Wings

Harry Potter discovers that he is part Veela and one of his parents may not be who he thought they were. Join Harry as he finds out the truth, his enemy becomes his mate, and everything Harry ever thought was right is proven wrong.
(Set in fith year.) DRARRY

WARNING: Lots of gay, don't like GO AWAY! Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Dumbledore bashing! Good Voldemort.

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2. Chapter 2: The Letters

Harry's POV
It wasn't possible. I couldn't be any sort of magical creature...but could I? I don't really remember my parents. All I know is what adults have told me...and what the dementor attacks in third year have shown me. But, for all I know, those memories I was shown could have been easily tampered with. No matter how much I was lost in my thoughts though, I couldn't seem to peel my eyes away from the huge black wings spread out behind me. If I was a magical creature, what was I? As soon as the thought struck me, I threw my door open and dashed down the stairs, thankful to see that an hour must have passed, and the Dursleys had left. I jerked open the cupboard door, the room that used to be mine before they moved me to Dudley's second bedroom, grabbed my trunk, and hauled it up the stairs. When I got up to my room, I threw open my trunk and searched for my magical creatures textbooks from my past years at Hogwarts. There were a total of four, one for each of the past years, and because the only contact I had with Hermione and the Weasleys was in their vague letters,  I hadn't gotten the books I'd need for 5th year yet. I hastily flipped through each book, and I found something that I thought it could be. A Veela. Though I didn't have the red eyes and terrifying skin, the wings fit the description perfectly. I folded the page of the book to mark it, and closed and lied it back on the floor. I headed back over to the mirror, and looked at myself again. I was so cought up in the wings on my back the first time, that I hadn't noticed my face. My nose was longer and more pointed, my face was pale and more boney, my fingers were longer, and I was about an inch taller than my old 5'5".  This should have made me think it was part of the wings, but it didn't. Because this face looking back at me was familiar in an unpleasant way. It almost exactly matched that of my most hated professor at Hogwarts, Severus Snape. I stood there for a moment or so, gawking at my self. Why did I look like Snape? The question kept making circles in my mind. It was dizzying. Once my thoughts began to clear enough to think straight, I decided that I had two letters to write, probably both equally important and stupid. So, I rummaged through my trunk for two pieces of parchment and a quill​ and ink.
I began to write the first letter,

Dear Professor Snape,
This is probably unwelcome, considering the fact that you hate me. But, as stupid as this seems, you were the only one I could turn to too discuss this matter. I figure that most of my letters have the possibility to be intercepted, so I can't say much about it here. I have something you might want to see though. Anyway, I probably just wasted your time and you probably don't care. I just thought I would try.
                                                                                                                           Your student,
                                                                                                                           Harry Potter


I sighed, folded the letter and set it to the side, deciding that it would have to do and began the second letter.

Dear Draco Malfoy,
This is completely out of the blue, and most likely unwelcome, that is, if what I think is true isn't true. I don't know what to think any more. I can't say much here, it can be easily intercepted. If you can, and I'm not making an even bigger fool of myself at the moment, I want to talk to you. I feel stupid writing this letter, but I felt I had to, because there was the possibility that what I thought was true, was true and it was nagging at me.
                                                                                                                                      Sincerely,
                                                                                                                                      Harry Potter
P.S. I may look a little different if you see me. Just look for my eyes, they're the same, that and my hair's still black.


I folded the letter the same as the first and addressed both of their names on the front before I called Hedwig over to me. She came and I gave her a treat before I tied the letter to her leg and told her where to go, and she went off. Even though I was the one who sent her off, I immediately missed her presence. She was my only friend here at Number 4 Privet Drive, maybe my only friend at all, if the way Hermione and Ron were acting represented anything. All I had to do now was wait. Even though the Dursleys weren't here for once and now would be as good a time as any to get some homework done, I couldn't bring myself to do so. I had too much on my mind, I mean, how could I not? With everything that's happened, I don't know what to do with my self. I flop down on the lumpy bed, like I would normally. What I didn't predict though, was flopping down on one of my new found wings and then getting tangled up in them. You'd think I'd be used to the unusual by now, to 'expect the unexpected'. I wasn't. I jumped up at the unexpected pain.

"God!" I groaned to myself as I cradled it, "I won't be doing that again."

This time, I carefully laid myself down onto my side, making sure I didn't accidentally lay down on anything. Now that I'm lied down, I relies how tired I am, and close my eyes. I immediately drift off into a dream.

The dream is like the one the night before, except now I know who the mysterious blond boy with the white wings is this time.

"Malfoy?" I asked questioningly, though the name now felt odd on my lips for some reason.

"I got your letter, I must say, that owl of yours is efficient if she wants to be." Malfoy drawled.  

​"Nothing surprises me anymore." I sighed, eyebrows raised.

​Malfoy had now turned to face him, and they were mear inches apart.

​"By the way," Malfoy mumbled, "Nice wings. Oh and you look like Snape, by the way."

​"I realized that thank you." I said while rolling my eyes. "Do you happen to know why?" I added suddenly serious.

​"I don't actually, but I can explain the wings."

I gave him a look that clearly said, 'go on'.

​"Well your at least part Veela,'' he began, "And black wings represent a dark Veela and White Wings represent a light Veela-"

​I interrupted abruptly, glancing at my black wings worriedly, "does that mean I'm a dark person, that I'm evil?!"

​Malfoy looked slightly annoyed. "If you'd let me finish, I'd probably explain that now, wouldn't I?" He ran a hand over his face before he continued. "Black Wings don't have to mean evil just has white wings don't have to be good. It's the human in us that changed that part of it. Your wings are probably just hereditarily black, just as mine are hereditarily white. Anyway, the wings won't go away, you'll have to cloak them. Though that won't be able to happen until school starts."

​I didn't mention the fact that I wouldn't be able to wait at the Dursleys'  until then. I thought that was it until I looked at the expression on his face.

​"There's more, isn't there?" I groaned.

​Malfoy smirked, "Oh but this is the best part, you just have to promise me you won't freak out if I tell you."

​I tapped my chin, and contemplated this for a moment. How much did I really trust Malfoy? Deciding I didn't want to answer that question I reluctantly replied, "I promise."

​Malfoy looked surprised for a moment, and then regained his composure so quickly I thought I imagined it for a moment. "Well, part Veela's have mates. And, one of the things they cando with their mates once they turn 15, are dream visits." By then, the dreadful smirk was back on Malfoy's face.

Malfoys smirk widened along with at the same rate my eyes did as I started to put 2 and 2 together.

​"Does.. this... mean..." I stammered.

​"Yes, it does." Malfoy was now actually smiling.

"And, your okay with that...?"

​"Completely."

​Malfoy was smirking again and I could tell he had a plan I would not like at all. He quickly stood up and started running away. "I'll write you back in the real world!" he called back over his shoulder.

​Yes, I was right, that was definitely a plan that would annoy me.

​That was the last dream filled thought I had before I drifted out of unconsciousness.

 

​*Author's Note: I am so sorry it took me so long to update. Life has been hectic, what with Christmas and all and I just haven't had time to update this story. My next update may be soon, it may be later... I have no Idea. Stop glaring at me I'm trying okay! Oh! Please keep in mind that I'm from America, so my British/English lingo is probably not accurate. Anyway, I hope you are enjoying the story so far! R&R!*

Up Next: Letters from Snape and Draco and a visit to Draco's Manor.

 

 

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