Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

Sculptures that had been carved out of blocks of stone by thousands of cutting and piercing hexes stood next to artwork with magical paint that changed what was shown based on the mood of the person viewing it. Unique metal work, such as a wand made of brass and goblin silver, was on display beside the last known Celtic Druid staff in existence, which was an old, crooked stick of oak, worn smooth in places by hands and fingers.

There was also a vast collection non-magical items, such as a tea set from China that had been used by an emperor, a quill and ink pot owned by the famous artist Michelangelo, an original copy of the Gutenberg Bible, and stuffed creatures galore, from dragons to Nundus to unicorns and much more besides.

This was truly an astonishing sight that put the magical side of my homeland to shame. The old families and Ministry horded all the cool stuff, and I couldn't think of a single museum or open to the public exhibit from the magical world in the UK. One would think the London museum would have a secret magical section like the Louvre did, but no.

I was glad that we were able to see this. I know they left the good stuff out for the tourists to gawk at, but it was still nice to see examples of magical craftsmanship.

And speaking of tourists, while this place was not as crowded as the mundane side, it was still packed.

"Pardon," I said for the umpteenth time as I bumped into somebody while trying to navigate the exhibits.

"Non, it was my fault," a heavily accented voice replied in English, and I nodded absently, before pausing. The voice… it sounded familiar…

I turned to look at the person I'd just bumped into, and blinked in surprise at what I saw.

Ever since coming here, I'd not seen anybody who looked like their movie counterparts. Harry didn't look like Daniel Radcliff, and from the descriptions Harry and the Weasleys had given me, Snape did not look like Alan Rickman. Which was a shame.

But here and now, the woman I'd run into looked a whole lot like Fleur Delacour from the movie version of Harry Potter, albeit younger. Her voice, too, sounded remarkably similar.

She blinked at me, noticing my attention, and suddenly, her features seemed to wobble and she didn't look like Fleur's actress anymore!

The general shape of her face was the same, but her hair was much more golden and there was a spark of something in her eyes that wasn't entirely natural. There was also a look of… boredom? No, apathy. She was used to people staring at her.

Immediately, I realized what was happening, and clamped down on my mind, forcing Occlumency barriers to the fore. The familiarity I'd felt towards her faded, and I was able to tell that she did not look like the actress at all. It'd been an illusion!

'Veela allure!' I thought to myself. I knew that the innate charming ability of a Veela was magical in nature and made them look attractive, but I didn't know it could make a person feel like they knew somebody!

'A defense mechanism?' I wondered to myself as I regained control of my mind. 'Perhaps the allure ability makes people feel comfortable around them as well? Or maybe it's because she's is young? An unconscious sexual attraction aura would be bad to have as a child, so maybe when they're growing up, they generate a feeling of familiarity instead? It's still useful, and certainly would help keep Veela children safe…'

I trailed off, realizing I was staring at her, and winced, with a flush of embarrassment crawling onto my face.

"Apologies for staring, you look like somebody I knew once," I said, bobbing my head in her direction.

The Veela blinked at me, a flicker of surprise dancing through her eyes, before she frowned, suspicious.

"I see," she replied slowly.

"Fleur! Did he see through you?"

It was now my turn to blink in surprise, and I looked down, spotting a young girl holding onto the older Veela's hand. I hadn't noticed her earlier. But now I did.

'And did she call her 'Fleur?'' I wondered. It could have been a coincidence…

"Not now, Gabi," the teenager hissed, causing the younger blonde to pout.

'Nope, it's definitely them,' I realized. I'd just run into Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour. I think Fate might have it out for me.

"Hey, Ed, what's the hold up?" Sam asked. He and Harry had gone on ahead without me, only to circle back when they noticed I wasn't with them.

"Oh, sorry, I just ran into these two and wanted to apologize them," I explained, gesturing to the duo. I saw the way Sam and Harry both seemed to do a doubletake as the Veela's aura of familiarity washed over them.

Harry was able to recover first, his own Occlumency skills better than Sam's, despite both of them learning it at the same time. Sam took a bit longer, but I wasn't sure if it was due to his modified glasses or something else.

"Harry Potter?!" Gabrielle squealed as her eyes locked onto Harry, specifically his scar, and Harry winced a bit at that.

"Um, yes, that's me," he admitted.

"I'm Gabi!" the young Veela exclaimed, rushing over to grab Harry's arm. It was adorable to see him become flustered at the contact, and a giggle escaped Fleur.

"I keep forgetting you are supposed to be a celebrity or something," Sam said to Harry.

"Me too," I muttered. In my mind I was berating myself for that oversight. Just because we were overseas didn't mean nobody would know about Harry. Even if Voldemort had been limited to the UK, his infamy had spread across Europe, and quite a few foreigners who believed in his ideology had crossed the Chanel to join up.

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