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Love of a Dragon\'s Daughter:The Legacy	By : Dramionepurehearts Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/n Hello back with another chapter. Hope you like there are songs in here hidden in the chapter see if you can find them as well as one obvious song. So enjoy and as always read and review. J
          Lady Violet tells Astrid to bring me in and then to leave. Astrid brings me in and drops me on the floor. She does leave after that. “No, I want you to face me.” She says then she levitates me into a standing position since I am too weak to stand on my own. “Now you and your friends were among the hardest to capture, but I would expect nothing less of the daughter of the Brightest witch of the age.” Oh my goodness how does she know?! “ Yes, I know that you are the missing Professor Granger’s daughter. Its not hard to connect the dots when you are the smartest witch of the Generation. Now Lets undo this glimmer that you must be under shall we?” She says but doesn’t wait for an answer. “ Finite incantam.” She says and warm bubbles within come over me and soon fade away. I am now two inches shorter. My worn bra feels too tight. Interesting wasn’t expecting that change. My hair now looks like mums on a good day. “ I remember you now as a child Granger. You were even at the battle of Hogwarts , you were just a toddler then. Has it really been about eleven years since then? My how time flies when you are an immortal. Anyway, its time to turn you into the hands of your new master. “ New master?1 What the heck kind of change has Hogwarts gone through in my absence from it?! Lady Violet calls for another Neo-Deatheater. Pamela Goyle walks in. How laughable. She isn’t that good of a witch. She must be a pathetic excuse for a neo-deatheater. “Miss Goyle take and prepare miss Granger for her new master.” “ Miss Granger? I thought Astrid brought Miss Rose to you.” “You Fool! Miss Rose has been Professor Granger’s daughter in disguise. Now do as I say!” Lady Violet says in annoyance. I have been annoyed with Pamela for years welcome to the club not that I want to be in any sort of club with you. “Yes . I’m sorry Lady Vi forgive me.” Pammy quivers in fear as she takes me from the room. She takes me to the girls bathroom to wash me. She strips me with her wand. I am surprise that she did the spell properly as I watch my raggedy clothing flies off by itself. I look as Pamela’s face turns to one of horrified shock.
          “Oh Bloody Merlin’s beard! Why did you get blessed with such a huge chest?!” Pammy shrieks. Oh I don’t know genetics maybe.. “ What’s the matter Pammy yours not quite up to par?” I say with a smirk that could rival even my father’s. “Shut up Mudblood! She shouts in annoyance and shoves me into the tub. Then roughly scrubs my body leaving angry red marks all along my skin. She also roughly pulls and scrubs my head and hair and she starts to wash my hair. I guess she notice know a spell to do this so that she doesn’t have to touch me. After she is finished with my hair she dries me off using a simple drying spell. Then she waves her wand and I’m dressed. Though I feel a lot of air. I look at myself and I scream in horror at what I was dressed in. What in this world am I wearing?! Its like a playboy version of my school uniform. I have never warn something so revealing as this before. I think my mum would have a heart attack if she were to see me right now. Pammy then clasps a locket necklace on me. Though I don’t think its meant as a gift. “This doesn’t allow you to use a wand unless your master gives you permission. I think it does something else but I don’t remember what that was. Lets go!” She says the last part in impatience. Am I some kind of slave now that my rights to my own wand have been forcibly taken away. And I am not surprised she doesn’t remember something. She is always forgetting something no matter how important it may be. Since I am still week from many days of practically on going torture she mostly drags me to someone’s private dorm room. This person must be a Slytherin. I’m not surprised, With Lady Violet as headmistress it would make sense that Slytherin’s would be given the best of everything even rooms. I wouldn’t be surprised if this used to be a prefects room or even a head boy’s room before the school was overran. She throws me to the floor. I already knew the landing was going to hurt before I even hit the ground. “Well, your Master isn’t here yet. Pity for you. But I might as well have as much fun as possible with you.” She says looking almost crazed though great Aunt Bellatrix still beats her in the crazed looks department. Pammy points her wand and me and uses an unforgivable on me that for once makes me fear what may happen.
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I just left lady Vi’s apparently she is pleased with me. Though I am glad she is pleased with my I don’t have a clue why. I just do what I have always done which is what I’m told. She also told me that she has a gift for me, which is nice and all but the ultimate gift would be my mate. I unfortunately have come into my Veela inheritance early. I didn’t even know that I was going to get the gene. My mother doesn’t have it. And though it is present on my father’s side only a one family member has received the gene and has become a Veela in like 300 years or more. And I came into my inheritance last year and I’m almost out of time to mark and mate with my mate, I will die very soon. I have been becoming increasingly miserable and weak lately. My Veela is getting impossible to control. Nearing my dorm a new scent awakes me. I sniff the air and my inner Veela comes alive with a vengeance. I am smelling the wonderful scent of my mate. For the first time in a long time a smile finds its place on my lips for my mate was right inside my door. My inner Veela wouldn’t let me wait as I push open the door. To a shocking and maddening sight. Pammy was getting eaten out by another girl that had to be my mate. For I know for a fact that Pammy is not my mate. “Oh Yes! I know that you’re a Granger, But I know you as Rose so I’m going to continue to call you Rose! Yes You are a filthy Mudblood!” Pammy gasps. Rose is my mate and she’s a Granger? But she is my mate and she is eating out the annoying specimen that happens to be female in my dorm. At first I am angry at my mate. Then Rose or Granger comes up for air and I realize that her eyes are all wrong. She is under the influence of the Imperlious curse. I growl in anger as my nails growl long and pointy and I try to fight against my wings coming out I don’t want Pammy knowing what I am. I go in-between them. “ Cant you wait your turn? I promise that she will still be able to be used when I’m done.” “NO!” I growl louder then before and Pammy looks up at me really seeing me for the first time. She becomes afraid. “Wha.. What are you?!” She stammers in fear. “That’s none of your concern!” I yell and then pick her up and throw her against the wall.
          “Break the curse now or you will be the sorriest you have ever been!” I yell in anger as Rose/Granger still under the effects of the unforgivable is still trying to reach Pammy but I hold her back as I threaten Pammy with my wand. She knows that I am Leagues more skilled with my wand then she will ever be with hers. “ Fine!” Pammy says completely afraid of me or what I might do. She breaks the curse then. Rose/Granger stops fighting me and falls to the floor. Apparently, to weak to even stand. I feel that she has been badly tortured which causes me to get even more angry as I grow in concern for her. I can feel that she feels completely mortified at what she was forced to do and she fighting the need to cry. But failing as a couple tears fall down her cheeks. I push Pammy out the door and lock her out. I then set a silent charm. I put on a mask I don’t know why I guess because I feel like I have to. “So you’re a Granger, the girl I met as a child aren’t you full of surprises.” I look at my mate in appreciation, my Veela agrees. I quickly do as spell that will allow her to stand on her own, since apparently she is too weak from all the torture that she had received. I nearly growl at the thought of the other Slytherin that had to have tortured her. Unfortunately, now I have a part to play. I need to mark her and mate her. I have to become the bad guy here. The thought of hurting her brought a stab of pain through my heart. But I am running out of time. I don’t want to die especially since she is here now. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her. I’m sorry my love. “Now I have some needs that have to be fulfilled.” I said making myself sound arrogant and above all. Drawing inspiration from the man that I am have been made to be like since the day I was born. I nearly wince as I see the fear appearing in her eyes as well as feeling it inside of her. I’m sorry Angelia, but this is who I have to be for both of our sakes. Plus I don’t want to die. Please understand. Not that I think she would just let me die. Damnmit! This is so complicated! Why does life have to be this complicated?
          I pay attention to Angelia once again and I notice that she is turning red. It has to be because she is wearing that skimpy little outfit that definitely doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Its hell not to take her now. But at the same time its hell knowing that I have to take her this way. This is not what I imagined our first time to be like. Yes I have imagined what it would be like to sleep with Angelia. I am a teenage boy after all. I really don’t want to take her like this. But really what choice do I have? “What do you need me to do Dracen?” Said the soft trembling voice of my sweet angel showing her Gryffindor courage. I sense that she has an idea of what I’m wanting of her and she wants to cry. I’m so sorry. I’ve got to do this even if I hate myself for it. “You will do everything that I tell you to do. And if you refuse I will use the Imperlious curse on you. And that wont make it as fun for either of us. Do you understand me?” I telling her praying that she wont refuse me. I don’t want to use the curse on her. Its bad enough to have to take her like this. It will be far worse it I have to make her with the curse I really would never forgive myself then. She nods her tears are so close to spilling out. I hate this. “Good. Now take off that sexy little uniform.” I tell her with a smirk. Hating so much the role I have to play. But I nearly fall over in the next moment. Sweet Mercy! She actually starts to remove her outfit. Its impossible not to watch her every moment as her fingers move to remove her outfit slowly. “ Dracen am I allowed to speak?” She says softly fighting the tears that are sure to fall soon. I feel another stab of pain in my heart. I think I already hate what I’ve become. “Yes, as long as it doesn’t kill my mood.” I feel like such an animal. Like such a monster. And I cant escape this hell. Will I ever wake up from this nightmare of having to hurt my mate, the girl I think I have been fighting not to love since day one. “If we are to do this.. You know.. aren’t you going to lose your clothes too?” She says stuttering shocking me again. How did I ever deserve someone as perfect as this? I couldn’t have yet somehow I have her. And yet I’m scared that I am going to taint her with my darkness. The darkest side of me, the side that I have never let her see. The side that I have had caged inside since I was little when the darkness got to me. “If You wanted to see me naked love, You need only to ask.” I say with a smirk like I’m God’s gift to humanity. Even though I know I’m the furthest thing from that. More like the devil’s spawn.
          I am starting not to be able to control the dark side of me. The Animal. The Monster. Or my inner Veela. This is getting too much to fight. I’m starting to drown. The monster is coming awake. I feel it deep within, now its just within the skin. The animal within me was created when I was a child and I fear no one will be able to change it. “So Dracen what is it that you want me to do?” She says once both of us are completely stripped. How is she able to focus on just my eyes. OH SHIT! “Get on the bed!” The monster says with more force then both my Veela and I wanted. Her eyes go wide in complete fear. I’m sorry my love but the nightmare has just begun. She gets on the bed. “Now what Dracen?” She says trembling in fear. “Now I’m going to take you!” The Monster says in control. I’ve kept it caged for too long, I can’t control it now. It’s in my body and in my head. I hate them for making me like this. Why did they let the monster have me? I was just a kid. And now I’m the one having to pay the price. My mate does too. Oh Merlin! I wish I can save her from this pain and this nightmare. I can feel that she doesn’t want this, especially not like this. I wonder if she still likes me. I remember in second year how she was forced to admit it. I knew then I wasn’t alone. In Liking and caring for someone that I shouldn’t. Well, I bet this monster inside is going to make her hate me now. The monster is really making this hell. More so then if I was simply fighting my Veela. But fighting them both has worn me down. Now the monster is in control. I am still fighting it but it pays me no mind. I get on top of her. The Veela within me has now lost control my Veela needs this or we will die. The Veela joins the monster in this. Because I struggle against what they are doing. I grasp her breast in one hand and my other hand finds her center. I stick some fingers in. I really cant stop. “Aaahh!” Angelia cries out. Her green eyes look almost gold now. What? That cant be right that must be a trick of light or something. Then I bite her partially on her breast. Marking her as mine as I do the same to her inner thigh. Before I get to mate though she bites me too. In my Neck and before I can stop her to my inner thigh as well. Well I never took her for a biter. I slap her. Only because I had to because of who I have to be. Well, that and the monster wanted to do that. Then I align myself with her entrance and force myself in. She cries out. Sorry love. You now see the secret side of me the one that’s usually under lock and key. Now he is out and he is tearing me up and he is hell bent on breaking me down. If he keeps hurting her he will succeed.
          I hate this right here. I am enjoying being inside her don’t get me wrong. But I hate that it has to be this way with the monster. Its been hiding in the dark for so long. I remember as I child being afraid of the dark because the monster was there. Then the monster got to me and is a part of me. I am no longer afraid of the dark. I’m afraid of me. It’s teeth are razor sharp, sharper then my Veela teeth. I fear that there is no escape for me. It wants my soul, it wants my heart. I keep screaming inside myself hoping that she might hear me. Maybe its just a dream. No one can save me. But I wish someone could and help me believe that its not the real me. Even though the monster has been a part of me for so long. I am still screaming inside fighting for control of this nightmare, fearing I may never get. Hear me! Hear me! Hear me Please! I don’t want to live in the dark with this monster! Then she looks up and me suddenly watching me through her tears. What just happened? Can I even hope that maybe just maybe she had heard me in here? Even though no one ever does or ever has. She seems to glow with a light that I have never seen before. So beautiful. I wonder if she could be my light, my salvation. OR will I continue to have to live with this monster. That I try so hard to keep caged but comes out when it is strong just like it had just now. I wonder if she is the dream that I am not supposed to have. But she is my mate and that has to mean something.
Later
I finish and the monster has calmed and has gone back to sleep so to speak. I am in control once again. I roll off my mate and lay next to her. Please don’t hate me. I couldn’t control that. Sometimes I cant control the monster that lives within. ‘This hurts so bad. My mate must really hate me if he raped me and took my virginity from me. I would have gave it willingly when I was ready. I could have sworn I heard him scream earlier but it seems like I imagined it. Because when I looked at his face he was still enjoying himself. I’m so confused by that. I think my mate hates me. This must be what it is like for my mum.’ I hear in my head and I look at her. She is still silently crying. I must have heard it from her head. I jump up in realization of what I heard. Bloody Merlin’s Beard! She was a virgin! I wouldn’t have thought of doing it like this if I knew even if it was at my own expense. Damnmit! I go into the bathroom trying to think. I look down Shit! Her blood is on my penus. It looks like I tore her. And what does she mean about mate? Does she know what I am. I conjure a wet cloth. I get back it to bed and touch her. “ Dracen can you please give me a chance to rest? I promise we can to whatever you want after, master.” She says through her tears. I feel her pain on top of my own. The joys of being a Veela.
          I need to show her the side of me I want her to know. The Veela wont allow me to be cruel to her anymore. “I just want to clean you. I so sorry Angelia I swear that I didn’t know that you were a virgin.” I say gently. She softens a bit. “It’s alright.” She says still crying. “No. Its not Angelia. I’ve hurt you and I shouldn’t have. I cant be that way with you anymore. Knowing that I have hurt you so much causes me a lot of pain.” Angelia looks at me in confusion. “ I am a Veela. And Angelia you are my mate. I came into my inheritance in January last year when I turned thirteen. I ‘ve been on a drought to prolong my life and it was starting not to take effect anymore. Those can only keep you alive for a while. And I know that I came into my inheritance early. Trust me I was surprised too.” I said knowing I was babbling a bit. I just wanted so badly for her to understand. I look in her eyes and I can see that she is silently laughing at me. “That’s not that early.” She says. “ What do you mean? The age is normally seventeen and I came into my inheritance four years too early?” I asked confused. “I know what the age normally is. It’s not that early because I came into my inheritance even earlier.” She says. She’s one too?! Crap what if I am not her mate. “ You’re a Veela? When did you come into your inheritance?” “Yes I am a Veela. I came into my inheritance when I turned ten. You have no idea how hard it was for me. Knowing that you were my mate all this time, I couldn’t allow myself to go to you, I couldn’t protect you, and I couldn’t be with you like I was meant to because of how things are. Because of the war of our parents. Never mind the fact that we were both too young.” “Umm.. How in the world are you still alive?!” I ask in complete shock that she has been a Veela pretty much since we started school. “ My mum made me a special drought to help control my symptoms, and prolong my life. Though the drought didn’t really help me control my Veela much. Sorry that I bit you earlier. I’ve been off my drought for a long time and I possibly only had hours left.” She says looking down.
          She still thinks that I hate her. “ Angelia, Don’t you know that it is physically impossible for a Veela to hate their mate and two I’ve never truly hated you. I had to play a part. Pretend to be who I was supposed to. Also I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met. I was so confused when I found myself liking Rose and caring about her with the same intensity. Now I know why you and Rose are the same person. We were always meant to be. Even if this war forbids it you are my Angel, Angelia.” So what now Dracen? We have to pretend we are not mate?” She asks completely upset with it. I am too. “ We must we are in the middle of a war.” “And History is repeating itself. When does the cycle over end?” She says with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. I put my hand on her arm caressing her trying to give her comfort. “What do you mean by that?” “ Dracen are you still under that spell where you cant tell anyone who your father is or acknowledge him in any way as your father?” “No. But I still cant tell anyone. But I promise that you will be the first to know.” It’s okay. I’m no longer under that spell either. And you really think that your father would cause a scandal?” She says. She must be going to tell. “My father doesn’t even know.” “How does he not know about you?” “I will explain it to you how it all is.” ‘All you have to do is listen to everything I say before asking any questions.’ She says in my head. “Okay I am listening.” “ My father is a deatheater and a professor here. My father is a Veela but my mum made so he wouldn’t feel it or even know about that. My mum created a strong memory modification spell and made it so that he wouldn’t remember there even was a them much less a me. She changed a lot of his memories so that he would believe that he is a dedicated deatheater. Mum has been hurt by father constantly through the Veela bond by him knowingly cheating on her. Or when he would get punished, she would feel it all. And still does.” ‘If Angelia has been a Veela for that long she must have felt all the times I have been punished. I wonder if she felt it when I was raped last year.’ “I will talk to you about that after. My father is who everyone wants you to be Dracen. My Father is the one and only Draco Malfoy.” “That really is a scandal a huge one. Don’t worry love I wont tell anyone not even him.” “Thanks Dracen.” She says with a smile.
Then I remember the time. “Oh Merlin! We have to get to class or we will be late!” I grab my wand and I dress her in her uniform with it. Now I really don’t like it as much now since now everyone was going to see her in it. I grab her wand from where it appeared and shoved it the pocket opposite where I keep my wand. I dress myself with my own wand not having the time to actually dress myself. I put the spell on her that allows her to stand and move normally. “ You’re expected to carry my stuff.” I tell her not liking this one bit. “Then I will.” She says taking it from me. She really is a true Gryffindor. We run off to make it to double potions and we make it just in time. Walking into class, I feel her anxiety. It must be really hard to have to dress like that in front of everyone and especially in front of her father. He still is teaching potions. I wonder how she has dealt with it all these years. Her father looking at her like she is just a Mudblood when she is not even one. And she has never had him as a father figure either. And I’ve had two father figures even if they are horrible examples for me. Well, one is and one is just under a spell to be like that. I’ve still had two father figures in my life including one I’m not supposed to talk about. How is that fair? She has had no one in that position her whole life because of a stupid war. The second war of our parents. I wonder if her parents felt like this in the first one. Forced to be in a war they want nothing to do with and forced to be enemies when all they want to do is love each other. The agony of the life we have. If that’s what it was like for them I understand what it was like for them for its forced on us now. I look at Angelia take in what’s going on around her. She sees students on the floor, they are all slaves like her. She knows now what is expected of her. She has to sit on the ground next to me her master as if she were beneath me. But if anything I am beneath her. I take a seat and she sits next to me on the floor wearing a mask of indifference. I can tell though this is bothering her. This whole situation is bothering her, it’s really bothering me. Professor Malfoy notices her when he turns to address the class for the first time. I cant tell what he may be thinking though. But I know that my mate is struggling not to cry, at her father seeing her like this. “Miss Granger, Well, I haven’t seen you in years. I thought you were in an American school and now you are here. That is curious.” Her father says clearly in confusion over this.
I decide to clear it up for him since its no doubt that he would be told anyway I just think this way is better than any other way. I raise my hand. “Professor Malfoy?” “Yes Mr. Parkinson?” “ You have seen her in recent years professor. In fact you saw her at the start of last term. Miss Granger was under a glimmer disguise as Miss Rose. What I have gathered it was meant as protection.” I told him that part I somehow felt just now. This Veela thing is going to take a lot to get used to. “Fascinating. Honestly that does explain a lot about our ‘Brightest witch of the Generation.” He says. A few snickers can be heard around the room from the Slytherin Masters And a few Ravenclaw masters that have proved loyal to this side of the war. I wonder though how I never thought about that? My Angel is the brightest witch of the Generation, how did I not connected the dots to Professor Granger the brightest witch of the Age. Especially since Professor Granger was her mentor. ‘No one was meant to figure it out. Mum made it so utterly simple that no one would even think that that was the case. And no one has besides Lady Violet so don’t feel bad Dray.’ She says in my head and we turn our attention to her father. That concept is still so strange for me. But we do. And My mate learns the hard way what it is meant to be a slave. I have to be cruel, I have to be like the darkest part of me. But its just pretend. I don’t mean it when I call her a Mudblood whore. I don’t mean it when I slap her about like the other masters do. In fact I just make it look rough when in fact its very gentle but its killing me inside. And to use her as a Guinea pig for all my potions whether they are a success or not. Even though I try to painstakingly make sure they are all correct sometimes I make mistakes and she has been forced to pay the price. That’s what happened today. I was supposed to make a Calming Draught. But somehow I made a Bulgeye Potion instead. Oh Merlin! I nearly screamed myself as I felt the painful affect as if it were happening to my own eyes. Her eyes swelled so bad and so red that it made it difficult for her to see. How in the hell did I make a Bulgeye potion instead of a calming drought? Professor Malfoy thankfully had the antidote on hand. But unfortunately it took six hours to take effect. I feel so bad. And she doesn’t even blame me. Thank makes me feel even worse.
Later
          It’s been a month and my mate and I have fallen into routine. A painful routine of hating each other in public and loving each other behind closed doors. It hurts so badly to treat her the way that I have to when we leave my dorm. I’m just glad that my dorm is private, so that I can make it up to her the only way that I can. Its misery for us though. And the monster within me I have tried so hard to keep caged inside has come out a few times. Killing me by being rougher with her then necessary. And I know that she has no idea what causes the sudden change. Why I go from gentle and loving, to rough and cruel so fast seemingly. I hate to be forced to be that way with her. I hate making her cry. It causes me so much pain that when the monster gives me back control I cry. She thinks its because I’m stressed out because of my upbringing and now because of the double life that I’m living. I hate to tell her that it’s a part of the that’s here to stay unless she someone finds a way to save me from the monster inside of me. Right now I am leading her To DADA, which Lady Vi still teaches despite now being headmistress now. I think she just enjoys the job far more then she should. I notice that Professor Malfoy is here, Lady Vi must have asked him to assist her today. I wonder what is happening, I wonder what she is going to do today that she would need an assistant. I feel fear and I realize that it is Angel’s. She is afraid of what may happen shortly. ‘It will be okay love.’ ‘ I sure hope so my Dragon. I’ve got a real bad feeling.’ I don’t know what to say to that, that would calm her. “ Today the slaves get to participate in today’s lesson. You slaves should feel honored. Master’s give your slaves their wands they have to use them today. Make sure you give them verbal permission to use them or else their lockets or bracelets wont allow them to use them.” Professor Malfoy says surprising me because I thought that Lady Vi would be the one to tell us these directions. Lady Vi was setting up the room. Now I’m afraid because it now looks like a battlefield instead of a classroom. I take my mates wand out of my pocket and thrust it in her hand making it look far more forceful then it actually was. I really hate this. “Use your wand to the best of your ability.” I tell her and her wand lights up for a couple of seconds and then the light fades away. That was strange. “ Now Slaves, you are no longer loyal to your house, you are loyal to your master. You have to protect them in battle. And if they are injured heal them to the best of your ability if you know the right spells. If you don’t know healing spells some basic ones are written on the board. Try them out. And if your master or someone that is on your master’s team tells you to attack someone on the opposite team. Do it! Do it with whatever spell they tell you to use.” Lady Vi says scaring many slaves especially the younger ones. Lady Vi then separates us into two teams, Serpents and Death.
It seems like I will always be stuck with one label or the other. Pammy is on team death, I thankfully, am on team Serpents. I would really hate to be on her team. Then the simulation battle begun. As spells and curses flew across the room my angel didn’t let a single one hit me. She even sent spells back out against those that were attacking us. This frustrated team Death to no end. I smirk at this. With my mate’s help I corner Pammy. Why she was the leader of her team I shall never know she has no real skill or intelligence. “Imperio!” I shout at Pammy and I control her with the curse. I make her act like a retarded cat that keeps bumping into the wall as if they think the wall is just going to disappear. I know this is childish and immature. But I cant help it. I rarely ever get to have any fun. ‘I thought we were having a lot of fun Dragon.’ Angel practically purrs in my head. ‘I don’t mean that kind of fun love. You fulfill that kind of fun completely. I meant childish fun. I never really got to act like a child.’ ‘I can understand that love.’ ‘Lets help each other feel better later love.’ You got it Dragon.’ She says still guarding me from all attacks coming at me and sending out many of her own. She is a great protector, making me feel like this is wrong I should be protecting her. I look at see that Hawk was attacking a lot of the slaves knowing that was the main source of protection of the main members of the opposing team. I feel bad some of the slaves are first and second years they haven’t yet learned good defense and offensive spells. They know very basic spells if any. Third years and up learn better spells that are useful in battle. Some Neo-deatheaters have taken to using their slaves as shields. Which is beyond messed up. And I am expected to be like that. The whole room is chaos and Lady Vi is just watching it like she is watching a movie. Professor Malfoy actually seems like he is trying to make sure that no one gets killed. The first year slaves especially the ones that don’t know any spells are running around screaming trying to hide. Completely pissing off their master’s that don’t care that they don’t know the right spells for this all they care about is that their slaves aren’t doing what they were told. And I realize that when a slave disobeys their master their lockets or bracelet does something to them. Like something that hurts a lot I don’t even know but I just know that it is wrong. Because what do you expect from frighten young ones that don’t yet know how to do what their master’s command of them? They have never been in a battle simulation and they have not yet been taught the proper spells that they would have to use.
My Angel is working to secretly help them while helping me. Straining herself to do both. I can see Professor Granger in her now. Because that is exactly what her mum would have done in the situation. But this rebellion is dangerous and the rebellion against what she was told is a Slytherin trait that she has gotten from her father. ‘Is my being like my mum a good thing or a bad thing?’ ‘Both love. I’m scared for you especially if you are caught.’ I tell her honestly. ‘ I am too my love. But I’m more afraid for them. They are just children.’ ‘So were we when we were placed in the middle of our parents war.’ I told her bringing up a fact that she herself had mentioned many times before. ‘ That’s true, but torturing them in front of us is wrong in every way. It shouldn’t be this way.’ I frown and focus my attention on Astrid who I can see through a flashback of my mate’s had tortured my Angel for days before she was brought to me. Perfect, I can defend my mate under the guise that we are on different teams. I start cursing her and she cant fight me off real well and she cant seem to hit me with a single spell. ‘ You don’t have to do this Dragon.’ ‘Yes I do. I will protect you and defend you till the end.’ I tell her as I continue cursing Astrid wishing I can do far worse to her. “Granger Curse Turten.” Hawk says referring to a first year slave on the opposing team. Oh No! This wont end well. “You curse him.” Hawk says repeating himself assuming that Angel couldn’t hear him. “It doesn’t have to be a painful curse it could be something light.” I sneer as I silently beg her to curse the child. Even though I know that she wont. “I cant!” She is freaking out at being asked to do something that completely goes against what she believes in. The Locket around her neck starts causing her pain. Man that is horrible. That is cruel. The Lockets and bracelets must be bound by powerful dark magic. “Stop! Enough!” Lady Vi says causing all to cease then she comes over to us. “Granger! You are not only insolent to a team mate but you have also disrespected your master! You will be punished.” She glares at Angel making her fall to the ground in agony I can feel. She had increased the lockets punishment. “Dracen tell her that she cant use her wand.” She says and I cant not do as she ask. “You cant use your bloody wand.” I say coldly in false annoyance. I watch as the wand glows red and burns her. Ouch! “Now take her wand away.” I do and shove it in my pocket in false frustration. Then Lady Vi turns to professor Malfy. “ Draco, take miss Granger and serve her punishment. Make her learns what it means to be a slave and to follow orders.” This is really wrong. I watch as Professor Malfoy picks up Angel roughly. Angel is about to get tormented by her own father now. Can fate really be so cruel? “Dracen you may go to your dorm, until your slave is returned to you.” Good I’m allowed to leave I wouldn’t know how to explain why I’m screaming on the floor in agony when no one is attacking me. “ Lady Vi, may I please use the floo?” “ Certainly help yourself.” She says in a tone I’m guessing is meant to be kind. But she doesn’t know how to be kind. I go to the floo and the last thing I see is Angel being led out of the room by her father, as my wings start to emerge.
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          This is so very wrong. I’m going to be tortured by my own father and my mate is going to feel it all. We turn the corner and I realized we aren’t going to go to the dungeons like I thought. I can feel my mate transforming into his Veela form at my impending danger. He is going to have a hard time not protecting me. I know what its like I fought with my Veela for years. “Professor?” “Yes miss Granger?” “Where are we going?” “ Im sure you are familiar with the room of requirement.” He said which echoed through my mind as I thought of how I set up the room to look like whenever I willed it to. This is my big chance I can try to get my father back. I am well trained in wandless magic. I can do this. I must do this. We walk into the room and I make it so that no one else can enter the room. Then I set a charm that would make it seem like I am being tortured no matter what actually is happening. He throws me to the ground suddenly. “Crucio!” I scream as I fall to the ground in pain feeling my mate do the same. Then my Veela senses something as I come to a realization. I’m pregnant. Okay I have to stop this especially for my babies sake. Using wandless magic I say the counter curse and put up a protective barrier. Shocking my father completely. ‘Enough of this! It’s time you know the complete truth.’ I say in my father’s head shocking him even more. “ How are you in my head? I am well trained in Occlumency.” “I know you are. I am too. Anyway there is something that you should know.” “And what would that be Mudblood.” He says with a smirk. “For one thing I am not a Mudblood I’ve never been. And two you are under a spell that I’m going to break.” “You know who your father is?” He asks incredulously. I know that he has wanted to know this factor of my life since we met while under the spell. “ Yes I do know.” “Who is it?” “It’s you.” I say and I will the room to make it appear the way I have set it up to be. With pictures of my mum and my father together all around the room from each year they attended Hogwarts up till the spell was cast. The picture of my seventeen year old father appears and it is in shock. “Angelia, why did you bring me. You never bring me?!” “I have brought you because the spell ends today.” I look my father dead on and he is standing there in complete disbelief since under the spell he would never believe that he would be with a Mudblood. “ This can’t be real. It cant.” He says not wanting to believe what I just said is true. “Father..” I say and I somehow get his attention, then I wandlessly work to break the spell. I work to break my mother’s spell. It is a difficult spell to break but I can break it. First I bring back the memories that mum had deleted first. I know that he wont remember everything straight of the back. Next, I work on the false memories that she had created. I watch those false memories become hazy as it becomes apparent that those memories were never real. I make the memories become the true memories or just make the false memories disappear all together. All this is such a strain me since Strong magic created it. I feel myself becoming weakened by this but I dare not stop this is too important. Once I completely break my mother’s spell I undo the not as difficult, but still difficult spell that will bring back his Veela senses.
          As soon as I break through the spell that muted and hid his Veela self and senses from him I watch him fall to the floor in obvious agony. Being a Veela can be hard and painful but that’s the Veela life. I have learned that lesson far too well. “Mione! Oh Mione! Merlin’s hell!” He cries out. “Whats the matter father?” “Much is the matter. But the most pressing matter that kills me so much is that Mione was captured two weeks ago and given to me as a slave. How I have treated her! I am no better then the deatheater’s that tormented her. Oh Merlin no! I think I broke her.” He says in complete pain and agony at what the spell made him do. “What in the world did you do?” He goes silent but I do see tears escape from his eyes. I go inside his mind it is obvious that he is not comfortable telling me whatever it is. Especially since he still views me as a toddler since that is the last time he saw me in a sense. I can really tell that its going to take time for all the memories of his to return. “ Father, I’m not two years old anymore. And if you hadn’t noticed I’m your mini-me’s slave.” His head jerks toward me suddenly. “You’re a Veela?! You are so young.” He says now being able to sense that I am a Veela like him. “ Father, I’ve been a Veela since I was ten years old. And up until two months ago I was on a special drought created by mum, to help contain my Veela and prolong my life. Though it didn’t give me much control.” I tell him. Trying to get him to understand that I’m no longer a little girl, I have learned the facts of life a long time ago. I watch him still suddenly like a statue for a moment. Then just as suddenly jump up and come to me. He looks at me and then touches my still small stomach. Oh boy he knows. “I’m going to kill him!’ My father growls his eyes going dark as his Veela starts to emerge. I guess Veelas do more then just protect and defend their mates they do they same for their children. “Father, you don’t want to do that. Because if you kill him you kill me.” He jerks his head to look at me once again. “He’s your mate?” “ Yes Father, he wont hurt me, he cant because I am his mate too. Father you need to fix mum she has been falling apart for a long time before you broke her. She is a Veela, she has felt everything you have. She can die of a broken heart.” “ What?! She is a Veela?! Since when?” “Since she turned seventeen. “ I told him honestly. I watch as his face falls. “ That means.. Oh Merlin!” He cries out. “ Yes father, she has felt everytime you have unknowingly cheated on her, and every time you’ve been punished far more then just a simple mate of a Veela could.” “ Oh Merlin! Mione, My sweet Mione how have you dealt with this?! How have you handled this for all this time?!” “She hasn’t. Mum has broke little by little each time you unknowingly cheated on her with Lady Vi and Madam Parkinson.”
          I told father feeling that he should know all that I have witnessed and went through over the years with mum. “How did you deal with this?” My father asks me wondering. “ The same way we have dealt with mum living with Father’s infidelity.” Seventeen year old father says from his portrait. “ Oh my little girl.” He says softly as he holds me in his arms the way I have always wanted him too. Then my father cries out clutching his arm. Then I feel a burning sensation in my arm as well knowing my mate going through the same. “ You’re being called aren’t you?” “Yes.” He says simply still clutching his arm. “ Then we shall go. Its time father. Time to go back to pretending the way you used to with mum. And the way Dracen has to with me.” I tell him though I know that none of us like it. It’s just the way things are. We are in the middle of a war. “I know.” He says clearly hating this. I pretend to go limp at his feet so that he has to pick me up and carry me. I do this so that it could appear like I was being tortured the entire time. Father realizes what I am doing and picks me up gently. We go up to the Astronomy tower father is acting like he is dragging me and I’m pretending that it hurts. Lady Vi looks on in approval. “ Good you have brought Dracen’s slave. Blaise has taken the liberty to bring you yours as well.” Lady Vi says Smirking, looking half crazed just like great aunt Bellatrix. I limply look toward her because that is what I am expected to do even though I do want to look. Mum was on the floor clearly tortured and half starved. But really haunts me are her eyes. They look vacant like she is too far gone to care. I know what Lady Vi wants. She wants a show of this twisted reunion with my mum. “Mum!” I cry out careful to make it sound week but upset. She doesn’t make any sign of having heard me and that hurts. I have always feared this happening. I guess it was bound to happen because of that stupid Bloody Spell!!
          “Dracen pick up your slave and put her by her mother they need some mother/daughter interaction.” She says with a cruel smirk upon her face. My mate picks me up far more gently then he made it look. He is really hating this charade that he has to put on. It makes him feel so guilty, But I don’t blame him at all. Which makes him feel worse for some reason. He then sets me down next to my mum as he was told. He didn’t want to let me go for he doesn’t know where this is going. He wants to protect me. He is fighting with himself not to go to me and fly me out of this room. I know he is thinking about it. But he knows he cant. Right now though there is something he must know. ‘My Dragon there is something I need to tell you.’ I tell him in his mind. And he looks at me. Looks up and down like he is studying me. ‘You’re pregnant?!’ He says having sensed it the same way my father had. ‘ Yes its your baby you know.’ ‘ Oh Angel I know you would never hurt me in that way. Besides I can sense that its mine. I love you.’ ‘I love you too my Dragon.’ I look over at Lady Violet and I really know she is really wanting this show and she is growing impatient. So I’ll give her a flipping show. “Mum?.. Mum?! Mum whats wrong?!” I cry out knowing full well that she wont answer me she has retreated deep inside herself in an effort to escape the intense pain. She couldn’t handle and never should have had to. I can tell that father is very pained at her state. And he is fighting not to turn into his Veela. As I cry out and cry for my mum for the show that Lady Violet wants, I start feeling anger and all the anger I’ve had over the years bubble from deep within come to the surface. I’m so tired of everything. Everything that I was forced to go with because of this bloody stupid war! I’m especially had enough of hiding who I am, what I am and what I can do. It feels so freaken pointless to me. The Slytherin personality that I have inherited from my father comes raging to the surface as a force so strong. ‘Angelia don’t do anything please.’ My father silently pleads. ‘Angel please be careful I would die if anything happen to you please don’t do anything stupid.’ My mate begs in my head. ‘When have I ever done anything stupid or have done anything stupid?’ I say in both of their heads in defiance. I have held back for far too long. Been the good girl for far too long. The Slytherin rebel wants a go now. “So Headmistress Violet, you are looking for a show are you?” She is taken aback but she is intrigued I can tell. “Yes I do Granger.” “I will give you a show. I will give you all a flipping show but it will be my way.” I say addressing Lady Violet as well as all of the deatheaters and neo-deatheaters.
          I stand up, no more like float to my feet. Ever since second year I have trusted and still trust in the muggle Christian God, he helps me and strengthens me adds to my power. And helps me control it. “This might as well be a party with all of the purebloods in the room.” I say and then I wandlessly change all the deatheater and neo-deatheater outfits to formalwear. I give a smirk worthy of my father as everyone gasps. Well all but one. I’ve only just begun. “Now lets get some music up in here for what’s a party without music.” I said as I stood myself on a platform like a stage I have conjured once again using wandless magic. Behind me I conjured up a projector screen so that a slide show of what I will, will play for them that will go with any song I choose. The first song that I choose is Cinderella by the Cheetah girls with my own personal revisions.
“When I was just a little
Girl,
My mama used to tuck
Me into bed and
She’d read me a
Story.”
The slide show that started is showing a wizard picture of me at six years old in bed and mum is reading to me a bedtime story from a thick book.
“ It always was about a
Princess in distress
And how a guy would
Save her
And end up with the
Glory.”
Now it was showing Disney Princesses that get rescued in some way by a prince charming.
“ Then one day I realized
The fairytale life wasn’t
For me.”
Its now showing me standing strong in my emo punks style with my arms crossed. Showing my Slytherin side off.
“ I don’t want to
Be like Cinderella
Sitting in a dark, cold
Dusty cellar
Waiting for someone
To come and set me
Free.”
It shows me thinking of my mum and what it must have been like when she was trapped and tortured for two years in various dungeons, until she was bought.
“I don’t want to be like
Someone waiting
For a handsome prince
To come and save
Me
Oh I will survive
Don’t wanna depend
On no one else.
I’d rather rescue
Myself.”
It is now showing me in one of my emo punk clothes and makeup, fighting deatheaters and neo-deatheaters setting slaves free. A bold choice I know. But the Slytherin Rebel side that I got from my father is in control.
“I’m gonna find
The one who wants
My soul, heart, and
Mind
Who’s not afraid to
Show that its me
That he loves,
Who’s happy
just the way
I am.
I’ve always
Took care of
Myself.”
It is now showing a very hazy picture of Dracen but no one can tell that its him. And he is kissing me so full of love and passion in front of all. The way that it should be. I’m not my mum though I’m a lot like her and I wont hide myself for very long I cant.
“I will be there for
Him
Just as strong
As he will
Be there for me
When I give myself
Its an equal
Thing.
I can tame my own
Dragon
I can dream my
Dream
I am my
Own mighty
Savior
So I’m gonna
Set us all
Free!
I will
Survive!”
After a few more pictures showing what I sung and I know that Dracen knows that he is the Dragon in my song for he is my Dragon. Then the slideshow ends. Then I used that spell that I once used on my parents. And I made people in the room sing and dance to muggle songs. And like before Dracen’s mother sucks at singing and her mini-me Pammy sucks as well. My father can sing that I knew. And Dracen his voice as gotten better with time. I am having so much fun with myself made party. So much more fun that I’ve had my whole life. And Dracen its not the same fun that you and I have that I mean. It’s different. “Well, this was fascinating. You are all excused.” Lady Violet says breaking my spell on everyone. I watch my father carry mum out of here, as Dracen leads me out as well. He better fix her. I still need my mum and I know my father still needs his mate. Dracen wants to hold me so close right now, he is afraid the effect of what I have done may have for us. All I know is I’m going to get him to have our sort of fun.
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          What has Angelia done? She likely has no idea what she has done. I know she was tired of everything that she is forced to go through past and present because of the war. I understand that. But right now I curse my genes for giving her my Slytherin traits because its starting to prove dangerous. I look at my mate in my arms. Oh Mione! Sweet Mione what have I done? What have I done. I hate what I was forced to become. But I don’t blame her. I understand why she did what she did. I just really hate the pain that she had to go through because of it. I look at her on the way to my private quarters that I have had since I started working here. And a memory flashes in my head. I am looking at Mione as I am gently undressing her. I was seventeen had found her not long before this moment. We had a private wedding ceremony. I have so much love for her. And looking into her cinnamon brown eyes I see all the love that she has for me. Its powerful and beautiful. I hope that I don’t hurt her. I gently slide her on and I gently prepare her for the marking and the beautiful mating. She is so responsive, I see and her juices flow around my fingers that are pulsing in and out of her. “ Aaah.. Aaahh.. Draco oh Draco please!” She gasps and cries out. But like the first time I want to take it slow and savior every moment of this. I put one of her breast in my mouth and suck making her gasps and beg some more. Then I turn my attention to the other one. Then I remove my fingers and replace them with my mouth and tongue tasting her and familiarizing myself with her sweet taste all over again. She is crying out for me now. I remove my mouth from her center and bite her in her left breast and then do the same to her right inner thigh marking her as mine. Then I slide myself inside her giving her a moment to adjust herself to my size since its been so long since the first time. Then I give in and give us what we don’t want. Her gasps and cries of pleasure excites me and guides me on and it feels like too soon when I give my own cry and fill her with my seed. I still on top of her and just kiss her so full of love and passion for her and she gives it all back to me. Then the memory ends a tear had rolled down my cheeks. Oh Merlin! How in the world am I going to fix her? My mate, my wife and one true love? Oh Phoenix I am so sorry. I hate who I had to become. I broke the one person that loves me above all others. Feeling suddenly her pain below the surface make me nearly collapse to the ground. The pain is just so much. My daughter, oh good merlin my daughter she is not a toddler anymore. She’s a teenager now. She’s a veela has a mate and is going to have a baby. I have missed so much under that spell. But Angelia is right. I have to help Mione. She needs me right now more than ever.
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