What a Terrible Mess

Chapter 16

"Voldemort didn't start out to capture me, he started out ready to give me the Dark Mark, like Lucius. Something though, something caused him to find out that my mother had been unfaithful to my father, that I'm not a Malfoy- that I'm not pureblooded. My mother, Narcissa, she's a Veela, Harry. Normally, when Veela females have male babies, they're just... wizards, or something like a squib. I'm not though, I'm a Veela male-"

"Pfft. Bullshit, Malfoy, I looked into it during the Triwizard tourney- there are only females."

"No, Harry, not true. There are Veela males, though it's exceedingly rare. There hasn't been one in centuries. I don't know why, or how, I got here. Veelan males aren't much like our female counterparts. I can change to a 'true Veelan form'. Curses and spells don't work well on me, not unless cast by someone very talented. They captured me then, they realized my full potential and tortured me for days, trying to turn me. Apparently, Voldemort was in an outrage that I wasn't a pureblood. He dove into everyone's histories. Blaise's father was killed, but they kept Blaise. Apparently, due to some freak gene centuries ago - he's a Magiodrago, the other creature you saw. We honestly have *no* idea why we're like this, it's not normal. They tortured him along with us. Then Uncle Sev- my godfather- found us in the dungeons, chained and nailed down. Having watched us both grow up, he couldn't bear it. He betrayed the Dark Lord and freed us. We ran and were seperated. I thought he'd been killed, and my mother too. We fled as quickly as we could and hid, going from place to place, trying to hide forever. We hid in caves, abandoned houses, barns, whatever we could find. Every time we set up wards to try and be safe, they'd find us soon after and we'd flee again. It was like some force was leading us away right before the Death Eaters struck wherever it was we were. We were too weak to do much, even with special healing abilities and the potions I managed to make, to change- so we didn't know we could. Our change, I believe, is special. It's connected to our mates directly." Draco stopped, trembling. He'd let it all spill out so fast.

"Mates?" Harry questioned. Draco could see the realization forming in the very back of his mind.

"Bondmates. We litterally live to protect them. Once we hit our adult birthday we feel the need to find them very strongly. Though that same feeling is there are whole lives, it doesn't take full effect till we hit adulthood. Then we feel a sort of pull, to go and find our bondmate. We protect them, provide for them, love them. I suppose if we're trying to protect them, sense they're in danger, or just to show off we make the change. I couldn't help it the night on the Pitch Harry, it just happened. I could smell the dirty little bastards and then when I saw them, I just changed and went into attack mode. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. It's all consuming, a search and destroy sort of thing. That's why Voldemort wants us dead, he doesn't want to have to contend with our kind of power for the Light. If our mates were dark, he wouldn't have had to even ask us to join him. That's the majority of what I know, Harry, I'm sorry I hadn't told you yet. I didn't know how to say it exactly."

"Hermione was running to tell us, wasn't she?" Harry asked, realizing. Draco nodded.

"Am I the only one that doesn't know about this?" Harry asked angrily, why was he always the last one to find out these types of secrets?

"No, not at all. The adults know, McGonagall, Severus, Mother, Aunt Rose, and Hagrid. Neville, Blaise, Hermione and myself... and now you. That's it."

Harry suddenly blushed bright red.

"Blaise and Neville? They're... bondmates?"

"Yes, we can't be attracted to anyone other than our bondmates, it's not possible."

"You're okay with that? Blaise being homosexual?" Draco looked very confused.

"Why wouldn't I be, Harry? Blaise is my best friend, a brother in arms... homosexuality itself is rampant in the wizarding world."