In my world, veela can't turn into birds, but have enhanced senses and stronger magic along with their allure.

Lily was pregnant. It was her and James' first child and she was so excited, but James had go for the first month on a vampire hunt in the west, James left Lily with his best friend in the entire world, Remus Black. Now, in the muggle world, you can get pregnant, but you can't get pregnant while you're pregnant, but the wizarding world is different. In the wizarding world you can get pregnant while you're pregnant and the only one who knew this was James. What James didn't know was that Lily and Remus had a secret relationship in Hogwarts, they had stopped, but Remus taking care of the woman he still had feelings for without a husband in sight… it was obviously going to lead to something. Neither of them knew of the dangers and when James came back and Lily found out she was having twins, she was delighted, so much so that she wanted to read more about wizarding pregnancies. She was reading one night after James had gone to sleep and couldn't see her face, which was a good thing when she found out just what the consequences of what her and Remus had done. One of her children were James and one of them Remus', Lily had no clue what to do, wouldn't Remus' child look like him? Bring the smart witch she was, she started thinking about Remus and her parents, he did kind of look like her father, slightly, but James had only ever seen grainy pictures of her father in his older years so she could pass the child off as looking like him. Her plan was set and she was still slightly rattled from the information, but her plot had calmed her mind enough to get a good amount of sleep.

Around dinner time on the 31st of July, Lily Potter went into labor and James rushed her to St. Mungo's. She was then in labor for hours until it was time to push, they all thought that the twins would be born the next day, but a minute before the clock struck twelve, the first baby was born. It took five more minutes for Lily to be done and finally when the other baby was born, it was the first of August, they managed to have twins on two different days. When Lily first looked at the oldest she knew the little girl was Remus' child and was instantly reminded of the mistake she had made nine months before. She named the girl Diana Juniper Potter and her younger brother Richmond James Potter. She gave James her excuse about how little Diana looked just like Remus and everyone came in to adore their little babies. Richmond looked just like James in every way and Diana looked more like Remus, sandy hair and all except she had Lily's bright green, emerald-like eyes. They were perfect, but something Dumbledore had told them made them fearful for their lives and so after about a week at the Potter Manor, they had to go in hiding under the Fidelius charm and leave the war.

It was a year later and James and Lily had major cabin fever, they knew that Voldemort hadn't had much activity lately and so they decided to go out for dinner leaving their children in the care of a muggle girl from town. They left and soon enough Voldemort snuck in and killed the girl, slightly disappointed that the Potters weren't at the house, but not to much, he wasn't there for them. He went upstairs and saw the twins wondering which one to kill. The boy seemed to be sleeping, but the girl stood up to look at him, a challenge he thought and fired the killing curse at him. What he didn't expect was it to backfire and hit him, making him no more than a cloud of dust floating out the window as the nursery burned. The Potter's took a bit of time to get back to their home and in that time some of the ceiling had fallen, cutting Richy deeply on the cheek, waking him up. When everyone came bursting into the nursery, they put out the fire and went over to Richy seeing as he was the closest to the door. The saw his V shaped cut and the idolising of him began. The only person who really saw Diana was Remus, he knew she was his pup, he could smell her scent and knew why she was always fussy during the full moon. He wanted to tell James, but he knew it would ruin their friendship and he couldn't stand that, they were all he had. Everyone was now gushing over Richy, Dumbledore had even come in and declared him the boy-who-lived, meanwhile, Diana was off in the corner, with no ono but Remus to keep her company.

Two Years later…

Richy was a normal child with his mind and his magic like most magical babies, the only thing that stood out with the boy was his Chosen One status, even his looks weren't extraordinary, he had brown hair and dull brown eyes with a little chubby face. Diana, one the other hand, was the exact opposite, she was anything but normal, but no one paid any attention to her to notice. She had long, sandy colored hair that fell straight to her shoulders and her electric green eyes that stood out most of all. She was more slender than her brother, but that was probably due to a lack of food at certain times, she had shown magic a couple months before her brother, but everyone just assumed it was Richy anyway, he was the Chosen One. When the twins turned two, they were separated, Richy was put in a bedroom right next to their parents and Diana was put in a smaller room farther away, but she didn't care because she was in the only room in what they called the knowledge wing. The knowledge wing had the library, the potions lab, the music room among some other things that no one really used. Diana was desperate for her parents love and affection like most little kids and now, at age three, could read and write with clarity, and was even learning to do some wandless magic, all in the hopes of trying to gain some attention from her family. She was so happy when learned to elevate small things, as soon as she had mastered it she ran down the stairs as fast as her little legs could go to show her parents. They were in the sitting room with Richy, reading to him and trying to teach him how to write when Diana burst in.

"Mommy, Daddy!" She cried out with the kind of joy only a child could posses.

"What Diana?" Lily asked with a sigh, slightly frustrated with Richy, but willing to take it out on her daughter.

"Look what I can do." Diana said and then focused on a quill on the table with a calm you wouldn't have expected and smiled when it started to float the few feet from the table to her hand. She was so happy, but when she started to here Richy cry she knew she was in for it. She heard James get up and felt a large hand slapping her so hard on the cheek she fell backwards.
"Diana! Don't try and upstage your brother like that! How dare you make him feel bad!" James yelled as Lily tried to comfort her screaming brother. Diana couldn't help herself, she started crying which only infuriated her parents more.

"Stop crying Diana, go to your room and stay there for the rest of the night to think about what you've done! No supper for you." James grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room, closing the door behind her. Diana whipped her tears away and walked back to her room, wondering just why she was punished for trying to impress them.

Over the past six months since that first incident, Diana had tried over, and over again to impress her parents, studying with every minute she had and getting some of the house elves to help her when she came to a stop. She could now also speak french and latin like most pureblooded children and knew some basic spells, she was even teaching herself the harp and piano, what was expected from the daughter of a prestigious family. She performed for her family and others, yet every time she was punished and despite her advanced knowledge for her age, she couldn't understand why. With every passing day her parents disdain towards their daughter seemed to grow and Diana's need for their love and affection seemed to shrink. Slowly the understanding was coming to her that no one really cared or loved her, but it would still be a couple months before she got it all and a year before she came to accept the fact.

It was her fourth birthday, well, the day after and she was in her room watching the party below her with utter longing. She way have already realized her parents didn't love her, but she just wanted to be Richy so bad sometimes like now, watching the fun everyone was having practically kissing the ground their savior walked on. She decided to go downstairs, sneaking around and trying to blend into the crowd somehow, finding out that even the minister was here!

"Where are your parents sweetie?" A lady asked from behind her, Diana turned around to see a nice brown haired lady looking down at her with a curious gaze. Diana didn't know what to say, just as she was about to reply she felt a hand on her shoulder and she stiffened.

"Ah, Amelia, I'm glad you could make it. This is one of my friends daughters, Diana, I guess that she just ran off. They're probably looking for her now, so I must go, I'm sorry I couldn't chat for longer." The grip on her shoulder was tight and she knew that she was in for it now.

"Oh, I understand James, I'll see you at work on Monday." James smiled and walked away, switching his hand from Diana's shoulder to her wrist, dragging her to her room. When they got there his true face showed and it was nothing but utter fury.

"You little, unwanted mistake! You could've ruined my job for me!" He screamed after throwing up some silencing wards. Diana didn't know what to do, she had never seen her father this mad before. "I never wanted you! You're nothing compared to your brother!" He screamed, throwing a couple punches at Diana, and she knew it was going to bruise. He ranted for another ten minutes about how she was nothing compared to her brother and what not, beating her face into obscurity. Finally he had calmed down and was just looking down at his crying, bleeding daughter with eyes filled with disgust. "I always hoped I could use this." He said, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. With one little spell he threw it at his daughter and she felt a quick pull behind her navel and she was gone, not returning for many years.

"Who is she?" Diana heard when the spinning stopped.

"Where did she come from?" Another asked.

"Who cares, she's beaten badly and we need to fix her! Quickly, sedate her and we'll start." She felt a sudden feeling of drowsiness come over her and everything got quiet, fading into nothing.

When Diana came to she felt better then ever and quickly opened her eyes, remembering the events of the last time she was conscious. She looked to be in a hospital, it wasn't muggle, but it was still a hospital. Some people were walking around the ward and they were some of the most beautiful people Diana had ever set her eyes on, it was definitely a sight to see.

"Ah! I see that you're awake." A lady said with an Irish accent, walking up to the medical bed Diana was in wearing some black scrubs. She examined Diana to see if she was okay and smiled when she was done.

"Where am I?" Diana blurted out.

"My child, you're in Ostana, the land of the veela." It did explain why everyone Diana saw had a sort of unreal beauty to them.

"How did I get here?" She asked.

"You seemed to have been transported by a portkey, but I don't know how it got through our wards or why you were close to death when you arrived. Seeing as you are such a young child, we consulted our Queen and decided that we should try and find your real parents. No mortal has ever lived with us or just appeared out of nowhere, so this is all a first for everyone." The doctor explained, but a sense of panic rose up in Diana's chest and she couldn't help the involuntary shake of her head.

"No." She said with a sort of panic that perplexed the doctor.

"Why?"

"Because, it was my… parents who beat me to near death, I can't go back there." The doctor sat in her chair, silent for about ten minutes before speaking.

"Well, you can't be a mortal if you're staying here. To stay with us you must become a veela, the process would be very painful and would trigger the werewolf in you."

"I don't care, I just don't want to go back to my old home." Diana pleaded and the doctor raised her eyebrows with pity for the child showing in her crystalline blue eyes.

"Very well, I will set up the procedure, but first we must find you a home. Until then, you will stay here and I will look after you." Diana nodded and with one last look at the child, the doctor stood up and left, on the hunt for the gentlest veela in their nation to take of the damaged child.

Diana's POV

It took a week, but the doctor finally came back to see me, but this time she wasn't alone.

"Hello child, I have found you a home. This is Ajax Clement, he's philosophy professor at the university, I think you two will be good together." The doctor said and I looked over at the man. He was taller than most with dark auburn hair and deep blue eyes. His face seemed a bit harsh, but none the less beautiful with a certain gentleness about it, he was truly intriguing.

"Hello Mr. Clement, I'm Diana." I said trying to be polite.

"Oh, please, call me Ajax, Diana, Roman goddess of the moon, what a lovely name." I blushed slightly at the compliment, the man's voice was deep and soothing with a distinct American accent, but not too deep to be creepy, it was just right.

'Well Ajax, we're ready for the procedure if you and Diana are."

"Okay. Diana, take it all in because, if you're ready, this will be the last few minutes that you'll be human. After this you will be a veela-werewolf mix with witch magic along with the creature magic. I will also blood adopt you as my daughter." I nodded along, wishing to drop the weight that was my surname this instant, Ajax seemed so nice, like he'd be a pretty good dad.
"Okay." I got up and followed the two through a couple hallways until we got to what looked like a surgery room. Fear made my hands slick with cold sweat as I anticipated the pain, trying to calm myself down, fear was weakness and I wanted my new father to see me as strong and worthy. The doctor took some of Ajax' blood and some of mine and started chanting in a language I didn't know, I was guessing it was veela language or something. The pain came all it once, cold and hot like I was being stabbed with frozen needles and dipped in lemon juice then in lava. I screamed out, falling to my knees, but managing to stay upright. It seemed to last for an eternity, but it was probably only around five minutes in real time. When it was all over I felt tired, but refreshed and powerful. Ajax helped me up, putting his arm around my shoulders, I now felt a kind of connection I hadn't felt with James with Ajax, maybe it was just a veela thing?

"Well Diana, would you like to see yourself? You haven't changed much, but there are some things that are different." I nodded my head, my voice hoarse from screaming and with a swish of her hand, the doctor made a full length mirror appear in front of me. My hair that was previously straight now had some distinct waves in it, my face seemed a bit more aristocrat and beautiful with higher cheekbones and wider eyes. The one thing that did intrigue me was my pointed ears, and my auburn colored wolf tail and ears.

"Why am I part dog?" I whispered, making both Ajax and the doctor laugh.

"I think that was because of the veela gene reacting with your werewolf genes, it seems to have given you a tail and wolf ears along with sharper teeth, I think when you're older you'll be able to turn into a wolf, but for now you're just stuck with the reminders." I touched my second pair of ears and they twitched, I was surprised I could even feel myself petting them.

"Ah." Was all I said, I turned around, no longer looking at myself, but looking at Ajax instead.
"Well, seeing as you're now one of us, you can come home with me." He said and I walked over to him, hugging him on the leg, it was weird giving affection and knowing I won't be punished in return. I was discharged and we walked out, I was surprised at how… normal everything seemed. There was way more greenery and natural then in the muggle world, but the houses looked like any European street, they even had muggle inventions, but they didn't have cars, people were either walking or on bikes, but because of that the air seemed cleaner and easier to breath. We walked for around thirty minutes until we reached a large campus, I'm guessing the university, we then walked for a bit more until we reached a little dark brick house that had a front garden and a nice field in the back.

"Well, this is home." Ajax said as he opened the door. Everything inside was like a normal craftsman style house with exposed brick and on and off wood-carpet floors, it was cozy and perfect, a million times better than the hollow house I was used to. Ajax gave me tour of the house and one thing I noticed was that there was a lot of books, everywhere. Finally, we went upstairs which consisted of three rooms and one of the two bathrooms in the house.

"That room is mine, that room is what I call the, 'scholar room' and finally, there's yours." I walked over and went in to find a pretty big bed next to a large bay window. Along with that there was a closet in the wall, and a bookshelf.

"You also have a desk and a hammock in the scholar room." Ajax said and I was taking it all in, despite the Potter's fortune, all I ever had was a rickety old bed in a dusty room, this was definitely a step up.

"Thank you." I said, turning around and hugging Ajax once more.

"No need, you are now Diana Clement, you're my daughter and you need a bedroom. I hope you like learning because I will teach you most everything I knew. I see you're tired and so I will let you rest, we can talk more tomorrow." I nodded, I was pretty tired, not only from the procedure, but also the walk from the hospital to the house.

"One question." I said and Ajax stopped with his hand on the door, looking back at me and raising his eyebrows in question.

"Yes, Diana?" He asked.

"Can I call you Jaxy?" I asked, thinking it would be a nice nickname.

"If you want, I've never had anyone call me that, but there's a first time for everything. Good night." He left and I took off my shoes climbing in my new bed and looking up at the moon with a completely different perspective than before.