The Birds and the Bears - Harry Potter Fanfic.

Prologue

            In the Veela species, there are no males. Beautiful Veela daughters are born of one human male parent, and one woman with Veela blood. It doesn't always happen however. The man and Veela must be deeply and truly in love. Since Veelas are so magnificently beautiful, lust is often mistaken for real love, and thus full Veela women are rare. Bill and Fleur Weasley were in love when Victoire was conceived. The everlasting impenetrable kind of love, the kind of love that makes Veelas.

            Since birth Victoire Weasley had a hold over men. She had this indefinable draw for them, which was almost impossible to resist. As she grew from a baby to a young girl everyone who was not a blood relation was enchanted by her appearance. It was difficult for her, growing up that way. People rarely could bring themselves to look past her beautiful face.

            Apart from her flawless skin and ice blue eyes, Victoire had long silver hair that grew at least two inches each night while she slept and never got tangled. She was willowy and delicate, even as a kid and her movements were blessed with a birdlike grace. Not everything about being a Veela was beauty however. She was born with an unfortunate proclivity for pyrotechnics. When she got angry things around her were liable to spontaneously combust. Her parents had a hippogriff of a time keeping the house from burning down when Victiore was small, and couldn't control her emotions. Another less obvious side effect was the fact that it was very difficult for her to make true friends. People were always so caught up in her surface appearance, they either felt mesmerized, or jealous, or a litany of other non-companionable emotions.