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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 Eighteen:

"You're a Veela."

A blonde eyebrow was quirked in his direction. "Well spotted, human."

"But you're a man."

The stranger smirked, tucking his knees further beneath his body as he watched Scorpius slump in Albus' lap, his lips stained with blood and his cheeks flushed pink. "Not hardly," he whispered, before casting a nervous look around. "Truth be told, I shouldn't even be here. My mother will have my head when she finds out how far I've strayed. Bearing male Veela are… we're not exactly a common occurance."

Albus stared, his mouth agape as he clutched the snoozing blonde closer to himself. "I bloody well know you're not! I thought he was the only one!"

The stranger chuckled, his features softer, younger now that he no longer saw them as a threat. He was, indeed, younger than Albus himself with a slighter build. "The male Veela are not so rare as that, human, but those of us with the ability to bear children are considered a gift to our mother's. A Veela bearer will always be more fertile and have powerful offspring, hence the desire to hide us from the Wizarding world. It is men such as those in your world, human, which would seek to covet us and to harbour us as instruments."

Albus groaned, one hand rubbing viciously at his brow where a headache was fast developing. "Alright, alright, so he's not the only one and he can get… pregnant…"

"Not just can, he is quite pregnant, human."

"Yes!" Albus agreed, his eyes snapping open once more, "Again, I heard you the first time I'm just… processing. And stop calling me Human, the name's Albus." Green eyes stayed shut for a moment, one tanned hand remaining firmly against Scorpius' forehead which was losing its fever quickly. "Why show yourself to me then? If male Veela must remain a secret, why jump from the trees like Tarzan and show yourself clear as day?"

The Veela blushed, a shade of pink that was almost endearing as he coughed into one small fist. "I had hoped I would be able to scare you into running away and not telling I suppose?" A wry smile, the smile of a child that had bitten off more than it could chew. Had he really felt scared of this creature?

"So you were playing Guard, straying too far from home and you got caught…You're damn lucky I'm not some Veela Hunter, kid, you could be long gone by now."

For a moment, the Veela's face lit with anger, his fierce features making him seem older now, larger, before he nodded swiftly in agreement and dissolved into tears. Albus could do little but stare. The big, scary Veela was crying. He had made the big, scary Veela cry. No, he had made a young, frightened Veela cry. Merlin, he was an ass.

He opened his mouth to quieten the other male, his eyebrows drawing down in regret, but before he could take the chance, Scorpius had shot from his arms and wrapped pale limbs around the weeping Veela. He crooned softly as he rocked the taller male, his silver eyes shut in concentration. A gentle hum left him, forcing the now obviously younger Veela to quieten and droop in the embrace, his soft sniffles the only sign of his upset.

Albus moved an inch, only for one bright silver eye to snap open and glare at him. "You are an ass." The dark-haired male held up his hands in submission, his green eyes wide "Hey, you knew that when you took me on. I didn't mean to scare the kid, Score, really I didn't. I'm sorry…"

"There is no apology needed, human," the pale-eyed Veela smiled softly, "I was a fool, and so should I be berated for it. I can only be thankful that I was seen by kin and not by an enemy, my sister should be on Guard duty and when I heard she had instead taken off with her mate, I wished to be in charge."

"What is your name?" Scorpius spoke softly, tucking a strand of pale blonde hair behind his ear as he rose to his feet and pulled the younger Veela with him. The golden-haired male was no more than an inch taller, the slender stretch of his limbs giving evidence to his youth. "Orin." he supplied with an easy smile, "My name is Orin."

Scorpius smiled, tucking his own wings against his spine with a small gasp of relief. "Well, Orin, had you not seen fit to post yourself here, I may be dead. It is thanks to you that my mate knew how to save me and so I owe you my life."

Orin's near colourless eyes grew wide, his head shaking in disbelief. "That is not so, I'm certain your mate would have figured it out…"

Scorpius shook his head, casting a soft glance at Albus whose green eyes had become bright. "He would not. I would not. I would have died a horrible death and for saving me, I will always be grateful to you, Orin. I am considered the only male Veela in the world, and so it shall remain that way to keep you and yours safe. We will leave tonight, with your kin none the wiser of us being here."

Orin's pale face became flushed. "No, no, I insist you will be most welcome to our nest. There will be food and drink and even your wizard mate shall be welcome, though there are those who would oppose such a bonding, it is not the majority of us I assure you."

Albus' brow drew down in a frown, his mind lingering not on the plea of welcome, but on the gentle insinuation that Veela would look down upon mating with a wizard. He had never even considered such a thing. All his life he had known only females of Scorpius' kind to exist, and so they would be dependant upon the wizarding world to produce offspring, however with the knowledge that males did exist, this was not the case. Uncommon as they may be, they existed still and so why should there not be the few extremists who demanded blood purity? It had happened in the Wizarding world with muggles hadn't it? His lips twisted at the thought, before he focused once more on the present. Scorpius was speaking, his smile soft. "Thank you, but we have family at home that will be missing us soon and I will not get you into anymore trouble than I already have by letting my mate stumble in here."

"Oi…"

"We will go," Scorpius cast a wry smile in his mate's direction, his hand lifting to clasp Albus' and tug him back in the direction they had come from what felt like a millennia ago. Orin watched them depart with a small smile, his hand lifting in a single wave before he took to the trees in one powerful sweep of his wings.

Scorpius sighed wistfully as he turned to walk swiftly from the forest. "I really need to learn that whole flying business…"

Albus laughed, wrapping an arm around his slender mate and squeezing, perhaps a might harder than was called for, but Scorpius' plain words of how death was upon him had spooked the Gryffindor to the core. "Eventually, love, but not until afterwards, I doubt flying will be good for the baby."

Scorpius' snub nose wrinkled, his lips tilting in a small, confused laugh. "What baby?"

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Orin made his way back to the Nest through the treetops, making sure his trail was scattered and broken, the trail of a boy who had gone for a wild flight in a spur of teenage madness, rather than on a direct route to the Guard post.

He breathed a soft sigh of relief as he entered the copse where his family and friends survived, in simple homes by a rushing river that disappeared some miles away into a break in the forest floor. Perhaps it lead to a cave… Orin had often daydreamed of sneaking into such a place, was he not so certain that his mother would kill him should he go and… well, kill himself.

He cast an easy salute to the people wandering around, his mind, for the first time in a long while, on the very obvious way the females of his Nest outnumbered the amount of male Veela. There were other males that Veela could bond to, naturally; fae being the most sought after. Veela males, however, seemed to crop up one to every fifty women, only a paltry few of those capable of producing a child and often most were lost to the pains of Childbirth. Bonding with wizard males above one's own kind, now that was another matter entirely.

Orin had known only one Veela who had dared bond to a male wizard and bring him home to live in their Nest and that had been his dear cousin. After she had died from sickness, taking her unborn child with her, the human had fled, though it had never been fully known to Orin whether that had been because of grief, or fear. Most often, a female Veela willing to bond to a human left the Nest, and never returned home. Offspring of such a copulation always smelled odd, and unwelcome, or so that was what he had been told.

Albus had not smelled odd though. He had smelled of a rather perfect blend of kin and curiosity; as though the small Veela's essence had imprinted onto him and made him welcome. Perhaps it was the Veela, and not the wizard, who was so special?

Orin's musings were cut short abruptly as he was tackled from one side by his sister's mate, a Veela by the name of Kern who outweighed him by far too much and who he often managed to avoid. His daydreaming, however, dampened his senses and he shrieked as he was clasped firmly around the waist and lifted into the air.

"Put me down, you horrific brute!" he wailed the insult, though laughter threatened his stern scowl, "I'll tell Mira you seek to take advantage of her dear brother!"

Kern's deep laugh vibrated through him, setting his teeth on edge. He released him with a swift ruffle of his golden hair, earning himself a growl of discontent from the smaller male. "Peace, youngling," Kern watched him with smiling brown eyes, his white-blonde hair unruly from what Orin could only imagine had been a romp in the woods with his older sister. He wrinkled his nose at the sight, "You look indecent even fully clothed Kern."

The large male laughed, his unclothed chest heaving with his chuckles as he cocked an eyebrow in Orin's direction. "One would think were propositioning me, little one."

"One would think you're a bad influence on my baby brother."

Mira had arrived, her tawny hair just as unkempt as her mate's and her near colourless eyes narrowed on Kern. The Veela in question merely shrugged, his smile wide as he watched the beautiful, sun-coloured female advance steadily on her sibling. She drew a sharp breath in as she reached him, her pale eyes narrowing further.

"Where have you been?"

"About, sister," Orin spoke at once, his spine rigid as he watched his sister's curious gaze, "I took a wander in the forest, not too far from home I can assure you."

Mira looked as though she did not believe him, one silken eyebrow raised in disbelief. "You smell bizarre."

Kern's brow furrowed at this point, his great stance leaning forward to inhale Orin's scent fully and causing the slender male to cringe. Kern's dark eyes grew wide, his stare pinning the bearer in place dangerously. "Where have you been?" he hissed.

"Kern!" Mira snarled, "you'll not speak to him in such a manner! If it pleases Orin to run wild with a myriad of strange animals, so be it! I trust my brother not to stray so far as to come into contact with… humans."

She fixed Orin with a steely glare, one hand restraining her mate who looked near desperate to cover Orin's scent with his own, if only to take away the scent of the unknown. "I suggest you go bathe, Orin, swiftly before Mother catches hold of you. You will not escape her questioning so easily and I forbid you from leaving this Nest unescorted."

"But…"

"Now!" Mira snarled, watching her brother take off and wind a path through the few people present towards the river. She turned to her mate, her colourless eyes fixed on his. "No word of this shall reach the Council, Kern."

"But he smelled of human, Mira!" the taller man hissed, his gaze dark, "If your brother has compromised the secret of the male Veela or humans have trespassed into our forest, it must be known!"

Mira tsked at him, her upper lip curled to show sharp teeth. "He smelled of what we could assume was human, but it did not smell as so, Kern. You know as well as I that whatever was around him smelled also of kin, perhaps a descendant offspring of a veela and wizard stumbled into the forest, there was no harm in what he met."

"So be it, Mira," Kern submitted wearily, "my apologies but the scent was one I could not place and I over reacted. Should this occur again, though, know that I will go to the Council. I am a protector and I shall do what I must."

Mira backed down with a scowl. "It will not happen again."
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