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What have You Done?	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 5699 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Seventeen:

Albus sat on a chair beside his mate, his green eyes dark as they flickered from the window pane to the twisting form of Scorpius. The light outside was fading; dulling to a shade of purple that meant night was slowly falling.

His gaze landed once more on Scorpius. The Veela had not woken up that morning, despite attempts from both Albus and his family. A healer had been called from the nearest hospital to inspect the male, though it did little good and only served to set Albus on edge. His skin prickled each time he so much as moved from his mate's bedside.

He watched through narrowed eyes as the pale Veela's cheeks flushed red and the boy moaned as he twisted against the sweat-soaked sheets. Sometimes, his eyes would flicker open, usually when Albus left to use the restroom or fetch a drink of water. The Veela would stare up at his mate in confusion, a small chirrup leaving his lips in place of the questions he wanted to ask. His frustration in himself was evident.

His wings were a now permanent feature, wide and spasming with each minute that went by. Though his family tried to assure him that it was merely a fever and would work its way clear, Albus' heart had been clenched in fright for hours. Each pained whimper forced an inhuman growl from his own throat and each bird-like cry caused his fingers to twitch.

He should call mister Malfoy, let him know his son was about to die.

The thought forced Albus to rear backwards, his breath leaving him in one mournful sigh. No, he snarled inside his mind savagely, no one was going to die! There was no reason, the healer had said, why Scorpius was ill. There was no reason Fleur could see for why Scorpius was in such a state. No book on Veela gave them insight enough to know for certain that something was wrong.

Oh, but something was wrong.

Albus whined in distress as another bird-like croon of pain wracked Scorpius' frame. He moved from the chair swiftly, letting it drop with a thud behind him as he clenched pale hands together. He needed answers. He needed to know if there was anyone who could help him, anyone at all. He was blind in this and his mate was suffering for it.

With one last long glance at the sickly Veela curled up against the bed sheets, Albus drew himself up to his full height and ran from the house, careful to avoid his family members as they paced the house as though nothing was wrong.

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He awoke more rapidly than before, his pale eyes roving the room but not finding what they were looking for. A hoarse whine left his lips, the sound harsh even to his ears. He lifted his nose to sniff the air, only to find it devoid of the scent of his mate.

Where was he?

Why wasn't he here?

He needed him... He needed him...

He rolled from the bed soundlessly, his wings stretching behind him and his limbs quaking as he forced them to stand, to move. He hissed as he pulled open the windows and dropped to the soft grass behind the house, his hand rising to cup the almost invisible swell of his stomach.

He moved swiftly in the dark, his form white and weak but unseen to those who happened to glance outside. The air was cold against his skin, raising bumps on his arms and causing his breathing to speed up. He saw him as he reached the edge of the village, a pale form pacing nervously before a dark forest, his hands rising on occasion to comb through unruly black hair.

He watched his mate's frustration grow with a curious tilt to his head, confused. However, as his mate suddenly let loose a growl of agitation and forced his way past the trees and into the darkness, he raced forward, slinking into the forest a short distance from Albus.

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"Wait for the Veela guard to come to you." Albus snarled the words sarcastically, his hands reaching out to brush aside twisting branches and floating leaves as he forced his feet further and further into the forest.

He shouldn't be here. He should have never come in here but Scorpius needed help. Scorpius needed to be seen by his own kind, to be treated by Veela magic even if he was the only male among them. Surely, just being with his own kind would do him some good.

Noises fell against his ears, the twitching of foliage and the gentle brush of skin against leaves that let him know that he was not alone. He had not waited long enough. He had moved too swiftly into forbidden land and now something was stalking him, perhaps more than one something.

Still, he moved further into the forest, leaving behind the light of the setting sun and rising moon, leaving behind all light until he could barely see a foot in front of his face and still he pushed onward. The sounds were all around him now, curious whispers following him and movement above him and beside him. He was surrounded by them. Surrounded by Veela.

He gasped as a form suddenly fell in front of him, knocking him backwards. The creature held a ball of fire in one pale hand, which he stretched towards Albus' face, inspecting each feature there. With a grunt, the light was suddenly flung upwards and smashed against the canopy of trees, illuminating everything. Albus blinked against the sudden onslaught of light and tried to stand, only for a snarl to reach his ears.

"Stay down, human. You burden yourself enough just by being here."

The voice was male, soft and young and very male. Albus stared up with mouth agape, his eyes impossibly large as they took in the sight before him. The creature that stood in the clearing with him was a man no older than himself with golden hair cropped short beneath his ears and eyes a blue so pale they were almost white. Wings of white feathers fluttered from his back as he stared down at Albus and snarled once more.

An answering snarl met the first and Albus' view was suddenly obstructed by a familiar set of wings.

"Scorpius?"

The smaller Veela rumbled low in his chest in response, his silver eyes pinned on the stranger as he drew his lips back in a vicious snarl. Albus stood slowly, his hands reaching to settle on the smaller boy's shoulders. "Easy, Score, he meant no harm, I'm sure."

The golden-haired male drew his eyes away from Scorpius with reluctance; his pink lips suddenly open in disbelief and his shoulders dropping. "Forgive me," he whispered, his soft voice now the only sound in the bright clearing, as though each movement Albus had heard as he walked had belonged to this Veela alone. "I did not know you were mated to kin, both your scent and his unnerves me. You do not smell like family."

With the danger now passed, Scorpius shoulders dropped and he swayed suddenly, his eyes fluttering closed as Albus scooped the small body into his arms. The new Veela watched them with wide eyes. "Ah," he hissed, "No wonder I did not know him. He reeks of Neglect. What have you done?"

"I need your help," Albus interrupted, he took a step towards the slender Veela, his eyes pinned on the narrowed blue gaze of the male he had not expected to find. "You're like him; I need you to help him, please."

The golden-haired Veela frowned. "Where have you been living that you do not understand what is wrong? It is not I who can help him, human, it is only you."

"But I can't!" Albus yelled, a sob breaking in his throat as he stared down at Scorpius' pale face, "I don't know what to do! Please..."

The Veela sighed, his eyes softening. He shook his head slowly. "You need only feed him a portion of your blood, human. Each male Veela depends on the blood of their mate while with child or they will suffer from Neglect, an illness that causes a slow and painful death."

For a moment Albus heard only the cure and struggled to place Scorpius against the grassy floor and find a rock sharp enough to pierce the skin of his wrist. He dribbled the blood into his mate's mouth gently, his mind calming in an instant as Scorpius' mouth covered the wound and sucked. It was only as the Veela's skin became a healthier shade of pale that the stranger's words settled in Albus' mind and he suddenly choked.

"Did you just say he was pregnant?"
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