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A/N: This is a repost, for those who've read it and it sounds familiar. For those who haven't read it thanks for checking my story out!

"POTTER, are you done with breakfast yet!" shouted Vernon Dursley at the seventh year student. During the summer before the wizard's seventh year, Vernon had decided to start punishing the boy again. He basically went back to the treatment he had used before anyone knew Harry was a wizard. The only difference was that he wasn't under the stairs, and Vernon had started beating him. Fudge had stupidly bound Harry's wand so he wouldn't be able to do magic during the summer until he graduated. This had only served as more encouragement for Vernon to start beating Harry.

Sporting a black eye, a bruised cheek, a busted lip, and a sprained wrist, Harry walked into the living room with a tray of three plates filled to the brim with breakfast.

"Here you go, Uncle Vernon." Harry said under his breath as he put down the tray. The tortured boy barely had time to stand up straight before he was punched his previously un-bruised cheek.

"What took you so long? Do you expect us to starve?" Vernon said with some mirth in his voice. Harry shook his head and walked out of the room, into the garden. He started pruning the rose bushes.

"Happy Birthday, Draco!" shouted Lucius. They were celebrating Draco's sixteenth birthday. For some reason Dumbledore had insisted that Draco come to Hogwarts a year early when he was first starting. The old headmaster had noticed that Draco exceeded most of his friends in primary school, so he started his first year at ten years old, unlike most students who started at eleven. Even with being the youngest in his grade, he was one of the smartest kids in said grade. If it weren't for Hermione and a few Ravenclaws, then he would surpass his entire year.

A few seconds after Draco blew out his candles, an owl came through the window that looked as if it were from the Ministry. It dropped the letter on the table, plucked the 'D' from Draco's name off the cake, and flew away.

"Hey, that bloody bird took the 'D'. The 'D' was supposed to be for me!"

"Draco, just read the letter."

"Ah, yes, the letter that the cake frosting-stealing bird dropped on the table. Where is said letter?"

"It's right next to the cake, Drake. Who's it fr—" Lucius stopped before he could finish the question. He saw the seal and instantly knew whom it was from. He sat down and put his head in his hands.

"Father, what's wrong?"

"Just read the damn letter."

"It looks like it's from mum," Draco said in a hoarse whisper as he saw the seal on the back. It said: "The one and only NBM." Narcissa had died during Draco's sixth year. They were still getting over the loss of the woman.

"Draco, just open it." Lucius already knew that the letter Draco was just beginning to open contained the truth about him. He guessed that Narcissa had written this letter in case she didn't make it until Draco gained his inheritance.

"POTTER, there's a bloody owl knocking on the window. If you don't send it off within thirty seconds, I will be forced to shoot it." Harry ran across the house and through the living room towards the window. He opened the window and the owl swooped up to Harry's room.

"If you don't get that bloody thing out of this house, I will be forced to hurt you." if what he had already done to Harry wasn't hurting him, he didn't want to know what was. The poor boy bounded up the stairs before Vernon could touch him.

"Whose bloody bird are you?" Harry asked the eagle owl as he opened the letter. He looked at the crest on the envelope, "of course it would be the Malfoy's who are trying to kill me. Why are they sending me anything in the first place?" Harry asked himself, since the owl had flown out his open window. He cautiously opened the envelope and took out the letter.

Dearest Draco,

If you are receiving this letter, then I have passed away. I don't know how long ago it was, but I want you to accept it and be happy with your life. You are also getting this letter because it's your 16th birthday. I wish you the happiest birthday and hope it's a good one.

I actually wrote this letter to tell you the truth about who you are. When Lucius and I first married, we found out that I could not be impregnated. We really wanted a child, so we decided to ask for the help of your godfather, Severus. He helped us gain information on, and create, a Cloning Potion. You, my dearest Draco, are a clone of Lucius.

After we had made the potion, and you, the clone child, started growing, we saw that the book we found the potion in said something about Veelas in fine, fine print. After magnifying the print we saw that it said something along of the lines of this: 'If cloning Veela who did not gain his/her inheritance before he/she turned 16, when the clone turns 16, both the clone and original person will gain inheritance, and have to search for a mate. If the original is already married, then he/she won't feel the pull to his/her mate as much as the clone. Being basically the same person, the original and clone will have the same mate.'

I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I had hoped that Lucius would have told you before you got this letter but I highly doubt he has.

Another thing: I know you don't like sharing, but if you're okay with it, then let your father interact with your mate. If only one of you interact with said mate, then whichever one of you hasn't will die. I am sorry to tell you this.

I love you son. I love you and your father very much.

Love, your mother, who misses you dearly,

Nacrassa Black-Malfoy.

"How could you not tell me?"

"I just couldn't bring myself to. I am truly sorry."

"I bet if mum hadn't written this letter, you would have let me go after ourmate, and you would have died while I was happy them. You wouldn't have told me that I am your clone. You wouldn't have said a bloody thing."

"I just wanted you to be happy. I know that we'll both need to mate, but you don't like sharing. I know you don't, don't even try to deny it. I had a good life, and seeing you happy with your mate, even if it was also making me miserable at the same time, would make me happy. I would have died a happy man."

"YOU WOULD NOT HAVE DIED HAPPY, AND YOU KNOW IT! You said it yourself, you would be miserable just knowing that I have our mate, and you can't have him or her. Can you figure out if they're a male or female?"

"I don't know about that last part. I guess you're right. I think that you should talk to Sev though, because he'll be able to make a potion that can dull your Veela senses. By midnight tonight, you will have your full powers and have to find your mate. Your mate has a special smell, and since your sense of smell is heightened, it would be heard not to find him or her, if he or she were in the room with you. You can also ask Sev if there is a potion that could tell you if it's a man or a woman."

"I have to think about this. Call me down when people start coming. I'll talk to Sev after the party. Wait, why don't you talk to Sev? I mean, you've known him forever, and he is like your brother."

"Sev and I had a little row, and now he won't give me my potions for dimming my powers. I hope he'll still give you yours." Draco nodded in understanding and left. The cake, which now read 'Happy Birthday raco!' was left untouched except for the missing 'D' as Lucius left the room also.

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to the 16th Birthday Party for Draconis Narcissa Malfoy. We know that this is a surprise coming from us. We also know that you might think that this is a plan that has to do with You-Know-Who. We assure you that since we joined the Order of the Phoenix secretly, You-Know-Who has nothing to do with it. You can be assured that this is not a trap or a trick.

We both hope that you will come to celebrate Draco's Birthday with us. The celebration is being held at Malfoy Manor at seven o'clock on Wednesday, August 28. There is a port key enclosed with this letter so you can travel to the Manor. It is set to leave at 7 o'clock on the dot. We hope that you can come, and send your RSVP ASAP.

Sincerely yours,

Lucius Draconis Malfoy

Draconis Narcissa Malfoy

Harry was invited to Draco's Birthday Party, and it wasn't a trap. During their sixth year, Harry had found out that Lucius was a spy for the Order. He found this out when Lucius was bailed out of Azkaban, by none other then the manipulating Albus Dumbledore. Lucius had only been in jail for about a month. Draco and Harry had stopped going at each other's throats, and acted civilized towards each other. Even so, he still was surprised that he was being invited to their house for a party.

'Wait,'thought Harry, 'Draco's only turning sixteen. Why isn't he in Ginny's year if he's sixteen?'

"POTTER, GET YOUR ARSE BACK HERE! DID I TELL YOU TO STAY IN YOUR ROOM AND NOT WORK!" Harry jumped off of his bed and ran downstairs. He stopped right in front of his uncle. Vernon then proceeded to punch him in the gut. "Now get out of my sight and finish in the garden."

Harry tried to run out of the house, but was too hurt, so once he got out of the room, he started to walk slowly. He went back outside and started gardening without the use of one hand because of his wrist. He took off his shirt since he was getting hot and went towards the bush. As he was pruning, he got cuts all over his wrists, arms, and chest.

Lucius sat in his library, sipping his fire whiskey, when in his fireplace, a big bunch of green flames shot up and the face of Dumbledore appeared.

"Ah Lucius, my boy, I thought that I would find you here," said a very chipper Dumbledore.

"What do you want, old man?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just remembering. What do you want?" Lucius stated half truthfully.

"Well, I was hoping that you could check up on our dear Mr. Potter. He hasn't been writing his friends, or even receiving their letters. I would do it myself, but I have some pressing matters to deal with."

"Why not send Snape?" Lucius practically spat out the name.

"He's also busy. I went to him this morning before I fire called you. He told me not to tell you why he's busy though. Is there something happening between the two of you?"

"I will check on Mr. Potter this morning. Goodbye Dumbledore."

"Thank you, and goodbye Mr. Malfoy." With that, Dumbledore's head disappeared.

"I think I should take Draco. He claims that our dear Mr. Potter hasn't sent an RSVP for his birthday party yet." Lucius thought out loud to himself. He snapped his fingers and a house elf with big purple eyes that was dressed in a pillowcase appeared.

"What is it that you are wanting, Master Malfoy?"

"I would like you to retrieve my son and tell him to meet me in the room."

"Yes Master Malfoy," said the elf before he disappeared. Lucius walked swiftly out of his library, and strode down the hall. He saw his son leaning against the door to the room. Draco looked up when he heard his father's footsteps.

"Where are we going, father?" some habits were hard to break.

"Potter, are you done out there, yet?"

"Almost, Uncle Vernon."

"What do you mean almost? Get in here, boy. Why haven't you finished yet?" Harry just bowed his head and waited for the blow that was sure to come. Vernon struck Harry's other eye. During his sixth year, Harry had gotten his glasses severely broken and decided to fix his eyesight.

"Now finish soon, boy, and start on dinner!" Harry scampered out of the room holding his now bruising eye.

Harry went back to gardening and getting pricked more since he couldn't see as well. Harry was sure that he was going to need glasses again. As he was finishing he started getting drowsy and the heat was getting to him. He fainted onto the ground right by the rose bushes, and missed them by an inch.

A few minutes later, two distinctive pops were heard around Privet Drive. The two that just Apparated looked around the small backyard, but as they were examining the rose bushes, they noticed the savior of their world unconscious next to the bushes.

"Dad, I don't feel so good. Something smells really strong, but I cant tell what it is. It's making me feel faint." Lucius put his hand on his son's shoulder. He then walked over to Harry and made sure he was alive. He was still breathing, but it was very shallow. And very slow.

"Father, what's wrong with him?" Draco looked from Harry's body up to his father's face. Lucius had his eyes shut. Suddenly he opened his eyes and they were smoldering. They were darker then Draco had ever seen them, and he knew that he didn't want to be at the wrath of his father right now.

"Wait here." Draco looked down at Harry's unconscious body lying on the ground.

"Father, he needs help. He looks as if he's lost a lot of blood recently, and he seems as if he's starving." Draco looked up to see his father walking into the house in front of him. He started shaking Harry.

"Wha—Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Harry tried to sit up but just fell back again, "I don't feel good. What's happening to me?"

"I'm not sure Harry. It seems as if you have lost an excessive amount of blood recently, and that you really need to eat something. Are these muggles treating you well?" Harry just barely shook his head no. He soon closed his eyes, and was unconscious once again. This was the moment Lucius chose to walk out of the house.

"Come Draco, we're leaving. Bring Mr. Potter, we are going home."

"Who are you and why are you in my house?" asked Vernon

"Why did you hurt him?"

"What? Hurt who? What are you talking about?" Lucius just glared at Vernon, "You're one of those freaks, aren't you?"

Lucius said nothing but suddenly Vernon was bound to the chair he was sitting in.

"Vernon!" shrieked Petunia. Lucius glared at the woman; she shut her mouth and sat back in her seat.

"Now, I ask again, why did you hurt him?"

"Because he deserved it." Vernon spat.

"What did he do to deserve such a harsh punishment?" Vernon said nothing. He just smirked.

"Nothing, he did nothing but be a goddamn wizard!" Everyone was shocked at Petunia's outburst. "Now let my husband go."

"I'll let him go," Lucius said smirking, "in one minute."

Lucius murmured another spell before unbinding Vernon. The family didn't notice the extra spell. Lucius promptly turned around and walked out.

Once back in Malfoy Manor, Draco called for his house elf.

"Master Draco called?"

"Help him." Draco said pointing to the unconscious form of Harry Potter on the floor.

"Is that Harry Potter, Master Draco?"

"Yes, now help him. He has a lot of bruises and cuts."

"Yes, Master Draco." With a pop both the house elf and the body of Harry Potter were gone from the room.

"What did you tell his family?" Draco asked his father.

"I told them nothing. I only asked why they hurt Mr. Potter."

"What did they say?"

"They said that he deserved it." Lucius looked almost as sad as when he found out his wife was dead. Draco knew to change the subject. Lucius started walking out of the room, with Draco right on his heels.

"Why did that smell make me light headed?"

"Because, my dear Draco, we have found our mate. Mr. Potter seems to be our mate."

"What? You've got to be kidding me! Why him?" Draco was standing in the middle of the hall, not moving.

"Draco, we Veelas don't chose our mates, and our mates don't choose us. I don't know why the fates have chosen him as our mate, but you have to embrace it, as do I."

"Mr. Harry Potter sir, can you wake up now?" asked the house elf politely. Harry grunted. "What was that, Mr. Harry Potter sir? I didn't catch that."

"Just Harry," he said as he opened his eyes. "Just call me Harry."

"Okay, um… Harry, you have to rest for a while. You also have to eat your food every meal. You are malnourished. I have healed most of your cuts and bruises. The cut on your cheek just wont go away. I have to check on Master Draco now. Please don't get up until I get back."

"Okay," Harry said drowsily before falling back asleep. With a pop, the house elf disappeared.

"Do you still want to make a potion that will show us our mate? You can make sure that Harry is our mate."

"Okay, that's a good idea." Draco snapped his fingers and a few seconds later his house elf appeared.

"Master Draco called?"

"Yes, how is Mr. Potter feeling? Is he okay, is he sick?"

"Harry will be fine," said the elf sheepishly, "I tried to get him to be eating but he just fell back asleep. He seems to be exhausted and malnourished. He had a cut on his cheek and I healed it, but it will scar and there will be nothing I is able to be doing."

"Thank you, you can go now. Try and get Mr. Potter to eat something. When you're done with him, continue to get the hall ready for the party later." With a pop, the elf disappeared. "Draco I think that you should do three things. First talk to Sev about the potion; second, get ready for the party; and third, talk to our dear Mr. Potter. You can do the third after the party, or something like that."

"Okay, dad. I'm going to fire call Sev and ask him if he has any spare potions. Since Harry is here, it will be harder."

"Okay, I'm going to get ready for the party." The two went their separate ways to their bedchambers and get dressed. Once in his room, Draco put some floo powder into the fire and stuck his head in, calling for Severus.

"Hello, my young godson. Are you ready for your big party? I hear it's a Slytherin-Gryffindor party. Very brave soul, you are. What is it you want, Draco?" Sev said walking through the fire.

"Actually I would like some sense duller."

"I'm guessing that you came into the inheritance?"

"Yeah."

"I guess I could give you the potion. Do you know who your mate is?"

"We think we do, but we're not sure. I was also wondering if there was a potion that would tell us if he's really our mate."

"Why do you say "we"? You've never really been one for sharing, and I'm talking about your toys and quills, but something this big; your mate… I mean, most people in your situation would not share."

"So what do you want me to do, let my father die? Sev, I don't know why you two are fighting, but I don't want him to go insane and die because I was selfish over Harry."

"Harry? You mean that your mate is Harry-bloody-Potter?"

"Shit, I didn't mean to tell you that. Yes he is our mate."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I don't want your—uh—fatherto die, but I was just worried that you wouldn't want to share. Do you want to know why Lucius and I are fighting?"

"Yes, I do. And I hope that you won't keep the potion from him or myself because of what you were fighting about."

"Lucius didn't want to tell you that you were his clone—he was going to go to the Minister, and tell him to give him your mother's letter. Then he said that he would rather you be happy, rather than you having to sacrifice some of your mate to share with him."

"That's ridiculous."

"I know, and that's what I told him. I kept telling him that even if you don't want to be in a relationship with him andyour mate, you would still let him have enough time with your mate so that he wouldn't go crazy. You woulddo that, right?"

"Of course, but I don't mind being in a relationship with him. Was that it? Is that the only reason you won't give him the potion?"

"Actually no, but before I tell you this, you have to promise not to tell your father that I told you. Actually, maybe I shouldn't tell you. I'll ask your father if it's okay that I tell you this. If he says no, then I'll convince him to tell you himself."

"Why did you do that to me?" Severus just smirked. "Well I guess I should get ready for the party. Are you going to stay and just go as you are or are you going to leave and come back? You arecoming, right?"

"Yes Draco, I wouldn't miss your 16th birthday party for the world. Even though I amin a little fight with your father. I'm going to come back later. I still have to change and get your gift from the Manor."

"See you soon, Uncle Sev." Severus smiled a small smile before going back to Snape Manor through the floo.

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