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Here is day five of St. Patrick's Day. The summary reads this. “Another Draco Veela story. But this time he meets Harry's best friend from childhood who also happens to be a Zabini? What's this about Pansy and a certain Irish Lion? And why did Blaise's mum kill her own sister? Gets dark over time.”
TITLE: Unspoken Veela
PERPETRATOR: unwritten whispers
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Railah Bruhn. Draco Malfoy
SPECIES: Railah is a witch while Draco is half Veela, sometimes correctly refered to as full Veela.
HAIR: “From when she was only nine years old, she already started dying it blonde. This time though, it reminded him of Malfoy in a way. The white platinum blonde reached her thighs, as the untouched raven colored bangs hung right above her eyes.”
EYES: “doll like rounded eyes, the color of a rain covered leaf, sitting in the sun”
MARKINGS: “skin as golden as when the sun is just about to set in the sky” And... “She had also gotten a couple tattoos. Across her lower stomach, from hip to hip she had the word, Forgotten, and going down from her left breast to her pierced belly button were separated praying hands holding a broken rosary with tear shaped beads, and the cross as the 'T,' in Forgotten. Her left thigh had a monarch butterfly the size of a baseball, flying up her black shorts, with a giant crow, the size of a football flying up the back of her leg after it. Only the tips of the crows wings were black, making it look more like a shadow than anything. There was a trail following the butterfly, wrapping around the crows neck, and reaching her ankle. The trail was made up of words, even in the darkest of times; remember there is always a light.”
POSSESSIONS: “ In her left ear she had, five gold balls in the cartridge, a yellow diamond in the tragus and four white diamonds in the earlobe. Her right ear had three red diamonds in the cartridge, a yellow diamond in the tragus and five green diamonds in the earlobe. There was a pink diamond in her left nostril and in her upper lip on the right side, and when she spoke, he could see a flash of a neon pink ball in her tongue.” And... “She was wearing tiny black jeans with a yellow colored strapless shirt, reaching the pink diamond in her navel.”
CONNECTION TO CANON: She is Blaise Zabini's cousin. Harry told her about being a wizard when he was younger because she was his only friend and the only one who understood that Dudley was the way he was. Harry forgives her for being of the Pureblood leniage. Also, Draco is part Veela, a secret his mother has been keeping and Blaise is a Death Eater.
ORIGIN: “Railah was from the island of Oahu, and thought that visiting her godfather in Britain was cooler than going to the island of Maui for a vacation.”
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Because of all her earrings and the way she dresses she now looks American, at least according to Harry. Blaize is such good friends with Draco that he can cry in front of him.
NOTES: According to the suethor's profile, she is also from the island of Oahu. The suethor has a picture of herself for the icon and appears to be tan skinned and has bleached her dark hair blond. Also, is it even possible to have that many earrings on ones ears? I think it is bad when I got this much from the first chapter plus a little of a second and there was stuff I didn't yet cover. There is not telling what other gems this one has.
SAMPLE:
It was his soon to be his sixth year at Hogwarts, and everything had been a foggy whirl for him so far. In the beginning of the year, the ministry of magic had been calling him and Dumbledore a nonstop load of names, saying that he was crazy and that Dumbledore belonged in a loony bin. There were even a few suggestions that he had killed Cedric himself; in fear that he would no longer be the golden boy. Then that night at the ministry, when Voldemort himself had appeared, had happened; thinking of it, sent the shivers down his spine. The taunting laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange haunted the back of his mind, with that piercing screech of; I killed Sirius Black, laughing while actually skipping down the corridor.
Her own cousin, he thought to himself, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes and his neck. He often thought of killing his cousin at times, but it was just a thought. Dudley deserved it though, no doubt. But to take it to that extreme? The lifeless black eyes staring back at him every time he would shut his own emerald colored eyes; the way that ravens bird nest constantly sat on her head in curls to her back. The mourning black dress she seemed to always wear as a symbol of death. Everything about that crazy woman haunted him. Her own cousin, he thought again, her own fucking cousin<.
Hearing the rapping noise from his bedrooms window, Harry stirred out of his thoughts. Jumping in his seat, he half expected to see Errol, the Weasley's family owl or even Gemini, the Grangers family owl, but this one was new. This owl belonged neither to the ministry nor to any of his friends. He tried to think of Luna's owl or Neville's, even Cho Chang's but this owl was seemingly different. Walking over, he opened the window, stepping back to allow the owl inside. "Hullo," he said, petting the owl gently. Whoever this owl belonged to, he envied them. As much as he loved Hedwig, this owl was beautiful. An almost midnight black color with storms of grey and white swirled in only the underbelly and tracing the wings. If a muggle were to see this bird flying at night, he had no doubt they would be shutting their eyes and making a wish.
Grabbing the letter, he noticed his name neatly written on the front. None of his friends had a hand writing this neat. Opening it, the rush of honey and cinnamon flooded his nose, and he already felt himself grinning.
Harry Freaking Potter,
How's my owl? Bet you didn't think I'd have one of my own did you? But she's beautiful huh? I know she's not as gorgeous as Hedwig, but at least now poor Hedwig won't have to make countless journeys on her own. I'm thinking we could share Whisper every now and then huh? Well so anyways… I'm back love. Just thought I'd let you know. So yes, I did send Whisper next door to you to give you this letter. Can we meet? I have so much to tell you. You're never going to believe what I just found out. And I know you have much to tell me. I could tell from your letter last week that you're hiding something from me. I know it's been three years since I actually came to visit, but a lot has happened in three years. For the both of us.
I'm sorry to hear about your godfather. I know you loved him deeply, and from the letters him and I often shared, he was a great man Harry. When you wrote me what happened I cried for him. I cried for him. I cried for you. And I even cried for my own godfather, which is one of the reasons I'm here this summer. To spend time with him. I hope my selfishness doesn't upset you. But stay strong Harry. If you've managed to live with the Dursley's all of your life, I know you'll win this war. This Voldemort - see I'm not scared to say his name - guy has no idea who he's fucking with.
Okay… long letter, I'm dragging right? It's just that there's so much I want to say. But I can't say it all in here. I know how much you dredge long letters. So this meeting of ours? One hour? The park at the corner? There's a swing set with our name on it!
Okay this is it now. See you in an hour…
Lots of love,
Railah
Harry couldn't help but to laugh at the letter he just received. Quickly scribbling a messy, an hour seems to long but I'll be there, and shoving a cookie into the owl's beak, he watched the beautiful bird fly directly into the window next door. He couldn't hide the grin on his face. Railah always has been and always will be his best friend. Granted he had Ron and Hermione. But before them, all he had was Railah. Sure he had all of the Weasleys and Ginny, oh how badly he wanted to introduce Railah and Ginny; they would just love each other. Even Hermione, they would both get along with Railah so much, but before he had any of them, he only had Railah. They were all the other had.
He couldn't help but to think back to the day when he first got his letter that he had been accepted into Hogwarts. Uncle Vernon had gone nearly insane with all the owls and all the envelopes coming for him from every possible angle. They ended up at a remote cabin; somewhere Uncle Vernon thought they would be alone. Then Hagrid showed up. The memory brought a smug grin to his lips as he remembered how Hagrid gave Dudley a tail. Hagrid took him that night, promising him he would love it at Hogwarts and telling him how much of a great headmaster, Dumbledore was. Hagrid took him back to the house, and told him to pack his clothes and whatever necessities he would need. He promised him that he would return for him in two weeks' time, so he could pick up his school things, then another two weeks from then he would pick him up to take him to the train station.
TITLE: Unspoken Veela
PERPETRATOR: unwritten whispers
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Railah Bruhn. Draco Malfoy
SPECIES: Railah is a witch while Draco is half Veela, sometimes correctly refered to as full Veela.
HAIR: “From when she was only nine years old, she already started dying it blonde. This time though, it reminded him of Malfoy in a way. The white platinum blonde reached her thighs, as the untouched raven colored bangs hung right above her eyes.”
EYES: “doll like rounded eyes, the color of a rain covered leaf, sitting in the sun”
MARKINGS: “skin as golden as when the sun is just about to set in the sky” And... “She had also gotten a couple tattoos. Across her lower stomach, from hip to hip she had the word, Forgotten, and going down from her left breast to her pierced belly button were separated praying hands holding a broken rosary with tear shaped beads, and the cross as the 'T,' in Forgotten. Her left thigh had a monarch butterfly the size of a baseball, flying up her black shorts, with a giant crow, the size of a football flying up the back of her leg after it. Only the tips of the crows wings were black, making it look more like a shadow than anything. There was a trail following the butterfly, wrapping around the crows neck, and reaching her ankle. The trail was made up of words, even in the darkest of times; remember there is always a light.”
POSSESSIONS: “ In her left ear she had, five gold balls in the cartridge, a yellow diamond in the tragus and four white diamonds in the earlobe. Her right ear had three red diamonds in the cartridge, a yellow diamond in the tragus and five green diamonds in the earlobe. There was a pink diamond in her left nostril and in her upper lip on the right side, and when she spoke, he could see a flash of a neon pink ball in her tongue.” And... “She was wearing tiny black jeans with a yellow colored strapless shirt, reaching the pink diamond in her navel.”
CONNECTION TO CANON: She is Blaise Zabini's cousin. Harry told her about being a wizard when he was younger because she was his only friend and the only one who understood that Dudley was the way he was. Harry forgives her for being of the Pureblood leniage. Also, Draco is part Veela, a secret his mother has been keeping and Blaise is a Death Eater.
ORIGIN: “Railah was from the island of Oahu, and thought that visiting her godfather in Britain was cooler than going to the island of Maui for a vacation.”
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Because of all her earrings and the way she dresses she now looks American, at least according to Harry. Blaize is such good friends with Draco that he can cry in front of him.
NOTES: According to the suethor's profile, she is also from the island of Oahu. The suethor has a picture of herself for the icon and appears to be tan skinned and has bleached her dark hair blond. Also, is it even possible to have that many earrings on ones ears? I think it is bad when I got this much from the first chapter plus a little of a second and there was stuff I didn't yet cover. There is not telling what other gems this one has.
SAMPLE:
It was his soon to be his sixth year at Hogwarts, and everything had been a foggy whirl for him so far. In the beginning of the year, the ministry of magic had been calling him and Dumbledore a nonstop load of names, saying that he was crazy and that Dumbledore belonged in a loony bin. There were even a few suggestions that he had killed Cedric himself; in fear that he would no longer be the golden boy. Then that night at the ministry, when Voldemort himself had appeared, had happened; thinking of it, sent the shivers down his spine. The taunting laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange haunted the back of his mind, with that piercing screech of; I killed Sirius Black, laughing while actually skipping down the corridor.
Her own cousin, he thought to himself, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes and his neck. He often thought of killing his cousin at times, but it was just a thought. Dudley deserved it though, no doubt. But to take it to that extreme? The lifeless black eyes staring back at him every time he would shut his own emerald colored eyes; the way that ravens bird nest constantly sat on her head in curls to her back. The mourning black dress she seemed to always wear as a symbol of death. Everything about that crazy woman haunted him. Her own cousin, he thought again, her own fucking cousin<.
Hearing the rapping noise from his bedrooms window, Harry stirred out of his thoughts. Jumping in his seat, he half expected to see Errol, the Weasley's family owl or even Gemini, the Grangers family owl, but this one was new. This owl belonged neither to the ministry nor to any of his friends. He tried to think of Luna's owl or Neville's, even Cho Chang's but this owl was seemingly different. Walking over, he opened the window, stepping back to allow the owl inside. "Hullo," he said, petting the owl gently. Whoever this owl belonged to, he envied them. As much as he loved Hedwig, this owl was beautiful. An almost midnight black color with storms of grey and white swirled in only the underbelly and tracing the wings. If a muggle were to see this bird flying at night, he had no doubt they would be shutting their eyes and making a wish.
Grabbing the letter, he noticed his name neatly written on the front. None of his friends had a hand writing this neat. Opening it, the rush of honey and cinnamon flooded his nose, and he already felt himself grinning.
Harry Freaking Potter,
How's my owl? Bet you didn't think I'd have one of my own did you? But she's beautiful huh? I know she's not as gorgeous as Hedwig, but at least now poor Hedwig won't have to make countless journeys on her own. I'm thinking we could share Whisper every now and then huh? Well so anyways… I'm back love. Just thought I'd let you know. So yes, I did send Whisper next door to you to give you this letter. Can we meet? I have so much to tell you. You're never going to believe what I just found out. And I know you have much to tell me. I could tell from your letter last week that you're hiding something from me. I know it's been three years since I actually came to visit, but a lot has happened in three years. For the both of us.
I'm sorry to hear about your godfather. I know you loved him deeply, and from the letters him and I often shared, he was a great man Harry. When you wrote me what happened I cried for him. I cried for him. I cried for you. And I even cried for my own godfather, which is one of the reasons I'm here this summer. To spend time with him. I hope my selfishness doesn't upset you. But stay strong Harry. If you've managed to live with the Dursley's all of your life, I know you'll win this war. This Voldemort - see I'm not scared to say his name - guy has no idea who he's fucking with.
Okay… long letter, I'm dragging right? It's just that there's so much I want to say. But I can't say it all in here. I know how much you dredge long letters. So this meeting of ours? One hour? The park at the corner? There's a swing set with our name on it!
Okay this is it now. See you in an hour…
Lots of love,
Railah
Harry couldn't help but to laugh at the letter he just received. Quickly scribbling a messy, an hour seems to long but I'll be there, and shoving a cookie into the owl's beak, he watched the beautiful bird fly directly into the window next door. He couldn't hide the grin on his face. Railah always has been and always will be his best friend. Granted he had Ron and Hermione. But before them, all he had was Railah. Sure he had all of the Weasleys and Ginny, oh how badly he wanted to introduce Railah and Ginny; they would just love each other. Even Hermione, they would both get along with Railah so much, but before he had any of them, he only had Railah. They were all the other had.
He couldn't help but to think back to the day when he first got his letter that he had been accepted into Hogwarts. Uncle Vernon had gone nearly insane with all the owls and all the envelopes coming for him from every possible angle. They ended up at a remote cabin; somewhere Uncle Vernon thought they would be alone. Then Hagrid showed up. The memory brought a smug grin to his lips as he remembered how Hagrid gave Dudley a tail. Hagrid took him that night, promising him he would love it at Hogwarts and telling him how much of a great headmaster, Dumbledore was. Hagrid took him back to the house, and told him to pack his clothes and whatever necessities he would need. He promised him that he would return for him in two weeks' time, so he could pick up his school things, then another two weeks from then he would pick him up to take him to the train station.