The Untold Story of Victoire Weasley (HP Fan Fic)

Chapter 02: Transformation

The year passed fairly uneventfully; I mean, uneventfully compared to all of my Uncle Harry's years, at least. I guess I drove the boys all crazy, and they all drove me crazy back. I had abandoned all hope of ever having a real romantic relationship with someone; I mean, I could get any boy I wanted, but he wouldn't even be able to actually talk to me. I knew so many girls would probably die to be in the position I was in: having all the boys in the school like them. But there was a fine line between having all the boys like you, and having all the boys go literally insane every time they see you.

Besides that, I was having a LOT of trouble with schoolwork. I just couldn't seem to brew a potion correctly, or make a charm work. I was doing okay in subjects like History of magic and arithmancy, even Care of Magical Creatures, anything that didn't require to me to actually use a wand. I couldn't help but wonder sometimes if I was in fact a squib.

I hadn't a clue why they put me in Ravenclaw. I was probably the worst student in our whole grade, and yet I was put in a house with all the "smart" people.

The answer to why I was having so much trouble with magic came during my fourth year, in what was probably the scariest moment of my life.

I was trying to find someone who could help me study and maybe get a little magic out of myself. That was a very difficult task.

All of the boys were too interested in me to focus on schoolwork, and all of the girls except Annelies were annoyingly jealous of me. They said I was just a "shallow, dumb girl who can't do anything except charm guys." They seemed to think that I thought I could just charm people into doing my schoolwork for me, no matter how many times I told them that wasn't the case.

Annelies was smart, but only book smart. I suppose she was wise, too, as she could easily answer the questions required to get into Ravenclaw tower that left me stranded outside, waiting for someone smarter. But no matter how wise she was, she had problems with magic sometimes, too. Not as much as me, but enough that she wouldn't be any help. She had offered countless times, but it had never worked.

Still, I owed so much to that girl. She had ruined her whole reputation just to be my friend. Of course, the guys still liked her. She was a pretty girl, and, not trying to brag, she hangs out with me.

It happened one evening when I had asked a boy named Daniel Anderson to help me with my charms homework. He was very smart and I thought that maybe he wouldn't fall to my looks, but, fo course, he did.

"Okay, so how do I do that movement again? I can never quite get it," I asked him. I was attempting to learn the summoning charm, which I had epically failed at today in Charms class. "Daniel?" I checked, to find him staring at me. "Not you, too?!" I said desperately.

"You know, I was the first one to master this charm in class. I got it on the very first try," he bragged.

"Okay," I said, attempting to be patient with him, "That's great, Daniel. So can you tell me how to it?"

He scooted a little closer to me, and I scooted away.

"Please, Daniel, tell me how to do the charm!"

"You've already got enough charm, love."

Love? This guy was creeping me out.

"Daniel, please!"

"You know, they say I'm the smartest student in Hogwarts."

Sure. Sure, you are, Daniel.

I was angered very easily, if you couldn't tell. As Daniel scooted closet, I finally shoved him away. I'm pretty sure the fact that we were in the corner didn't stop the whole common room from staring at us now.

"Daniel! Why? All of you! Why can none of you just act NORMALLY to me?! Annelies is the only one with sense in this whole SCHOOL!" I screamed to them all.

Everyone in the common room stared at me with a mixture of shock, hate and, for some boys, even admiration.

I'm sure the admiration disappeared, however, in the next moment.

"WOULD YOU ALL STOP STARING AT ME?!" I screamed, "What is your problem? What did I ever do to make you hate me?!"

Before I knew what was happening, I felt a very weird sensation. It wasn't painful, but just... weird. I felt my face elongating and what seemed to be wings spread from my back. But the rest of my body stayed the same, except for the fact that there were fireballs forming in my hands.

Without thinking, I thrust my hand out and felt the fireball leave my palm and fly into the common room.

"Aguamenti!" Annelies yelled, holding out her wand as a jet of water shot from the tip. Thank God for that girl.

Suddenly, Professor Thompson, charms teacher and head of Ravenclaw tour came bursting in the door.

"All of you better quiet-" Then she saw me, with what I figured was the head of a bird and wings sprouting out of my shouldlers, "Bloody hell!" she murmered.

One moment I was standing there, watching everyone watch me in horror, the next I was beating my wings and flying towards the window. The glass shattered as my beak pierced the window, and I squeezed myself through the frame. I faintly heard Annelies shout, "Reparo!" as I soared off away from the tower.

***

I knew I had to stop eventually. I'd have to go back to school at some point, and I didn't want to get lost in the countryside. There was nothing around me except for fields of green grass and the shadow of Hogwarts looming in the distance.

I carefully descended onto the ground and next to a tree. As I took deep breaths, (in, out, in, out, in...) I finally felt myself return to my normal self.

It had never before been so relieving to touch my perfectly smooth face. Before it had annoyed me; I had secretly hoped for a pimple or freckle to appear, just to show I was somewhat a normal girl.

That never happened.

What was I going to do?

Everyone who didn't go insane when they saw me had hated me before I turned into a giant, ugly bird and threw fire around the common room.

Even Annelies would probably hate me now.

And what would the teachers think? Would I get detention? Would I be expelled? Would I got to Azkaban?

Yeah, I'm overthinking. But still.

Then something occured to me.

My mom had said I looked even more like a veela than her, and she was a quarter veela.

I hadn't yet met a boy, as far as I could think of, outside of my family that could actually talk to me.

My face had transformed into that of a bird while I sprouted wings and threw fire from my hands.

Those were all signs of veela.

My mom was a quarter veela, and she couldn't do any of those things.

What did that mean?

Did I, could I, somehow, be a full-blown veela myself?

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~Evelyn***