AN: A while back I was reading this awesome Fanfic called Hers and Hers Alone by O ni kai, unfortunately he hasn't updated it since 2015. I thought about his concept and realized it made a lot of sense on an evolutionary stand point. It kind of stayed in my head and… morphed. So, I decided to make my own version of it. This is NOT a continuation to Hers and Hers Alone, the story will go in a completely different direction.

To those of you who don't know, the Veela are an all-female race of demi-humans, known for their divine beauty and affinity with fire. Ask anyone and they'll tell you Veela are beautiful, deadly and some would even say cursed. For due to one of their innate ability, 'allure', Veela must constantly restrain themselves lest they turn everyone around them into blubbering fools, or worse, violent ones. This process is exhausting and very uncomfortable to the Veela, and because of this so they can only be themselves around other veela or wizards resistant to their ability. This cause Veela to exclusively marry wizards resistant to their abilities. Unfortunately, only one in a thousand wizards is born with a resistance to Veela allure.

Therefore, you would think the Veela are cursed to remain celibate unless by some miracle they found a wizard with allure resistance. But you would be wrong, for nature would not allowed such a flawed species to exist without a way to counter-balance such an obstacle to basic survival. And so, at birth a Veela bonds with a 'Mate' who is resistant to allure and whose presence they can sense when they come of age. Regardless of anything else, Veela are madly in love with their mates before even meeting them, and would immediately set out to find him at the age of seventeen, recognizing their mate the minute they set eyes on them. Despite all that however, it was important to note that the bond is completely one sided, and the mate has full freedom to reject the Veela that had bonded to him. When such a thing happened, the Veela in question would either become suicidal or obsessed with gaining their mate's affection.

Fleur Delacour was one such Veela and as such, at birth she instantly bonded with the soul of her Mate. However, for the first three years of her life, Fleur Delacour had been a calm child never whining or crying for anything. So much so in fact, that to an outsider it would seem as though she was waiting for something. Until one July night she had simply lit up and became a cheerful, fun-loving kid. Her parents had been quite pleased as it meant she had finally bonded with her mate's magic, signifying her mate was three years younger than herself. A little surprising, but hardly unusual. With each passing year they had been worried the age difference between her and her mate would be too big, but in the life of a wizard, three years was close to nothing.

It had been close to a year since the young Fleur had bonded with her mate's magic and her mother, Apolline Delacour, was teaching her to focus on her bond to feel her mate's emotions. Many believed the Veela could read their mates' thoughts. But that wasn't accurate, through their bond, a Veela could feel any unusually strong emotion coming from their Mate and by focusing could feel their mate's mundane day to day emotions. Fleur was happy to feel that her mate was both content and peaceful. But as she was about to stop focusing and tell her mother all was right. She suddenly felt overwhelming terror coming from her mate, soon followed incommensurable grief and sadness, then nothing. At that moment, the light began to drain from the young girl's eyes, she began to feel nothing but cold, as if all happiness was gone from the world, slowly she felt everything become pointless to her. Seeing her daughter's reaction, Apolline rushed to comfort her. But the young Delacour was unable to feel any warmth or comfort from her mother's embrace and simply murmured.

"H-he's gone… I can't feel him…"

As her daughter began to tear up, Apolline Delacour paled. There was only one thing that could break the bond between a Veela and her mate… death. When a Veela lost her mate, they would essentially become an empty husk, unable to feel any joy or happiness, they would quite simply lose the will to live. Some could hold on for a few weeks, sometimes a few months, rarely more than a year. As Apolline began to imagine the short but torturous existence her daughter would have before letting herself die, she felt Fleur's head perk up a beautiful smile blooming.

"He's back! Maman, my mate's ok! … he's peaceful, but… sad"

Relieved Apolline hugged her daughter while thanking every god that came to mind.

13 years later

In one of the rooms of a magical Carriage flying above England, sat an extremely beautiful young Veela by the name of Fleur Delacour. Like all students inside said carriage she had her own room and was excitedly looking out her window, despite the fact from the outside the carriage seemed to only have two windows.

The past few years hadn't been easy on Fleur. Not because the entire female population was jealous of her beauty, which was top-tier even among Veela. Not because of all the lecherous and lustful gazes she received, despite holding back her exceptionally strong allure. Not even because of the countless advances she had received from almost every student in the school, as if she would ever give them a second glance.

No, the past few years had been hard on her because of her mate. Oh, she still loved him more than life itself, but it had been difficult. Ever since she almost lost him when she was four, Fleur checked on her mate every night, every morning and anytime she could really. The first few years had been very hard.

Her mate was sad and depressed, he felt unloved, unwanted and like a waste of space. Fleur had wanted to tell him she was there for him, that she needed him, that she loved him, but she couldn't. In the summer before third year however, she felt a sudden feeling of joy and hope from her mate. From then on, he was happy, content and felt accepted, despite a few spikes of fear in the night, which she mostly attributed to nightmares.

Until one night towards the end of the year where she felt the same overwhelming terror as she had 11 years ago, she had been terrified she would lose him again and had spent the whole night focusing on her bond to make sure he was still there. Thankfully, the next few days had been filled with happiness and joy from her mate. But as soon as summer started, he went back to being sad yet this time there was also hope.

The following year her mate had generally felt anxious as thought there was a threat looming, though he was globally happy, with the exception of a big feeling of betrayal that started around November and that persisted until another spike of overwhelming terror at the end of the year that gave the poor Veela another sleepless night. His summer had been the same as the last, save for another spike terror, but this time it was while she was on her way to Beauxbatons. The year started off great for her mate, until around Christmas where her mate had been consumed by sudden rage and murderous intent. She had half expected overwhelming terror at the end of the year, but instead she got a roller coaster of emotions from rage, to betrayal, to confusion, to happiness, to shock, to fear many of them conflicting and at the same time.

But this summer, Fleur had come of age and could finally sense her mate's presence. He was north! And had felt the same, annual, overwhelming terror on the night of the death eater attack on the world cup! This meant he was in Britain, and as she hadn't felt his presence shift too much it meant he still was! Taking into account his age and the fact he was a wizard it could only mean one thing: he attended Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, which was precisely where she was headed! Fate was on her side, she would win the tournament, impress him with her beauty, take him to the ball, make him happy, they would marry, and have lots of kids (unless he didn't want kids)! She had it all planned out and she could hardly wait!

She began to see the castle in the distance and jumped up from her seat, sticking her face to the window like a child. She could feel him getting closer! As the flying carriage approached the Scottish school, she saw a crowd of students gather. Immediately, her bond kicked in. It was as if all the other students had disappeared, and only he stood in the courtyard, waiting for her. He was perfect, she thought. Tall, handsome, muscular but a bit skinny, with a mess of raven hair and piercing green eyes, like the killing curse.

She internally purred:

I Found you...

AN: Needless to say I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. Please Rate & Review.