A/N: Sorry this is being posted so late in the day, but everything's been so crazy! It's a good kind of crazy, though. If you've been reading the author's notes, then you know that earlier this summer I went on an educational Europe trip for 17 days (15 days in Europe, 2 days on a plane) to England, France, Switzerland, Italy, and the Vatican. Well, I'm going on a trip with some of the other Latin students to Italy and Greece. That's what inspired the theme for this chapter. Thanks for all the awesome reviews, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Why do we have to write disclaimers again? It's pretty obvious from the fact that I'm writing on FAN that I don't own anything but the plotline.

Harry stared at the mirror in shock. How was this even possible? His reflection had altered dramatically since he had gone to sleep. He had been about 5 foot 4 inches before he had gone to sleep, but now, he had to have grown at least 6 or 7 inches taller. His jaw was stronger, all of his features were stronger, actually, and his eyes… His free hand flew up to his face with a jolt. He wasn't wearing his glasses, yet his vision was perfectly clear! He could see some stubble starting to form on his chin, and made a mental note to learn some shaving charms from Sirius.

He attempted to stand up and fell flat on his face. Gabby and Sirius quietly laughed at his misfortune. As he stood up against the wall and attempted to regain his balance, he shifted uncomfortably as he noticed how… other parts of his anatomy had grown. He finally voiced what everyone had been thinking. "What the bloody hell happened to me?"

Everyone was silent for a few minutes as they contemplated it. Finally, Apolline spoke up. "Could eet 'ave 'appened beecauze of ze bond?"

"What, you think that the bond caused me to have a growth spurt?"

Sirius nodded slowly. "It's been known to happen, but usually the bond happens when both partners are fully grown, so it's very unusual for the bond to affect physical growth."

Fleur looked at them thoughtfully. "Eet would make sense, would eet not? Ze bond is trying to make us as evenly matched as possible."

"Eet eez very plausible." Alain reasoned. "Zat is probably ze most likely explanation."

"What are we going to tell the school?" Harry asked. "If we don't want everyone to find out about the bond just yet, then how will we explain this?"

They all pondered that for a few minutes before Alain piped in. "When a witch or wizard turns 17, their magic fully matures and they go through a magical inheritance that changes them, sometimes slightly, and sometimes drastically."

"Umm, I don't know how to break it to you, but I'm only 14, not 17. Teenagers may be stupid, but we're not that stupid."

Alain shook his head with a laugh. "You were entered in the Tournament, meant for those who were 17 and had gone through their magical inheritance. We can tell everyone that the ancient magic of the Tournament triggered your magical inheritance early, while we would be the only ones who know that it was the bond that really caused it."

"That's brilliant!" Harry said happily.

"What about the other changes that could happen? They probably won't be as easily explained." Sirius stressed.

"We'll cross those bridges when we get there." Harry said simply. There were a few moments of silence before he yawned. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm knackered. Good night."

A few minutes later, after everyone had bed each other a good night, Harry settled back down into his bed. 'Merlin,' He thought, 'The bond, the Tournament, an instantaneous growth spurt, what's next?'

Harry stared at his newly completed essays and sighed. Hermione had come by at the ungodly hour of 5:30 in the morning, determined to catch him up on the homework he had been neglecting. The fact that she hadn't even questioned his new physique other than to say "The bond?" told him exactly how much she had been reading up on veela. Hermione was great, but she really, really needed to find someone who could curb her more… eccentric qualities.

For some strange reason, both Cecile and Marie had been awake and having some sort of discussion in the family room of their quarters, so there had been no need to wake anyone else up for an escort. He supposed they must have been having some sort of girls talk turned pillow fight and/or wrestling match because of how breathless and close they had been. He rolled his eyes. He would never understand girls. Then again, he was only human.

In the end, Marie had ended up coming with them. She had wanted to do some reading to improve her English anyways, so… yeah.

He was brought out of his reminiscing by a book falling into his lap. He looked up to see who had thrown it, but Marie was completely absorbed in her book, and Hermione was perusing the shelves about 15 meters away. Hermione's aim was pretty good, but not that good. He shrugged and took a look at the book's cover. 'Sirens and Their Descendants' Harry shrugged at the odd title before opening it to take a look. After all, it had probably been thrown into his lap for a reason.

The earliest recordings of Sirens were made in Ancient Greece. They were said to be a type of Sea Nymph whose purpose is to lure sailors to their deaths. These myths were not completely inaccurate, however, as Sirens did use their incredible beauty, known as an allure, to lure sailors to their islands. Much like the ancient Amazons, their reasons for doing so were for procreation, because all Sirens are female. There is no such thing as a half or quarter Siren, if you are born of a Siren, then you are a Siren.

It is not know when it happened, but, inevitably, a Siren mated with a wizard rather than a muggle like they usually did. The result of this was the very first Veela.

Veela are much like the Siren, the main three differences being that they are creatures of both air and fire rather than creatures of the sea, they can wield magic, and their hair is always a golden white color. Like the Siren, there is no such thing as a half Veela. You are either a Veela, or you are not.

Harry snapped the book closed in shock. Where had the book come from? How did whoever sent it know that he needed it? Suddenly, another book flew out of the air into his lap. 'Gods and Goddesses of Olde Magick' He groaned. Why did this stuff always happen to him?
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