Not your usual Veela mate

A Truly Rotten Morning Or A Jackass for Breakfast

Harry was not in a good mood when he stalked into the Great Hall. What had promised to be a good morning had quickly deteriorated beyond belief. How dare they accuse him of using the Dark Arts? Were they trying to turn him into a new Dark Lord? It didn't exactly inspire him to fight for the future of the wizarding world, now did it? At the moment they could all go and hang themselves for all he cared!

Sitting down at the edge of the Gryffindor table, Harry stabbed a few sausages and put them on his plate, adding a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs. His appetite was long gone, but he knew he needed to eat. He only managed a few mouthfuls though, before his body rebelled at the mere thought of more food.

Draco watched him with some concern, but refrained from saying anything. Now was not the time to push his mate to eat better. Instead, he applied himself to his own breakfast; they really didn't have much time before classes began.

Or rather, he attempted to apply himself to his breakfast. The accusations had angered him as well, and in the end his anger and irritation at Dumbledore won out over his appetite. It was with relief he noted the arrival of the mail and he looked up in an attempt to spot his owl.

Harry was listlessly sipping the last of his pumpkin juice when the mail came. Looking up, searching for Hedwig, he was surprised at the large number of Howlers clamped in the sharp beaks. He was even more astonished to find that most were heading his way.

Dozens of red envelopes rained down on him and it wasn't until Errol dropped onto his plate, more dead than alive, that Harry came out of his stupor. Sighing in disgust, he untied the letter and opened it. Might as well find out what had everyone's knickers in a twist.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU ACT SO DISGRACEFULLY! HAVE YOU ANY IDEA WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE VISIT THE SEVEN SINS? AND TO FIND OUT FROM THE DAILY PROPHET THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WENT THERE! YOUR PARENTS MUST BE ROLLING IN THEIR GRAVES!

"YOU ARE TO DESTROY THOSE DISGUSTING CLOTHES AND YOU ARE TO PROMISE ME YOU WILL NEVER WEAR LEATHER AGAIN, IS THAT CLEAR, YOUNG MAN?

"I'M NOT SURPRISED THOUGH, SOCIALIZING WITH THOSE MALFOYS. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT WHEN RON TOLD ME DRACO IS A VEELA AND THAT HE HAD PICKED YOU OF ALL PEOPLE. IF THIS IS WHAT THEY HAVE LURED YOU INTO DOING, THEN YOU HAD BETTER BREAK OFF THE RELATIONSHIP RIGHT NOW! OR YOU ARE NEVER SETTING FOOT IN MY HOME AGAIN. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?

"I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, HARRY. I REALLY THOUGHT YOU HAD BETTER TASTE,AND ABOVE ALL, BETTER MANNERS THAN THIS. LEATHER! MALFOY! REALLY!

"YOU BETTER CLEAN UP YOUR ACT, MISTER. THOSE DEATH EATERS WILL ONLY BE THE DEATH OF YOU! UNTIL YOU HAVE BROKEN OFF THIS UNHEALTHY ATTACHMENT WITH THE MALFOYS, YOU ARE TO STAY AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN. ONLY CONTACT THEM WHEN YOU HAVE REPENTED FOR YOUR ACTIONS!"

With that, the Howler burst into flames and ashes rained down on the breakfast table. Harry snorted and cast a cleaning charm. Watching the trembling letters that waited to spew forth their spite, Harry shook his head and incinerated them, never bothering to open them.

"Honestly!" Harry snorted, his words easily carrying to everyone in the Hall since the students were all holding their breaths, not wanting to miss Harry's reaction to the accusations. "Who does she think she is? Consorting? Unhealthy attachment? Disgusting clothes! She hasn't even seen how I dress and she is casting me aside because I dare to be different?"