The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended on the franchise of Avengers and Harry Potter. With permission from criesofthefallen and inspiration from a chat with hctiB-notsoB, I have produced this piece. However, this is more or less a tester chapter. I hope everyone will be able to enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

In the twilight hours of Panagarh, a young man hummed softly to himself as he sat on the edge of a rickety roof in over-sized clothing and a pair of mismatched socks. As much as Harry would like to go inside and sleep, he was not feeling well. Was a wrackspurt playing tricks on him? He waved his hands around the contours of his ears before a pair of jade eyes blinked. Perhaps they are bothering the people who are sleeping in their shacks?

The wizard shrugged his shoulders before he averted his gaze to the skies above him; although he has traveled and sought shelter in many towns and villages, the solace Harry found in the constellations was unparalleled. If only she was here to see them. What these stars truly look like outside of a city. The heartstrings of the dark-haired man tightened at the thought of his friend.


For as long as Harry could remember, Luna had been by the wizard's side with quirky riddles and provided comfort when the death of Sirius devastated him. In addition to her skills as a makeshift journalist for the Quibbler, the grey-eyed girl was proficient in sorcery and leadership. Being held hostage in the Malfoy Manor and still have enough energy to fight the Death Eaters served as a testament of Luna's courage and perseverance. But her role in Harry's life became pivotal when he fell into a tango of restless nights and mood swings.

While Ron and Hermione believed that the change in their friend's personality was a result of post-traumatic stress disorder, the blonde-haired witch thought otherwise. After much speculation and with some help from the Ministry of Magic, Luna discovered that Harry's symptoms were not related to his participation in the war; according to the ancestral archives of the Potter family, James was not a pureblood wizard. He was born as a half-veela. Therefore, that meant that the evergreen-eyed wizard had inherited the same blood that ran through his father's veins, but only a quarter of it.

But the solution to his problems did not help Harry at all; it only added fuel to the fire when the raven-haired boy marched into the Headmistress 'office and demanded an explanation from the portrait of a man with a long beard and twinkling blue eyes. "My boy I honestly did not know that your father was a half-veela," said Dumbledore softly. "And if there was a possibly, I would not have seen it as clearly you did when you met Miss Delacour and her sister."


"You see Harry, the powers of a veela become more evident as they mature from a young child into an adult. This is an obvious fact for a female; in your case, the signs have not been apparent until now. But maybe it is because that the wizarding world has not seen nor heard of a male veela. Perhaps you should pay Miss Delacour a visit and discuss it with her?"

And that was what Harry did the very next day. Although Professor McGonagall was skeptical with having him leave in the middle of the school term, she agreed to let the evergreen-eyed boy go to Cornwall as long as he would complete his Transfiguration homework and send them to her by owl post. Shortly after writing a note to the Delacour-Weasley family, Harry left Hogwarts without a moment's hesitation. It did not take him very long to arrive at the Shell Cottage with his Firebolt. But what caught the dark-haired wizard off guard was the sight of Luna walking with Fleur and her husband Bill on the beach.

"Fleur informed me that there have been quite a few selkies swimming in this area, so I have come to investigate and see if I can write an article on them for Daddy." said the grey-eyed girl, as if that explained everything before she skipped towards the Shell Cottage, leaving Harry alone with the couple.

But it wasn't easy to explain to Bill or Fleur what had happened to him since he last saw them. After all, the dark-haired wizard couldn't just say that there was a part of his heritage that Dumbledore did not know about in a casual manner; the ties that veela share with their spouse and loved ones are strong but sensitive. And quite frankly, Harry did not want to be on the receiving end of Fleur's anger. "Dumbledore had no idea that your father was a half-veela, eh?" asked the young woman with a quirked brow.

The raven-haired boy nodded.

" Then you can not blame him for not knowing about that particular nature of your father, Harry. I may have my grandmother's blood but even she nor I have not heard of a male veela. Still, it is a good thing that you have come here when you did. If you had waited any longer, then your instincts would have driven you to seek out your soul mate."

"Soul mate?"

"All in good time, Harry. Everything will be explained in good time."

For the month, the dark-haired wizard stayed in one of the rooms at the Shell Cottage and was tutored by Fleur. Although the lessons that she had given him were proper etiquette and meditation, the latter of the two was pivotal to Harry; if he could not control his temperament, there was no telling what he might do to the people around him. Hell hath no fury than the scorn of a veela. And throughout the time he had spent with the couple, Luna stayed at the Shell Cottage for three weeks. But she kept in contact with Harry by owl post for the rest of the month.

Time passed.

At the age of nineteen, the emerald-eyed wizard became a revered Curse-Breaker and traveled the world. Despite the fact that Harry had originally wanted to pursue the career of an Auror since his fifth year, the stories that Bill had told him during his stay at the Shell Cottage gave Harry an optional occupation. After all, if the Boy-Who-Lived was going to work in the wizarding world it should be something he enjoyed.

Yet here he was, sitting on the edge of a rickety roof in a small village with a pair of mismatched socks and over-sized clothing. Although the dark-haired man was in India to uncover hidden treasure from a temple, Harry has an alternative agenda. He is looking for the powered root of aphsodel and fangs of a Chizpurfle. As simple as it was to brew the Wiggenweld Potion in the dungeons all of those years ago, finding the ingredients was a challenge. But Harry was willing to risk it.

He was willing to do anything to bring Luna out of her coma.