Rhapsody of a Veela

Part.1 - The new girl at Hogwarts

March 1998

Your eyes wandered over to the Gryffindor table where you had once happily sat among your friends, enjoying every moment of their presence. Now they too looked far from joyful, and then your eyes unexpectedly landed on Fred Weasley. Your true fiancé, who'm you had not spoken to for so long. Who you had sworn would be better of without you and all the risks your company brought. He appeared visibly beaten and battered, his red hair had grown longer, in turfs hanging above a black-eye that had only recently started to heal. The green, yellow and purple bruising looked absurdly colourful against his pale freckled skin, and quite unexpectedly – for the first time in forever, a familiar pressure began in your eyes and in your chest.

It hurt as if your breath had been knocked out of you, and silently hot tears started burning against your cheeks. Draco must have noticed something was going on, he put his tea down and grabbed your hand before anyone would notice.

"Let's go" he suggested, and you let your hand remain in his as you got up from the table. Fred had not looked up, turning towards the Gryffindor table again he appeared to be lost in thought, perhaps tired. Perhaps sinking into a sense of hopelessness himself.

You felt a wave of panic by the unexpected rush of emotions, you had not allowed yourself to feel anything at all ever since Christmas day, since you had willingly raised your wand towards Umbridge at the dark lords command. You gasped in between your cries as you heard Pansy call to you from back at the table,

"Y/n, what's wrong?"

Draco turned towards her diligently as he escorted you out from the great hall,

"Nothings wrong, she's just tired"

And tired you were, completely emotionally exhausted by every single thing that had happened and gone wrong throughout the years. It all began with Cedric Diggory's murder, or perhaps even long before that. But one thing you knew for certain, that you had never felt as happy or as understood as you did before you entered the magical walls of Hogwarts, before you had entered this brave new world.

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January 1994

It had only been a few years since your arrival at Hogwarts, unlike the other students who had gotten their letters at age eleven, who were to study wizardry because of their wizard or witchitude, you were a rather odd case yourself. As far as you'd ever known, your heritage had zero magical blood in its veins, and you yourself were told one fateful day that you certainly must have discovered for yourself, that you'd had zero things in common with the muggles in the orphanage you grew up in. You were in fact, quite different, not quite a regular witch as your magic were quite different and unusual. If this alone was not world altering enough, you'd soon learn that being different in the wizarding world was, in no way a good thing. The event which lead upon these discoveries, tore your whole world apart. But you needed to let it go, told yourself past was past and to instead do as you were told.

They had called you many things during the intensive interrogations, the tests they put you through, all the trials. You were not given much consideration, or any explanations at all. It was a traumatizing process, enduring their accusations that which you did not understand. "Obscurial", "Abomination", "Mud-blood", the words that you could never make sense of. There was even a time, in which some members of the ministry argued that it would be better to put you out of your misery, while others suggested the Wizarding World would be far safer with creatures like you carefully put away in Azkaban.

Until one day a helping hand emerged from nowhere, in the form of the Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Dumbledore had assured the Wizengamot, the legislative and juridical branch of the Ministry, that you were no such thing that they accused you of. He argued your case, as simply being that of a young witch that had been lost in the system, And regarding the mystery of your unusual magic and abilities, in which they were so sure would be a danger to them all, was simply that of Veela blood that had gone unnoticed during their unfair and biased trial.