Hello and welcome all to my new fan-fiction -
Behind Blue Eyes
Firstly, thank you for entering this topic, as it most likely means that you are interested in reading my story and have clicked on this topic in favour of going on to another, more interestingly titled one. This instantly earns my respect and gratitude.
Secondly, me. My name is Vanity and I am obsessed with Sirius Black.
Thirdly, the Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, settings, spells or objects.
These were created and are copyrighted by the wonderfully creative J.K Rowling,
to whom I owe the many hours I spend getting lost in the world she has created.
I do, however, own the few unfamiliar characters and settings and the plot of
this story.
I am not making any profit from this story and are purely writing it for my own
and others enjoyment.
Chapter 1
Veela Vanity
On the day Sirius Black
was born, the clouds parted, the sun shone, the birds sung and the
world was happy.
Or so he likes to
think.
In truth, it poured
with rain, thunder clapped and lightening flashed across the sky. It
was a rather dismal day.
But we couldn't tell
him that.
When ever Sirius Black
enters a room, all heads turn, smiles light up faces and every one is
gladdened.
According to him, that
is.
What really happens is
that some girls feel like fainting, others feel like slapping him -
and some times do - and the boys feel like bashing him up because
they are so jealous.
But he doesn't know
that.
What was that? You've never heard of Sirius Black before? Shock, horror, gasp! I can't believe it! Sirius Black is only the most popular, intelligent, talented, handsome, lusted-after guy in the whole school! Nothing much, really. With a finely carved face and strong jaw-line, long-ish black hair that falls lazily in front of his eyes with such a casual elegance, and – his eyes! Such a deep, concentrated, gray; so full of emotion. Huh? Oh, yes, he does sound like quite the catch, doesn't he? There's only one problem – Yes, there is one fault with the seemingly perfect Sirius Black – he is so VAIN.
I can't really talk though, seeing how vain I am. I guess that it comes with being a Veela.
No, you heard right, a veela. Or half a veela, actually. My mum's one. But my dad's a wizard. My mum is also French, and my dad English. A nice combination.
What's a veela, you ask? Well, you see, us veelas have been blessed (or cursed, depending what mood we're in) with the power (well, not exactly, but it's the best word I can think of) of un-wittingly seducing every male we meet. Or walk past, even. As I said before, sometimes it's a gift – like if the guy is really hot – and sometimes it's a curse – like if he's a balding guy in his late forties.
Appearance means a lot to me. Yes, I know it sounds shallow, but appearance gets you everywhere in this life. Or at least carries you when you're tired of walking.
Oh, you don't even know who I am, do you? Well, actually, of course you know me, you just don't know my name. Well, it's Belle: Which means 'Beauty' in French. I know; how fitting is that?
Anyway, how I even know Sirius Black in the first place – Well, it all started a week ago, when my parents decided they would go out on a limb and move from France to London, taking me with them. I had to leave all of my friends at Beauxbatons behind, except for my cat, Snowy. So they dragged me here to Hogwarts, the largest wizarding school in all of Great Britain. I think – it's not like they handed out pamphlets or anything when they were told I was enrolling.
So, after I'd been sorted (Gryffindor, I got – the Brave house; don't know why on Earth I would get put in the brave house!) and had been given a timetable, I started life at Hogwarts; with Sirius Black there to show me the ropes. Yes, he volunteered to show me around. That is how I know he is so vain; I knew he was handsome right from the start, and rumors told me the rest, but after talking to him for 5 minutes, I knew he was very far up-himself.
This brings us to the present. I, Belle De Lorme, stand with Sirius Black in the Gryffindor Common Room, waiting for him to start the guided tour, complete with a bit of background information on each important feature. Sounds just thrilling, doesn't it? Well, better get it over and done with; wish me luck.
"Well, are we going to go or are you just going to have me stand here for the next three hours?" I say.
"Oh, yeah, let's get going," he says, grinning nervously and leading me out in the wide hallways to begin our tour.
God, save me now.
Tell me what you think!
xVanity
