I love writing Next Generation fics, it's one of my favorite things to write. I've done a couple other Albus stories, but I changed his name in this one. Sev is Albus Severus, I just wanted to change things around. I just wanted to make that clear.

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I could feel the eyes on me even though they were trying to be discreet. Well, some of them were but others not so much. You'd think I'd be used to the stares by now, I've gotten them since I was eleven and went through puberty. Now at age eighteen, the stares got bolder, the eyes would linger on the curve of my chest or the flare of my hips. I was prey to the rabid animals. I had no privacy because of all of their prying eyes taking note of every detail that was me.

Before you think it, I'm not conceited or vain about my looks. I'm Veela, or at least 25% anyway. My mother is 50% and my grandmother is 100%, does that make sense? The other half of my bloodline came from my father who is a wizard. So I inherited my mother's beauty and charm, according to her and my Gram at least, and inherited my father's magic.

My one saving grace was that I didn't look like the cliché Veela was supposed to look. I had brown hair and brown eyes with an olive complexion. When people think Veela, they think fair skin with blonde hair and blue eyes. That's what my mother looked like, but I got my father's coloring and couldn't be happier about it.

With that being said, there's a string that connects my mother's looks to mine. No one knows that string is our Veela blood and I wanted to keep it that way. The last thing in the world I wanted was for everyone to know that I was part Veela.

Most of the kids at Hogwarts stayed true to the "thinking all Veela had to be fair-colored" thing so they never suspected me. They just thought I was unfairly beautiful. Everyone, that is, except for Sev Potter who was too damn smart for his own good and not even sorted into Ravenclaw.

Our friendship didn't make a lot of sense to other people, what with him being the Seeker and Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and me having no interest in sports. I think that was what made us work, I wasn't using him for his popularity. With the last name Potter, I felt like that was a rarity.

The day he figured out my secret we were in fifth year, studying for our OWLs together in the library. We were reading about the different types of magical creatures that would be on the exam when he looked up from his book so quickly that his glasses slipped down his nose. I could see the sudden realization behind his eyes, he and I have been study-buddies for a long time so that was an easily recognizable look.

"Merlin's beard, you're Veela!" he whispered excitedly, pushing his glasses back up with the back of his hand. "I can't believe I've never noticed it before! It makes so much sense."

"Will you be quiet?! The point of keeping it a secret was for no one to know about it," I hissed at him, slapping my hand over his mouth even though he whispered. "Yes, I'm a quarter Veela. I swear to Merlin if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll be forced to recreate the unfortunate accident from third year Defense against the Dark Arts…"

"You mean when you caught Pollux Cast's robes on fire? Everyone said you misaimed your wand!" Sev exclaimed after I moved my hand away from his mouth. "Did you do that on purpose?!"

I just shrugged and pushed my hair off of my shoulder. "It wasn't anything that can be done with a wand. Cast was being a vulgar twat that deserved worse than what he got. My arse is none of his concern, he doesn't need to touch it or talk about how 'fit' it is to his friends."

Sev's face turned red and his fist clenched on the table, but he didn't say anything. Something changed between us that day in the library and we became really close. I wasn't his best friend, that was Scorpius Malfoy, but I was a very close second. I didn't have another best friend or any other friends really. That sounds really sad, an eighteen year old girl with no friends and it really is. It's also lonely, but I deal with it.

The girls that I come in contact with usually think I'm intimidating and don't like me. I try my best to be friendly to the very few who try to include me in their circles, but I can't handle their shallow conversation. I'm not saying that I need a philosophical debate for every conversation, I just needed something with more depth than curling charms and never-chip nail polish. It was like they wanted me in their group because I was pretty and nothing else, like that was the only character trait that I possessed.

"You're looking particularly Veela today, Lyn," Sev said, tossing his arm around my shoulders and drawing me out of my memories. "You're sitting with my friends and me this year, there's no discussion."

It wasn't like I'd never met his friends, I just hated the way they all looked at me. I was so used to Sev and him treating me like a normal person that it was a slap in the face to be treated differently. Scorpius, bless his heart, tried his best to respect me, but his eyes occasionally wandered when I had to get something off of a high shelf in Potions. Lorcan Scamander was the quietest kid I've ever met; I don't think I've ever even heard him speak in class much less when he was around me. Harrison Butler was the exact opposite, he always voiced how gorgeous he thought I was and how well he'd treat me if we were together. I don't know if I hated Lorcan's awkward silence or Harrison's rude banter more. That's a lie, I hated Harrison's banter because it made me feel like I was an object that he could have instead of a person.

Sev also had girl friends: two of them were his cousins and the other was his big brother's girlfriend. I'd never really been around them separately, they always traveled together. I noticed that with a lot of girls, it was like they had to travel in packs or something.

"I don't fancy dealing with their wandering eyes, Potter. I'm not a bloody zoo exhibit," I detested, shrugging his arm off of me. "I want to be somewhere that I can actually feel like a normal person instead of a blooding flamingo!"

"What if I make all of them swear to be on their best behavior? If they still make you feel weird, the two of us will go to another car together," he pleaded. When he sensed my uneasiness, he turned to begging with his bottom lip jutted out, "Please try it this one time! Please, for me!"

"Oi, if I say yes does that mean you'll never do that lip thing again?" I asked, trying to not laugh. "You are completely ridiculous, Potter!"

Let me tell you something about Sev that I've neglected to mention previously. He was insanely attractive, probably the hottest bloke at school. He had black hair and glasses with a smile that could make your heart stop beating before stuttering back to life. His eyes were so fiercely green that they glimmered sometimes behind his glasses. He didn't care in the slightest about his looks, he just wanted to be treated like a normal person. Put that in the column for reasons our friendship worked.

He pumped his fist in the air victoriously before taking my hand and pulling me onto the train. Laughter bubbled up inside of me and trailed behind us as we ran to the train like excited first years. Sev's excitement as contagious, I felt my cheeks aching from the big smile etched onto my lips. I'd always wanted friends and Sev was trying his best to make that happen.

"Wait out here for a second," he told me, stopping outside his usual compartment. "I'll come back out and get you."

I nodded and leaned back against the wall, stretching my legs out and leaning my head back. I was listening to the mumbled shrieks from outside and the quieter chatter in the car beside me. I heard someone clear their throat and jumped in surprise. I had been so relaxed and zoned on that I didn't even hear the person walk up.

"I didn't mean to scare you!" he exclaimed, picking up his bag from the floor. "I just wanted to get past."

I'd seen the guy around school before, but I didn't know his name. I remembered seeing him at the Hufflepuff table during dinner and on a broom during one of Sev's Quidditch matches that he forced me to go to. The guy had messy brown hair with scruff along his jaw and really nice blue eyes. I should've paid more attention to him before, he was really cute.

"It's fine, I was just spaced out. I didn't even know I was blocking the aisle," I said, standing up straight and moving my feet out of the aisle. "I'm Adalyn, by the way."

"Trust me, I know who you are," he told me quickly. Then he realized what he said and his face turned red as he started to backtrack. "That sounded really creepy. Wow, I'm finally talking got the bollocks to talk to you and I muck it up tremendously. Brilliant!"

My body went rigid when he finished talking, I should've know he would be another one of those people who was entranced by me or whatever colorful word they used. I was just another piece of ass for him to look at and use for his own personal pleasure when he was on his own later. No guy wanted to get to know me for me, they just wanted to know the "fittest girl at Hogwarts" and get a chance to shag her.

"I made them swear to be on their best behavior, Lyn," Sev announced, coming out of his car and standing with me and the Hufflepuff. "Did you make a new friend or is he another one of your devoted followers?"

"Friend! I'm her friend, or at least I almost was until I screwed it up royally," Hufflepuff said, finding his voice all of a sudden. "I'm Ryan, and I suck at making first impressions."

"So I noticed," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest and putting up my walls to block him out. "I'm sorry I was in your way, I'll be more careful next time."

I tossed my hair over my shoulder before walking into the car. Karma worked really fast when it came to me; I'd been rude to Ryan only for Sev's friends to stare at me like I was a debacle or something the moment Sev shut the door behind us. I had a lot of walls up when it came to people because I'd had bad past experiences, but I'm not going to get into that right now.

I waved awkwardly at all of them. "Hi."

I knew all of his friends, I'd mentioned them earlier. I'd already talked about the guys, but the girls were Rose and Roxy Weasley, Alice Longbottom, and… Arden Hwang? Arden was Sev's ex-girlfriend. She was the last person that I excepted to see here. She smiled at me calculatingly and patted the spot beside of her on the seat. Despite the twist in my stomach, I gave her the benefit of the doubt and sat down between her and Roxy.

Sev sat down with Harrison and Scorpius on the bench across from us while Rose and Alice sat on the floor between our benches. Rose had her hair held up with a couple of pencils while she read the book on her lap and Alice was flicking bits of paper at Scorpius who caught them on fire with his wand after the awkward silence finally went away.

"How are you, Adalyn? I don't think the two of us have met before," Arden said, smiling invitingly at me and reminding me of a snake.

She knew that I knew damn well who she was, she was playing with me. She and Sev had been together for a couple of months when he and I started to hang out. I had no idea they'd broken up until Sev told me a couple of weeks later. I'd heard in passing that she blamed me, saying that I weaseled him away from her. Her cold smiles proved that she thought that.

She tried to get back at me by hexing off all my hair. A little known fact: Veela blood deflected hexes that were cast at it so the hex backfired and hit her instead. She was bald until sixth year when her hair finally started growing back a normal color. It tried to grow back a few times before, but it was always green. I liked to think it was jealousy turning it that color, but that was just me.

If she wanted to play, I would play even better. "I'm great! I love you hair, it looks so much better like this than how you wore it last year!"

There was a thick silence in the car after I said that, but I refused to take it back. She expected me to be meek because she had allowed me to sit in here with her and her friends, but she underestimated my personality. If I felt threatened, I fought back. Veela were very malicious creatures, usually I could hold it back but not this time. She had no idea what she was doing or who she was messing with, but if she kept playing with fire she sure as hell would get burned.

"She's right, Arden," Roxy said, bumping my shoulder with hers. "Your hair looks better long."

"Your short hair wasn't very flattering," Rose agreed not even looking away from the book on her lap. "Don't be rude to Adalyn because Albus prefers her company to yours. Most of us do and we've just met her, you seem to think that we're still you're friends even though we weren't before the break up and most definitely aren't now."

I had never been around Rose before right now, but I felt like she and I could be friends. She seemed to be very blunt and I really liked that. Honesty was one of the qualities that I valued over everything else. The car was quiet again before Arden huffed and stood up, glaring daggers at me.

"They only defend you because you're Veela and they have to like you," she spat before leaving the car and slamming the door behind her.

Ice flooded my veins and I felt my eyes start to burn. I couldn't believe that she knew I was Veela and just outed me like that. I stood up quickly and muttered some sort of apology before I ran out of the car.

I tore open one of the bathroom doors and shut it harshly behind me. My breath started to quicken and I gripped the edges of the sink to try and calm myself down. I couldn't catch my breath no matter how hard I tried, it just kept getting faster.

She was going to tell everyone that I was Veela. I was going to be the center of attention even more than I already was. Hysterical tears were coursing down my cheeks as I slid to the floor and held my knees; once everyone knew, it was going to change my entire life.

When you were Veela, others in the bloodline came out of the woodwork to be with you. In tradition Veela were only supposed to marry their own kind and a lot of families still thought like that. Being Veela also made a lot of boys think I was easy or kinkier than other girls, which was off by a wide margin because I'm a virgin. The only boy I ever kissed broke my heart, but I didn't want to get into that right now.

There was also the fear that she'd mentioned: people only liking me because I was Veela. A lot of them thought that if you hung out with Veela some of their beauty would transfer over to them. I would never have any genuine friends in the future. People would say they wanted to be my friend when they were really only using me for my blood.

There was a knock on the door and Sev's quiet voice, "Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry Arden did that, she's such a bitch and she won't leave me alone. I'm not even that hot, she just likes my name."

"I'm okay," I said, my voice breaking and revealing how sad I really was. I couldn't even laugh at his lame joke.

"Alohomora," he whispered and then the door pushed open. "Scoot over and let me in."

I couldn't make any more space in the bathroom so he just slipped inside and pulled his legs up like mine with his arms draped over them. The bathroom was very much made for one person so we were very close to each other. I hadn't expected him to come after me, I just figured I could have time to myself. I wasn't used to people chasing after me.

"The point of running away is to be alone, you know?" I asked, wiping my face with the sleeve of my sweater. "I wanted to be by myself in the first place, but you just can't seem to get that hint, can you, Potter?"

Instead of getting upset and leaving, he handed me some tissue from the role beside the toilet. "You know that's not my style, Deveroux. You're my best friend, I can't let you be upset by yourself. I have to annoy the hell out of you until you smile again."

"She's going to tell everyone my secret. My life is over," I said, pushing my face against my knees so he couldn't see me crying. "Everyone's going to try and use me for my blood and what it can do for them."

"Don't flatter yourself, kid," he said, moving his body so he could wrap his arm around me. "I'm your friend now and I will be later. It's kind of my fault anyway, Arden's mad at me for breaking up with her because I met you."

He said it so nonchalantly I almost didn't get the implications of his words. I just leaned my head against his shoulder and let his calmness spread into me.

The longer we sat there, the more I thought about what he said to me. He actually did break up with her because he met me? I'd told myself for years that that wasn't the case, but I was a liar.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, looking up at him but not moving out of his embrace. "You actually broke up with her because you met me?"

"It's not what you're thinking, I swear," he told me. "I broke up with her because you made me realize that she didn't make me feel at all. You make me happy in a way that she never did."

I couldn't help but feel that there was something else to it, but I just let it slide for now.

I wanted to play around with Veela and what they are. I hope you guys like my adaptation of them :)