I Bet My Life

My name is Jessica Potter and this is my story.

My story starts when I was just a baby. When I was just one year old, my parents were brutally murdered along with my aunt and uncle. My parents were killed because they had a strong bond, a strong magic that they shared. That strong magic, that strong bond, can almost defeat anything, almost survive anything, and that's why it is feared.

The bond and magic my parents shared, was the bond of a Veela and its mate. The Veela are powerful, beautiful creatures that are similar to Sirens. They attract and draw men or women towards them with their charm and beauty. But unlike Sirens, the Veela do not kill the men or women they attract. They only search for their mates so they can be at ease with their lives.

My mother was a Veela and my father was her mate. My father had come into his inheritance the same time my mother had and they had found each other at Hogwarts in their 7th year. My mother had went through many changes, according to the diaries she had kept, and these changes were to attract her mate.

My father, too, had went through a change. He had grown taller, had gained muscle and power, in order to protect my mother from any harm that would dare come near her. He had become stronger, wiser and was more in touch with my mother than he was with anyone else he had been around. He could tell what my mother was feeling the second he put a hand on her. He could smell any changes to her body within seconds of being near her and he could hear her heartbeat and her voice from miles away.

This bond, this magic that my parents had was enough to get them killed. It wasn't only them, as I had been told, there were Veela's and mates everywhere that were being wiped out by dark magic. It was a dangerous time for Veela's and mates and it still was.

This brings my story to the 7th year of attending Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and to the day when I was going to be going into inheritance. I could count the time down to the very second when I would be screaming on the floor, in terrible pain as my body changed and my bones broke and reformed. My body would be changing to appease and seduce my mate. My body would change to attract him; whoever he was.

"You're going to be okay?" Hermione Granger was sitting in front of me, books scattered around her, as usual. She was trying to help me with the change by giving me as much information about the change as she possibly could. But the information about Veela's was very limited. Next to almost nothing was written in books, and even less about finding mates.

"I will be. I think." I looked at the clock again, watching the seconds tick by.

"I can brew you some potions that may help with the pain. But there's not much else I can do." I sighed and stretched out my legs. They were cramping up from sitting in one position for so long, but it would be nothing compared to the pain I would feel.

"My mom's diary didn't give me much help. She said that it was the most painful thing she had ever gone through. She described it as if her body was on fire and her limbs were being ripped apart. She said she could feel every bone snapping at the same time. She said she passed out several times before she was finished changing." Hermione was continuously writing what I was saying down in one of her notebooks. I think she had wanted to write a book on Veela's given that there wasn't much information out there.

"5 minutes." I exhaled a shaky breath and rocked back and forth on the bed I was leaning on. This wouldn't be easy.

"I'm going to put a silencing charm on the door and a charm to stop anyone from coming in." I thanked Hermione and let her start doing the charms.

Hermione was one of the brightest witches I had ever met and she was my best friend. She was smart and more interested in books than she was in boys, which was a nice change from other girls. She was such a studious person and you could always count on her to help you study, which was good for me, and you could almost always count on her for help on homework.

"It's almost time." I felt my body starting to heat up and I cringed when I felt the first few drops of sweat on my forehead. It was about to get intense in here and I was so glad Hermione put the silencing charm on. I was going to need it.

"I'll be here. I promise." I squeezed Hermione's hand, only for a short moment, before I let go and fell back, screaming. I felt my bones starting to break and reform. I felt my body start to heat up until it felt like I was on fire.

"Mrs. Weasley! It's happening!" I screamed and thrashed. I felt like someone or something was grabbing my arms and tearing them out of my sockets. I could only feel pain and fire. That's it. Pain and fire.

"Ron! I need you to send an owl for Dumbledore!" I could hear Mrs. Weasley's voice, but it was faint and in the distance. I heard nothing but screaming, my screaming.

"It's okay Jessica. It'll be over soon." I felt fire, I felt pain, and I heard screaming. I felt so much pain. I was in so much pain.

"It'll be okay." I felt cold on my forehead before it turned to heat again. Nothing but heat. I felt like my blood was going to boil. I was in so much pain and it wasn't ending. I didn't think it would ever end.

"Oh god!" I threw my head back and let out a high pitched scream, which almost sounded like a screech, and then, it was over. The fire subsided, the pain stopped and I could finally breathe.

"Jess?" I felt the bed dip beside me and I didn't have to look to know it was Harry. He had a very distinctive voice, a very strong undertone to this voice. I turned my head and looked at Harry, my green eyes staring into his blue eyes and vice versa.

"Harry, I'm fine. It's all part of the process. I'm fine. Give it a few minutes of rest and I will be fine. I need some space though." Harry nodded and squeezed my hand before she got off the bed and left the room with Mrs. Weasley and Hermione in tow. They closed the door behind them and once they were downstairs, I let out a loud sigh and fell back against the bed.

I felt exhaustion take over me and I had barely pulled up the blanket over my body before I felt sleep creep up on me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was finally going to be able to rest and let my brain catch up to my body's changes.

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So this is kind of a remake of Death Is A Charade. I'm using the same character Jessica Potter, with kind of the same plot but different. I'm not deleting DIAC and it'll remain how it is. Hope you like it!