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Vivienne Isabelle Beaulieu Lunevire was never one to blend into the background. Even among the bustling halls of Hogwarts, her blonde hair seemed to glow like sunlight, and the hint of her Veela heritage made her presence almost magnetic. She had always known she was different-more attuned to magic, more sensitive to the moods of those around her, and capable of seeing the shimmer of things hidden from ordinary eyes.
When she was sorted into Gryffindor, she found herself thrown into the whirlwind of the Golden Trio. Hermione, meticulous and sharp, was immediately intrigued by Vivienne's quick mind and unusual magical instincts. Ron, ever loyal and endlessly protective of his friends, treated her as a new sister to the chaos of their adventures. And then there was Harry-Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the boy whose every glance carried both weight and warmth.
At first, Vivienne admired him from afar. She watched how he through the world with courage she could barely imagine, how he bore the expectations of everyone around him without complaint, how he carried both light and shadow in his gaze. Her heart would skip in ways she didn't understand, whether he laughed, fretted, or spoke with that quiet seriousness that made her want to step closer and stay.
As years passed, Vivienne discovered the small moments-the way Harry would remember the tiniest details about her, how he'd glance at her in the middle of lessons as if no one else existed, the way he seemed to instinctively trust her in dangerous situations. The more she was part of his world, the more she realized that her feelings weren't just admiration... they were something deeper, something that stirred her Veela blood and made her heart ache in ways magic alone couldn't fix.