Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war

The only thing the seven occupants of Evelyn Kendall's bedroom could do as the owner writhed, screamed and cried on the four poser bed in pure agony, was watch in reserved anguish. They wanted to draw her from her pain, they wanted to coddle her, and hug her to their bodies and keep her safe, but they couldn't. She needed to get through this on her own.

Lucius and Narcissa had already apparated back to their home in Wiltshire, England, to let Draco and Blaise know that their mate was in transition. Let's just say they didn't take it very well. Okay, that's an understatement. In the end of the somewhat one-sided conversation, Lucius had to cast a very heavy Immobilus on his only child and son-in-law, and lock them in their generously sized bedroom, under incredibly strong charms, just so he would have been able to leave the room without them attacking him and searing his skin off. He had to order the house elves to cast an Anti-Apparition and Anti-Floo charm on his home as soon as he left, because he knew once they came to their senses, they would do all they could to follow him, and that wouldn't aid anyone in this situation.

They had lain her out on her bed as soon as she had begun to seize up, and already, 6 hours into her transition, her entire form had morphed exponentially. Her once dark brown hair, than barely brushed her shoulder blades, now ran in thick, wispy tendrils down her back and was coloured a mahogany brown, with tints of honey, auburn and burgundy. She had cut a short, snipped fringe back when she had turned 15 and had kept it ever since, but now, her tresses parted in the centre, and fell in luscious, sensual waves across her shoulders and down the length of her spine.

Her skin used to border on sullenly pale and burnt raw quickly under heavy rays of the sun, but now it was flawlessly tanned, almost glowing in the dimly lit bedroom, and contrasted with her white sheets, spectacularly. Her eyelashes had elongated, shadowing lightly on her now hollowed out cheekbones, giving her features more shape and allowing her to seem more aristocratic and noble in her expressions. Her lips were now a pale pink colour, supple and plump in nature, and her eyebrows thinned out, and curved in at the ends slightly. Her nose, which had been moderately upturned at the tip beforehand, softened out, and gave her face a far more cuter, more elfin look.

What had changed the most, however, was her body. She had always been a short gal, just about scraping the 5 foot 4 mark, however, she had seemed to shrink slightly, and at first glance, you would guess her to just barely reach about 5 foot - a fact the twins knew she would be overtly annoyed at. Her limbs had thinned out, and her stomach and thighs became more taut beneath her clothing, giving her an even more appealing figure. Her collar bones jutted out from beneath her skin, and the bone in her jaw became defined. Her breasts filled out, soaring from the average B-cup that she had been more than proud of to a soft, form fitting D-cup.

Looking at her now, you could tell that she was part vampire. Her canines protruded from her lips slightly, showing off the deadly point at the ends, and the veins beneath her eyelids were tainted black, conveying the deep unsatisfied hunger within her soul. Her eyes were flittering beneath her lids, and on the odd occasion, she would release a slight whimper, and Lucius would return a powerful croon back, out of instinct, calming her instantly, as she heard a dominant's answering call. Even if the veela wasn't her own.

Narcissa refused to leave her, hopefully, soon-to-be daughter-in-law's side, and Valencia shared the sentiment. Both woman grasped at a clammy palm, and tried to placate her as best they could. The twins, bless them, thought it best to cast a calming spell upon the young vampire-veela, however, as soon as the spell touched her skin, she had screamed bloody murder, and her skin began to split and bleed. Mortified and horrified at what they had done, Dylan and Jason both thought it best to spend the rest of her transition time downstairs, aiding Nicole with her feast for the young protege's birthday.

There was only another a few hours left of her transformation left, and her screams had long died down into muted whimpers and cries, so Lucas thought it best to begin setting up the festivities for her birthday, even though he believed that she would be in no mood to celebrate it. He tightened up the banner that read 'Happy 17th Birthday, Evie' along the top of the longest wall, and set up a mass of maroon and wine coloured balloons around the room, allowing some to float and others to flitter, carelessly, around on the carpeted floor.

He brought her presents out from the garage and settled them down on the floor beneath the banner. As soon as the twins spotted her presents they immediately returned to their homes to gather the gifts they had bought for her, and added them to the pile. Narcissa and Valencia cast a spell that dredged their gifts from their respective homes, although Narcissa was unable to, on account of the charms cast on her house. Lucius got an earful after that, of course.

Little did they know, that locked away, deep in the recesses of her own mind, the 17 year old hybrid wanted nothing more than a comforting hug from the only two people she had been able to call 'mom' and 'dad'.

The waves of pain washed through her soul over and over again, pulsating through her mind, and crippling her body, making it difficult for her to breathe, let alone actually make sense of it all. The electricity searing through the synapses in her brain, and the nerve endings in her body. The connection between her mouth and her brain had been severed and she was unable to scream or cry for help, or better yet, the sweet release of death.

In her abject opinion, anything would be better than this torture.

Okay, I know I'm making Draco and Blaise seem a little blasé about the whole thing, but stick with it. You'll see what I'm trying to do later on. Have a great day, and I love you guys! x