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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 Five:

Albus stumbled from the fire place, eyes glazed as he gulped in an effort to keep his breakfast down. Merlin but he despised floo travel.

"Albus?"

The dark-haired wizard glanced up into the sitting room, blinking as tones of bronze and red jumped out at him. Fleur really knew how to catch the eye. "Hello, aunt Fleur, how are you?"

He grinned at the tall woman standing in the centre of the room. Fleur's white-blonde hair hung around her willowy frame as she stared at her nephew in law with wary eyes. "I'm well, Albus. May I ask why you're in my living room and not at Hogwarts where you should be?"

Albus opened his mouth to speak when the fireplace flamed green once more and he was knocked out of the way by an emerging Rose. The red head sneezed and brushed her skirt off casually as she grinned down at him. "Hello, aunt Fleur."

The part Veela's eyes became suspicious and she folded her arms as she glared at her family members, a no nonsense frown on her face. "What is this about?"

Rose glanced around the room cautiously, helping Albus to his feet as she moved to stand beside her aunt. "Is Uncle Bill not home? Or Dominique? I'd have thought she'd be home." Fleur shook her head minimally, "Dominique is out scouting for a part time job whilst she finishes her Healer's course. She believes it will allow her some independence. Enough with the questions, Rose, what has brought you here?"

Rose bit her lip thoughtfully, her brilliant plan deflating as she took in the French woman's suspicious stance. Albus approached the pair, his height putting him on eye level with his aunt. Fleur's eyes locked onto him, bright and blue and, now that he realised, far too glistening to be completely human. "Our friend is becoming a Veela."

Fleur blinked at the statement, cautious frown becoming one of worry. "Becoming?" she questioned, tone bewildered, "one cannot become a Veela, Albus, Veela are born. True, part Veela come into an inheritance which allows them the use of their gifts and more power but, we don't become full Veela."

Rose sniffed and nodded slowly. "This person is, aunt Fleur. From what we… overheard, he was affected by some sort of untested potion and its caused his genes to mutate. He must have been some part Veela to begin with."

The blonde's look became pained and she put a hand over her mouth as she stumbled back to sit on the plush couch. "Oh," she gasped, "that poor child."

Albus' heart beat accelerated and he rushed to sit beside his aunt. "It is bad then? Aunt Fleur, please, will he survive it?" Fleur glanced up at him, eyes misting. "A he? Oh I don't know, Albus dear. I've never heard of anything like this happening, much less to a male. Yes there is no proof that male Veela do not exist, but the chances of him becoming a full Veela… What he's going through is unthinkable."

Rose caught Albus' worried gaze as she sat on the floor beside the couch. "Can you tell us what you know about Veela, aunt Fleur? We want to be prepared if… When he survives." Fleur nodded slowly, her shoulders straightening. "Of course, Rosie."

She cast her eyes up, as though searching for answers on the ceiling of her home, before looking back at the two cousins. "Veela are creatures. Remember that above all else, both of you. They are not human. They look human, yes and they can act human and live human lives, but they are not. They are a quick-tempered race, one easily tormented and quick to resort to violence if they feel threatened, or if their mate is threatened."

"Mate?" Albus interrupted with a quirk of his eyebrow, "as in friends?" Fleur chuckled lightly, eyes softening. "No, Albus. Mate as in partner. Their lover, their other half, their soul mate. Veela, all veela, feel a pull towards someone. Sometimes it is ignored, if the Veela is particularly wild, and they live lives without their mate. Other times, they will not let go easily. They will do everything in their power to have that certain someone and to love that certain someone. A Veela's love is unconditional and true."

Rose's eyes became cloudy as she sighed. "How romantic." she whispered. Albus wrinkled his nose at his cousin, gesturing for his aunt to continue. She did so with a chuckle. "Veela are semi-magical beings in essence. They thrive off magic to survive, and the need it to morph into their other form. Their harpie form. Their magic is different to ours, comes to them easier. They use fire like a weapon, pulling it from any form of heat and warping it to their will. No amount of magic they possess, however, is as harmful as the Allure."

"Allure?" Rose perked up suddenly, "like the sirens? I've read that they had it but the books said it was harmless, as easy to ignore as the scent of a love potion." Fleur was shaking her head slowly, gaze intent. "No Rose. It is not. The Allure is magic that touches a human's brain, confuses it and makes it believe all is well, all is perfect. Often, it is used harmlessly by the Veela, as a test of the will of man or as a prelude to sex with their mate. To others, it is their most effective weapon. If a Veela wants you dead, she would simply use her Allure and you would walk to your demise happily."

A cold chill swept up Albus' spine as he stared into the darkening eyes of his aunt. It was all too easy to forget sometimes that she was a creature not entirely human. He stood up swiftly. "Thank you, Fleur. You've no idea how much this helps us."

The females stood also. "You are most welcome, Albus and if you wish to learn more do not hesitate to write." she stressed the final word with a wry glance at her fireplace and Albus ducked his head. "You will write to me about the outcome of your friend." Fleur stated, before ushering the pair back towards the fire with stern words about not leaving Hogwarts again.

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Scorpius breathed in deeply, tasting the particles in the air on the tip of his exposed tongue briefly. The room tasted of cleaning supplies, clean linen and sweat. Under the sterile smell, Scorpius detected the scent of blood, his blood, running through the veins of his family members. Parents? He breathed in once more, eyes closed, they tasted mature, older and more authoritive. Definitely parents.

He stretched his limbs slowly, hissing as the muscles snapped into place and pulled taut. His body felt new, exposed and raw. It was as though someone had sanded down the layers of skin and covered him in new skin, this one lighter and more sensitive to everything it touched.

He was lying on his back and something was entirely uncomfortable. He needed to stretch something, something unfamiliar. The need was almost burning in its intensity and he snarled as he rolled from his bed to drop to the floor on all fours. Ignoring the gasps that echoed at his sudden movement.

The soft mewl that erupted from his throat as he stretched his wings behind him was satisfied. He resisted the urge to spread his wings fully, not knowing the length of the room. They twitched irritably from his shoulder blades, larger in height than his body and as tenuous as the legs of a toddler.

His hair fell in silken strands around his face and, slowly, Scorpius opened his eyes. The room came into view sharply. He knew this room. The Hospital Wing? Was he injured? He sniffed deeply, shaking his head slowly, no injuries that he could detect. The colours of the room sprang at his new eyes, bright and disorientating and he kept them lidded, his gaze half-sleepy.

A figure moved in front of him and he sprang to his feet, darting forward to come within inches of the other man. He was shorter, barely reaching the man's chest as he inhaled deeply. His muscles relaxed slowly and he tilted his head back to look into a face much like his own, though older and more pointed. "What have you done to me?"

His whisper was soft, not accusing but curious. It ghosted through the room, lilting and oddly haunted. Scorpius saw his father cringe marginally. "I'm sorry, Scorpius, I had hoped the affects of my mistakes would never reach you. I was wrong."

The Veela accepted the apology silently, fluttering his wings behind him gently as he turned to survey the room. His mother stood some distance away, eyes huge and mouth gaping and Scorpius flashed her a small smirk. The woman merely whimpered in response.

Scorpius returned his lidded gaze to his father, smirk widening. "Tell me everything."
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