jenkins." I said sighing. "Oh and when did this start?" He said still bored out of his mind. "As soon as I saw her." I said thinking back to the moment on the train.

She was mine and no one else's. I looked up at him to realise he was staring at me straight in the eyes. His expression slightly shocked which definitely meant something was wrong if Severus Snape, the emotionless potions Professor was shocked. He suddenly stood up and span around in his chair nearly making me fall out of mine. "Follow me Mr Malfoy." I did as he said leaving my books where they were and followed him out of the library.

I followed him down to the potions room and into his office, he motioned me to sit down and I did as I was told. There was a fire place in the room with a strong green flame burning against the stone. I watched my potions Professor walk over to a painting of random wizard and whisper something into the wood.

The wizard in the painting immediately stood up and walked away while Snape simply sat in his chair facing me but not uttering a word. I tried to say something but as soon as I opened my mouth he held up his finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet. I assumed we where waiting for someone but why is the question.

As the minutes past by I noticed the fellow slytherin wizard from the painting return and sit in his previous position. After 3 more minutes the green flames in the fireplace began to flicker and then to feet stepped out of the fireplace. Looking up I met the eyes of my father. "Draco." He said with a warm smile before sitting next to me. "Father." I said returning the smile then facing Snape as did my father. "Severus please inform me why I am here?" My father asked Snape.

Snape looked at my father before speaking "I have reason to believe that your son has received your grandfathers inheritance Lucius." After that small sentence my father nearly fell out of his chair and his eyes went wide. "Are you positive?" My father asked My father. Snape nodded and also added in "and I think he has found his mate."

My father looked worried and scared. This just made me confused. I was getting angry. "Could someone please explain to me?" I said and spat each word from my mouth. My father looked at me "Draco... we have reason to believe your a veela." My father said calmly to me. I remembered what veela a were from a certain book I read;

---Veela are semi-human magical beings; beautiful women with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine moon-bright. When angry, Veela take on a less pleasant appearance; long feather angel-like wings burst from their shoulders.---

My eyes bulged out of my head and I immediately stood up. "Is this a joke I can't be veela! I'm not female!"I shouted at them. "It is extremely rare to come across a male veela but they exist." Snape filled in for me. "You have no proof!" I shouted at them again. "We know and that's why there is only one way to find out if you really are a veela." My father said still in a calming voice. "And how is that?" I said my voice now to normal volume. "We would have to use a boggart in order to see what you fear the most. If you are a veela it would be your mate betraying you." Snape said to me. I sucked in a breath. This was a lot to process. "Okay let's do it."

Snape had awakened a boggart, which was now in a small chest opposite me. The chest was jumping up and down just waiting desperately to be let out. I turned slightly and nodded at Snape. With a flick of his wand the chest was opened and a furious black spike erupted from it creating a shape in front of me.

As the smoke cleared all that was left in front of me left my blood boiling and my temper rising. There in front of me was my Grace heavily kissing Potter. I clenched my fists together angrier than I have ever been before. Potter then turned in that pathetic weasel and my anger just kept getting stronger.

Then Weasley turned to Granger, Granger turned to Longbottom, Longbottom to Zabini, Zabini to Parkinson, Parkinson to Finnigan. The way all of them were ruining her innocence, the way they moved their hands through her angelic hair. After seeing the images replay over and over in my mind. I snapped.

"MINE!" I shouted louder than I ever have in my life. I swear I felt the walls move. I felt my back tearing open in two large streaks but the pain felt numb as I ran up to Grace and attempted to push Finnigan off of her and pull her to my chest.

I failed to do so as the black smoke once again before shrinking back into the small chest. I only now realised what had been done. I now had two large white wings on my back with my shirt and blazer/cape ripped and on the floor. The shocked faces of my professor and my father. And now I wanted Grace more than I ever have before.

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I know that might've been unexpected but I was planning this from the beginning and I hope I don't get hate from it.