"Mr. Potter!" a very familiar voice gasped in surprise as caught sight of midnight black plumage nestled behind her most frequently seen student. She knew that when coming of age, a young adult would sometimes go through pain, but when one grew up as Harry Potter did, the pain was the least of her worries. No, she was more worried about what his fair-weather friends would say when they realized that Harry was a veela. And not just an veela, oh no, Harry Potter just had to be a Dark Veela. And of course, having the luck of Harry Potter meant that he didn’t go through his inheritance at seventeen like other creatures did; no, he had to wait until he was twenty-one to go through his inheritance. Madam Poppy Pomfrey pursed her lips into a very thin line, quickly coming to the decision to ban everyone from the hospital wing and install Harry into a private room. 