Chapter 45
Chapter 45
He was itching.
Badly.
And not because he was some unsanitary brute from the Middle Ages.
He couldn’t stand it!
He hated it!
He wanted it to stop.
But he knew it wouldn’t.
Not when he was lucky enough to have skipped the ‘lovely’ experience in his first life.
Because he died before it happened, that is.
And although a magical ‘inheritance’ has many benefits such as an extended lifespan, perhaps even immortality if one is really lucky as well as extra bloodline abilities, to the envy of ignorant mudbloods, he would rather avoid it altogether. But then again, that might have been due to a fear of the unknown. There is a very good reason why purebloods are so picky when it comes to marriage after all. Because what kind of offspring would a Goyle get with a Delacour? That is a part Troll with a part Veela?
He would hope to never find out.
But his case was something else entirely. From his distant descent from High Elves and the more recent Veela blood on the Malfoy side, as well as Naga heritage from the Slytherins and Gaunts that was recent enough for the Dark Lord to gain some attributes after his resurrection… He honestly had no idea of what kind of Chimaera he may turn out to be, so his apprehension was justified. But that was his previous life. A life where he was most likely to become some kind of scaly Veela.
But this time around he couldn’t even begin to predict just what he will turn out to be. And not because he was stupid, either. But because he couldn’t even begin to guess what kind of ‘surprise’ was hidden in his ancestry. Because no one would be able to convince him that immunity to flame and kinship with dragons is a normal human trait! And the Starks? Those were a mystery altogether.
It shouldn’t have been a problem.
After all, one only undergoes any significant changes in the first three generations. After that, the blood is too diluted to have much physical influence. The changes remain magical and internal. And it isn’t as if you wake up on the day of your seventeenth birthday, mysteriously having sprouted a pair of horns or something. When he read that in one of the ‘Ministry Approved’ books recommended for Hogwarts’ upper years, he had a very good laugh. After all, the changes tend to be very gradual. One might even be born with them. The only reason why the seventeenth birthday is so focused on is due to it usually being the peak of one’s magical power. Magical power that actually stimulates the changes. Magical power, which Squibs, such as most of the Valyrian descendants do not have.
So taking logic into account, Draco Malfoy should have had a bit of the Veela allure, certainly less than Lucius, maybe even an affinity to fire but nothing else beyond that. But he didn’t. And the Parseltongue was the first warning bell.
After all, Salazar Slytherin lived a thousand years back, how many of the British purebloods were actually his descendants? Considering the inbreeding? All of them. And most importantly, Parseltongue certainly wasn’t a Slytherin-only trait. There were many other families that had the ability. They just preferred to keep it quiet. But how many present-day British wizards, that were most certainly all descendants of at least one Serpent-Speaker can actually Speak Parseltongue?
Few.
And yes, magical families most definitely conducted rituals to keep desired traits in their descendants. But they still diminished over time. The reason why it is recommended to marry wizards with similar affinities or even distant cousins. But the Gaunts? The family that preferred to marry their own siblings if only not to ‘lose’ their gifts, or better yet, share them. And in that aspect, the Targaryens were little better.
So now Draco has a problem. A problem that begins with recent Veela heritage, and two incest-filled, likely serpentine inheritances that were dormant until an introduction of fresh magical blood. At least the High Elven and the ‘unknown’ from the Starks were far back enough as to not be a bother.
There is also the matter of affinities.
The Veela most definitely have fire. So do the mysterious Targaryen ancestors. With both having a secondary affinity of air which allows them to feel at home in the skies. But Naga have Water. And High Elves, Earth. While the Starks get Ice from their ‘unknown’. For the love of Merlin! What is he even supposed to do with so many conflicting elements?! If unstable, they will tear him apart!
His only hope so far, is for something to remain dormant.
But how likely is that?
With his luck, that is…