Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Little Secrets ❯ Waking Up & Answers ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter Four: Waking Up and Answers.

Sirius and Remus stayed by Harry's side, but the boy was in a potion induced sleep. Madame Pomfrey finally drove them out to get some food and to rest.

"I'll send word when he wakes up. He'll be sent to Albus if you're not here before he leaves, now GO!"

Both men had no choice but to leave, in fear of the Nurse banning them from the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey went over to her only patient. She checked his vitals once more before going to her office for dinner. A simple charm would tell her if Harry got worse.

Harry began to stir. His mouth felt like cotton from all the potions he was forced to drink and his stomach grumbled with hunger. Slowly, Harry sat up and looked around the room.

`I'm in the Hospital Wing. At Hogwarts. It wasn't just a dream!' Harry grinned. "Snape and Malfoy won't dance on my grave! Thank God! The thought of Snape in a tutu is scarring! `But not one of Malfoy in a tutu? Or maybe in nothing at all...'

That thought made Harry frown. Where in the hell had that come from?

Shaking his head to clear away the frightening thoughts, Harry got out of bed and took off some of his clothes. His body temperature had returned to normal, and it was the end of July.

Since Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen and Harry didn't want her to baby him anyway, he left the Hospital Wing for the Great Hall and food. Scratch hungry, he was starved.

A clock chimed from one of the towers, signaling five thirty; the time that Hogwarts usually had supper. Harry looked down at his clothes and frowned. `I hope McGonagall's not there. I'm not really dressed to be seen.'

His growling stomach pulled Harry out of his thoughts and he sped up, unconsciously walking more gracefully than he usually did. There was a…sway about his movements that spoke of lazy cats and seduction.

There was a lot more noise than Harry expected coming from the Great Hall when he arrived. That's when Harry remembered that there had been a lot of Slytherins in the Hospital Wing when he was brought in.

"Now I really wish I had my trunk." Harry said to himself, tugging at his clothes self-consciously. He was wearing a pair of old, worn jeans and a black t-shirt that seemed a size or two too small.

"Hmm, that shirt fit yesterday... I think."

His feet were bare.

Sighing, Harry shrugged. `I need food now more than clothes. I'd feel stupid surviving that flu only to end up dying of starvation.'

Slowly, Harry opened the door to the Great Hall just a crack and peeked his head in. It seemed the Hufflepuff Table was being used to house the students, adults and professors that had stayed over the summer. To Harry's surprise, everyone seemed to be getting along. Even Professor Snape and Sirius, although neither was talking to the other.

Sadly McGonagall noticed Harry first.

"Potter! What are you doing out of the Hospital Wing?" she said, stopping the whole table's conversations.

What do you say to something like that? 'Hi! I'm walking to the table to get food. Duh!' No, she'd probably have an aneurysm if he said that.

"Err." That works.

Harry was saved having to answer by Sirius jumping up and running over to his godson.

"Harry! You're awake! Oh you must be hungry! Come on! Let's get you something to eat!"

Harry never got a word in, as Sirius was picking him up and carrying him over to the table.

"Sirius! Put me down!" Harry spluttered. "I'm fine! I can walk you know! My legs didn't shrivel up and fall off!"

Sirius stopped about a foot from the table and looked at Harry concerned.

"You sure?"

Harry struggled out of his grip. "Yes." he said before pointing down to his legs. "They're right here."

Dumbledore chuckled as Sirius watched his godson slide into a seat and start in on the sushi. A moment later Sirius sat down beside him and watched, along with the whole table, as Harry devoured piece after piece.

Remus finally spoke up before Harry could eat the whole dish. "I didn't know you liked sushi, Harry."

Harry stopped, his mouth full, and looked around at everyone watching him before turning beet red.

"Me either, Moony."

Everyone started eating again, like someone had pushed the 'play' button on a paused movie. A few of the Slytherins stared at Harry, missing their mouth as they tried to eat. That's when Harry noticed who he was sitting with.

Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Matthew Flint, Luis Montague, Terence Higgs, Gregory Goyle. Harry gave a start at that name.

Grabbing his drink, he continued on. Theodore Knott, McGonagall, Flitwick, Dumbledore. Harry paused and took a sip from the strawberry flavored juiced. Snape, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy-

The last two names made Harry choke on his yummy drink. Everybody was looking at him again. Snape sneered.

"God Potter, is it possible for you to eat like a civil human being; not like some rabid mutt? Must be your godfather's work."

Sirius growled, opening his mouth to retaliate, but Harry beat him to it. The room grew a few degrees warmer.

"God Snape, can't you speak like a civil human being; not like some commoner? All those years under a madman's rule must have cracked your head."

Suddenly Harry came to his senses and clapped a hand over his mouth. The voice he had spoken in had been deeper than his own, subtly, and as cold as ice. Many of the Slytherins glared at him, Remus raised his eyebrows and Sirius just grinned.

Snape, whose face was white with shock, was rapidly turning red. "Why you..." he began but was cut off by the shrill cries of "ALBUS! HE'S GONE! ALBUS!"

McGonagall looked at Harry sharply. "Did Madame Pomfrey release you from the Hospital Wing, Potter?"

Harry turned scarlet. `The cat's outta the bag.' ”Hmm, sort of..." A sharper glare. "Umm, no, not really."

Sirius winced in sympathy. "This is gonna hurt Harry, my boy." Harry paled.

"But she wasn't there. At least I never saw her! And I was hungry!"

Madame Pomfrey burst through the doors, her white robes flapping, and her face red.

"Albus, Mr. Potter is-"

"Right here." Dumbledore said before she could panic. Madame Pomfrey looked at her prisoner, umm patient, sitting at the table with a guilty look on his face and her eyes narrowed.

"Mr. Potter, did I give you permission to leave?"

Harry gulped. Blaise Zabini snickered.

"Well..."

Dumbledore stood up before his Nurse could become a murderer and do what Voldemort had wanted to do since before Harry was born.

“Harry is better now, Poppy. After I talk with him in my office I'll send him to you for a final check-up. Come with me, Harry my boy."

Harry practically jumped out of his seat and joined Dumbledore, making sure he was on the side opposite the rabid looking nurse.

Dumbledore turned back to the table. "Sirius, Remus, I think it's best you join us."

Harry gave his Headmaster one curious glance before following him out the door.

The four men walked in silence towards the Headmaster's office. Since Harry hated silences, he asked the question he'd been dying, almost literally, to know.

"So Professor, do you know what happened to me?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, but it's best we wait until we are safe in my office. Candy Corn."

The gargoyle jumped aside and Harry noticed how everything from here on sparkled brightly. Sirius put a comforting hand on his shoulder as they all sat in the now shiny, at least from Harry's point of view, office.

Harry sat on the edge of his chair, now slightly nervous. Dumbledore sighed before beginning.

"Harry, did you know that your mother was considered one of the most beautiful women to ever attend this school?"

Harry shook his head. What did his mother's beauty have to do with him being sick?

Sirius sighed. "That she was. If she didn't belong with James I would have went after her."

Remus smiled. "If you survived James' jealous rages."

Dumbledore chuckled before continuing. "Your mother had a secret. And that secret is what made you sick this past week. Am I correct?"

Harry nodded again. "Yes. Now that I think about it. I've been sick a full week exactly. So what does my mum have to do with this?"

"Harry," said Dumbledore gently. "This might come as a shock for you but Lily Evans was a Veela. And not just an ordinary one either. She was part of a rare race called Naturaspecies or what we would call Elemental Veela. You are also an Elemental Veela."

Harry just starred at the old man. Shock was the most prominent expression on his face. Finally he got his voice back. "But Veela are fair and... And, female! I have black hair and I think I would know by now if I'm male or female! This can't be true!"

Sirius put his arm around his godson. "It is. Lily was a Veela and James was her mate. That's why they got together after fifth year. Lily received her inheritance. Although she never became as sick as you did."

Harry's eyes were wide. "Is that why her love saved me from the Killing Curse? Because she was an Elemental Veela? And why was I coughing up blood? And the heat and the cold?"

Remus cleared his throat. "Well, a Veela's primary want in life is its mate. If its mate or their children are in danger, they will use any means of protection they can. Veela can get away with murder if their mate or children are threatened; especially the Elementals. I'm not too sure about the receiving of an Elemental Veela's inheritance though."

Dumbledore picked up where Remus left off. “Well, for a person to be an Elemental Veela, you need only one of your parents to be one. The fact that your father was a pureblooded wizard makes you even more powerful. Now, Elementals, like yourself, and your mother have this heat and cold flu, you could call it, because it will be one of your best defenses against enemies. Did you notice, down in the Great Hall when you were angered by Severus' comment, the whole room rose in temperature? Anger produces a heat that can help you call upon your powers of the elements such as fire and lightning. If you feel threatened, your body will instead give off a cold, like the one you were experiencing today. You will not feel these like you did while your body was being prepared to receive its powers. The cold helps you control ice and water. These two defenses are also like beginners to help you gain your other powers."

Remus nodded. "When we went to pick him up the ice on his door was two centimeters thick and froze when I tried to melt it."

Harry frowned. "I felt magic in the house. I've never felt that before. And everything in here sparkles. Is that normal?"

Sirius nodded. "Your mother could see a prank a mile away after her sixteenth birthday. But she stopped hating James and viola, you are the product."

Harry blushed. "You said that a Veela needs to find its mate. Will I?"

"Yes Harry, but we will wait until the school year to see what we will do about that." decided Dumbledore. "I have a feeling we won't have to wait too long for you to find them."

Remus and Sirius frowned. Dumbledore knew who Harry's mate was already?

Harry didn't notice or didn't want to notice the meaning of Dumbledore's words and went on.

"What about all the blood? That was the worst."

"Yes, you lost a lot of blood I'm told. Well that was the Veela blood driving out your 'muggle' blood. Since Lily wasn't a muggle your body purged itself of that blood. You now have new Veela blood coursing through your veins."

Harry suddenly got very excited. "Professor, Moony said that my mother's love and powers as an Elemental Veela saved me that night right?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, love can be considered an element and Veelas are beings of love. What is your point Harry?"

"Well, if I have new blood, the blood of my mother, then the blood Voldemort took from me in the Third Task is useless. I have new blood and my mother's protection would be restored with my inheritance. Maybe that old protection was my father's protection and now I have both restored."

A/N: There I leave you with a cliffie of sorts. Is Harry right? I know he sounds pretty calm about the whole thing but it hasn't really hit him yet. And he's skeptical. He wants all the answers. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I LOVE reviews.

Makalani Astral: Actually I said that Crabbe is at Drumstang and that a Greg was coming to Hogwarts. Sorry for the mix up.

pazed: Sirius is a bit over the top, but he's newly reborn. It' sort of like when Austin Powers was unfrozen and he yelled a lot. He'll calm down. I hope.

Two-Bit-Wannabe: Harry's gonna have to fight to get some Slytherin approval (That shouldn't be too hard with his Veela Appeal) Pansy is the one who really cares right now. She's the only female Slytherin there and she has a gift. Her friends are following her on the Harry subject. Yes Draco and tutus are fun together. But Snape and tutus still disturb me.

nocturnallupine: There! I end your torment!

MaraWeaves:Thanks! I'll fix that right away!

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S. Tangerine.