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Through the Fire	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 25825 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Summary: Harry comes into his magical inheritance on his birthday. He finds out that those thought were his most trusted are the ones that that will hurt him the most. And, the ones that he thought he could never trust are the ones that will stand with him through the fire.
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Harry Potter better known as the boy who lived, sat in his small bedroom at four Privet Drive where he stayed with his relatives every summer. His bedroom was small with all of Dudley’s old and broken toys, packed along the left side of the room. On the other side of the room was Harry bed that looked more like a cot along with a flimsy blanket to cover him at night. Harry looked around the room one last time; he never claimed it to be his because he has never considered this place his home.
Today was his seventeenth birthday. As a wizard in the magical world once you reach the age of 17 you are considered an adult. Which means he will be able to live on your own. It is also said that once you reach your age of maturity you will come into your magical inheritance. Harry did not know most about his heritage so he was not sure what he would receive magically, maybe an extra power boost.
Looking at the clock seeing that he has five minutes to go. Taking one more looked around making sure that he had everything packed. As soon as the clock stoked midnight he was going to make his escape. Living with his relatives this summer was a complete nightmare. Uncle Vernon was constantly yelling and lets not forget the beatings between he and Dudley.
There were times he wished for death, he hoped that the scars on his back would heal before the start of school. He thanked the gods for magic because he was able to heal the more visible scars on his arms and legs. His Aunt Petunia never came to his rescue; she should always look at him with hate in her eyes or laughed whenever his Uncle would beat him for any little thing.
This only brought to the forefront his distrust for Dumbledore. The time he asked Dumbledore if he could stay at Number 12 with Sirius before he died after telling him that he and his relatives did not get along very well. The old bastard told him no he had to stay there because, of the blood wards that is protecting him while he was there. Well who is going to protect him from his relatives. Thinking about Sirius Harry felt an ache in his chest thinking of how his godfather died at the end of last semester. He made a promise to himself that Bellabitch will feel the depth of his pain before he kills her.
Turning back to the clock two minutes to go. He couldn't believe it he will never have to come back here. A couple of days ago he thought about going to the Burrow. But, the way that Ron and Hermione had acted after what happened at the Department of Ministries he was not sure if he would feel welcomed. They kept ignoring him whenever he tried to talk to them. He knew for sure that Mrs. Weasley would harp at him in one breath in the next try to encourage him and Ginny to get back together. Ginny he really liked her but after she cheated on him with Dean and Seamus he could not forgive her. He has been betrayed so many times in his life. Trust is very important to him and once it’s broken you can never get it back.
That’s why he sent a letter to Neville and asked him if he could stay with him for the rest of the summer. After Nev said yes he asked him not to say anything to anyone especially Ron and Hermione. With his grandmother gone on a holiday for the rest of the summer he didn't mind having some company.
He walked over to Hedwig’s cage “go on girl, go to Neville’s I will meet you there” Looking back at the clock he realized he only had 30 seconds to go. Soon he will be able to do magic and not have the DOM breathing down his neck about underage magic.
Harry started his countdown, 5…4…3…2…1... Happy Birthday to me he said quietly to himself.
Taking wand from his pocket to shrink his trunk and Hedwig’s cage. Walking over to the bed to get his invisible cloak when a sharp pain ripped through his back. Making him gasp for a breath. Reaching down slowly to sit on the bed hoping the pain would pass. However, before he could reach the bed another pain shot through his arms and legs. Suddenly out of nowhere a blinding light ripped through the window of his room attacking Harry rendering him unconscious.
His body was lifted off his bed. His body started to change. His once unruly hair started to lengthen taking on a midnight black and bone straight texture. The scar that always connected him to Voldemort started to bleed. Black mist seeping out a face appeared in the mist and howled as if it was in pain then slowly disappeared.
Black markings like tribal tattoos started from him the left side of his neck making it’s way down to the back of his hand. On his back two slits started to bleed, skeleton bones making their way out of the slits. Silver, green and black feathers started to appear making them sparkle in the light. Once, all of the changes were finished as if a hand was holding him up the entire time, he was slowly lowered to the bed. The light disappeared and was gone in an instant as if it was not there. ____________________________________________________
Back in Scotland while the Headmaster slept soundly, the Castle known, as Hogwarts was awake shook with happiness to know that the Heir one of the founders has finally come into his inheritance. The sorting hat that usually sat on the mantle with a frown on its face smiled. The Phoenix sitting on it’s perch lifted it’s head and turned it to the side as if listening to someone whispering in his ear flapped its wing flashed out. Over at the Riddle Manor where Lord Voldemort was sleeping gasped for breath and screamed a gut wrenching sound as if someone had sent a crucio at him.
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At Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy the Prince of Slytherin had just got into bed. He thought back to his birthday had passed the previous month; he had come into his Veela inheritance. It was a family secret that the men on his father’s full blood Veela. Not only did he looked like a younger and better version of his father with golden blond hair that has been passed down to every Malfoy male, he also got his grey/blue eyes from his mother.
Before, the start of the summer his once seeker body now resembles that of a beater; with a muscled frame now standing at a height of 6’1. He would no longer be able to play seeker on the quidditch team. Using hair growth potion he lengthen his hair to the middle of his back, adding to his masculine features. As Pansy said he was sex on legs. He lifted his right hand, looking at the series of tattoos that marked arm. On his forearm you can see a winged face lion its body resembled a coiled in the form of an “S”. It had sharp eagle talons. The snake’s tail was wide and flat like that of a badger. The rest of the tattoos looked more like a blazing fire going all the up to the back of his neck.
The morning after he had woken up from his inheritance rushing to the mirror. The first thing he saw the markings. He ran to his parent’s room and burst in without knocking. Startling his parents from their sleep, showing them his arm. Taking his arm to get a closer look his father smiled, and told him not to worry. It was his mating mark. This signifies that his mate will have something similar. All Veela couples are marked in some way to identify each other. The marks also inform other Veela’s know that you are mated.
“This is a way to find the one that is your match,” Lucius Malfoy said to his son with a smile on his face. He was overjoyed that his son would have a mate. Some Veelas when they came into their magical inheritance don't get a mating mark and won't until one is born for them. Most believed Lucius Malfoy to be a cold man, in public he would cut you to the quick if you angered him. After, being threatened with the life of his wife and son by his father to take the dark mark he thought all hope was lost. With the help of his friend and brother in all but blood Severus Snape they went to Albus Dumbledore and became spies for the light side.
What he shows in public is complete different to what he shows to those who really knew him. He can be witty, kind and above all else loves his family and those he hold dear. The mask the Malfoy family wore in public was completely different from home. At home there was always laughter. The same can be said for Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. The public see’s her as a cold heartless bitch. But, at home his mother could be heard laughing throughout the manor at something her husband or son did or said.
“But, what if it is someone I don't like? What if it is someone like Harry Bloody Potter?” asked Draco. Lucius looked at his son and laughed fate wouldn't be so cruel as to make his lord enemy his son chosen mate. After thinking about it for a second Lucius stop laughing and told his son and said “even if it was Harry Bloody Potter your mother and I will be happy for you”
Draco couldn't stop thinking back on that conversation Draco did not know what he would do if Potter turned out to be his mate because to reject or be rejected by your mate is your death.
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