The Boy Who Was Given Up

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The inheritance...

The next day, all of Harry's friends were surprisingly calm about the whole situation. As Pansy had said, it was "awesome."

Harry and Draco were sitting across from each other doing homework when Draco suddenly said, "Hey Har, my inheritance is coming up."

Harry looked up and met Draco's eyes before Draco quickly returned to his work.

"Yes, of course I know, Dray. Veela, right? Are you scared?" Harry asked, placing his homework aside and taking Draco's out of his hands.

"A little," Draco replied quietly, staring at his palms.

Harry gently tilted Draco's chin up so he would meet his eyes. "Dray, I will be there for you no matter what. Right by your side the whole time. Nothing could keep me away."

Draco smiled slightly. "Thank you, Har."

"Anytime, Dray," Harry said, letting go of his chin.

At that moment, an owl Harry recognized as Narcissa's tapped at the window.

"Midnight?" Draco asked as he went to let the bird in. The owl flew over to Harry and dropped a letter in his hands.

He flipped it over once before opening it.

"It's from Mom," Harry said absentmindedly as he read.

Once finished, he looked up at Draco, mortified.

"What?" Draco asked, concerned.

"Mom's coming!" Harry exclaimed.

"Huh?" Draco asked, confused.

"Mom's coming, as in coming here. I read the letter, and I quote, 'No one threatens my baby like that. I will come and show him a piece of my mind.'"

"Shit! Something like this happened in primary school, and Mom literally made the principal cry. No kidding! This is going to be a disaster!" Harry rushed out.

Draco couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What! Dray, this isn't funny!" Harry yelled.

"I'm sorry, Har, but it kind of is. She made your principal cry! Oh my gosh, I love your mom!" Draco giggled.

Harry snorted. "Well, I guess it will be funny to see Dumbledore's face. Maybe then he will get the message not to threaten my loved ones."

"That is true. When is she coming?" Draco asked.

"Uhhhh," Harry scanned the paper again. "A day after your inheritance and-"

"And what?" Draco asked, curious.

Harry burst out laughing and pointed to a small note at the bottom of the page. Draco snatched the paper and read aloud, "P.S. Draco, your mom's coming with me, seeing as it involves you too. We expect to hear every single detail during and prior to your inheritance."

"What does that mean?" Draco asked.

Harry laughed harder. Draco's frustration grew. "What!" Draco yelled. Harry continued laughing and finally said, "For once, I'm not the oblivious one." He laughed even harder as Draco pouted.

Once he calmed down, Harry explained, "It means they want to hear every detail of your inheritance, including who you now want to claim."

Draco's face went bright red. "Oh," he muttered, and Harry laughed.

That night, Draco lay on Harry's bed, shaking slightly. Harry held his hand in support.

"Har?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, Dray?" Harry replied softly.

"I don't want any mate. I only want this one person," Draco whispered.

Harry's heart fell a little at the words. "Who do you want, Dray? You never know, you may get them," he said softly.

"But Har, I don't want to live knowing they will be with someone else. I want them," Draco said, looking into Harry's eyes.

"Have you told them?" Harry asked, afraid of the answer.

"I am now," Draco replied quietly.

"M-Me?" Harry asked nervously.

Draco smiled slightly and nodded. "It was always you."

Harry's face broke into a wide grin as he cupped Draco's face. "And it will always be," he whispered. "I am forever yours, mate or not."

Draco smiled affectionately but winced.

"Is it starting?" Harry asked, concerned.

Draco could only nod, trying to contain his screams.

Harry sat next to him, and Draco curled into him immediately.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here." Harry whispered. "Try to get some sleep, Dray. It will all be over in the morning. Just sleep." He rubbed Draco's back carefully, knowing the wings would emerge soon. "I'm not leaving, just try to sleep."

Once Harry was certain Draco was asleep, he gently rolled him onto his front to avoid problems when the wings emerged. He held Draco's hand and waited through the night.

The next morning, Draco woke to a warm body beside him. He knew before opening his eyes that it was Harry. He replayed the words from last night over and over: "And it will always be you, mate or not."

Harry would never know fully how much those words meant to Draco. Even if he left him alone in the dark, Draco would get through with those words in his heart.

Thinking about the inheritance, Draco went to the mirror to see the changes. He tried to move but hissed in pain. Within seconds, Harry was awake and rushing to his side.

"What hurts? I've got a potion. Don't move." Harry said, handing Draco a bottle.

Draco sniffed it cautiously, then drank it all and gagged. "Ugh, that's terrible," he exclaimed.

"But it works. You shouldn't be in pain anymore," Harry chuckled.

Draco nodded. "Yeah, I do feel better now."

"You might want to look in the mirror. A few things have changed," Harry said, smiling.

Draco's mouth dropped as he gazed at his reflection. His hair was silkier than ever. His eyes were sharper and more misty, illuminating his natural mercury colour. His facial features were sharper and elegant. Black wings spread around him, protective and shiny, with tips tinted pale green. He moved them slightly, mesmerized.

Harry wanted to touch them but knew better. They were razor sharp to anyone but Draco and his mate. As much as Harry wanted to be him, he knew he couldn't...at least, not until Draco's inheritance was complete.

Draco turned and smiled widely at Harry, making Harry's heart flip.

"It's the day after my inheritance. Do you know what that means, Har?" Draco asked excitedly.

Harry shook his head, still stunned by Draco's transformation.

"Almost time to see a certain headmaster cry," Draco said happily, and they both burst out laughing before getting changed and running down to the Great Hall, waiting for Petunia and Narcissa.