The Untold Story of Victoire Weasley (HP Fan Fic)

Chapter 04: Back to School

** Again, this isn't real exciting, but I think it's a fairly important chapter nonetheless as it introduces some more characters. Tell me what you think! **

"Bye Mum, Dad!" I called out the window of the Hogwarts Express. I could see the waving hands of my parents, my aunts and uncles, even my grandparents as the train began to move slowly away from the platform. I was in a compartment with Annelies as we set off for our fifth year at Hogwarts. There were a couple of nervous-looking first years occupying the seats opposite us; we hadn't been able to find an empty one for just the two of us.

I remembered the first time I had sat on this train with Annelies. That time, Natalie had been there, too. Something must have changed in her after she was sorted into Slytherin; she wasn't mean to us, exactly, but she turned her back to us with a cold ignorance that was probably just as bad.

Of course, it wasn't just Natalie that acted that way towards me, and Annelies, too, because of her association with me; news of my transformation had spread like wildfire that day, and by the time I walked into the Great Hall the next morning, more heads turned than usual, with people whispering quietly as I walked by.

The gossip had lost it's spark, of course, but no one had forgotten what happened that day, especially not the Ravenclaws who had witnessed it or the Slytherins. The only ones left to stick up for me were my family and, as always, Annelies. I couldn't help but wonder why she still stuck with me.

"Hello," a small voice said, snapping me out of my reverie. I looked up to see one of the first years in our compartment watching me.

"Hi," I replied, startled.

"I'm Thomas," the boy said.

"Hi, Thomas," I said.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "Why?"

"You looked sad," he shrugged.

"I'm fine," I smiled, probably unconvincingly. I was grateful for the fresh batch of incoming first years; they were probably too much younger to become good friends, but at least they could look at me without grimacing. "But thank you."

I noticed three long, claw-like marks on the side of Thomas's cheek; they were faint, but still visible. I was almost going to ask him about it when the girl sitting next to him spoke up.

"Aren't you Victoire Weasley?" she asked pompously, sitting up straighter, the quick move making her mass of short, dark brown curls bounce.

"Yes..." I said hesitantly. How did she know me?

"My parents warned me to stay away from you," she said, looking at me appraisingly.

"How do they...?"

"I'm Dana Anderson. My older brother is in your grade," she said, seeming to know what I was about to ask.

"Oh, yes, Daniel... of course," I grimaced, seeing the resemblances in their dark hair and eyes. Knowing that Daniel was her brother, I wasn't surprised that her parents knew about me; Daniel had been the one that had really triggered my explosion.

"What did she do?" Thomas asked her.

"She's a veela," Dana replied slowly, annunciating the word 'veela' with particular disgust.

"Oh," said Thomas, looking confused. "What's a veela?"

Annelies and I laughed.

"A veela is-" I began, but I wasn't exactly sure what to say.

Dana spared me the need to speak.

"A veela is a human-like creature that usually takes the form of a very beautiful women who can easily charm men. When angered, veela transform into a bird-like creature and can throw fire. Magical historians think that the Sirens of Greek Mythology were actually veela," Dana chanted as if she were reciting the answer from a textbook.