Hello Readers I hope you enjoy my first chapter of Becoming a Veela. Please don't forget to review and I will apologise know if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes I do have Dyslexia. By the way it does take me a why to update because I am a slow writer but I will post don't worry ;D

P.S I don't actually know how to speak french so I use Google translater, I apologise now if it came out wrong.

I love Paris; it has to be one of my favourite places I have seen, it's so wonderful and beautiful. I'm so glad my parents let me come here for two weeks.

(Past)

I was looking into the mirror at my new haircut; I had decided to get rid of my long curly mane, for a short, shoulder length, sophisticated look. I also decided to get rid of my contacts because I actually like my glasses; I only wore contacts because I didn't want to look anymore of a Geek than I already was. But since I finished Cambridge university at only sixteen I thought it was time for me to have a change and be more me and less childish. I actually look eighteen, nineteen now too, which makes me look even more mature.

"Hermione love, can you come downstairs please " Mom Shouted.

"Ok" I walking downstairs and into the living room to see my mom and dad cuddling up on the sofa.

"Please sit down honey we have a surprise for you" My dad pointed to the seat in front of them. I sat down and patiently waited for them to speak.

"Hermione your dad and I are so proud of you for graduating and finishing Cambridge University at the top of you class" My mom gleefully smiled.

"So me and your mom think that your wise enough and responsible enough to do this on your own" My dad past me an envelope.

I Slowly opened it to find my passport, a credit card and a plane ticket to go to Paris for two weeks. I screamed and launched myself into my parent's arms "Thank you, thank you, thank you" I shouted in joy.

My parents laughed at my enthusiasm "Anything for our little genius" My mom and dad smiled.

(Present)

So know here I am sitting on a wall sketching the Eiffel tower and enjoying a good cup of Joe. I've been here in Paris for five days and have seen the museums, the libraries and Pont de l'Archevêché, I hope one day when I find my one true love, we can lock our love on the bridge for all eternity. I've seen the Eiffel tower 4 times within those five days and it never gets boring.

It was starting to get dark so I decided to pack up my drawing today. I put everything away into my leather messenger bag and threw my empty cup into the trash. I put my new black and red Aggressive Skate's back on that my grandparents got me for graduation. I love skating; I've been skating since I was six. My mum hates them but as long as I wear my helmet she's okay with it. But I forgot my helmet at the hotel; well what she doesn't know won't kill her.

As I started skating back to the hotel my phone went off, I didn't even need to look at the name on the screen because I already new who it was.

"Hey Mum" I smiled into the phone.

"How did you now it was me" Mum asked in amazement.

"Your name pops up on the phone that and it's the forth time you've phoned me today" I giggled.

"Oh. I phone because I worry, my baby is so far away from me"

"I know Mum I like it when you phone, I like to here your voice and know that you and dad are okay."

I kept skating and talking to my mother for a good hour before telling her I'd talk to her later and quickly hanging up after she figured out that I was skating without wearing a helmet, don't ask me how she knew she just knew. I soon realised that with all the chatting and not paying attention to where I was skating I found that I was lost.

"Damn it" I grumbled as I looked around to find old building around me. I slowly skated past the houses and felt a slight pull with in me. I stopped and held my chest with both hands in bewilderment. "What the hell was that" I rubbed at my chest trying to get rid of this strange feeling of being tugged. I felt myself slowly start to move closer to what ever it is that was pulling me. I found that I was skating towards an old stone bridge. There was soft musical coming from the bridge, I stopped at the edge of the bridge. I could feel the tugging in my chest get more violent and demanding, I felt like I couldn't breath properly. There was a soft sound of singing floating around me, luring me onto the bridge. Before I could put my skate down on the bridge floor I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly span around to find a little old lady smiling up at me in a calm and gentle manner.

"êtes-vous perdu petite fille" the woman softly spoke in French.

I looked at her in confusion; damn I wish I learnt French instead of German and Greek. "I'm sorry I don't understand."

She smiled "ou arr inglish oui, I zaid arr ou lost" she spoke in a very strong French accent.

I nodded yes "you wouldn't happen to know where Le Meurice is would you" she nodded and started to walk away waving for me to follow. As I followed the little old French lady I couldn't help but look back at the bridge and feeling the tug in my chest begin to weaken. "Hmm how strange" I murmured.

As we were walking back to the hotel I couldn't help but ask the lovely French lady about the bridge she found me at. She told me that the bridge had been there for a very long time, so long that they didn't even now who built it and how old it actually is. She told me that people have used the bridge and nothing is actually wrong with it except the fact that a few women have disappeared and have never been seen again once there on the bridge. I thanked her for the information and found that we were out side of the hotel. Before I could walk in the little French lady made me promise her that I would never go back to that bridge again. She told me that she lost her youngest daughter to that bridge, her name was Deanne Amar she had just turned twenty-four before she disappeared. She said she didn't want the same thing to happen to me and bring my family such pain from my disappearance. I promised and hugged her goodnight.

As I lay in bed all I could think about was the bridge and how I felt like it was calling me. But I promised the little old lady that I wouldn't go back to that bridge.

Well I'll just have to forget about it and carry on with my holiday I sighed and snuggled into my quilts ...…..

If only it was that easy.

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