The Untold Story of Victoire Weasley (HP Fan Fic)

Chapter 01: Head Turning

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, places, and whatever else was created by the amazing J.K. Rowling

***I want to start this book with a bit of Victoire's early life to explain things. Then, in the next chapter I will skip to her fifth year at Hogwarts and stay at that point for the rest of the book. Hope its not too confusing! Also, I know this chapter is probably incredibly boring... but please bear with me and keep reading for the more exciting ones!***

There had always been some controversy between my parents as to which school I should attend. My mother, Fleur, having attended Beauxbatons Acadamy of Magic herslef was of course partial to the French School. My father, though, Bill Weasley, wanted me to follow in his steps at Hogwarts.

The deciding, and probably most important factor was that Shell Cottage, our home, was located in Britian.

So it was decided. Me and my siblings (Dominique and Louis were both younger than me) would go to Hogwarts for our education.

Growing up, my parents and relatives would always tell me how beautiful I was. But, as I'm sure you can understand, parents are sort of obligated to say those things. So, I didn't think anything of it. The day I was being sent off to Hogwarts was when I truly realized it.

Heads turned as my mother and I walked through the crowds at Kings Cross Station. Men stopped to stare at us, and all the while I thought that they where just looking at my mother.

Right before I got on the train to deposit my luggage, my mom pulled me aside.

"You are a very beautiful girl," she told me. "I mean zis seriously. You must be careful at school- many of ze boys will be charmed by your looks. Zey may go to extreme measures to get you to notice them. But, please try to wait to fall in love until you meet someone who loves you for more than just your looks. You look very much like a real veela, perhaps even more so zen myself. So, zose who do not fall for your charm maybe prejudiced against you. But, don't worry, you will do fine. I love you, Victoire. Good luck."

I stood there for a moment, a mix of emotions brewing inside me. I was shocked at my mother's speech at the same time I was silently laughing at her cheesiness. Did I really look that much like a veela? I had never seen one, so I couldn't know. But I was told they were very beautiful, much, much more beautiful than I ever imagined myself to be.

I was snapped out of my trance when my dad shouted, "Hurry up, Vicky!" My mom always called me by my full and french name, Victoire, but my dad preffered my more British nickname, Vicky.

I grabbed my trunk and began to hawl it along the platfrom when a boy walked up to me.

"Want me to carry that?" He asked hopefully, grinning and staring at me in a strange way.

I realized already that my mom was true. Still, I couldn't help but accept his offer.

"Okay," I replied, flashing a smile back as the boy picked up my trunk.

"Bye, Mom, Dad!" I shouted and waved back at them after giving them botha quick hug.

"Goodbye, Victoire!"

"Bye, Vicky!"

The boy with my trunk was standing in front of the door to the train.

"Just tell me where you want to sit," he instructed me. I stepped onto the train for the very first time, wondering where to sit. All of my cousins were quite a bit younger than me, so I couldn't sit with them.

"Whats your name?" I asked him suddenly.

"Colin Creevy," he replied.

"Your name sounds familiar," I pointed out. I wasn't sure where, but I knew I had heard the name somewhere before.