-DICLASIMER:: I OWN NOTHING. ALL FROM J.K. ROWLING

EXCEPT MELODY!-

He took a deep breath, holding up his hand to keep me quiet and give him a chance to explain better.

"I am your Godfather, and adoptive father."

I let what he said sink in. Godfather...Adoptive'?

"So," I started calmly. "How did you end up with me? But first I want to know who my real father is."

He took in my questions for a moment. "Both questions are part of a long story-"he stated with finality.

"But-"

"-which," he continued, raising his voice slightly. "is unsafe for you to know for another year yet." He sighed and put a hand on my arm. "Your growing too fast, Mel." he said in barely a whisper. "A war will draw upon us soon...please-" he begged. "-enjoy being carefree for a while longer?" he took a drawing, painful breath. 'I helped you into the world and I don't want you to leave it before your time."

It happened all very suddenly at his words that I saw the room become a different one entirely with a flash of red-light.

I was in a high room with grander, with paintings on a wall of ghost resembling, blonds around the tall room. I couldn't see much more but mahogany floor, which I was sprawled on.

Then a cold, spine chilling, high voice spoke.

"You thought what?" he hissed.

I slowly moved my body into a standing position. I didn't seem in control of my movements but they were natural all the same as I watch through my eyes. I turned to the cold voice, rage building in me.

About a meter or two away was a man-if you could call him that. He was skeletal in form and skin tone. He had wide, red eyes and no nose but to slits for nostrils. Wand out stretched to me.

I wanted to laugh. Cry and scream at him all at once to the sight. He looked too dangerously threatened by me for any emotion on my behalf but fear.

"It is too risky!" I spat at him. "The man KNOWS!"

"Even he can't foresee his own death." he hissed effortlessly back, furious.

I then noticed a weird witch next to his outstretched arm. She too was gaunt and pale. Her hair was blacker than her robes and as wild as her eyes.

She leaned towards the man and whispered feverishly to him as if she were an excited child.

"Yes, you may." he said, his eyes finally looking away from me. "She's given us all we need."

She chuckled hysterically "Yeee!" she cried gleefully. "Bella gets to finish what she started!" She turned on me. I didn't move.

"CRUCIO!" she screamed

I felt an instant pain shooting everywhere and slowly died out. I continued to write and scream on the floor because I could feel the magic around me even without the excruciating pain.

"Bella" a woman begged, softly. "Let's not play with our food." she added a bit more casually.

I felt the curse lift off me. I lay immobile, gasping for breath shaking slightly.

"And to think," the woman named Bella taunted. "your son married this!" she chackled again, rather cruelly.

I opened my eyes slightly to see her standing over me her wand at my head like a common muggle gun. I closed them again, waiting.

Silence beyond my eye-lids raged.

"Oh, well." she said. "AVADA KEDAVERA!"

There was a flash of green that faded slowly to sun-light. I felt my dad grasping my arm. "Melody!" he begged.

I opened my eyes. He looked worried.

"Dad," I hesitated to ask. "um...what did you-know-who look like?"

He shuttered. "You don't want to know." I shook my head. "I need to." He looked as if I asked him to stab me in the chest.

"Umm..." he thought. "he was very skeletal...uh...no nose, just small slits as nostrils...and red eyes..." he shivered a bit like he had looked into those eyes before. "Why do you ask?"

Fear started to clog my chest, I'd seen Voldemort. 'Dumbledore's office, now."

A moment later I was pacing Dumbledore's study. My dad stood in a shock, clutching the headmasters desk for support. The headmaster slumped into his seat.

The room was echoing in silence. My dad broke it. "Professor, " he looked at Dumbledore. "The veela gift in her-?"

"It is stronger than we hypothesized." Dumbledore answered.

My dad gasped, "No..." then buried his head into his hands.

"Melody," Dumbledore piped up. "You know that you are part-veela, yes?"

I nodded.

"And you're aware of veela powers?' he asked. "You can speak to all manner of animals and magical creatures. You can speak enchant anyone with your beauty and voice. You can even transform into a part creature to protect land, love and self with fire." I nodded to this.

He sighed, "What is a veela's purpose?"

"To protect forests, animals, and eco-systems." I answered. "Then we die...but I'm at school too much to be tied to the wild the way veela become, and Hogwarts and the forest are perfectly safe."

Dumbledore smiled, "At least you know what you'll be protect-"

"NO!" my dad blurted. "I won't let it be her!"

"Severus," Dumbledore said calmly. "It's not your choice to make. Voldemort blindly sent both prophecies in motion without knowing. Now her and Harry will be his downfall...it must be her...she fits so well."

"No..." my dad muttered softly, defeated. He then choked on some tears a moment. "I told her-" he said to Dumbledore. "I told her I'd let her know everything at the end of this year...please?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, that works fine...but Melody." I looked to him. "Veela...they can foretell their own deaths, too. What you saw, it will happen-"

"But-"

"We can prevent her from dying though, Severus." My eyes widened. "Severus, if you want some control then find a way for that day to be a re-birth for her."

My dad nodded then ran out of the office.

"Melody," Dumbledore said. "I'm sure Severus told you, that soon things will change. You can't prevent them, but you can bend them to your will." He chuckled slightly. "I influence many things around Hogwarts; Harry learning how to work the Mirror of Erised, Hermione Granger receiving her time-turner, now this year I'm hoping we can get close to the Dumstrangs and Beaubattons."

"Sorry for putting this on you, professor, with the Tournament and the events from the World Cup-" He raised a hand. "Not to worry, dear."He smiled warmly. "It was a wise thing to do, for now we can prepare ourselves."