A/N: This is just a little story about Fleur Delacour's younger sister, Gabrielle. I want to continue it, but I'm not expecting it to be huge, it's mainly for my satisfaction, because Gabrielle's story has been nagging at me for weeks, so here goes, please enjoy! Also, the story will get better, this is just my way of explaining why she's at Hogwarts, and everything else that doesn't make sense.
Chapter 1: I Remember
I remember the year after my parents died. I had no choice but to go live with Fleur and her husband, Bill in England. I had to go to Hogwarts. My parents considered it to be an atrocious school. I was ashamed to have to go there.
I remember my first day, at a brand new school. I wasn't worried about friends. I thought everyone would be flocking to befriend me, beautiful as I was.
I remember, that was the year after the war, the year after millions died at the cost of one evil wizard. I remember when I didn't think myself to be just as terrible as that same dark wizard.
I remember walking down those halls, not caring about anything except tossing my hair and sending out veela charms left and right.
I remember the joy I felt in watching those around me, their jaws dropping and their eyes widening at the sight of me.
I remember how proud I felt, then, of having more veela blood in me, than even my beautiful sister Fleur.
Of course, that was before I knew.
Before I knew the dark side of beauty, and the beautiful side of simplicity.
Before I envied every student at Hogwarts, big or small, smart or dumb, ugly or beautiful.
For none possessed the curse that I am forced to bear upon me, like a scarlet letter, constantly throbbing and attracting attention, everywhere I go.