Prologue

At the beginning of time all of nature existed peacefully together, however as they evolved a rift grew between the races. Humans began to discriminate against each other and against nature. While most humans (witches and wizards, and Muggles, discriminated against each other), they also discriminated against magical creatures, plus vice versa, when they entered their respective territories. However, the purest race, the Veela didn't. They were neutral in the cold war between humans and magical creatures. Its traces still exist today. In order to stay protected, they lived far away from the reaches of the human world. They lived in a forest far away from human technology and magic.

The current Queen of the Veela was an Elemental Veela. Her name was Pasiphae Pandorae was pregnant. Her child would not be safe. Her mate wasn't what he used to be, no, not what he pretended to be. She should have known that with the bonding, but it had been distorted by Dark magic. One thing was true though, she knew that he gained power from the bond. She knew that he would not be able to return to the Veela realm without being invited in. For now, the Veela realm or the Veela Forest would still be safe, but it was still staked out territory for the current Dark Lord. After all, he was her mate. At least she knew him to some degree, since she knew of his intelligence and his cunning as he did not hide that from her.

"Saephe Eo when my child is born, you must take her to the human world. I have a cousin, her name is Molly…yes, Molly Weasley. She is married-mated to a man named Arthur Weasley. A Veela of your capacity should be able to bring the babe to safety. You will go with Pryul Anat and Ceres Persephe. They will be your guard. I trust you to return safely," said Pasiphae Pandorae.

"Yes, Mistress," bowed the three Veela dutifully.

"No-no what's happening? My body…hurts."

The blood ran cold in his body, yet his skin was burning feverishly. He gasped. Spikes of pain racked his body, but mostly his back.

The boy screamed. His body felt like it was being lacerated. Blood poured from his pores. His clothes sizzled and the smell of burning was present. A chill passed through the house. Alternations of heat and cool passed through the house, waking its occupants if they had not already been jolting out of their sleep due to the pained screams that sounded from the attic, which was not from the ghoul.

"Ron dear, is everything up there alright?" called Molly Weasley, his mother.

In truth, she knew what the screaming was about, but she had no way of helping her adoptive son, her nephew. She and her husband had kept the secret between themselves, but she was sure that her husband did not truly believe her. She wondered now, if she had made the mistake of not telling her children. At that time she had decided not to tell them in order to protect the boy, but now it would possibly cause problems.

No it would definitely cause problems. In fact those problems were about to occur, if they hadn't already. Molly Weasley shook her head. She shouldn't have raised them this way, but she hadn't wanted to raise him apart from her own children. After all, she had wanted to teach him to live as a human, that way he would be safe, until he was thrust out of their world by his first heat. In fact he had just gotten into his first heat and he was coming into his true form as his body morphed.

It would have hurt more for him to morph into Veela form because he was born male. This meant that the morph would change his gender and into his true form as female. Mrs. Weasley sighed. She would have not only to deal with the questions of her children and the fluctuations of the temperature of the home plus ruckus that the ghoul was making due to the changes that were occurring in her home. She could feel a headache coming as she tried to think of an explanation that would satisfy her Veela nephew-adopted son and her own children.

Thinking no more of her troubles and the mistakes that may have made while she was caring for her nephew-adopted son, she walked up the steps. It was getting more difficult as she got up one step. She could feel the alternating blast of heat and the rush of cold. She shivered, trying to make herself feel better. She had to get up there fast. She had to calm the boy-turned girl Veela.

"M-mom…it hurts" moaned Ron.

Through his pain blitzed state, Ron could still recognize his mother. His eyes were scrunched in pain, but his nose had told him that it was his mother. The heat and cold died down, when his instincts registered where he was. He knew he was safe in his bed.

"I know baby, I know. I'm sorry, Ron," said Mrs. Weasley.

"What's happening to me?" said Mrs. Weasley.

"You are changing. Your body is changing to that of your true form," said Mrs. Weasley.

Those were the last words he had heard from his mother, before he drifted off into a pained filled sleep. His sheets and mattress had become ice and the ice had been on fire as both elements clashed to bring about the change. Frozen blood had pooled on the floor. From the blood, vines had grown and covered the boy's body to keep the body temperature insulated. The air pressure was changing constantly, meaning that humans would have trouble adjusting to it.