The Next Heir

Julia Springforth was someone to be envied at Hogwarts. She was beautiful and had friends who were famous like Rose Weasley, James Potter and Scorpius Malfoy. Despite that, she never felt proud of herself for being a half- veela, thus she kept it a secret. All her life, she asked herself why she was abandoned by her father and then her mother afterwards, but never got any answers. And then, she soon found herself having abnormal abilities… even for a witch.

((The story will start with Julia being in the first year but there will be a timeskip bringing them to the main story - the fourth year.))


17. The Ugly Truth

"Julia?" James called out my name worriedly. Everyone was staring at the broken glass on the floor which I dropped.

I kneeled down and fumbled for my wand clumsily.

"Reparo." Rose pulled out her wand and pointed it to the broken glass. The broken glass pieces pulled themselves together and mended themselves into a new and unbroken drinking glass.

Hailey also saw the scene and rushed towards me.

"What's wrong, Julia?" Hailey asked. James kneeled down in front of me and whispered 'Tergeo' to clean up the spilled liquid.

"It accidentally slipped off my grip." I laughed sheepishly, telling my friends to go back to their dance.

"You're okay?" James whispered to me. Meanwhile, everyone else was already jumping up and down to the loud and screeching sound of the electronic guitar.

"I'm okay. I just accidentally dropped the glass. That's all." I replied as calmly as I could, pushing all thoughts out of my head.

Voldemort's Bloodline has nothing to do with me.

As long as I don't do the things the Dark Lord did, nothing will change about me, right?

The Yule Ball ended peacefully after that and the Christmas Break soon came.

A few days before the break, my Aunt sent me a letter - in correspondence to the one I sent earlier, asking for her permission to go to Rose and James' vacation house over the break.

Her correspondence was much shorter and simpler than the one I sent. Only 4 words in a scribbling manner, she wrote: 'Go straight home first.'

The small house my Aunt and I lived in was located in a remoted area, surrounded by a thick and lush forest. We had no neighbours, and we had to use Floo Powder everytime we wanted to go to a nearby town for daily necessities shopping.

"Welcome home." My Aunt's cold and hoarse voice was the first thing that greeted me when I pushed the front door open into the chilly and dark-looking house.

She was tall and lanky, her grayish skin and droopy eyes making her looked eerie and lifeless. Her big fuzzy black hair was like the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange's, but her personality was almost the complete opposite.

She was quiet, stern, very serious and very calculating. If Bellatrix Lestrange was like a bomb, my Aunt was a time-bomb. Quietly ticking, unknown to the victim until it explodes.

I pulled my luggage inside the house and casted 'Lumos' on the tip of my wand. My Aunt was fond of the darkness, so we either lit candles or casted 'Lumos' with our wands. Even when the muggle world is filled with advance technology, our house didn't even have a light bulb.

"Good afternoon. Have you had lunch yet?" I asked my Aunt politely, leaving the door open so that some of the sunlight could get inside the house.

My Aunt's emotionless eyes looked up from the photo album she was holding.

"No. Not yet. Put your luggage upstairs and come down to have a talk with me." She ordered.

I dragged the luggage up the stairs and after putting it inside my old and dusty bedroom, I immediately walked down the stairs and sat in front of my Aunt.

"So you said your friends invited you to their vacation house together with their family?" My Aunt asked, her dry lips and bony jaw moving up and down as slowy as possible.

"Yes." I slightly moved in my seat uncomfortably.

"What was their surnames again?" She said after a long while of silent mulling.

"Weasley and Potter." I replied as nonchalantly as I could.

Actually, something had been on my mind during our talk. My Aunt was not beautiful, meaning she was not a veela, not an aunt from my mother's side.

Does that mean she was from my father's side, and has the Voldemort's bloodline inside her as well?

"You should not be friends with them. Weasley and Potter." My Aunt said, looking outside through the window.

I suddenly felt pissed when she said that.

"I apologize but I was not seeking your approval for that matter." I stood up abruptly and walked up the stairs.

"Do you know the why there are rumours about Voldemort's descendant being a half-veela?" My Aunt suddenly asked, stopping me halfway on the stairs.

I stayed frozen and quiet in my position.

"It's because two of Voldemort's previous descendants looked like the Dark Lord himself so much, it was very easy for the wizarding world to recognize and destroy them. Then, the second one, his grandson, decided to have a child with a veela." My Aunt said, as the thumping of my heartbeat was getting louder and louder.

"The only reason being that a veela's beauty can mask anything ugly underneath it." My Aunt continued.

At that moment, I twisted the doorknob to my bedroom and swung the door open. The moment I got inside, I slammed the door close hard and packed my things to go to Rose and James' place.

"You should not be friends with those two people." My Aunt muttered coldly under her breath, while I was packing my things to go to James and Rose's place.

"Your sole existence is a curse to them."

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