Harry's p.o.v

After the incident at the Quidditch world cup, everything became quieter. Everyone is talking about it but won't tell me exactly what the symbol means. Just that it has to do with the old moldy wart.
But now we are on the train back to Hogwarts. My real home. Hermione is excited because that means I may find my mate. Ron is happy because we have heard there is a surprise. I'm just glad to be going home.

Once we got there we got into the carriages and they pulled themselves over to the entrance as the first years rode the boats.
"Hermione, how do I know who my mate is?" I asked her.
"He will smell wonderful and you would feel a pull towards him. Don't worry Harry, you will know when you find him." Hermione said and gave me a reassuring smile.
After we made it we went into the Great Hall and took our seats waiting for the first years, I looked around and my eyes locked into Professor Snape's. I felt a strange pull toward him, but I ignored it. I have not smelled him and there is no possible way I am mated to a teacher.
The first years began the sorting ceremony, and once sorted, our new teacher was introduced.
I began picking at my food, nibbling on a few pieces and glancing at Snape. "You okay Harry?" Hermione asked.
"I'm fine," I said.
After eating we got up and went to our dorms. We set up everything we needed and went to bed - having weird dreams about my professor - not sexy ones - just, weird.

Snape's p.o.v

I noticed Harry looking at me. And of course his wings. He is obviously a Veela. The only question is, why is he looking at me like that? I ignored him and just watched the sorting and ate.
After the feast was over, I made sure all the Slytherin's made it to their dorms, and told the first years and the others, just in case they forgot, what is expected of them.
Then I went to my room wondering if I am Harry's mate. That can be the only possible explanation.

Harry's p.o.v

The next day classes are beginning, and, sadly, potions is my last class. The great thing, however, is that we have Defence Against the Dark Arts first.
Mad-Eye Moody came in drinking this weird pouch. Once at the front of the room he took a long look at us. "Take your gum off the table. Yeah, that's what I thought." He said glowering at the kid that was sticking his gum under the table.
"Can anyone tell me what the unforgivable curses are? Yes, Hermione?"
"They are the three curses that are illegal and named so because they are bad enough to be, not forgiven."
"Good job, Miss Granger. Now let's see who can name them."
After the class, Neville and I were badly shaken. Those curses do seem quite horrible.

Snape's p.o.v

The last class is the Gryffindor and Slytherin. As in Mr. Potter will be in this class. As they came in they sat in there normal seats. I walked into the room my robes billowing behind me. My robes snapped in the wind, sounding the trigger of fear in the children's eyes. Just how I like it, respect out of fear.
Once I got to the front of the room I saw Harry looking at me with wide eyes. I began teaching ignoring his looks. Then he ran out of the classroom.
I decided I should talk to him and said, "Ms. Granger, please teach for me." And walked out.

Hermione's p.o.v

I walked up to the front of the class smiling. "I am your queen!" I yelled.
Malfoy began making snide comments so I walked up to him and punched him.
"You all know what you are supposed to be doing get to work," I said and sat at Snape's' desk. I have found my true calling: Teaching.
I watched Ron run out to tell Snape where he may be. Then, he came in and began working. Good job Ron.

Harry's p.o.v

Of course, Snape is my mate,  and now he will reject me - he hates me after all.
I am sitting in the abandoned girls' bathroom. A knife in my hand. I should have ended it long ago. No one wants a used and broken mate. And Snape has hated me from the beginning.
I began slashing my wrist getting ready to end it all.

Snape's p.o.v

I walked into the abandoned girls' bathroom. Weasly told me that may be where he will go.
I found Harry in a small puddle of blood, his wrist slashed and tear tracks down his face. I kneeled next to him and saw he is still breathing.
I quickly began healing him, and the blood seeped back into him his cuts healing.
When I finished he woke up and tried to back away. "Harry, calm down," I said, lightly grabbing his shoulders. "You're okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I said looking him in the eyes. The same eyes as his mother's.
"I'm sorry." He said his voice cracking.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," I said letting him go.
"But- you don't want me as your mate, I'm sure. I'm, too young and you. You hate me." Harry said sobbing.
I hugged him and said, "Then I should be the sorry one. I am sorry I made you think I hated you."
"But, won't you get t-thrown in Azkaban or something for being mated to a minor?" Harry asked.