The Untold Story of Victoire Weasley (HP Fan Fic)

Chapter 03: Aftermath

***This will be the last chapter set in a year other before fifth year... The rest of the book will be occuring in Victoire's fifth year. Enjoy!***

After sitting on the grass in the middle of nowhere for a while, I decided I had better get back to the castle.

But how? I wasn't going to walk the whole way, that's for sure.

I had my wand, but what could I do with it?

Suddenly I had an idea. I didn't know if it would work, since just earlier today I was failing at it, but I decided to try.

"Accio broomstick!" I yelled desperately into the silence. Nothing happened. "Accio broomstick!" Still nothing.

Giving up, I sat back down against the tree and cried. Then, with a sudden urge of anger I stood up and screamed "ACCIO BROOMSTICK!" one more time. Luckily I wasn't angry enough to transform into a giant bird again. It might be a good means of transportation, but I couldn't bear to have anyone see me like that again.

To my astonishment, after a few seconds, I saw one of the school's brooms zooming through the air towards me.

This wasn't my first time on a broomstick, but the other times had just been playing with Louis and Dad in our back yard and that first flying lesson given to us at the beginning of the school year. It hadn't been anything like this, or felt anywhere near as good. Because right now, I felt so free, so powerful, soaring over the rolling green hills of the Hogwarts landscape, that it was an absolutely incomparable feeling.

For a fleeting moment, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could join Ravenclaw's Quidditch team. But after giving it a second thought, I decided against it. Everybody probably hated me now, so I wasn't sure if that was a great idea.

When I finally reached the school, I set the broom against the wall of the castle and walked into the entrance hall. The castle seemed so ominous, even frightening, when it wasn't packed with students and teachers. Still, I lingered in the entrance hall, trying to decide what I could do next.

I really, really didn't want to return to the common room. I couldn't bare to see my best (and only) friend turn against me, though I knew she would. Honestly, I didn't blame her. She had already gone through enough trying to be my friend, and this would just push it over the edge.

I thought of all my options. I thought of going to Headmistress, Professor McGonogall. I thought of sending an owl home and asking Mum and Dad what I should do. I thought of going back to the common room, ignoring everyone, and walking straight up to bed. For a moment, I even thought of running away.

I knew it was illegal, and I didn't want to let my parents down. But I also knew that I couldn't bare to go through three more years at this school with no one to help me through it.

Before I had the chance to make a choice, though, I heard a voice.

"Miss Weasley? Victoire?" I froze up, trying to match the voice with a person, when I saw my Professor Thompson come around the corner. Oh no. This couldn't be good.

"Professor Thompson?" I said nervously.

"Finally! I've been searching the whole castle for you!" She didn't sound annoyed, though, more relieved than anything.

"Am I.... Am I in trouble?" I stuttered. She sighed.

"For you outburst, yes. For turning into... whatever you call it that you turned into, no, you are not. And I don't blame you, honestly, for your anger, either. The other teachers, though... They believe you deserve more of a punishment than is fair, in my opinion," her voice got quiet at that part, and even quieter with what she said next. "For sake of argument, I am going to give you a detention. With me. But don't worry-" she assured me, probably seeing my tense face,"-I won't really punish you. It'll just look better this way."

I smiled weakly at her and muttered a thank you. I never would have expected her, of all people, to soften up on me. But don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining.

"Tomorrow night, detention, in my office," she said in a much louder and sterner voice. As she walked away, though, she winked at me, "Now get back to your common room."

***

When I got back to the common room, Annelies tried to tell me that I needed to calm myself down when I got angry, and stop glaring at everyone who stared at me, but other than that, she didn't seem mad at all. Our friendship was just as good as always, and I couldn't have been more thankful.

***

On the night of my detention, I reported to Professor Thompson's classroom at 7:00. She smiled and motioned me into her office at the back.

"So, while we are here, I hope you don't mind if I perform a few... tests," She said as I entered the small room.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, confused.

"I've been particularly interested in veela," she began. "As I'm sure you can tell, you were somehow born as a full-out veela, though your mother isn't a veela, correct?"

"My great-grandmother was a veela, so I should only be 1/8," I told her.

"Interesting. But no matter how you got to being a veela, you are one, and I am quite interested that you can interact so normally with humans." I frowned. I didn't get along with many humans very well...

"Maybe not quite normally," she corrected, seeing my expression. "But you don't act as if you are another... species. And so if you don't mind, I'm going to ask you some questions, just for research's sake."

And so she did. She asked me about my childhood, my daily life, friends (or lack thereof...), and schoolwork. When I told her of all the difficulties I had been having with my lessons, Charms included, she gave me extra help so that I left the detention with a thorough understanding of the most recent Charms lesson.

I thanked her passionetly, and honestly, for not hating me, or punishing me, and for helping me with the Charms lesson. She just responded by thanking me for answering all of her questions, and telling me she was sorry if it felt like she was treating me as some sort of specimen.

I left thinking that I would never have a detention that good again.