Greeting and Salutations Everyone Here is this weeks chapter.
Part 2 As Fleur exited the Penseive, she felt her magic stir. The core of her being was shaken, something about the memory stirred something. Made it resonated with the Veela that slept within her magic. It puzzled her in a way, but at the same time she knew what it was.
“So Flower, you do realize what has happened.” Fleur’s mother spoke to her. Fleur nodded in confirmation to her mother.
“Your magik has recognized that the young man, Harry Potter, has saved you from a terrible, life altering event. So much so, that even while unconscious your magik gave him permission to use your wand.” Her mother told her.
“Yes Mamman.” Fleur began. “My magik has acknowledged the debt that I owe him, and thus I, as a Veela, must pledge myself to him.”
Her mother nodded, it pleased her to see that her daughter was mature enough to handle this revelation. As many her age would be against such an action, especially the ones that were Veela. Since Veela enjoyed being free. Free to drift around, free to freely fall in love, to find mates that resonate with who they were as people and to exist harmoniously with their magik. Though it didn’t happen very often, rarely even, with most just settling with the male that got them pregnant until the child was born, then leaving or staying based on how the child was. Sure it was a cruel practice, part of why Veela had such a bad reputation. But it was what their being and magik demanded of them.
But in this case, with Fleur, she had, even while unconscious, known someone was saving her, and was doing it with pure intentions. In that moment, she, through her connection to the core of her wand, granted Harry Potter access to the bond Fleur had with the wand. In as such, tying herself to him.
Her mother didn’t think it would be too much of a problem though. Fleur, though her daughter hadn’t noticed it yet, had a look of adoration on her face when seeing what the boy had done for her at no concern to himself.
“Daughter, are you truly alright with this outcome?” Fleur’s father inquired. She just nodded her head.
“Very well.” Father said to her. “Since you are okay with it. It won’t hurt for me to tell you that Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. Since you will be of age to participate, I give you my blessing to participate. Though I do ask that you take care to remember that it was once canceled for a reason. This tournament is a death sentence to anyone unprepared, and that if you are chosen as a champion to be on guard at all times during each event.”
Fleur, hearing this, couldn’t help but have her eyes go wide in astonishment. She had known her father was working on something important in his role at the French Ministry, but she didn’t think it was for a death tournament.
But knowing that she could now be a willing participant, made her excited. She would be able to show those girls in her school that she had the skills to be a Triwizard Champion and that she, a future enchantress, had skill with her wand. That and the fact that it was going to be at Hogwarts, where a certain emerald eyed boy resided, made her grin even more.
‘Oh those eyes.’ Fleur thought to herself. The excitement was killing her; she couldn’t wait. Getting acknowledgement from her parents, she left the room with a slight skip in her step, going to her Charm studies to find something to practice.
Her parents seeing this could help but look at each other, their daughter was now a girl in love and a determined one at that. They almost felt bad for the young man that they were setting the girl on, but after seeing the memory themselves, they knew that Harry Potter could handle anything Fleur tried to pull on him.
Later that evening, after dinner, Fleur accompanied her sister to her bedroom to tell her the story of the gallant Boy-Who-Lived, and how he swooped in and fought off the three wicked men. Defeating them all with a golden spell. How he stood triumphant, over the men with wand held firm, smoking from the power he wielded, with eyes burning with an emerald fire, glowing in the night.
Now will Fleur admit she might have over dramatized the events of what happened. Absolutely. But for her little angel of a sister, it was perfectly acceptable. Plus it made her future husband sound even better.
She did tell her sister what had happened to her magik and though Gabrielle was a little disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to marry Harry now. She was perfectly happy with him being apart of the family. Though she did wish a knight in shining armor type would save her in the future. Assuring her sister that it could happen, she tucked her in bed and left the room.
Fleur chuckled lightly at the idea, of a man trying to save her sister with pure intentions, it was rare but unlikely.
‘And besides,’ Fleur thought, ‘it’s not like Gabrielle is going to be put in any kind of danger any time soon.’
Skipping ahead a few weeks, Fleur soon found herself at Hogwarts. The leading weeks, soon found herself lost in thought, daydream of a boy with emerald eyes. The trip was thrilling through the carriage, and in the moments before exiting, Fleur made sure hair was done up and makeup flawless. But not too much since natural beauty was better.
Upon exiting, she stayed focused, silently scanning the crowd looking for her chevalier. But sadly she had not seen him in the sea of students. So she had accompanied her fellow classmates into the gaudy castle. They made their way to the table of students dressed in blue and bronze with the eagle mascot. She had subtly asked about Harry but for reasons she couldn’t fathom, none of the girls really knew the boy. Made no sense to her. She figured an icon like Harry would have them draping themselves at him. But soon she learned that Harry was unapproachable. Guarded and constantly under the eye of the teachers. No one was willing to try to pry him away.
‘Spineless British girls.’ Fleur thought to herself, as she stood up to ask for some more bouillabaisse.
And then shockingly, the person, she wanted, the man she craved with her core, was sitting in front of her. Fleur couldn’t help herself.
“It’s you, my chevalier!” Fleur cried out, drawing everyone's attention. Grabbing Harry’s collar, Fleur gave him a kiss deep enough to burn the soul. Putting all her feelings and emotions into it. Finally the need to breathe came and pulling away.
“Oui. Mr. Potter this thank you will have to do for now. I have something extra special for you later, and you will be mine, Mr. Chevalier. This I, Fleur Delacour, pledge.” Fleur told the stunned boy, and she meant every word of it. As soon as she could, Fleur was going to give herself to him and then they would both ride the throes of passion. If she got pregnant: Great. If she didn’t: Well practice makes perfect. Of course, Fleur did see the looks of scandal on the other girl's faces as she walked back to the table at which she had been sitting with a little sway in her steps. The girls would pay the price of neglecting her Harry. He was now hers and no one would take him from her. Especially not the British.
And the next day, when she heard the girls were going to keep Her Harry from her, she could help but let out a soft laugh. The little girls stood no chance. No HWC or whatever was going to stop her.
With no classes that day, she talked with many of the students from the school. Well mostly the guys, who with a small dose of allure, couldn’t help spill a few of Harry’s achievements. Though the one to give her the most information for the red headed drooling mess that was Harry’s closest friend, not that the fool remembered talking about it, but hearing it all she couldn’t help being awed.
First year: Defeating a possessed teacher. Second year: Fighting a Millennia old Basilisk with nothing but a sword. Then his Third Year: Fight off a Hoard of Dementors with naught but a Patronus.
The thought of imagining such events ruined multiple pairs of her panties, as each time she pictured herself being the damsel, caused her to be soaking wet.
Then in the days leading up to the First Task, Fleur found herself following Harry around under an illusion charm. Was she stalking him, of course not, she was simply observing what his strategy might have been.
But even after all her reconnaissance, never would Fleur have thought he was going to out fly the dragon. When she saw that Fleur could help be glad everyone was focused on him as she masturbated right there in the stands. The only thing that really caught her off guard was not the dragon initiating a mating ritual, or the giant snake that turned into a goddess. No it was the fact that Her Harry was now seeing someone. The nerve. She would have to show the girl where her place in the relationship was going to be. Not that it concerned her too much since all strong wizards had multiple lovers.
Fleur could only let out a sigh, as she adjusted her robes. She had a lot of work in front of her to now get Harry Potter attention once more.