**DISCONTINUED**
What everyone says about Amelia Milev isn't true. She's not some dangerous, I'm going to attack you if you talk to me, type person. Sometimes she is, but that's not something she can control... you can't control what's in your blood.
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o. prologue ˚. ⊹ . ✵ ❨july, 1991 ❩ "the girl with two selves..."
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LITTLE AMELIA MILEV was still a sweet, naive girl only a few hours ago on July 25 of 1991.She still played with dolls and watched the CBBC on her mams' TV while eating Maltesers or chocolate buttons. But just one knock on the door of a brick house in a middle of nowhere field, and everything changes for Millie, the world goes from being happy and kind, to terrible and unforgiving within months. Not only does everything change for Millie Milev herself but the whole wizarding world, because all of a sudden, this little eleven-year-old girl has become more powerful than the minster of magic. This little girl has access to more magic than any other wizard could have dreamed of.
Being Veelas, the Milev's had no idea that Millie has the ability to use wizard magic before today. Whenever they'd see a trace of magic they would pin it on their Veela magic, wandless magic that only full Veelas can use. That's what makes this situation so strange, that Amelia Milev shouldn't be a wizard. There should be no way that she can use regular wizard magic but somehow, Merlin, or the universe, or whatever you wanna call it, decided that she should have wizarding powers. It's like the universe made an error, they accidentally made a Veela into a muggle-born. They accidentally created one of the most powerful witches in the world. Oops, seems like an understatement.
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12 HOURS EARLIER
The Milevs' Kitchen is quiet while the family eats breakfast. The only music is from the birds down on the beach. Outside the murky-blue water of the North Sea is moving back and forth, pushing the tide out with it. Millie is swishing her cereal around in its bowl, looking out at the water. She loves Northern England. She loves going into town and shopping or walking down to the beach and swimming in the freezing cold sea with her mams. She loves having Sunday roast at the pub in town and then eating all the Yorkshire puddings. She never wants to leave, and as far as she's concerned she'll never have to. But Millie has to acknowledge the fact that right now, all of the wizards that are the same age as her are getting their Hogwarts letters. In a month they'll be making friends and learning all about their magic at a cool castle in Scotland while Millie is sitting in her kitchen with her mams who are teaching her how to use magic, alone.
