Draco is a veela whom, with every step he takes is in pain without his mate. He doesn't even know who his mate is. Harry is a mess. Then again who wouldn't be when you find out that, surprise! You're half fucking siren. Draco is a creature of the sky, Harry is a creature of the water. Trying to figure that out is going to be the biggest challenge there ever will be because water and air don't mix well. •Dumbledore bashing (a lot. I like it for some reason) •Weasley bashing (not the twins, Charlie or Percy) •Snape is not dead in this neither is Voldy (you'll understand later) •Wolfstar because I ship it and I am not killing Remus or Sirius

Harry always knew something was not all well in his life. No matter how hard he tried to pretend everything was fine, an uneasiness was always present in his gut. Of course, it was normal to grow feathers during the night, right? At least, he assumed so. But as time goes on he realises that there is something terribly, terribly wrong not with him, but his magical family. He cannot ignore the icy glares sent his way when Dumbledore thinks he isn't looking, or the disgusted expression Ron adopts when Harry's back is turned. But it isn't until one night a few days before his sixteenth birthday that this fragile falsehood collapses, and harry must face the reality that all is not well at all. WARNING- abuse, gay shit

Harry one night wakes up to a strange inheritance that will explain all the truth and who to trust

A Drarry fanfic. For all of Harry's life, he felt that he never truly was complete. Then he had his 15th birthday. Note that this will NOT follow the stories or movies. Best Ranking: #37 in Magic(Top 0.024 percent)