HP: Muggle Evolution

French Veela Coven, February 14, 1960.

And I'm back in the coven again - where I fled from, and there I returned. Although the conditions here are completely different, because the French Veela have the same rights as ordinary wizards. Moreover, many admire their beauty and abilities. No, as everywhere, there are also adherents of pure blood, as well as those who simply hate magical creatures, but there are far fewer of them and they are not as zealous as in England. For the first time, I felt some kind of attitude towards myself that was different from contempt, pity or lust. Of course, Vladimir was the first, but he occupies a special place in my heart and under it. But for them to treat me like that was all new, despite my empathy, I literally could not believe it! And it scared me. In addition, although there was a lot of money: enough for a couple of years, I did not want to leave my child at such an early age alone or with a nanny and go to work. Another reason was the magic training I missed because of those damn English! How I hate them now! Before, when I didn't see the difference, when I got used to that life, I just didn't understand how terribly they treated us! Although, more likely, I just tried not to understand it, I deceived myself. I'm afraid that if I go back there again, I'll either kill myself or kill as many Aurors as I can who come for me. No, I wanted to give him or her as much love and attention as I possibly could. That's why I rented a room in a coven dorm, which cost three or four times less than a similar room would have cost in Flower Alley, the equivalent of Diagon Alley in Paris. I spent half of my free time, apart from household chores, learning the textbooks left by Vlad, to which I bought a full course of Beauxbatons for comparison, and practicing with a magic wand, which I had to replace with a more suitable one. However, I will never throw away Vlad's wand, I will leave it to our child and as a symbol of his memory. Only after a few days did I realize that I did not even have his photo, which is why the things he bought and gave me became the highest value for me, especially the bracelet that he asked me to keep. I devoted the other half of my free time to French and meditations that my beloved taught me. I myself felt how I became stronger after them, I was filled with energy, which I spent on practice, and my child absorbed some of it. Which made me happy, because he or she will become stronger! True, lately I have been oppressed by the feeling that something is interfering with his development, alien energy has penetrated him! I activated true vision and felt nothing, and they didn't help me in the French magical hospital named Louis de Fernier either, saying that the child was growing up healthy and strong. Even too strong, judging by the fact that due to magical interference they were unable to determine the gender. However, this did not calm me down, and I began to meditate even more often and purposefully fill my body with energy. Moreover, although Vlad said that you need to absorb energy from different sources, I received more and more easily from fire, which is not surprising, all Veela can control fire without any wands, especially in our second hypostasis. Therefore, when I transformed, I lit a fire next to the dormitory - and absorbed as much energy as I could. I will not allow anyone to harm my child!

***

I tried my best, squeezing out my reserves to the end. Eventually, I fell into a trance due to constant meditation - and entered a state without time and space, where only I and my goal existed for me. Only, one day I was simply sucked into my body, and I could no longer do anything, only guess that the shells of my vessel were merging with mine. Thanks to the emblem and my infusions, there was no rejection and the process was apparently successful, and then I lost consciousness.

I woke up in an all-consuming pain, like I was being pulled through a pipe smaller in diameter than I was. And then I was overcome with horror, am I being born? What the hell? Can I skip this? Oh please, I want to pass out again! In the end, I was pulled out of the womb… a blur, I can't see a damn thing! And this blur said something in French, too bad my ears are blocked. What the hell? I can't see a damn thing, I can't hear a damn thing, and I can't move, I remember the bachelor party at university when I overindulged. Only then my whole body didn't hurt, my lungs weren't coughing up amniotic fluid, and I wasn't getting spanked on the ass. Why are you spanking me, you bastard? Everything hurts anyway! Do you want me to scream? Well, listen, motherfucker…

***

"What an active boy you have," the doctor said to his Veela patient, handing the child over to the nurse, who immediately took him away. The patient was surprisingly quiet and calm. Usually, during childbirth, representatives of their magical species are quite aggressive and often transform into their second form, which makes the midwife's job much more difficult. Once, one of his colleagues compared the delivery of a Veela to taking an egg from a dragon, and he agrees with this. However, everything went well, and it's better for him. "Don't worry, I checked him, and the diagnostic charms showed that he is healthy and has no abnormalities."

"I want to see him, may I? And thank you for everything, Doctor Bonnard," Ariel asked excitedly.

"You're welcome, it's my job. In the meantime, rest, the child will be washed and brought to you," the man answered with a tired smile at the new mother. Not only the mother is exhausted by childbirth, but also the staff. Although magic can solve many problems, it cannot be used at the moment of birth. Babies are still too weak and sensitive, so they must be taken out the old-fashioned way, by hand. Otherwise, someone else's magic can harm the mother or the child. In extreme cases, it is used, but usually they try to get by with anesthetic charms. Also, the doctor did not express his suspicions about the child, because he had pulled out dozens of little Veelas during his career and it was always easy to tell by the face whether it was a boy or a girl. Veelas are very similar to each other and have light hair and blue eyes. And today, for the first time, he was confused by the clear Veela features of the boy. However, he quickly threw this nonsense out of his head, who knows, maybe his father was a blue-eyed blond?

***

- Hurray! My pepper?! - I cried, I pissed myself, but I did not care at all. How so? After all, my efforts were not in vain and Vladimir Jr. is with me! And the increased reserve, the healed scar on the astral body and the strengthening of all the shells did not bother me at all. Ariel tried to calm me down, shoved her tit, not bad looking, by the way, into my mouth, and I happily clung to it. My great battle was won!

When I woke up, my unreasonable joy had faded, I was fed a tasty tit and even had my diapers changed to clean ones, and so I was able to think a little more rationally. By the way, about thoughts, I thought in the form of a soul, without a body! I will have to think about this question in more detail when I get access to the translation, there was something like that there. And so, I lie down, automatically meditate and feel that the nous is overflowing! The feeling is as if I drank ten liters of beer, and the toilet is occupied. What to do, who to pray to? There are children around and if I let out a magical emission here, I will be guilty of the death of a couple of dozen babies. Not the best start to life, I can tell you. Going through everything that was deposited in my leaky head after the translation, and a lot was deposited - after all, I had to translate almost every word, I remembered one interesting spell from healing magic - the return of life, which can be done by direct control. It converts mana into prana, that is, into life energy. Urgently, I began to perform the necessary actions and felt how the excess energy flows away like water into dry sand. Phew, it worked. Now I am my own hero - I find problems for myself and solve them with valor on the verge of foolishness. I should have thought earlier, idiot. And my idiotic habit of constantly meditating does not justify me. But now I can convert mana into prana, albeit with a terrible coefficient of about twenty to one, if not less, and not suffer from magical emissions when it is not necessary or frankly dangerous. And so my second life began.

***

Ariel looked with love and tenderness at her peacefully sleeping angel, who stuck his finger in his mouth instead of the pacifier that had fallen out. For some reason, her son didn't like them and almost immediately spat them out, and in general, he showed himself to be a calm and smart child: he didn't cry over trifles, didn't demand attention, crying only when it was necessary to change diapers, feed or burp curdled milk. The girl couldn't get enough of how adorable the child turned out to be, and if you look at his light, almost white hair and big bright blue eyes, you might think that he was a purebred veela. Of course, this is impossible, but can't you believe in the best? There was a knock on the door, and the girl, having kissed her boy on the forehead, went to open the door.

"Ariel, my friend," Jacqueline began to speak loudly, but seeing how she hissed at her, she continued in a whisper: "Well, how did it go, were there any problems?"

- Don't just stand there, come in, - Ariel invited the girl who had become her friend. Unlike her, Jacqueline was a true veela: active, assertive and cheerful. - Just be quiet, Vlad just fell asleep.

- Is that what you named your son? After him? - she asked, walking over to the couch.

- Yes, after him! - Ariel knew that her friend would not approve, but she didn't care.

- First you took his last name, what was it? Pierce? Now you're naming your son after him. I understand that he means a lot to you, but how long have you known him? Only three days? He either deceived you or died - and he doesn't care anymore. You need to move on with your life, - Jasmine shook her head disapprovingly.

- Deceived? In what way? He healed me, freed me from, essentially, slavery and gave me... a lot of things, - Ariel came to her senses when she almost told him about what Vlad had taught her. - Why do you treat a man you don't even know like that?

- Hush, hush, I'm sorry. I blurted it out without thinking, it's just that you think about him so often that you forget about yourself. It's like you've made it your goal to live for him, and not your own life. You've already done everything he asked, and now you don't owe him anything, - Jacqueline apologized, which she did quite rarely.

- I understand what you're talking about. But you weren't in my place. You weren't the one who was almost raped at fourteen, and for resisting, disfigured by a dark spell. It wasn't your mother who died a terrible death for taking revenge on that bastard. "You didn't live four years afraid to look at yourself in the mirror and receive only pity from others and disgust. And when, finally, a person was found who pulled me out of this hell, he dies. I felt it, Jacqueline! When he died, I felt it through Vlad," Ariel sobbed when she released all her emotions.

- So, do you feel better now? - Jacqueline hugged her friend.

- So you did this on purpose?

- Of course, my father was a Muggle, a professor of psychology. When you were pregnant, I was afraid that your hysteria could affect the child, but now it's possible. You needed to let out everything that was boiling over, but for this you had to be thrown off balance... I'm sorry.

- Thank you, but never do that again! By the way, is that the only reason you came? - Ariel asked, looking at Jacqueline's sly face.

- Not only that. Apolline has already tormented me with questions about when I can see my little brother? - she smiled at the new mother.

- She's just like you, just as curious and restless!

- Of course!

- Hey, that wasn't a compliment!

- I know, so what? Will you let her see her?

— You still haven't given up on the idea of ​​making them friends?

— What else can you do? The other kids in the coven are too old for her, that's why she's bored. And three-year-olds are still a pain in the ass, so I'm already stuck with her.

— So you want me to be stuck with her? — Ariel asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

— Of course, I'm not the only one who should suffer, — Jacqueline answered happily as usual.

***

— Vlad, Vlad, let's play! — my new friend egged me on. Although she had been messing around with me almost from the very beginning, I was able to join her active games only six months ago. Yes, I'm already two years old, but I look three due to the extra prana I drink from my body. I don't always do this, most often I just go out into the underbrush surrounding our feminist settlement and release almost all my energy at once. As it turned out, this is quite useful for the development of the nous, as well as dangerous for others. Apolline followed my example. Although, unlike her, I also release energy with different messages, not out of curiosity, but for the sake of an experiment. I do not have enough will and control to take all the mana into my power, but even from what I did get, interesting conclusions follow, confirming Lerakh's words about magic: rituals, wands, word magic, staves - all these are crutches that help to create magic. The most important thing is the will of the magician, his steely faith in getting the result and mana. Natural magic is built on this, when you only want and the reality around you bends to this desire. But to master it is as desirable as it is difficult. However, I have achieved an improvement in plant growth. If you are going to create magic, then create a useful one.

- Okay, let's go, - I agreed with this small splinter that will get anyone. But here too I came up with games that are interesting to play not only for her, but also for me. After all, I am an adult in a child's body and I am not particularly interested in playing with dolls. Now we are walking to a stone wall that fences off our settlement from wild animals, werewolves and centaurs. They are not really dangerous, but during a full moon or when centaurs start their rut... it is better to be somewhere else, so to speak. And we have a large settlement, with many small, often family houses, an administration building, its own elementary school and dormitories. Everyone here is quite friendly and accustomed to the peculiarities of the veela. Such as, for example, throwing magical fire. I liked it here: fresh air, beautiful girls around and there was no rush that I felt in London. The coven had its own, completely different rhythm of life. It would not be strange for anyone to walk the whole day in the undergrowth, watching ordinary and magical animals and trees. Unlike the uncontrolled forests, ours, located at the foot of the Pyrenees, was relatively safe, thanks to the fact that werewolves, centaurs and veelas destroyed all dangerous creatures. And the warm climate only completed the picture, if not of paradise, then of a very pleasant place to live.

- So, are we throwing from twenty meters today? - I asked Apolline, who was skipping, causing the hem of her green cotton dress to bounce along with her. I was wearing brown shorts and a white shirt, although I still looked more like a girl. And that was good, because if people around me found out that I was a boy, there would be a stir. Of course, my name is strange for a girl, but mages give their offspring even stranger names, for example, constellations. Ariel herself asked me not to spread the word about my gender, which means that the girl has become smarter during this time and understands that such fame will not bring me anything good.

- What, are you afraid to ploy? Let's do it from thirty! - Who's afraid here! You yourself are constantly losing. But I don't get bored training alone, and sometimes it's not hard to give in to me.

— And who was whining last time that it was too far? — at that moment we came to a part of the wall where a target was drawn crookedly in chalk, decorated with numerous scorch marks and potholes. For hitting the center, I awarded ten points, in the circle next to it - seven, and so on. At the same time, in such a simple way I taught the girl to count, which amused me when I looked at her cute face, wise with mental work, trying to count on her fingers how much she had scored. And she was always wrong!

Appoline was always the first, because this fidget was simply impatient to show off her prowess. And even if I shoot first, she will jump around and get in the way. The girl took what she considered a serious pose and turned into a half-bird, half-girl: two black wings sprouted from her back, her body was covered in feathers, her eyes turned yellow, and a beak appeared on her face instead of a nose. For pure-blooded veela, transforming is the same as breathing. No training, gestures or charms are needed, just a mental desire. In principle, this is not necessary for throwing fire, but it really is easier to control fire. The blood in my body seems to boil, and my aura is filled with power. Yes, I turned out to be a veela and I just have no idea how it happened. It turned out when I hit my little finger on the corner of the dresser and burned it to hell, turning into a half-bird - it's a pity I didn't have a camera then to take a picture of Ariel's face when she saw this picture. No, I have one theory that is completely unconfirmed, but I don't have another. I think that the Veela's abilities are ME, or, in other words, a superstructure of the soul. In this case, it becomes logical that if the father's magic is too strong, then it simply suppresses the mother's magic and a boy is born, but, at the same time, ME cannot be transferred to the soul. And vice versa, if a girl is born, then ME is transferred without problems, and I suspect that both quarter-bloods and half-bloods, with due desire and training, can awaken all the abilities of purebloods. In this case, my situation becomes clear: my goal was to preserve only the gender, I did not have enough desire or strength for the rest, which led to such an interesting effect. But there were some downsides. For example, it's harder for me to be a universal elementalist, my inclination towards fire is too great, and it will take me forty years, if not more, to correct it by achieving the same level in others. No, it's not that I won't be able to master other magical arts, it's just that with the same effort I will achieve much greater results in fire magic. And Ariel won't give me a bracelet and a wand, the greedy one! She said she'll arrange a surprise. However, considering that tomorrow is my birthday… It's bad to be an adult, everything is too clear. By this time, the girl had thrown herself into fireballs, half of which flew into the milk. Which didn't stop her from raising her… beak and looking at me defiantly. How do I know? And empathy had also awakened. And at first it was a real curse when I tried to separate other people's emotions from my own, and when there were a lot of them… I just wanted to puke.

- Well done, Apolline, much better already, - and before she could get proud of herself and blurt out something stupid, I continued: - Now watch how it's done.

I didn't transform on principle, the harder it was for me now, the easier it would be in the second transformation. Ten balls, not unformed clots like my friend's, flew one after another at the target. I only hit the center three times, but the rest hit it next to it.

- That's not fair, Vlad! You're cheating! - the girl was indignant.

- And in what way? - I asked, laughing.

- I don't know, but that can't happen! You're younger than me and you haven't even become a bird!

- Do you want me to tell you my secret?

- Really? Will you tell me?

- Sure, just come here and I'll whisper it in your ear, - the girl came up to me curiously, changing her appearance to that of an ordinary girl, and put her ear to my lips. - Just don't tell anyone, okay?

- I won't tell anyone, that's for sure!

- I'm a veela! - I whispered breathlessly, as if revealing the secret of the universe.

- Mooooom! Vlad is making fun of me! - Apolline ran to complain to her mother, Ariel's friend. That's how we live.