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***I want to start this book with a bit of Victoire's early life to explain things. Then, in the next chapter I will skip to her fifth year at Hogwarts and stay at that point for the rest of the book. Hope its not too confusing! Also, I know this chapter is probably incredibly boring... but please bear with me and keep reading for the more exciting ones!***

There had always been some controversy between my parents as to which school I should attend. My mother, Fleur, having attended Beauxbatons Acadamy of Magic herslef was of course partial to the French School. My father, though, Bill Weasley, wanted me to follow in his steps at Hogwarts.

The deciding, and probably most important factor was that Shell Cottage, our home, was located in Britian.

So it was decided. Me and my siblings (Dominique and Louis were both younger than me) would go to Hogwarts for our education.

Growing up, my parents and relatives would always tell me how beautiful I was. But, as I'm sure you can understand, parents are sort of obligated to say those things. So, I didn't think anything of it. The day I was being sent off to Hogwarts was when I truly realized it.

Heads turned as my mother and I walked through the crowds at Kings Cross Station. Men stopped to stare at us, and all the while I thought that they where just looking at my mother.

Right before I got on the train to deposit my luggage, my mom pulled me aside.

"You are a very beautiful girl," she told me. "I mean zis seriously. You must be careful at school- many of ze boys will be charmed by your looks. Zey may go to extreme measures to get you to notice them. But, please try to wait to fall in love until you meet someone who loves you for more than just your looks. You look very much like a real veela, perhaps even more so zen myself. So, zose who do not fall for your charm maybe prejudiced against you. But, don't worry, you will do fine. I love you, Victoire. Good luck."

I stood there for a moment, a mix of emotions brewing inside me. I was shocked at my mother's speech at the same time I was silently laughing at her cheesiness. Did I really look that much like a veela? I had never seen one, so I couldn't know. But I was told they were very beautiful, much, much more beautiful than I ever imagined myself to be.

I was snapped out of my trance when my dad shouted, "Hurry up, Vicky!" My mom always called me by my full and french name, Victoire, but my dad preffered my more British nickname, Vicky.

I grabbed my trunk and began to hawl it along the platfrom when a boy walked up to me.

"Want me to carry that?" He asked hopefully, grinning and staring at me in a strange way.

I realized already that my mom was true. Still, I couldn't help but accept his offer.

"Okay," I replied, flashing a smile back as the boy picked up my trunk.

"Bye, Mom, Dad!" I shouted and waved back at them after giving them botha quick hug.

"Goodbye, Victoire!"

"Bye, Vicky!"

The boy with my trunk was standing in front of the door to the train.

"Just tell me where you want to sit," he instructed me. I stepped onto the train for the very first time, wondering where to sit. All of my cousins were quite a bit younger than me, so I couldn't sit with them.

"Whats your name?" I asked him suddenly.

"Colin Creevy," he replied.

"Your name sounds familiar," I pointed out. I wasn't sure where, but I knew I had heard the name somewhere before.

"Why don't we sit together?" he offered hopefully, pointing to an empty compartment.

"Er-" I didn't mind sitting with Colin, but I also didn't want to be stuck with him for the whole train ride.

"Why don't we sit here," I compromised, motioning towards a compartment with just two girls in it.

"Whatever you want," he agreed and he stashed my trunk in the compartment before dashing away to grab his own before the train left.

"Who's he?" One of the girls with pin-straight brown hair asked me.

"His name's Colin Creevy. I dunno... he seems really annoying," I replied.

"I bet he likes you," the other girl with curly blond hair teased me.

"Yeah..." I sighed. "I'm Victoire Weasley... what are your names?"

"Natalie Thomas," the brown-haired girl answered.

"Annelies Finnigan," replied the other girl. Suddenly I caught her staring at me.

"What?" I asked, a bit creeped out.

"Sorry, it's just- well, are you a veela?"

"No," I replied shortly. I'd rather go without telling people of my veela heritage, because, however, small, my mom had said they might prejudice me for that.

"But you look so much lilke one," Annelies argued.

"How would you know, anyway?"

"I've... read a lot of books," she explained.

"Well... My great-grandmother was a veela. So I'm 1/8 veela," I told her.

"That explains it," she concluded, right as Colin burst in the door, panting with his trunk, and the train took off.

***

Natalie, Annelies, Colin and I talked for the rest of the ride. I figured out that I recognized Colin's name from stories my famous uncle, Harry Potter, had told me and my cousins at family gatherings. Colin's deceased uncle and namesake had fought and died in the Battle of Hogwarts.s

I became fast friends with Natalie and Annelies as I grew more and more annoyed with Colin. Uncle Harry had also mentioned that the first Colin Creevy was quite annoying. I could see that gene had been passed down to Colin Creevy II.

***

When the train finally came to a stop, I heard the familiar voice of my family's half-giant friend, Hagrid.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!"

We all followed behind Hagrid and piled into boats. We paddled forward as the breathtaking castle soon came into view.

***

It was finally time for the sorting. I was so nervous that I forgot the warning my dad and given me. I, along with the rest of my classmates waiting to be sorted, was freaked out and startled as a few ghosts came causally gliding in.

Soon, though, a very old Professor McGonagall introduced herself and told us to follow her. I stood there, in my place in line, as the whole rest of the school stared at us.

The Sorting Hat sang its usual song telling the school of the qualities of each of the four houses, and then the sorting began.

The first person I recognized to be sorted was Creevy, Colin.

After a few moments silence, the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Colin looked immensely happy and overjoyed as he began the seemingly long walk to the Gryffindor table.

I started to wonder what house I'd be in.

Hopefully not Slytherin.

Finnegan, Annelies was the next person I knew.

"RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted nearly the second it touched her head.

To my great surprise, Thomas, Natalie was sorted into Slytherin.

Before I knew it, it was my turn.

"Weasley, Victoire," Professor McGonagall called out.

I cautiously walked forward and tried to ignore the fact that every person in the whole Great Hall was staring at me.

I fumbled with the hat in my shaking, clammy hands before finally getting it on my head.

"Hmmm, we have a veela here..." A voice, I'm assuming the hat's said.

I'm only 1/8 veela, I thought.

"Doesn't seem like it to me," the Hat's voice replied.

Suddenly I heard it shout something out loud.

"RAVENCLAW!"

I got up and removed the hat from my head, legs still shaking from the tension before the words and know shaking out of relief.

I wasn't in Slytherin.

Thank God for that.

I wasn't in Gryffindor, either, though. For some reason, everyone seemed to be prejudiced towards Gryffindors.

Oh well. My mom would be proud of me at least; she had told me that the Beauxbatons students had gotten on better with the Ravenclaws than any other house during their stay at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament.

So I sat down to the clapping Ravenclaw table next to Annelies and watched in relief as the rest of classmates were sorted.

***Well that's the first chapter! I'm so sorry that it was way extremely incredibly boring... I just had to get it started. Much more excitment (and love!) to come.***