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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30487 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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Draco Malfoy was what most called cold, heartless, emotionless; same as his father. But that is far from the truth.

In truth, he was the owner of a very huge heart. But, because he grew up learning to hide his emotions, there is a huge wall covering his heart from all. Except from family and extremely close friends, such as Blaise or Pansy...Maybe Crabbe and Goyle.

Growing up in Malfoy Manor meant staying as emotionless as possible during any and every occasion. Do not get the Malfoy family wrong, they don't hide their emotions because they want to. They do it because of politics.

The Malfoy line has been deeply integrated in wizard politics since...well, forever. And in politics, you cannot show any weakness-emotions included. The art of indifference has been learnt and passed down the Malfoy line for generations; it has become apart of the Malfoy heritage and now, to not do so...it is almost unthinkable.

And now the young Draco Malfoy was in a predicament with his emotions. His father had always taught him to act detached from others except family and family friends. His father also taught him to never get to close to the Potter boy. Harry.

Draco stared at himself in the mirror, fresh out of the shower and dressed, and sighed. Did he know? That Harry was his son? Is that why he told me to stay away from him? But...second year...he seemed to hate Harry so much. Was he acting?

The tall blond sighed and turned away from his reflection, walking into his room. Harry, no matter what you always cause shit. This time, it was with Draco...well, his emotions. After spending seven years despising the raven haired boy-...man, Draco was confused about how he should feel.

His veela side always rejected the negative feelings he felt for Harry; instead, it tried to push more loving, protective feelings-in which Draco rejected. Now he knew why his veela did that, it saw Harry as family. Now that Draco knew that Harry was his brother, he could no longer resist those feelings-almost making him a different person when Harry was involved.

He wanted to love Harry, he really truly did. But he wasn't sure if Harry was so excepting. Sure, he was acting pleasant towards Draco now. But what about when that 'new family' glow wears off and Harry goes right back to hating me? I-I do not think I could take losing my last...sane family member.

Draco squared his shoulders, a determination igniting a icy fire in his eyes. No! I will not let him do that. If I l-love him...if I show that I do...maybe...maybe, just maybe...he will not leave me. Feeling slightly vulnerable, yet determined, Draco turned to go to Harry's room.

As his hand touched the silver handle of his doorknob, he heard-or rather felt, through his veela-Harry's despondent scream...shriek-thing.

Wings bursting violently from his back, Draco tore his door off its hinges and became only a silver blur as he ran to Harry's room. Also completely destroying Harry's door, Draco looked frantically around the softly lit room. He vaguely registered Snape following him into the room; panic slowly rising as he realized his little brother-who, at the moment, was weaker than normal-was not in his room.

His head snapped towards the opened doorway leading to the bathroom as he heard a slight whimper come from inside. Panic level only going down slightly, Draco walked quickly to the bathroom, peering inside.

A distressed Harry turned towards him and let out another whimper. "Draco...what the fuck is happening to me?"

Draco could only respond with a sigh of relief, walking completely into the bathroom to wrap his wings around his raven haired brother. He felt himself relax and pulled Harry closer, his veela calming down after finding that Harry was safe. He felt Harry wriggle around in his feathery embrace, enjoying the attention but confused. A muffled 'Draco' was heard, and the blond used all of his will power to let go of his sibling-still with his wings slightly encased protectively.

Harry looked up at him, questions showed clearly on his face. Draco looked over him, surprised.

During the few hours in which they all slept, Harry went through a few changes. He was slightly taller; his frame a bit more filled out. His hair was longer, ending about a foot or so below his shoulder blades-not quite reaching his waist, and it was lighter too, less jet black and more a really, really dark brown. Normal eyes wouldn't notice the difference, but Draco's veela eyes immediately picked up on it.

Speaking of eyes, Harry's also changed. More catlike and the silvery-blue more prominent, giving them a shimmery-like look. His skin was slightly lighter, losing some of the tan he previously had; giving him a more olive tone.

But the most obvious was the sense of magic that swirled around him. He obviously had a huge magical boost after the ritual, and Draco smiled widely. It was soothing to know that his baby bro could hold his own. I know, I know Harry already could hold his own before the ritual, but who really understands the fickle minds of veela?

Harry's confusion grew at Draco's smile, showing clearly on the raven's face. Irritation was also beginning to sneak in as he grew impatient. But Draco looked on proudly at Harry. It was neigh impossible for an average wizard to heal so fast at level where they began transforming only a few hours after a ritual like that, hell it was almost impossible for wizard to survive after something like that. But, of course, Harry was not a normal wizard.

"So your transformation has begun already. Extraordinary as always, boy. I expected no less from a star pupil." Draco jumped, tightening his wings Harry reflexively, at Severus' darkly sarcastic voice.

Draco turned to scowl at his dark-haired godfather. His scowl dropped once he fully looked at the man. He was hunched over slightly, an arm wrapped around his stomach. Pain etched across his face and Draco, after spending most of his life with him and therefore knew the man like the back of his hand, could also see the worry there too.

A slight sheen of sweat covered his brow, plastering down his hair and he was paler than usual. Draco, worried for his godfather, took a step forward. He was torn; his veela wanted to stay with Harry, not fully relaxed after hearing his scream, and yet Draco wanted to go to Severus, concerned about his health. He did not have Harry's amazing healing abilities and it was obvious that he was worried about Harry, the way he rushed out of his room-almost as quickly as Draco.

Harry made up his mind for him by swiftly moving past his wings to the half unconscious Severus, immediately grabbing the man. "S-Snape? What are you doing up? You're supposed to be resting. The ritual took a harder toll on you than it did me. You need to lay down." He half carried-half dragged the bigger man back into his room, laying him gingerly on his bed.

Draco followed them curiously. With his child abuse-developed hero-complex, Harry automatically helped someone in need, but the way he acted with Severus was different. He was cautious with the man-almost everyone was, afraid that he would snap at them-but he seemed to fret over Severus a bit...too much. Almost as if Severus was much to important to him to lose.

Severus was the same, if he felt the way he used to for Harry, he would have stayed in his bed and probably yell at Harry once he got better for disturbing his sleep. Now...now, he reacted very similar to Draco, rushing frantically to Harry's room. Even now, he let Harry fuss over him-in Harry's bed, by the way-laying him down, and fluffing his pillows, and pulling the blankets tight around him.

Are they developing...feelings for each other? Draco shook his head at the asinine thought. No way could they have already fallen for each other. There is too much tension between them. But...is that tension good or bad? Looking at them, Draco couldn't help but think that something was blossoming between the dark-haired men.

What if...Sev' is Harry's soul mate?

The next day found Draco, Harry, and Severus, now fully recovered after a bit of healing magic and a good nights rest, in the extravagant dining room from the day before. Turns out seeing it a second time did not change Harry's awe over the room; Draco felt extremely happy at that and his veela purred.

Just like yesterday, all it took was a few hours for Harry's appearance to change. His hair grew again, now past his waist, thick and curly than ever but definitely flatter and less wild; it was also more a chestnut with a few lighter streaks. His skin was lighter, but still olive-toned and his eyes had a faint glow to them. His magic was also more controlled, a sign of his increased strength.

But what surprised Draco the most was his increase in appetite. Draco could only stare, pride swelling in his chest, as he watched the food in Harry's arm reach disappear. If his appetite was already increasing, then that meant in a day or two he would properly go through his veela transformation, and Draco could not wait.

I have to teach him the ways of the veela. Maybe if he is not to tired, I will take him to the library and give him a short lesson. The rest will have to wait until after the inheritance triggers. Draco's veela purred loudly and his back itched as his wings tried to push through. He gave a quiet laugh and dug into his food. Harry gave him a questioning look but he just shook his head and pointed at the food in front of him; Harry promptly began to wolf down his food again.

Draco turned to Severus and blinked as he watched the man give Harry approving glances when he thought no one was watching him. He most likely felt the same way as Draco, watching Harry eat. After the story about Harry's so-called 'family', both Draco and Severus were afraid that Harry would have to go to St. Mungo's due to malnourishment after the ritual.

Seeing Harry eat gave both men a sense of relief, Harry needs all the food he can get; especially after all that he has done these past seven years. Of course, he ate plenty a Hogwarts, but there was only so much he could eat without getting sick before leaving Hogwarts. Now that he would not be going back to the Dursley's, Harry had every opportunity to eat what he liked, when he liked.

But what really caught Draco's attention was the way Severus was beginning to act around Harry. He didn't believe for one second that the larger man was only acting decent towards Harry for Draco's sake. Once again, Draco's train of thought went to that of only a few hours earlier.

This all started almost immediately after Severus broke the spell and began Harry's transformation. Which means that Harry's veela magic was already active...and searching for its mate. It is very much so possible that Sev' is Harry's mate, if their suddenly new actions were anything to go by. Draco thought, remembering how Harry acted when he woke up after the ritual.

All he immediately thought about was Severus. The first thing he had asked Draco was 'Where is Snape?' and was instantly by Sev's side. He face looked so devastated looking down at the immobile man. Then panic appeared as he shook him; calling out his name desperately. But what really shocked Draco was the look of pure relief and admiration he saw on Harry's face when Severus rose.

Draco's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp tapping at the nearest window. A flash of irritation passed through him as he rose to let the bird in. It immediately flew and settled on the shoulder of Harry, who looked mildly surprised.

Draco and Severus were a tad bit more surprised to see the Gringgotts owl in Malfoy Manor. The letter was no doubt from Griphook, Harry's banker, but the raven haired man had only just saw the goblin less than a week ago.

With a curious look on his face, Harry took the letter from the owl and gave him a piece of bacon; murmuring a quiet thanks. He waited till the owl flew off before turning towards the wax sealed parchment in front of him.

Draco and Severus waited in anticipation as Harry read the letter. Draco closely watched Harry face, dread filling him at the emotions that he felt through his veela and saw flash across Harry's face. First confusion, then anger, then pain, back to confusion, then a devastating hurt look before finally settling on pure, dark fury.

Severus, who was also watching Harry's reactions, stood halfway out of his chair. "Well? What is it boy?" he asked, impatience making his smooth voice snappish.

Harry looked up, the dark look in his eyes almost making Draco flinch. The windows rattled and the chairs shook. Dishes and silverware clattered to the floor and paintings crashed to the ground. Even the heavy wooden doors almost twenty or so feet away shook with the intensity of Harry's anger.

"D-Dumbledore...Dumbledore...and Ron...even Ginny...all lies." Was all he rasped out before he fell to the ground, the shock to much.

Draco immediately rushed to his side and gathered his younger brother in his arms. Harry was only asleep; all his vitals were operating properly. Severus crouched beside him and gently pried Harry's fingers from the letter. He briefly scanned through the letter, his onyx eyes growing impossibly darker and his jaw clenching almost painfully.

He said nothing but shoved the letter at Draco and stood. The veins in his neck stood out all angry red and his fist were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and blood dripped out of his clenched fist as his nails cut into his palm.

Draco glanced down at the parchment, keen to know what got the usually stoic man to act out so. His reaction was very much similar to Severus'. As he crumpled up the letter, a boiling rage filled him and until then did Draco ever really feel the urge to kill someone.
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