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Chapter 3 - Interests of the Male species

"Am I going to turn into this when I get angry?" I asked Dumbledore that evening after the Start-of-Term feast, while pointing to one of the pictures in the books I had read. The extravagantly drawn picture of a creature resembling a Harpy scared me greatly, and I know he could hear it in my voice.

Dumbledore nodded, looking at me in pity. "I promise it is not a regular occurrence for any Veela. It will only happen when you become extremely angry and upset"

"I'm scared," I told him, wringing my hands nervously.

Dumbledore nodded in understanding. "I'd be surprised if you weren't, Miss Millington"

"When will I know that I have my full powers?" I asked him suddenly.

"Currently, I believe you can feel your powers increasing, as well as your beauty and ability to talk to people, as the other spells are wearing off, am I correct?" he asked me.

I nodded slowly. I didn't think my appearances had changed much, however according to others, they had. Many of them couldn't tell what had changed, just that I "looked better". Lily believed that I had gotten my eyelashes extended, and I promised her I hadn't, while a few girls in my dorm asked if I had started using a new product in my hair, which I had also not done. I still wasn't one of the prettiest girls in school (I knew James and Sirius had a list of the top ten girls, on which I wasn't mentioned) however I had changed a lot from last year, which is why I was getting compliments.

I also knew it was easier for me to talk to people compared to how it used to be, but it still wasn't an activity I enjoyed participating in. I had been especially uncomfortable when a few boys winked at me, some even coming up to me and asking my name. I could never reply in a full sentence without stuttering, which I found very embarrassing.

I nodded in answer to Dumbledore's question.

"Well, Miss Millington, I believe you will know that you have your full powers when you stop feeling them increase. It should be around your seventeenth birthday, however I have a feeling it will be a few months before that."

My birthday was in May, which was 8 months away, meaning that if Dumbledore was correct my powers would start to increase much more in the following weeks if I was supposed to have broken all enchantments that he and my mother placed on me, before my seventeenth birthday.

"Thank you" I told him, and stood up to leave.

"Oh, Miss Millington?" he asked.

I turned back. "Yes?"

"If you would like, we could have regular meetings about this. It is important that you learn to control your powers as soon as possible, as well as your temper. There are unfortunately many aspiring Death Eaters at this school, and nothing I can do about it. If your sudden beauty doesn't make them realise you are a Veela, your newly gained powers will, and they will tell Voldemort before you can stop them." He told me.

I nodded in agreement. "Okay"

"How about every Tuesday evening after dinner?" he suggested, and I nodded my reply.

"I'll see you then, sir" I told him, and he smiled as I walked out of the door.


"In trouble already, Millington?" James Potter grinned as he saw me come down the stairs from Dumbledore's office. He was with the other three Marauders, who all looked my way as I descended the stairs, making me feel very uncomfortable due to the unnecessary attention and focus on me.

"No" I told him quietly, turning slightly pink.

"Why are you having a meeting with our old man then?" Sirius grinned.

I looked at him and immediately regretted it as I felt my heart beating faster, and my breathing increase. Why did he have such a weird effect on me? When I looked at Felix it wasn't nearly as bad as this.

"My family" I blurted out.

"Are they okay?" Remus asked, concern covering his face.

I looked at the floor and nodded. "They're fine. Everything's fine." I told them.

"Why did you have a meeting th-?" Peter questioned, but was interrupted by Remus.

"Why are you so nosy, Wormtail?" he asked, looking down at the smaller boy.

Peter looked embarrassed and Remus looked apologetic, and I was glad at least one of them had the manners not to pry into my life.

"You sure you're okay?" Sirius asked, and I looked up again. Once again I felt both calmness and excitement as I looked into his eyes, which were very conflicting emotions and made me feel extremely confused. I decided to relate it to his good looks. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was part Veela. Just like me, he had changed over the summer, and not for the worse like in previous holidays, where he came back looking thin and lifeless. His eyes sparkled like my mothers in the picture Dumbledore had given me, and I longed to push the hair out of his face. Wait, what was I saying? I hated the boy. I realised I had been staring at Sirius for a substantial amount of time, and he wore his signature smirk as he seemed to conclude that I was also in love with him, just like his many fangirls.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to look him in the eye as I said it, which was harder done than said. I then looked at the floor, and hurried past the four boys, taking the route furthest away from Sirius as possible. I didn't hate him, he just intimidated me too much for me to talk to him, and act like a normal person in his near vicinity.


Felix Decker came and found me at breakfast the next day, and I realised that once we started talking again, I was finding it much easier to converse with him than I did the previous school year. Felix was an attractive sixth year, not as good-looking as the Marauders, let alone Sirius, but I preferred his personality to the other boys. He always acted like a gentleman around me, which I absolutely adored about him. He carried my schoolbooks to my first class in the dungeons, and left my heart pumping fast as he left with a grin and a wink. Gwendolyn nudged my side and winked as well. "He seems quite keen on you"

I blushed and looked down, and was totally unprepared for the very manly chest I bumped into as I entered the classroom.

"Woah! Millington!" the body said, and I looked up. I recognised Clark Larson, a Ravenclaw boy in my Potions class.

I turned an even deeper red and muttered an apology, before stepping backwards, allowing him to exit the classroom.

"Hey Millington?" he asked, and I was forced to look up.

"Yes?" I asked quietly, trying not to make eye contact.

"Do you want to go to Hogsmede together during the next weekend trip we get?" he asked.

I froze in shock. "Why?" I asked carefully. This was the first time I had ever been asked on a date.

Clark Larson looked confused at my question, and nervously ran his hand through his hair, a trait he had no doubt picked up from Potter; he was always doing that. He laughed awkwardly. "Why do I want to go out with you?" he asked me. "You're smart and cute and funny I guess" he grinned.

I blushed. I was one hundred percent certain that I had never made a joke, especially not in front of Clark Larson, so how he found me "funny" would be a mystery to me.

"Okay" I said quietly, smiling shyly at him.

"Great!" he grinned, then turned back around into the classroom.

I looked at Gwendolyn and Lily with wide eyes, and they were staring at me with almost identical expressions.
"What in Merlin just happened?" Lily asked slowly.

"Our little Julia got asked on a date!" Gwendolyn laughed.

I blushed and looked at my feet, however a small smile graced my lips. When I sat down I could feel eyes on me. It was a weird sensation, and I hadn't felt it before. I quickly glanced over my shoulder, and saw the grey eyes of Sirius Black staring at me from the back of the classroom, who was nodding at something James Potter was saying. I quickly looked back to the front of the classroom.


Sirius cornered me while I was walking to the common room from the library that evening.

"Millington" he smirked as he appeared by my side.

I tried to not appear fazed by his sudden appearance.

"News is you have a date for the next Hogsmede weekend" he grinned.

I nodded, and picked up my pace as we walked along the empty hallways.

"What about Felix?" Sirius pressed, easily keeping up with me.

I blushed. Felix hadn't asked me to Hogsmeade, so I didn't see a problem in what I had done.

We had reached the stairs and I almost turned red when I realised I was getting out of breath once again, although weather that had to do with the very attractive boy next to me, or because of the steep stairs, I didn't know. I desperately hoped that when I gained my full powers I would be able to keep calm in either situation.

We reached another hallway, and I noticed Sirius studying me. "Millington?" he asked, and I noticed he had stopped walking.

I turned back to him, looking anywhere but his eyes, knowing that as soon as I did I would be worshipping the ground he walked on, he was that attractive.

Sirius walked up to me, and as he got closer I took a few steps back. It was too late when I realised he had me pressed up against a wall, his arms trapping me from either side.

"Millington?" he asked again, staring at my face.

I was doing my best looking anywhere but his face, which was very difficult as he was so close to me. I could feel so many parts of his body touching mine, and the electricity flowing through my body was a sensation I had not experienced previously.

Sirius removed one of his arms that had me trapped against the wall and put his hand under my chin, lifting it up so that I would meet his gaze.

Merlin he was beautiful. His grey eyes almost made me hyperventilate.

"Are you scared of me?" he asked.

I was surprised by his question, and desperately hoped he couldn't feel my heart that currently seemed to be running a marathon.

I shook my head fast.

Sirius nodded and let go of my chin, however his grey eyes had my face stuck in the position it was.

"Good" he said, a smirk returning to his face. His eyes roamed over my face and lingered on my lips. I could feel myself turning red. I swear his face was getting closer to mine, and I knew that if he kissed me I would burst into tears. I quickly turned my face to the side.

Sirius pulled back and paused, then his facials turned into a grin. "Go to Hogsmede with me the next weekend we get free?" he asked.

I shook my head furiously almost instantly. Everyone knew what Sirius did with the girls he took to Hogsmede. The girls usually bragged about their experiences very loudly in the Great Hall as soon as it had happened. They were the envy of many other girls as they told the stories of how good of a snog he was, or more recently how good he was at shagging. The thought that that would be me, terrified me. Not only was I extremely unexperienced in that area, however it would also put me in the spotlight and the centre of the Hogwarts gossip for the next few weeks, therefore no aspect of going to Hogsmede with him sounded very appealing.

"Black, you know I'm not that type of girl" I shakily told him, and ducked under his arm to hurry down the hallway towards the common room. I threw a glance over my shoulder, and was relieved that he wasn't following me.

Three days later Sirius Black hadn't even spared me a glance, (not that I had been watching him, but I had developed a certain talent or feeling, that allowed me to know when someone was looking at me, which was very strange. It happened more often that I expected it to, and made me very fidgety. I was very uncomfortable knowing that people were looking at me).

Clark Larson, however, had taken it upon himself to talk to me every day. I didn't find that I was getting much better at talking to him, which I found strange, as I could converse with Felix Decker almost easily by now.


On the first weekend back from the summer holidays, Lily, Gwendolyn and I decided we needed some fresh air, and headed outside with our schoolbooks. Gwendolyn picked a large tree next to the lake to sit under, so she would be in the shade, while Lily and I lay close to her in the sun. We hitched our skirts up around our upper thighs, so that the warm rays would be able to tan our whole legs. It wasn't long until the Marauders came bounding over, although I saw James pause in shock as he saw how far Lily's skirt had been pulled up to reveal her thighs.

"Evans!" he cried, appalled.

I heard Lily sigh heavily next to me before she sat up. "Yes, Potter?"

"Merlin's beard, pull your skirt down! Any other boy could see you exposed like that!" he cried.

Lily narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?" she asked, and I could feel her getting angrier by the second. "Just because you have a weird obsession with me, does not mean I have to pull down my skirt, resulting in me getting an unnatractive tan line, Potter. Also, I should be allowed to show off my body as much as I want. I'm sure the girls that you've had in your bed have worn less than I am right now." She told him feistily.

As Potter was searching for an answer to Lily's very valid statement, my eyes drifted to the other boys of his group. Remus had already joined Gwendolyn under the tree, while Peter was awkwardly smiling at me. I gave a shy smile back before moving my eyes to Sirius. He was smirking, his gaze fixed on my exposed legs, but ever so often drifted to where my skirt covered up the very top of my thighs.

I quickly pulled my skirt down to my knees again, and this caused him to look up and meet my eyes. I glared at his inability to even be subtle about the staring, and his famous smirk grew in size.

At that moment, Remus came over to us again, politely greeted me, then pulled James away from Lily, who was almost as red as her hair with anger, and in the middle of a shouting match with the boy in front of her.

She lay back down once the four boys were retreating, huffing about how "arrogant" and "obnoxious" he was. I tuned her out, and listened to the boys' conversation as they walked away from us along the lake. The wind carried their voices back to where I lay, and I swear I heard Sirius Black comment on how "fit her legs were". I assumed he wasn't talking about Lily, as I was certain James Potter would have punched him right there otherwise.