I know I haven't updated in awhile but I have been terribly busy, but here is the next chapter and it's my birthday soon! I can't wait! Enjoy!

I slowly opened my eyes and blinked at the pure white ceiling, wincing slightly at the brightness. I gradually sat up and thought about what happened the week we went on holiday to Spain.

That morning was absolutely terrible we were almost late for our flight, Lucy and Emma didn't get much sleep the night before so they were in a tantrum mood which was great for all of us. Noah woke me up with a jug of water to my form and I could've killed him if we weren't late for our flight. Mum and Dad barley got out the door without a "I forgot something" they really needed a coffee, or something stronger when we got on the plane.

When we finally got there we were all awestruck by the sights before us, beautiful, Caribbean blue seas and gorgeous sunshine. We were amazed by it all, and the folks were so kind and generous. We went for a meal every day, deciding on which restaurant we were going to go in tonight and that was totally memorable.

Noah definitely had a few girls in his room a couple of nights in and I just shook my head and laughed. Unfortunately, I didn't find anyone to occupy me from the previous day but I did forget about Malfoy a few days in and I had such a great time, but I'll admit...I did get a little homesick and now I'm off back to Hogwarts tomorrow.

Oh, did I mention, today is my seventieth birthday. I don't feel seventeen at all, but something is definitely strange, something is changing I can feel it but I don't know what. And one other thing, my mother and father seem to be acting really strange around me and I have no idea why, not only are they giving me sympathetic looks, but they're more in my face and wary of me? I'm so confused; I don't think I've done anything wrong. Have I?

Anyway, I wrote a letter to Hermione, Ron and Harry about everything that happened in Spain and said that I can't wait to see them. It was around about lunchtime when I just finished my lunch and I went to put my plate on the side, I reached into the top cupboard and I fished out a glass but as I just about grabbed it a searing pain went through my back and I dropped the glass.

"Grace? Are you okay?"

"Ow" I muttered. "Yeah, Mum everything's fine, I just dropped a glass."

"Okay, be careful! Do you need any help?"

"No, I'll be fine." I shouted back, I tied my brown hair up and found a dust pan and brush under the sink and cleaned up all the broken glass, but I didn't understand where the pain came from.

After the incident happened I went into the living room to watch some TV we watched some muggle movie called Frozen and Lucy and Emma seemed to love it. The others weren't quite sure about it. Especially the talking, magical snowman, Olaf.

But I went for a shower afterwards and as I began to drown in the nice hot water I opened my eyes and gasped at what I saw. Blood, was washing down my body, I shut off the shower and jumped out. I ran to the mirror and turned round to see blood smothered on my back and two lines on my back, they looked like scars.

I thought nothing of it once I cleaned myself up and went to sleep that night only to be woke up with the agonizing pain through my back again. I must've screamed because Mum, Dad and Noah ran in sleepily staring at me.

"What's happening to me?" I cried my brown eyes started tearing up, I stared up at my Dad beginning for help.

My Mum put a hand up against her mouth. "Oh God, I hoped this wouldn't happen."

"What? What's happening?" I screamed again turning on my side, trying to shut out the pain. I felt a hand squeeze mine assuring me and I opened mine to look to the eyes of my older Brother. The look he gave me made me squeeze his hand back in a thank you.

"Baby, there's something you should know..." My mother started to explain as my father was muttering a spell under his breath and my breathing slowed down and the pain began to cease but I could still feel a slight tingling.

"I am half Veela."

My eyebrows furrowed gazing at my mother.

"What?"

Mum stroked the sweaty hair out of my eyes and smiled sweetly at me.

"Do you know what that means Gracie?"

I shook my head tiredly.

"You're half Veela too baby."

"I don't understand..." I murmured.

"I know you don't, more will be explained once this is all over and you've had time to rest okay? Now listen to me, you're going to hear your mates' voice and see images alright? Just focus. Close your eyes Gracie."

I slowly closed my eyes and the images were blurry at first. I saw red, and then I saw green and silver and I heard a voice briefly, it sounded familiar but I couldn't pin point it right now. But I saw the Slytherin crest and inwardly whimpered and cheered.

I opened my eyes again and gazed up into my mother's eyes warmly. My brother and my Dad had gone, so it was just me and her.

"Did you see him?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Not really, I heard a voice and I saw colours."

"What house is he in?"

I brows came together.

"Slytherin."

Mother's eyes gleamed. "That's wonderful Gracie."

"Why are you smiling? That's not a good thing Mum." I was more awake now the pain was gone.

Mum laughed. "It doesn't matter what house they're in Grace they will do whatever they have to, to protect you my darling daughter."

I sighed dramatically. "Mother, you know how I feel about things like that, how am I ever going to survive? You know how I was with Nixon."

My Mother's eyes turned cold. "Nixon, was a possessive and violent bastard and he didn't deserve you Grace, I'm so glad he never hit you though."

I smiled slightly. "I suppose, but you know how I feel, I don't like being treated like an object or being ordered around Mother."

"I know baby, but this kind is... different."

"How on earth is this different?" I shouted at her.

My Father came in at that moment. "That's enough for tonight, she needs some rest Molly. Leave her be until the morning eh?"

"You are right. Get some rest Grace, we'll talk more about it in the morning, I promise."

"You promise." I narrowed my eyes. She kissed my forehead and tucked me into bed.

"I promise."

That was the last thing I heard and then my eye lids felt heavy as I drifted off to sleep.

Hope you liked it, this hopefully won't be your typical Veela story, I love them but others may not, I just thought I couldn't do much with the way things were turning out so I decided to do this a while back and here it is. Please let me know what you think though.