Chapter One: Veela


Note: I'm changing Fleur and Gabrielle's ages/years. Gabrielle is the same age as Rose, Fleur is four years older.

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This Chapter is dedicated to kodotoad , thanks for the review!



Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Harry Potter, all the books, posters, movies, and other fun stuff. Did I mention I married Voldemort, Harry, Malfoy, and Sirius? No? I don't? I don't even own a copy of the books because the copies I have I stole from my brother? Oh well~!



Talking

Thinking/Dreams/Flashback

Spells/French

Rose's Special Magic


Rose opened her eyes and looked around. She wasn't in her cupboard or the kitchen, if fact this didn't look like there Aunt's house at all! She looked closer; it looked like she was in rich person's dining room at all.

Suddenly she heard a gasp. To her left, there were two beautiful girls; one around her age, the other a big girl! They were both looking at her looking at her. Rose squeaked in surprise and curled up in a ball. The girls said something to her but, she only partly understood. This was strange, because they were not speaking English. She heard them call out for their Mother. She quickly walked in the room and the girls pointed to her.

"Hello little one." said the woman. Rose looked at her.

"Why can I understand you?" She asked. The women quietly gasped.

"I'm speaking French."

"Really?" Rose said before gasping. She had to! "Is this magic?"She asked. The women nodded.

"Yes little one. You must be a witch. No, not a bad one like the movies."

"I see. Are you a witch?" Rose asked, slightly remembering her parents

"Not per say. I am a Veela. We are magical as well. We have powers like beauty. Hm, you must be from England. How did you get here?"

"Well, I wished myself here, to my own kind who would love me. Does that mean I'm a Veela?" asked Rose. The woman froze in shock. Then she smiled at Rose.

"Maybe. My name is Apolline; these are my daughters, Fleur and Gabrielle. Would you like some lunch?" asked Apolline. Rose smiled at them all.

"My name is Rose. Which is weird because I hate the color pink*!" Rose giggled along with the other girls. As they talked, the girls found they have a lot in common and chatted happily. Fleur and Gabrielle (better known as Gabby) didn't have many friends, being rich and Veelas (Rose learned that Fleur would be going to Beauxbatons come fall and was pretty nerves), while Rose's family kept people away.

They had a yummy lunch which Rose ate like there was no tomorrow. Apolline frowned and took Rose aside.

"Honey, how did you live before? Why did you 'wish to be with your own kind'?" Apolline asked. Rose frowned, before deciding on the truth for once.

"My Aunt and Uncle weren't very nice to me. My parents left me there for not having enough magic. My Uncle…. Calls me a freak and…" Rose bit her lip and tears framed her eyes. Apolline pulled her into a hug. Rose stiffened before hugging her back.

"Rose, I know that this is hard for you but, has you family ever hit you?" Rose froze before nodding. "Listen, I will NEVER send you back there." Apolline told her, squeezing tighter. Rose nodded and walked over to Gabby.

"Honeys, I'm home!" yelled a voice. Fleur and Gabby raced toward him, giving huge hugs.

"Daddy! Come on, come see Rosie!" said Fleur.

"Yeah Daddy! She nice and she like flowers and teddies and dresses and…" Gabbed Gabby (A/N: Tell me you never talked like that at seven :P)

"Well then where is this Rosie?" He asked. Rose shyly stepped over.

"Hello, I'm Rose. Who are you? Are you a Veela too?" She politely asked. He smiled.

"I'm Matt. It's a pleasure to meet you Rose. No, I'm not a Veela, I'm what is called a Dormant Veela. All men with Veela blood are, along with some women. To have a Veela Baby, you must have two people with Dormant blood-which we believe might be your case-, two Veelas, or a Veela and a Dormant. If a Veela has a child with a normal witch or muggle, it becomes a Dormant Veela. The same if it's a male.

"Would you mind if I did a test on you to see if you are Veela?" Matt said. Rose nodded. He mumbled a few words and Rose turned purple. She looked down at herself in shock. Gabby started giggling, followed by Fleur, Rose, and the adults.

"Well, I like this better then my first name. Violet is my middle name, and I like this much more**!" Rose laughed some more. Apolline smiled.

"What's your full name honey?"

"Rose Violet Potter." The adults froze while the children looked confused. Rose sighed. "I remember flashes from when I was a baby. My brother is this "Boy who Lived", though, really isn't. I remember it hitting me, I still have the scar." Rose said, pushing up her bangs. They gasped a little at this.

"My parents never saw this. After an old man, Bumbley-door I think, told them it was my brother, they didn't bother to check. The fame got to their heads. They soon decided to have my brother's magic tested and decided to have mine check, thinking as the 'sister of the boy-who-lived', I must be powerful." A tear gathered in her eye. Matt bent down a put a hand on her shoulder.

"Honey, with the test wizards use, it can't tell Veela from other things. You are not a Squib, you can even do normal Wizarding things! Though, from what my wife has told me, you might have some extra powers. There is one thing you may want to know, when abuse happens to a Veela, they often have dreams where Gods and Goddesses talk to them!

"The Veela race was made by the Goddesses to be called to do their work, though they only choose the most deserving, responsible ones. If this happens, they may give you a mission, along with powers and items. A few times, they have been given the title "Mistress of" whatever god gave this to them. My Great-Great-Grandmother was a 'Mistress of Love'; Aphrodite gave her a mission to stop a man from turning evil by giving the man her love. Sadly, this mad the next few generations Dormant." Matt smiled at her. Rose nodded. Apolline took him out of the room for a minute, whispering quickly.

"Wow! That would be so cool if it happened to you! We could help you along the way!" Gabby exclaimed happily. Rose smiled at them.

"You guys are awesome! I wish I could stay here forever!" Rose said. Suddenly a little magic swirled around, the girls all gasped.

"Well, I think wishing may be one of you powers. We were talking about adopting you when magic started swirling around us and there were suddenly adoption papers on the desk and pens in our hands." Matt said. Rose gasped. In his hand there were signed papers. "If you sign here you can stay here as long as you want. I can always use another daughter and the girls would love another sister!" Rose quickly signed the paper. Then she squealed and ran over and hugged the girls. They began to bounce around the room, existed and happy.

This is the best day of my life!


That night's dream:

Rose looked around the room she was in. It was blackish in color and the sat a beautiful woman. She smiled at Rose.

"Hello my little Rose. My name is Persephone, and I'm your Goddess. The fates have wronged you so I have come to apologize and ask for you help in a mission, you will get a happy life and powers out of this deal. Even thought I am technically a Goddess of spring, I double for Death because of my entrapment in the underworld.

"Your mission shall be to defeat that Dark lord, he keeps trying to cheat me, and I hate being cheated. "I will be giving you the powers of Occlumenty (the protection of you mind), Control of all the elements, a gift of the true Seer, sense magic and aura, and Further your gift of tongues (to talk in different languages)- human and animal.

"You shall be come a "Mistress of Death" the last one being your ancestor. You know the story of 'The Three brothers'?" She asked. Rose nodded and she continued. "The truth is they were "The Three Sisters" and once my dear friends. After a fight, I tricked all but the last. Since you are the ancestor of one, you are of all so, the 'Deathly Hollows' are yours. When you wake, the cloak around you, the wand in your hand, the ring on your finger (I even got that stupid horcruxe off of it.)

"Lastly, to stop any government interference, you will awaken with the necklace of the gods on your neck. This along with the Hallows will show you are doing 'Death's work' and they shall not interfere." She finished and looked at Rose for her answer.

"I accept this mission." "Good. Go ahead and wake up. Oh, by the way, for punishment for abandoning you, all Dormant Veela Blood has been removed from their family."

Dream End


French

*"rose" means pink

** "violet" means purple

(This is funny to me, "Roses are red; Violets are blue;" shouldn't it be Rose is pink, violet is purple?)

Anyway, how was it? Did you see it coming? Did you like it?

THERE WILL BE A TIME-SKIP AHEAD! THERE WILL BE FLASH-BACK SCENES OF THE TIME BEFORE IT SKIPS TO SEVENTH YEAR AND A TRI-WIZARD TOURNAMENT! OVER VIEW FOR JAMES Jr.:

First year: Voldemort got the stone but didn't use it right and broke it before he could get immortality. James was on the Quidditch team but sucked at flying and was stuck in the key room. Though, he told everyone he killed Voldy again.

Second year: Ginny told a friend about the book (Luna) and they gave it to Dumbledore to destroy, no snakes or petrifying. James Jr. claimed he helped by no one believed him (he couldn't tell anyone what the book looked like or who Ginny was).

Third Year: Azkaban escaped Peter tried to kill James Jr. but was arrested but James Sr. before any damage was done.

Forth Year: Death Eater DADA professor, tried to kill him. James Jr. almost died but was saved by Dumbles.

Fifth Year: Umbridge tried to take over the school but the twin turned her into a frog and… "Forgot" how to turn her back…. But Jr. tried to take the credit.

Six: Convinced Malfoy was evil and up to something, he fallows him all over school and finds nothing, though manages to fail potions (for Snape, not Slughorn, Lupin retook DADA).

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