Chapter 1
Harry should be happy now that the war is over and Voldemort is gone for good. He worked so hard and tirelessly to achieve this goal. He should be living his dream life, but he's not. He can't. He suffers PTSD from the war. He also still suffers from his childhood. The family he grew up with abused him in all ways. They were the ones to instill Harry with the idea that Harry was worthless. That he was a freak. That he didn't deserve love. It was hard to get over that mentality, especially when you believed in it yourself. Many of his friends tried to show Harry what love was like, but it didn't help. Hermione and Ron did their best, but Harry still could not believe himself worthy.
It did not help that his wings had been cut off at 15 after obtaining them through a creature inheritance. He had become a fallen one, an angel. They were blessed with mates who would love, cherish, and care for them. His creature status helped him heal faster and survive the war, but it did not bring him a mate. Harry searched for his mate, but once he found him, Harry knew he would be rejected. He was ceremoniously rejected outright. It hurt. Harry was overwrought with grief, Without his mate, he would wither away. His magic would go first, but by his 21st birthday, he would die.
Harry was just glad he was able to finish off Voldemort and get his NEWTS before his magic left him.
"Hermione, Ron I have something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I am a fallen one. I used to have beautiful black raven like wings. That was until my so called relatives saw them and cut them off. The thing is my creature status comes with a mate. Said mate has since rejected me and I will go through mate rejection. This means I will lose my magic and eventually die. Please don't pressure me about telling you who it is."
"You have all the luck don't you Harry?" Ron asked.
"Oh Harry, we will help you anyway we can." Hermione promised. Ron nodded in agreement.
He was glad his for his friends.
He bought a cabin in the woods. He vacationed on the beach in Maldives. He spent time with his friends. He spoiled his godson Teddy. He set up non profit organizations for orphans, abused children, creatures, and other charities. He pined away for his mate. He lost his magic.
He wasn't sure he'd make it to his 21st birthday. So he had a giant birthday bash for his 20th. He invited all the Weasley's, and all his friends.
He had Dobby make a bunch of food to serve. He decorated his deck with fairy lights and had a fire pit going for warmth and marshmallows later. He had Fred and George make special fireworks to end the night out. He even asked Molly to create a special cake for his birthday.
Luna, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Pansy, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, Bill, Fleur, Percy, Penny, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Lee, Katie, Oliver, Viktor, Minerva, Filius, Ginny, and Severus all came.
The party went off without a hitch. That is until Draco, Hermione, and Ron cornered him.
"Harry please tell us who your mate is."
"Why would I tell you that? So you can badger him into accepting me, after he rejected me? No thank you. I don't want to guilt him into anything. He doesn't want me. He would hate me more for making him keep me alive."
"Oh Harry." Hermione sighed.
"We just want to understand why you would let him do this to you." Draco said.
Harry sighed. "I am nothing. I am worthless. I am a freak. I am just another dunderhead fool to him. And without my wings, what kind of angel am I?"
"Harry you are none of those things. You are worthy. Just because you don't have your wings, doesn't make you any less of an angel. Your awful relatives are to blame for that." Hermione exclaimed.
Ron and Draco nodded in agreement.
"It doesn't matter because he rejected me. That is all that matters."
"Yeah, but who would reject you?" Ron asked.
Harry glared at him. "Someone who doesn't care for my name, fame or money. For which I am glad because I would hate for my mate to use me like that. Someone who hates me. Someone who believes I am worthless. At least someone sees me for who I actually am."
They were shocked into silence by his statement. He huffed. "Please let's go back to the party. Enjoy it and let me die in peace."
The three followed Harry in a somber pace, they would not let it go, yet. They would figure out who it was and confront them. They would fix this!!!! Harry knew better though. There was no fixing it.
They had cake. Fred and George set off their amazing fireworks. Harry teared up. He thanked everyone who came as they left. He sighed mournfully at the quiet his house once again became.
"So ashamed of your mate, you won't tell your little friends who it is?" A voice barked out. Harry jumped and glared at Severus.
"No, my mate is ashamed of me, and rejected me." Harry snarked back.
Severus scoffed. "I wonder why."
Harry teared up. "Don't."
"Some mate. Doesn't even want you. The boy-who-lived. The savior. Who would?"
Harry growled. "That's right. Harry Potter doesn't deserve love. Harry Potter doesn't deserve to live. God you are an ass."
"..."
Harry laughed wetly. "I don't understand what your problem is. You are the one who rejected me! What do you want me to do? Beg?! No, I refuse. I should not have to beg someone to love and care for me. Get the fuck out of my house! NOW!!!!!!!!!"
Harry pushed past Severus who was gaping at him and slammed his bedroom door shut. He locked it and put up wards that rivaled Hogwarts. He threw himself onto the bed and sobbed.