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Mate?

The dark haired teen looked relieved. "Thanks, Hermione. It's important, somehow. Well, good night. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Harry," Hermione said with a smile, but when he had disappeared, she frowned. "I think there might be a reason why you want to protect him, Harry," she murmured in the dark of the room, before she too went to her bed. This needed thought.


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"Harry, quit staring. It's getting obvious now."

Harry turned his head to Hermione, a sheepish smile on his face. "I'm sorry. It's just… I don't know. I'm completely out of sorts."

Hermione frowned. "What's wrong?"

Harry shook his head. "Not here. Later, right?"

The girl nodded, knowing they would head up, since the first Quidditch match started today. It was too painful for the dark haired teen to watch the game, even though he loved it, so they decided to have a study session. But Hermione already knew it would be in vain, since Harry would be miles away. Still, it was the perfect opportunity to talk.

Most of the hall stood up, as if on cue, and filtered through the doors, to go to the field. Harry and Hermione waited, until the flurry of movement passed, before they stood up to make their way to the common room, passing Malfoy as they did. Hermione let her gaze linger, before the moment was over and they parted ways. The teenage witch never had a reason to sympathise with the blond, but it had been weeks since Harry asked to watch over him. And the more she saw, the more angry she became. "I'm worried about him." The words echoed in her head, and she couldn't agree more. At first it was really subtle, and she seriously considered telling Harry that nothing was the matter, that he probably got the situation all wrong, before she saw it. The little things, subtle things, and it disgusted her. It still did. That housemates could be so cruel to exclude one of their own, to even go so far to jinx him, and make his life absolute hell. The Malfoy she knew was nothing compared to this one. The old one was snooty, spoiled, racist, arrogant, stuck-up, but the new one was worse, in a way. Quiet, downcast, unhappy, maybe even depressed. Hermione frowned. 'Scratch that, most certainly depressed.'

She followed Harry up the stairs, until they entered the common room. As expected, no-one remained left behind, and they took their seats in front of the fire. "All right, Harry. What did you want to tell me?" She lowered her voice. "Did something happen? Is it the Veela?"

Harry nodded, slow and considerate. He didn't know where to start. But Hermione could probably help him. He knew that. "Hermione, I—I just—" He stopped speaking, and angrily rubbed his eyes. Pulling his hands away, he sighed. "I don't know what's happening to me. It's like the answer is staring me right in my face, but it's as if I've been robbed of my glasses. I just can't see it. And it hurts. In here." He raised his hand up to his heart, a pained expression on his face. He breathed harshly, not wishing to let his friend see just how close to tears he was, high on his emotions. "It hurts and I—it doesn't go away, no matter what I do. I've started to eat sweet things now – we both know what that means – and it scares me. I just don't know what to do, Hermione."

Hermione pulled her knee up to the sofa, so she faced Harry, instead of the fire. "Harry…" When that didn't caught his attention, she laid her hand on his knee, making him look up. A small smile lit her face. "I know what that means. And I know you don't like it, and that you're scared. You have every right to be. But these visions will help you. Though I still don't exactly understand the need for sweetness for them…" She wandered off, her eyes staring far away, before she shook herself. "Sorry. Harry, you knew this would happen, since you haven't had a chance to find your mate. And I know you might not like what the dreams might reveal, but at least you'll get a better understanding of who your mate could be. It's a way to help you, not a way to make you face cruel revelations, even though it might feel like it. It's not. It's difficult, and hard, and it shouldn't be you who has to deal with it, but fact is, you have to. So just welcome the visions, no matter what they may reveal, because if it weren't for those…" She trailed off, her own eyes getting rather watery.

Harry covered her hand with his own on his knee. "I know, Hermione, and that's what scares me the most. Not the visions itself, but what may happen when they're not enough."

A heavy sigh of Harry interrupted their pensive silence. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I know I shouldn't think ahead so far, but there's still the fear, you know? It's also rather cruel, in a way. The whole 'if you don't find your mate, you'll deteriorate until you're so weak your body will give up' thing doesn't sit that well with me. And it feels like a task, somehow. As if there's a time limit. And I don't like that, since what kind of base does that have for love? "Oh, hello there! You're the mate of one Harry Potter, who is a Veela! Also, if you don't accept me, or if you just ignore me, I'll die a slow, most likely, painful death. So how about it?" That's horrible, Hermione! And what if my mate has never liked me? Or, worse, what if that person would never accept, because I'm always in the limelight?" Harry pulled a trembling hand through his hair, eyes for the first time since knowing he was a Veela truly frightful.

Hermione comforted him in the only way she knew how to, by giving him a hug, which he returned wholeheartedly. "It'll be all right, Harry. It always has been, and I'm sure it will now. Don't start worrying yet about what your mate thinks. Just try to figure out who that person is, first. We'll go from there. All right?"

Harry nodded, glad for her support. His throat closed up, and he clutched her to him. His eyes burned, but he wouldn't let the tears fall. He had to believe her when she said it would be all right. He just had to. It was the only way to stay sane.

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When Harry woke up, he was sitting in a large, open field, his wings gently splayed next to him, as a big fan, the white feathers fluttering in a gentle breeze. The sun warmed him pleasantly, and he closed his eyes, a content smile on his face. This was nice. The green grass underneath him was soft and healthy. The sky was blue, a few white clouds splayed here and there. He let himself fall backwards, his wings rearranging themselves, and Harry let out a content sigh.

He didn't know how long he'd been laying there, but something changed. Harry opened his eyes, wondering where the sun went. What he encountered made the breath stick in his throat. The luscious field was no more. Instead, it was darkened, the once green grass a brown, ugly, dying, colour. The warm sun and blue sky were no more. Dark, ominous clouds gathered all around him, stretching as far as he could see. Lightening flashed in the distance, and the once pleasant breeze turned into a harsh wind. Harry stood up shakily, looking around him. He could barely see ahead, the darkened sky aiding in the darkness, and his own hair whipping around didn't help. Half a second later, the skies opened up to let down a drenching rain.

Harry's heart thudded in his chest. He could barely see ahead in the pouring rain. How was he supposed to find his mate? He made a full turn, trying to see something, anything. Another flash arched across the sky, lighting up parts of the field. And in the furthest corner, he saw someone. Harry's heart stopped in that one second, before he ran full out to the place he knew his mate was. Lightening lit up the sky, making him see the helplessness of the situation. A harsh wind knocked him over, making him stumble, but he didn't care. He had to get to his mate. That person needed him. He redoubled his efforts, even if the wind wanted to knock him down, as if it wanted to keep him away from his mate. Harry snarled, feet firmly planted in the ground with every step he took. He
had to reach his mate, to comfort him.

Even through the rain, he could see the silhouette of a person, huddled in itself to shield itself from the harsh elements. The wind was harsher than ever, but Harry gritted his teeth, before he finally fell down on his knees. There, right in front of him, was his mate. Harry's heart stuttered, before he reached out, his hand encountering the flesh of a shoulder. The person nearly cringed away from his touch, and curled in on itself. Harry's heart broke at the sight. He scooted closer, and threw both his arms around the boy, for he was a boy, before his wings followed suit. The other boy struggled, but Harry didn't relent. "Please, don't fight me. I'm trying to help. Please." Harry's tears mingled with the rain, and a sob nearly escaped him. His mate was trying to fight him. He didn't want him.

The struggling stopped, but the other boy didn't look up. Harry only clutched him tighter, his hand caressing the matted strands of blond hair. Around them, the harsh wind and rain calmed a bit, but Harry neither noticed, nor cared. The important thing was curled up in his arms and wings, and it was all that he needed.

The other boy tentatively wrapped his own arms around Harry, their embrace awkward. Harry suddenly needed to know. He
had to know who his mate was. It suddenly was all that mattered.

He pulled away slowly, but suddenly a mist gathered around them, making Harry unable to see. "No," he muttered. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please." But an unnatural wind gathered around him, making him shield his eyes, before everything went dark.


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Harry sat up, a sob escaping his lips. His face was covered in tears, and his wings were wrapped around him, as if to shield him from outside horrors. Harry clenched his fists. It shouldn't protect him from outside horrors, but his mate. He needed it far more than he did. He wiped his tears away, before his hand limply fell back on the bed.

He retracted his wings, before he lifted the spell on his curtains. He drew them open, and clutched at his heart when Ron stood directly in front of him. Ron blinked sleepily. "You 'kay? Heard noise."

Harry's heart calmed down a bit, and he smiled. "It's all right, Ron. Go back to sleep. I'm fine."

"Sleep." A happy expression overcame his friend's face, before he turned around and crawled under the covers, his snores beginning even when his head barely touched his pillow.

Harry let out a long breath, before he stood up, silently padding over to the stairs. He walked down, stumbling a bit, while he cursed silently, before he moved to the sofa in front of the fire. Of course even the embers had died out, but it didn't matter. His head was still reeling, and he had to think. After swallowing, he laid down on the sofa, staring ahead at the ceiling. So his mate was…. male. It didn't bother him that much, even though it was a bit of a shock. He threw an arm across his eyes, a sigh escaping him. He couldn't even start to imagine what Ginny would have to say about that. Or even Ron! They would think he led them on. But it wasn't what bothered him the most. He knew what dreams were supposed to tell. And this hadn't been a dream. No, more of a nightmare. And that alone gave Harry reason to think that his mate needed help. Maybe he had lost someone in the war…?

Another sigh passed his lips, and his arm fell away, to pluck at the rug beneath his fingers. Blond hair, though. Even at Hogwarts, with hundreds of pupils, it wasn't hard to miss a blond-haired person. Especially a boy. It was all Harry had to go on. Oh, and the fact that said blond-haired boy fit perfectly in his arms. And that the same boy had troubles. Harry's eyes shot open, his heart stuttering in his chest, and he paled. Blond-haired, troubled… Merlin, no. It couldn't be. No, he needed more clues before he could be sure. Maybe it wasn't him at all, and he was mistaken. Suddenly he knew what he needed. Hermione. She always knew what to do. But… she was asleep now. Harry nibbled on his lip. Should he wait until morning? He suddenly glanced at his watch. Two o'clock in the middle of the night. That made his decision rather easy. He stood up, to go to his bed, until shock made him clutch at his heart again. "Merlin, Hermione! Couldn't you say something, or at the very least make a noise!"

She smiled sleepily. "Sorry. I just heard a noise, and I went to check. I didn't mean to startle you. You're usually more alert anyway." She walked passed him, and sat down in the sofa, closing her eyes. "So, tell me what is wrong."

Harry cautiously lowered himself on the sofa again. "How do you know if something is wrong?"

She opened one eye and glared at him without effect. "First, you wouldn't be sitting here if something weren't. Second, don't insult my intelligence. And third, you wouldn't be startled easily." Her voice softened. "So, something's bothering you. And as your friend, I want to help you. So what's the matter?"

Harry frowned. "I had a dream. At least, it started off as a dream. I was in a field, alone, and it was sunny. I laid down, but something changed, almost shifted, and then it wasn't a pleasant dream anymore. It was stormy, almost as in a nightmare. There was a thunderstorm, and I saw my mate, huddled in a corner." He swallowed. "So I ran to him. It was difficult, but I managed. He was shivering, and when I put my hand on his shoulder, he just curled in on himself. After I told him it was all right, he threw his arms around me, almost as if he wants to be saved. Hermione, my mate is troubled. And I can't – I just can't leave him there. Or do nothing. I have to help him, Hermione." He realised that once again he had been crying, and he angrily wiped the tears away.

"He?" she asked softly, her heart aching for her friend.

Harry nodded. "Yes."

Hermione gave a nod of her own. "All right. What did you manage to see or feel."

The dark haired teen sighed. "I don't really know that much, but looking back, some things look… clearer. He has blond hair, about the same length as my own, he's lean and rather pale. But, honestly, I don't know much more. Only that he's rather troubled. Which made me think that he might've lost someone in the war. But – and this is wild speculation, Hermione – I think it might be Draco Malfoy."

Hermione frowned, biting on her lower lip. "I had the same thought, a few weeks back, when you asked me to watch him. But… can you be certain?"

Harry shook his head. "No. It was just an idea. I have to have more dreams to be sure. Like I said, it is wild speculation, since he's really the only blond-haired person I know who I see reasonably often, and the only one I know who has troubles at the moment. It just made sense to me to think it's him."

Hermione nodded, a yawn escaping her. "All right. We'll figure it out later today. Or else in the days to come. But, Harry, will you be all right?" she asked with concern, her brown eyes sympathetic.

He gave her a wobbly smile. "Yes, I think I will be. Let's just figure out if it is indeed Malfoy, and we'll take it from there. Thank you, Hermione, for being such a good friend."

She smiled, before she stood up and gave him a hug. "It's nothing. As long as you're happy. I'll see you later."

He smiled at her, before he stood up, himself. His eyelids began to droop, and he sluggishly made his way to his bed.

He was asleep before his head even touched the pillow.

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Harry woke up to the sound of someone practically getting a heart attack.

"What the bloody hell?!"

He opened his eyes, glaring at Seamus. But something looked off. "What?" he asked gruffly, raising himself.

Seamus pointed, barely able to put together a coherent sentence. "Wings! You and… wings. How can you have wings?!"

Harry groaned, only now remembering he forgot to pull his curtains closed. Or put the spell up. And, what was worse, Seamus had woken up the dorm.

"Seamus, shuddup," Ron groaned, before he, too, opened his eyes to see what all the commotion was about. One look at Harry, and he sat straight up. "Oh, no. Harry, how could you forget!"

The dark haired teen flushed. "I didn't mean to! I was up last night, and I forgot to pull my curtains! I didn't mean to!" With a sigh, he turned to the rest of his housemates, who looked both curious and aghast. "I'm a Veela. I've turned into one on my birthday, and I've been trying to hide it from you. Please, please, don't tell anyone. I don't need this kind of attention."

Seamus looked like he might fall down in a dead faint. Instead he lowered himself to the ground, only a few paces from Harry's bed.

Everyone got up from their bed to gather around Harry's, who felt a bit exposed without his pyjama shirt.

"Are you really a Veela?" Neville asked softly, his eyes swivelling from Harry's face to his wings, just like everybody in the room except Ron.

Harry nodded, whishing he could draw the covers up. He retracted his wings, and eyes widened around the room. "Yes, I'm really a Veela. Yes, you may ask questions. No, you may not touch the wings?"

"Why?" asked Dean, not accusingly, but curious.

Harry shrugged. "I don't really feel comfortable when people touch them. I think me and my mate are the only ones who get to touch them."

Seamus's eyes widened. "You have a mate? As in, bound to be together? That sorta thing?"

He groaned, but nodded. "Yes, mate in every sense of the word, I'm afraid."

"Where is your mate?"

Harry wondered why Neville of all people should be interested in such a thing. "I'm, er, still looking for that person. It's still sort of a mystery."

Seamus finally managed to stand up, before he walked forward and clapped Harry on his back. "We'll be here for ye, Harry. Won't we?"

Nods followed that statement, and Harry smiled. "Thanks, guys. That means a lot to me. But, erm, can't a bloke get a break? I would really like to dress, now that you've woken me up." He mock-glared at Seamus, who saluted him, before everybody scampered off to their part of the room.

Harry sighed. It was bound to be a long day.
A/N: Hello, lovely people! All at once, I had the best inspiration since a while. Also, on a more important note, I don't know when the next chapter is coming out. The reason for that is pure and simple. In February, I'll be moving out, so I'll be focussing on that. And, also, I think it'll take a while before I have Internet there. So, we'll see what happens in the months to come :). Also, because I'm certain I won't get another chapter out this month, happy holidays!

I do love my A/N:s at FanFiction :). Also, I guess this chapter is filled with more drama and angst than romance. Oh, well.

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They're such great friends to Harry
True friends will be there for you no matter what, and that's exactly the type of friends Harry has...