It's dangerous just living here, being what I am.

[ part creature, and obviously so for anyone even remotely familiar with veela. they tend to be slightly more acceptable, being considered near-humans and also beautiful, but that doesn't mean voldemort likes them any more than he does any other non-human.

he reaches out, snagging his father's wrist as bill paces, squeezing the slim bones beneath his fingers. ] We have to do something, don't we? We can't just.. leave things like this.