-DICLASIMER:: I OWN NOTHING. ALL FROM J.K. ROWLING
EXCEPT MELODY!-
I stood as they tried to settled.
I took a deep breath. "First," I said, "I need to explain what has happened.
"I have found a flawless way to survive the unforgivable curses."
My dad's eyes widened.
"See, Fred and George Weasley overheard dad muttering about it. And they set off researching." Dumbledore and my dad were intent. "Only vampires could."
I slid the hood off. My dad and Dumbledore gasped. "The Western-Evolved generation?" Dumbledore probed.
I nodded. " 'Heart in your body or placed in there and you live forever' type?"
"Yes." Dumbledore said softly.
"Does..." my dad teetered. "...the Sun still effect you?"
I pulled out the necklace the twins made which was more blue now. "Solar Necklace." I explained. "The twins thought of it." I smiled lightly. I felt distantly proud. "They sadly will use their genius for profit and happiness instead of school."
Dumbledore chuckled, "True."
"How often will you need to quench your thirst?" my dad asked, staring like I was a completely different person. He was losing his grip while Dumbledore kept his cool.
"Every second Friday first, then we'll slowly weed ourselves off." I answered. "It will become less often over the months." I only noticed then how I didn't feel hungry at all; did I have control?
"How long have you been one?" Dumbledore quarried.
I thought about it. "Well, it takes an hour to change." I pondered out loud. "Maybe around thirteen minutes until I came here..."
"Wonderful." Dumbledore praised. "You're very strong willed, Melody...no wonder you're a threat to Voldemort."
I smiled, feeling proud for myself. Then I felt the smile fade. "What about Harry-?"
"Only change him if he asks after really mulling it over."
I sighed, Harry wouldn't knowing those around him would age and die. Then reality struck me.
"Sir..?" I hesitated.
"Yes?"
"How does the trace work, again?"
He chuckled, "I know where you're going with that question. I'll message the Ministry to remove the trace off of you and Mr. and Mr. Weasley."
I smiled, "Thank you, Professor."
He chuckled, "Call me 'Dumbledore' Mel. I know everyone does."
That morning I sprawled myself on a common-room chair facing the east. I kept my head down, looking at the necklace. It slowly became lighter outside and so did the necklace. Then as the sun peaked and hit my face the necklace flashed yellow then a pale red.
I kissed the solar charm, thanking each magically historic person I could think of for not being a pile of ash.
People slowly stirred upstairs. I didn't move, I wanted Gryffindor tower to know that I changed before the rest of the school found out.
Lee, the twins friend, was oddly the first person down. He stopped in his tracks, to stare. "Why, hello." he smiled at me.
"Hi, Lee." I replied.
"Mel?" he asked, shocked. I nodded.
A lot of the guys that followed had a similar reactions.
Until Neville, who walked out with Harry. Neville stopped and muttered to Harry "Who is she?" which Harry then looked over and muttered "Mel." Then Neville responded with a stare and a very squeaky "Holy Merlin!"
I got up. "Harry, mind if I join you for breakfast?"
He laughed. "Not at all, I'll be your personal escort to all of your classes." he announced.
Neville then became oddly brave, "Me too."
I smiled widely.
"Let's go then."
I laced my hands onto their arms and we made our way out of the common room.
We met no-one through the halls, but I knew people were in the Great hall. Sure enough the moment we entered the Hall Lee turned to the twins, 'Look, there she is now." Then there was a wave of silence like a water drop ripple, and everyone turned to stare.
It didn't help that someone (probably Hermione) was playing muggle music. I walked, as gracefully as Fleur, to my seat When the room finally calmed a bit more, I caught a look at the Durmstrangs at Slytherin Table. Shock, awe and they were drooling to boot.
"Even Malfoy can't take his eyes off you." said Harry, who was amused with himself. I felt myself blush as girls around the hall tried to distract the boys around them. I looked up, Draco was the only one still staring, compulsively now.
"So, Mel?" Fred probed. "we're going to put on a little presentation for everyone-"
"What's the catch?"
"Nooo-we'll it's in five seconds..." George tried.
I rolled my eyes. "Lemme guess; I'm the star?"
"Well..." they said.
I sighed. "What am I singing?"
"Whatever plays." they beamed.
I sighed and grabbed Fred's arm "Play it."
Apologize by One Republic, was first, I was mortally frightened. I told myself to sing from my stomach, which I was-because veela's power to entrance comes from singing with the throat-but the guys were still swarming flocking in admiration.
I tried to yell but I couldn't stop, I was being controlled by something.
Cry me a River by Justin TImberlake played next and my body started moving too.
Then something crazy happened, Draco stood on the table at the chorus of the song. I started to feel terrified inside, but kept my face calm, especially as he held my hand and sang with me "Something's are better left unsaid."
Then I realized where the controlling force was radiating from; the music. Music always had a power over veela the way our voices did over others. "OH!" I cried melodically at the bridge, just as the song. My eyes found Draco's slivery ones and I hardly noticed anything else, that people sang at the end or that we ended up dancing together on the table. More music continued but I barely even noticed anything down to the rhythm. I started realizing things about Draco I hadn't seen in his with his hatred and Harry and Ron's, too. Like how beautiful and pleasant his smile was, how kind and handsome his features are when they weren't warped but hate. Also his eyes grew softer as they looked into mine.
I then stopped moving for a moment, "Do a duet with me." I whispered to him.
"I can't sing." he muttered.
"Do you know 'the Phantom of the Opera'?" he nodded. "Then you don't need to."
I focused on the music system, and the song switched off. Then a loud base blared out almost knocking people off their feet, it was followed by the organ which was frightening and powerful-perfect sound for the Phantom.
I pulled away from Draco instantly. The music had less control but I wasn`t battling against it, I was moving with it. None-the-less, I stared at Draco like Christine would the Phantom, entranced but slightly fearful, the way I felt near Draco right now.
I looked away from him to the audience surrounding. "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name." I felt Draco moving towards me, slowly but lovingly entranced by my voice. "And do I dream again, for now I find, The Phantom of the Opera is there. Inside my mind."
The power in his voice was enchanting and inevitable. "sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet." He was in front of my now, eyes with a power a strong as his voice. I turned away, afraid of him entrancing me even more. "And though you turn from me, to glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind."
I looked at him and closed the distance between us. We stood an inch apart. I placed my hand on his cheek. "Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear." I felt my hand fall to his chest were his hand met mine. "I am the mask you wear-"
"It's me they hear." he turned me, holding my hands to hug me from behind sweetly (classic Phantom and Christine embrace) we sung the next bit this way.
The audience sung the chorus part in a trance, just as us.
"In all your fantasies, you always knew. That man and mystery-"
I turned to face him, "Were both in you." Together we sang the ending my voice and my mind rolling in sinful extascy to his encouragement, "Sing my angel-sing for me!"
The music ended after my high note and I stared longingly into his eyes which stared just as passionately back. I then snapped out of the magic of the music as the last note stopped echoing around the hall.
I turned, leapt off the table and ran at a visible jog out of the hall and didn't stop until I was near the dungeons.
Why did I allow myself to do that! I shook my head and made my way to potions.
