Rose Beaumont boarded the Hogwarts express, her silvery blonde hair pulled back in a perfect ponytail. She would be lying to say she didn't attract the attention of most of the males she passed; after all, she was pure veela.
She found an empty compartment and put her trunk in and looked out the window for her father, but he was gone. "Typical," she whispered to herself, sliding down into her seat and pulling out a book.
She didn't necessarily like reading all that much, but there was nothing else to do on this place, so it left her no choice really. "Hey hey hey, look what we have here! A veela!" a couple of passing older boys said, poking their heads inside her compartment.
She looked up. The boys were now standing in her compartment. "If you're just gonna stare at me you might as well leave," she said coldly.
"Feisty one we have here," one of them said, "You know what? I think I'm going to stay...enjoy the view," he said, sitting down close next to her and placing his hand on her leg.
Rose tried to move away, but the other boy sat on the other side of her. "Get away from me!" she exclaimed.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" a boy said from the doorway as the older boys started to get rough.
One of the older boys stood up. "What are you gonna do about it, short stuff?" he said, towering over the younger one. The other older boy walked over and said, "Chill, dude...look who it is."
They were both staring at the lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead. The boy sneered before shoving his way past and walking out of the compartment. The second they left Rose burst out in tears, "Damn me being a veela! I hate it!" she cried, fixing her blue silk skirt.
The boy walked in and sat down. "It's ok," he said. "I won't let them bother you again. I'm Harry, by the way."
Rose looked up, wiping her eyes and suddenly feeling like a fool, "H...Harry Potter?" she gasped.
Harry nodded and Rose smiled. "No wonder they didn't want to mess with you...your story is legend. I'm Rose Beaumont," she quickly added.
"So you know who I am I suppose," Harry said, "I wish I knew entirely who I am...its difficult, everyone being a part of my life, you know," Harry mumbled.
"Oh, yes...you've lived with muggles your whole life, haven't you?" Rose said quietly and Harry nodded. "Yes well...it must have been a shock...having all this thrust upon you."
"Can I ask you a question?" Harry blurted out.
"Uh...sure I guess..." Rose replied, blinking at the suddenness of his actions.
"What's a veela?" he asked, smiling a little.
She laughed a bit before smiling again, "Hm...how to define a veela..." she started, furrowing her brows while she tried to think of the exact definition.
"I guess it's just a person...a girl, mostly, who is so beautiful that she bewitches men into loving her...not that I'm beautiful or anything," she quickly added, averting her eyes.
She caught Harry slightly blushing after she said that, but it went away as there was a knock at their compartment door.
A boy with bright red hair opened the door. "Do you mind me sitting with you?" he asked. "Everywhere else is full."
They both nodded their consent and he came in, his eyes bulging the second he saw Rose. "You're a veela!" he exclaimed, his jaw practically trailing the floor, "Willyougooutwithmepossiblymarrymeandhavemychildren?"
Rose laughed a little. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that," she giggled.
"Go out with me, be my girlfriend," he said, still wide eyed as if under a spell. Harry now got what she meant when she said she could bewitch a man.
Rose opened and closed her mouth several times, as if trying to find her words. "Oh," she finally managed. "Um...no," she said, trying to contain her smile.
"But you HAVE to!" Ron practically screamed, causing Rose to flinch. She didn't want to be mean but...he was just not her type...to put it lightly.
"I don't have to do ANYTHING!" she exclaimed, standing up. "Just because I'm a veela doesn't mean I'm your slave!" Suddenly, she stormed out of the compartment, slamming the door behind her.
Harry raised his eyebrows and shrugged to Ron, who looked sulky as he sank down into the seat across from Harry. Rose stormed off, bumping into a girl with bushy hair as she made her way...well she didn't know where she was going but she wanted to get away from that boy.
"Excuse me," she mumbled. The girl with frizzy hair looked a little annoyed, staring her up and down. "You're a veela, aren't you?" she asked snobbily.
"What is it to you? Jealous because I actually look good?" Rose snapped, her temper always very easy to ignite. She was sick of people stereotyping her for being a veela.
"No," the girl laughed. "I'm not jealous of you...I pity you." Rose smacked the girl before she thought and turned on her heel, marching off in the direction she just came from, incidentally back towards the compartment Harry and the other boy were in.
The boy was looking out of the window, forcing himself not to look at her when the compartment door opened. It was the girl with frizzy hair again.
Rose groaned and stuck her face in her palm as she sat down next to Harry. Did she like follow her here or something?
The girl ignored Rose and turned to Harry. "Excuse me," she said. "Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one."
Harry shook his head no, "I don't think Ron's seen one either," he said, obviously that was the red headed boy's name. Rose kept her eyes averted until the girl left.
She was silent for the rest of the trip. When the train finally stopped, she bolted out of the train, eager to get to the castle and away from Ron who had spent a good half hour staring at her.
She had nothing against Harry, who had been nothing but kind to her, but besides him, no one else treated her normally.
A giant led them to a dock where dozens of small boats sat waiting for them. Rose climbed into an empty boat with a girl whom she didn't recognize. The girl turned around and smiled. "Hi," she said. "I'm Angel."
"I'm Rose," Rose replied, smiling, glad that this girl didn't seem to be judging her at first glance. The boats took off as all of the first years filled them up and started to go towards the castle.
As the castle came into view, Rose heard Angel whisper, "It's all so magical...no pun intended."
Rose laughed. "Yeah...it really is."
The boat finally docked and they piled out of it, rushing inside and out of the cold where they met a very strict looking witch, who took them into a large hall, where they were to be sorted into their houses.
Rose was first. She walked up to the tattered hat and jammed it on her head.
She felt every male eye on her head as she sat there and just wanted it to be done as soon as possible. "I feel you anguish...its not easy being different. I see your determination to prove to everyone else that you're more than just a beautiful face...I say...GRYFFINDOR!" the hat spoke into her ear, bellowing out the last part.
Every male at the Gryffindor table erupted in applause while the girls looked at her with fury. She took a seat and focused all of her attention on the sorting ceremony.
She grimaced as Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, as well as Ron, but was overjoyed when Harry was sorted into Gryffindor and her new friend Angel as well.
Angel sat down next to her and grinned. Rose returned the smile then looked over at Harry who was smiling as well. Hermione glared over at her while Ron just stared. She sighed and turned back to Angel. "Oh yeah...this is gonna be fun," she whispered and Angel giggled.