A/N: New story. This is just a little teaser. I probably won't work on this for about a month, so sorry for the inconvenience if anyone actually likes this and wants me. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Summary: Luna's a veela that refuses to use her powers... until Fred comes along.
Luna's POV:
The day I found out I was a veela, was the day my mother died.
It was a sunny, spring day. My mother and I were playing in the garden. I was nine...
"Mummy!" I cried. "Mummy, Mummy, Mummy!" I grabbed a hold of her long, flowing skirt; dragging her to our garden.
"Yes Luna-love, what is it?" She smiled. Her long blonde hair blew in the gentle breeze, making her even more beautiful.
"Tell me a story" I commanded, situating myself in her lap and looking up at her, batting my eyelashes. She laughed, light and musical. Then put on her story-telling face and launched into a beautiful story about a blonde-haired veela and her red-haired prince charming.
At the end of the story, she turned me around in her arms. She took an orange flower and thread it through my long hair.
"You're so beautiful, my Luna." She whispered, hugging me tight to her body.
"Now listen, darling. I have a secret to tell you, a secret you must not tell anyone, ever." I pretended to lock my mouth with a key, and threw the key over my shoulder. She nodded.
"You are very special, my dear; you are like the young girl in the story." I was confused for a minute. The young girl in the story was...
"A veela?" I asked, my eyes wide with wonder and curiosity.
"Yes, honey. A veela. You must never tell anyone until the time is right."
"Okay, mummy." I wanted to ask her when the right time was, but she got up and went to her study, telling me to have fun in the garden.
Later that night, my mother was working on a potion in her study. The potion was to help with my veela symptoms.
Dad has the two of us go to Diagon Alley while she experimented.
When we came back, there was a gaping hole in the side of our house, where her study was.
We found some of her supplies, but not her.
From that point on, I hated myself for being a veela, for being the reason she was dead. I refused to use my powers and kept to myself; not allowing myself to hurt anyone else.
That is, until the right time came.
A/N: Whatcha think? Any good? Should I continue?
Review, pretty please.
~Samie