Every five years, the Triwizard Tournament summons the finest young wizards from across the world, each school taking turns to host. This year, Hogwarts is the arena, and Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons has chosen only the strongest students to represent their school against the legendary champions of Durmstrang and Hogwarts. Among the chosen are my cousin Fleur Delacour—a quarter-blood Veela—and me, Aggie Michel, a half-blood Veela with power beyond anyone's understanding.
If you've never heard of Veela, here's what you need to know: we're creatures of rare, dangerous beauty. More powerful than sirens, our voices and our gaze can entrance anyone, leaving them spellbound. But that's not all. True Veela, those with pure or half-blood like me, can summon fire at will and command rain to fall. The purer the blood, the stronger the magic—and the more necessary to keep it hidden. In my family, power is a gift and a curse.
For years, I've lived in the shadows, suppressing the Veela within me. I dye my shimmering, white-gold hair black, disguising myself as an ordinary girl. Even Fleur doesn't know the whole truth. Only my mother, who once told me in a hushed voice, *"We're too much for this world."*
And then, at the Yule Ball, I made a mistake. I let my guard down for a moment, and my true self began to surface—glowing hair, Veela's presence, all exposed under the night's enchantment. I fled to the Astronomy Tower to escape prying eyes, letting the cold air clear my thoughts. But as I watched the moonlight touch my natural, white-gold hair, I realized I wasn't alone.
A voice—a low, velvety voice like dark silk—broke the silence. I turned, heart racing, to see a man in a black cloak. His eyes, dark and piercing, bore into mine as if seeing through the very layers of my soul. He was unlike anyone I'd ever met—calm, commanding, with a quiet power that defied my own. Something about him left me stunned, and as I stared, I felt an unbidden thrill.
"You're a Veela," he murmured, a glint of intrigue in his eyes. He had seen right through me.
In a burst of desperation, I tried to hypnotize him—to command this mysterious professor to his knees. But he didn't flinch. His expression shifted, darkening as he whispered, "How dare you command a Hogwarts professor." My enchantment had failed. Somehow, he was immune.
Panicked, I reached for my wand to erase his memory, but before I could act, he had disarmed me with a flick of his wrist, my wand now held captive in his hand. His gaze never wavered as he leaned closer, his breath cool on my skin, saying, "You can't hide forever." With a quick spell, my hair turned black again, my disguise restored.
He walked away, leaving me reeling, heart pounding with shock—and something else. Intrigued and shaken, I chased him down the staircase, finally catching up only to stumble and nearly fall. He caught me just before I hit the floor, his grip sending a jolt through me. My pulse quickened, his presence filling the space around us.
"M-my wand, Professor," I stammered, unable to tear my eyes away from his face, his intense gaze.
He handed it back with a raised eyebrow. "You'd better see Madam Pomfrey," he said, his voice as smooth and cold as steel. "You're acting...odd." And then, without another word, he left, disappearing into the darkness.
I was left breathless, standing there, my thoughts racing. What was this feeling? Love at first sight? Or was it something deeper, darker, a force as mysterious as the Veela magic that coursed through my veins? He'd seen through my disguise, yet kept my secret, leaving me with more questions than answers.
Maybe for the first time in my life, I want to be seen.
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