The Extinct Soulmate

A new discovery

Draco fell to the floor in pain. 

The fire spread through his blood like snakes venom, targeting and attacking every nerve. He screamed. He screamed and swore to relieve the pain, with no avail. The poison was targeting certain areas now. His shoulder blades cut through his mind, the fire drenching him. He cried out again, for help, for relief, again, he was only met with the echoes of his pain. Two feathered wings tore through  his skin, covered in blood. The scars surrounding them drained his power, letting him curl up on the carpeted floor. The poison slowly was released, the fire covered with sand. Draco was exhausted, and couldn't move. The world started swimming, and he fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning was bright. Draco was cursing the sun, he'd only had a few hours sleep last night, and was very moody. He always was, no matter how much sleep he would get. Draco Malfoy was not a morning person.

 As he tried to step out of bed, he fell over, a pile of weight strapped to his back. He slowly got up, cautiously looking in the mirror. Behind him were delicate wings, feathers gently hanging off them. They were a pale white, but glimmered silver in the light. He gasped when he reached out, tenderly touching the pale extensions of him. They were soft, not blanket soft, more like a kind soft. It made Draco purr, the wings ruffling.

There was a knock at the door, and it opened quickly. Draco jumped back in surprise, his wings turning a maroon red and looking ready to stab someone. When the figure revealed themselves as Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, they faded back into a calmer state, though still a little on edge. 

Lucius sighed. Draco heard this and fell back, his emotions running high, swaying like a seesaw.

 "Draco," Narcissa started not sure how to continue this conversation. "You appear to have come  into your creature inheritance." She finished, looking at draco's astounded face. "So, what am I?" He cautiously asked, scared of the outcome. 

"A Veela." Draco stared at Lucius, unable to process his answer. "Listen," Lucius continued. "You grandfather was part Veela, and it seems to have skipped a generation." Lucius sighed, studying Draco's shocked face. "We did not feel the need to tell you, as Veela do not normally skip a generation. We thought our Veela blood had died out." 

Draco knew something was wrong though. He looked up at his parents, both wearing faces full of worry. "Why do I feel so," he paused, searching for a word. "Empty." He finished, looking down at his feet, before staring into the sun he had not long  before been cursing. Narcissa looked dumbfounded.

 "Surely not," she started, looking at her husband with worry. She sat down next to Draco, putting her hand on his thigh. He hissed at her, her face slowly melting into compassion. 

"You've already met your mate." Draco stared  up at her, mostly with confusion. "Mate?" He said slowly, and quietly, as if trying to register what his mother just said. "A mate is someone you were destined to be with, nearly all creatures have mates. There are lots of different types though, the rarest being the soulmate bond, where creatures have been together in other lives, and their bond will be stronger than all others. You will be very protective of your mate now, because you've come into your inheritance." 

Draco stared at her in wonder, someone destined for him. He knew he could never have a soulmate bond, although he was a pure blood, he wasn't special like that, but still, he could try to have something as close, he would protect them with his life, he knew it.

Lucius looked at him, and laughed. His son was very funny. Now free from the dark lords curse, he had been smiling and laughing, no longer afraid. Draco smiled, happy and content. "Narcissa," he started, being silenced by her response. "Yes, Draco dear, we need to go to Gringotts, and determine exactly what your inheritance is. And judging by your face, you have a pinch of something else." Draco stood up, examining his face in the mirror. He had a pair of wild goat horns splitting his hair, which was now a faded red at the tips. His jawline was sharper, eyes bigger, lips plumper. He looked stunning. "Jesus" he thought, gently caressing his horns. He was definitely something other than Veela.

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