Prologue

Dominique was the child my mother had always dreamed of having. She was born with all the right Delacour traits: the silvery hair, the milky white skin, the big blue eyes. She walked so gracefully, smiled so sweetly and spoke just soft enough. She never had to be taught any of it, it was just how she was. She was everything my mother had built me up to be.

I was born like a Weasley. I had been taller than everyone I knew for as long as I can remember and unable to control where my long limbs ventured off to. My strawberry blonde hair had a mind of its own, becoming annoyingly straight when all I want is curls and curling when I finally want it to stay straight. The freckles dusting my nose and cheeks seemed to get darker every time I step outside no matter how much I tryed to magic them off. I knew I had as much veela in me as Dominique, but somehow it seems to come forward in her more.

Not only was my sister beautiful, though, she also had effortless charm. It seemed as though every male in Hogwarts was trying to sneek glaces at her. And with her being only one year younger than me, I couldn't stand it. I had never had a boyfriend before, but I didn't want one all that badly. Frankly, they seemed like a lot of work. I wasn't especially skilled when it came to crushes either. I tended to avoid the current boy in an effort to remove any possibility of awkward interactions. And for that matter, nobody ever seemed especially interested in me.

That is, except for one boy.

He was a friend of the family. I had known him for years. He was famous throughout the Weasley (and Potter) family for his Metamorphamagus skills, but I was mildly unimpressed with his rapidly changing nose size or hair color. He always seemed interested in me though, and had a habit for running into me whenever he saw me, a hurried "Oh, sorry Victoire!" always following. It made me slightly uncomfortable, though. Teddy Lupin was not the sort of boy I was interested in. I knew there was someone out there for me, he just wasn't him.

And I planned on waiting until my Mr. Right came along.