Note: This is extremely AU. The age and beliefs of some of the characters will not be the same from the original. I do not own any of the characters from Rowling's universe and is doing this simply out of a passion for the craft. Thank for reading and I hope you stick by for the ride.

Beauty is often a subjective thing. Sights such as a starry night sky or a sunrise may be breathtaking for some while for others, it may not even be worth giving it a second thought. For young Harry, however, one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen was right in front of him. Even though a train window, the sight of the French countryside was enough to almost bring a tear to the young man.

A sea of wildflowers seemed to stretch as far as the sunlight itself. As the train drew closer to its stop, he looked at the ancient stone building. Every building was moss-covered and had cracks that covered the whole wall. However, each building seemed to tell a different tale, a glimpse back into the past one may say. One building looked like it once housed a blacksmith, another told a more gentle tale of a stableman. It was comforting but somber. It really showed the age of the place.

The young wizard couldn't help but smiled. Living in a modern city that is London, one doesn't normally get the opportunity to enjoy sights such as the one before him. He leaned his head back against the leather seat of the train car. It was his final year of school and soon he was gonna join the 'real' world or that's how his father says it. It was a sad thought and a lot of his classmates were ready to leave, but for the emerald-eyed wizard, leaving a place that had become a second home to him isn't as easy as closing the pages on a good book.

A few seconds later, the sound of screeching metal was heard and his body was pushed forward slightly. A voice came over the intercom and every word was foreign to him. The only word he was able to make out was 'thank you' and 'good-bye'. He grabbed his lone suitcase and walked off the train. The warm summer air kissed his skin and the gentle breeze blew loose strands of hair into his eyes. He took a deep breath and the heavenly smell of flowers overtook ever sense inside of him.

He reached into his pocket and took out the letter and map from his aunt.

The village is called La Ville Magique, it is located east of the town and I marked it on the map.

He opened the map and was taken aback. He expected a simple map but was met with one of the most complicated pieces of art he has ever seen. He stared helplessly at the large paper and eventually gave up.

He looked up and tried to made sense of the foreign land. "How the hell am I supposed to find this place?" He tried to look around for someone to ask for help but even if he did, he wasn't going to be able to make conversation with them. His attention suddenly turned to a girl sitting on one of the benches. She was in a white dress with her hair in a braid that was placed over one of her shoulders. She seemed to be nose deep in her book and didn't seem to notice him.

"Of course it has to be a girl," he thought to himself and sighed. He mustered up the courage and made his way over to her.

The closer he got to the girl, the more he can see how beautiful she was. Her skin was fair and the sunlight made her hair sparkled. The gentle breeze made loose strands of hair blow in her face, which she casually brushed away. Strangely, however, the smell of cookies began appearing. It started to smell like home, his home. He opened his mouth to speak but the only thing he was able to muster out was a whimper. She looked up at him with an annoyed look but her eyes quickly widened for some reason.

However, even with a surprised look, her eyes were still piercing and she looked like she was gonna kill him with a snap of her finger. He felt a strange pull towards her, a weird lust but he managed to control it.

He couldn't speak and the annoyed look on her face got even worst. Her eyes narrowed and he noticed she was ready to get up and walk away.

He pulled out his very limited French knowledge from the deepest part of his mind and tried to converse with her. "Um, bonjour, Je suis un cochon perdu,"

She reeled back in shock and he noticed the corner of her lips beginning to twitch as of she was trying not to laugh. Her light blue eyes now showed a calmer tone and she smiled at him "Euh, wow, je n'ai jamais rencontré un cochon qui parle avant?"

"Ah crap, what did I say?" He looked at her and noticed that she was smiling from ear to ear as if she was waiting to see what he was gonna say next.

He took a deep breath and tried once again. "Salut, peux-tu m'aider à trouver mon pantalon?"

She covered her mouth and stiffened her laugh. Her eyes began to water with tears of joy. He felt his entire face began to get red but she was still laughing. The girl soon stopped and was holding her sides. She struggled to stand and used his shoulder as support. The girl managed to get her bearings and was able to speak to him, in English.

"Oh, please stop, my sides are starting to 'urt," she was still laughing, not as hard, but still enough to get him to feel embarrassed. She composed herself and then spoke in a welcoming tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, 'ow may I 'elp you?"

He stared at the girl for a moment and was dumbfounded that she could speak English. He felt like a moron. She chuckled once more. "Pourquoi tous les mignons sont stupides?"

He snapped out of his self-pity trance and took out the map and letter. "I need to find this village," he showed the girl the letter and her eyes lit up once again. They seemed excited. He didn't know why though.

She looked up from the map and turned her head towards the road. "Eet's up zee 'ill from 'ere, you should see eet in no time,"

"Oh, thank you," Not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the pretty girl again, he picked up his suitcase and began to walk off. "Thank you,"

The girl smiled with what Harry could only describe as the cutest thing he had ever seen. His heart felt like it skipped a beat. "Don't mention eet, I 'ope to see you again,"

"Likewise," he quickly made his way to the path and felt relieved he wasn't gonna embarrass himself anymore.

However, despite the rather not so favorable situation that was, he felt something in his gut the longer he looked at her. It was a strange feeling. He ignored it though.

When he entered the village, he noted that it was rather small. All the homes seemed to be the place of business as well. As he walked down the village, everyone was waving and smiling at him. He smiled back and made his way to the center of the town. The sight in front of him seemed to be unreal. Everyone seemed happy and it was like an art scene from a book. An old man soon approached him and he felt his stomach dropped at the thought of having to speak French once more.

The old man smiled and nodded at him. "Can I 'elp you wiz somezing?"

He sighed in relief yet he still couldn't speak due to shock.

The old man chuckled softly as if he has seen the look on Harry's face many times before. "You are new around zis area,non?"

The young man shook his head. "Oh, uh, yes,"

"Do not be afraid, almost everyone in zis village speaks English, don't be afraid to make yourself at 'ome. Now, is zere anyzing specific you are looking for.

He took out his aunt's letter and showed it to the old man. His eyes widened up and a realization came to him as he looked at Harry. "You are zee nephew of Mademoiselle Potter?"

He was shocked but was relieved his aunt was known. "Yes, I am,"

The old man chuckled. "Your aunt is a fascinating woman, she really is,"

"Can you tell me where her house is? Please,"

The old man smiled at the young wizard. "I will take you to 'er, eet is not a far walk from 'ere,"

He began to follow the old man and they soon arrive at a small house on the outer edge of town. The door was marked with "JP" and had his family's crest underneath it. The old man knocked on the door and soon his aunt walked out. She looked at the man and smiled.

"Bonjour Francis, comment puis-je t'aider?"

"J'ai quelqu'un pour toi," He gestured to Harry and soon her eyes lit up.

"Oh Harry, I didn't know you were coming so soon!" She gestured the young wizard inside. "Merci Francis, à plus tard ce soir,"

The man bowed and left. She closed the door and gave Harry a death squeeze.

"It's been so long Harry, you've gotten so big!"

The emerald-eyed young man chuckled. "You were at our house last Christmas,"

"Oh dear, that was months ago, have a seat, I'll make some tea,"

He sat down in at the kitchen table, he looked around the room and noticed that it was a rather small house. He wasn't that surprised considering his aunt was always a person who prefers to keep everything low-key. He looked at the woman and noted that her hair began to get streaks of gray and she was a lot thinner than she was before during the holidays.

The witch turned to look at the young and man smiled. He could see that her eyes were beginning to show wrinkles. "So, tell me, how is my little brother doing?"

"He's been doing great, Aunt June, he's been busy with training new recruits,"

She chuckled at his comment. "I'm not surprised, James has always loved to boss around the new Aurors," She finished boiling the water and went to join the man at the table. "So, how are things at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, it has been excellent, Ravenclaw won the Quidditch house cup again and we-"

The witch scoffed and chuckled softly. She shook her head. "Oh, I will never understand why that hat didn't put you in Gryffindor, we needed chasers,"

Harry shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "I guess I was too smart,"

She rolled her eyes at his remark. "You are just like your father, at least you have your mother's brain though heaven forbids you are like your father," they both laughed."How are you and Abigail?"

He felt his heartbreak at the mention of his former fling. He looked at the table and played with his thumbs. His aunt got the message.

"Oh... I'm sorry dear,"

He sighed and looked back up. He was sad but he had a while to mope and wasn't going to feel sorry for himself. "It's okay, I had a lot of time to process it,"

"May I ask what happened?"

"She didn't give me a real reason, she just said that she had 'reasons'" he held up air quotes.

The witch grabbed his hand in support and smiled to which he returned the favor. "Well, are always other girls and you are in France, there are dozens of girls just waiting to be swept off their feet,"

He smiled but deep inside he wasn't ready but strangely his mind wandered back to the girl he met at the station. It didn't occur to him at the moment but why was she waiting there. The train had already left. He forced a smile, however.

She smiled and nodded. "Good, now, if you excuse me, I have to go talk to someone," she began to walk away but suddenly remembered something. "Oh, did you bring your wand?"

He was confused by her tone which was rather serious. He looked at her face and noticed that her eyes had a look of fear in them. "Uh, yeah, I do," He reached into his back pocket and took out his wand.

"Can I see it please?" She held her hand out and while he was reluctant, he handed her his wand. "Why do you need my wand?"

She took a deep breath with a scared look on her face and walked over to her living room. She looked away from him and held his wand up to her face. "While this town is magical in many ways, our way isn't one of them,"

He slowly began to understand, he watched as she took out a brick from the chimney. She pulled out a box from where the brick was before. She opened the box and he can sorta see her wand. She placed his wand inside and placed it back in the whole. She stood up and walked over back to him. "People here are very old fashion, Harry, the closest thing here that even has an ounce of magic is in Paris, which is a four-hour drive from here. We will be hunted down if they knew, do you understand?" she looked at him with a serious expression.

He nodded and that was enough to ensure her that he understood.

"Good," Without another thought she left the room and allowed him to sit with his thoughts.

The rest of the was rather slow and boring for Harry. He helped his aunt with chores around the house but was later asked to help with other people around the town. He was forced to fix a roof in the blazing hot sun. He couldn't help but smile when the daughter of the house was caught staring at him. By the end of the day, he was told by his aunt that he was rather popular with the young woman of the town. He merely brushed that thought off.

The following week was slow. He mainly just did nothing but help with chores around the house or the time. He would help set up for the town's upcoming festival more than anything and he later learned that the festival was on Friday. His aunt encouraged him to go to it he reluctantly agreed.

The young man took a deep breath of the warm summer air and felt it kiss his skin. He looked up at the multicolored sunset and smiled. He placed his hands in letterman's jacket and continued to walk to the center of the town.

When he arrived, the sight of the festival was enough to bring him to tears. He looked around the town and thought to himself on which attraction to go on first. Suddenly the smell of cookies took over his senses. He got a strange feeling in his stomach. He reluctantly turned around and to his pleasant surprise, he saw the girl from the train station looking at him with an ice cream in her hand.

She licked her treat and then looked up at him. Her eyes widened like the first time they met but her eyes showed a much warmer tone than their first encounter.

"Oh, eet's you," she stated in a shocked tone.

"Yeah, it's me, what are you doing here?"

She held up her ice cream. "I'm enjoying an ice cream,"

"That's not what I-"

The young woman giggled and sighed. "I'm joking, I'm staying in a 'ouse about a mile from 'ere, my maman wanted me to go to zis festival instead of staying inside my room all summer,"

"Oh, I see,"

She nodded and looked at the young man with curious eyes. "So tell me, why are you 'ere?"

"I'm staying with my aunt, my parents wanted me to get some culture in before I leave for the real world?"

She arched her brow at his choice of word. "Real world?"

"Well, not the real world but life after school,"

She nodded slowly. "So, may I ask a question?"

"I see no issue with that,"

"Do you know what a Veela is?"

He reeled back a bit, not sure on how he is supposed to answer that question without revealing too much of his true self. "Uh, no, what is this 'Veela'"

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Your acting is terrible, you can put down zee act, I know you are a wizard,"

He felt his stomach drop at this revelation. He just stared dumbfounded at the girl who was grinning from ear to ear. "I don't know what you are talking about,"

She shook her head and stepped closer to him. She pulled him in and whispered in his ear. "I'm a witch just so you know, I sensed the magic in you when we met at the train station,"

The young man sighed but felt more relieved than anything. She stepped back and looked over his shoulders. A look of fear came on her face and all of a sudden she looked at him. "I'm sorry for zis,"

Harry scrunched his brow "Wha-" before he could finish his sentence she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in. His lips clashed with her. He began to close his eyes but sooner than later she stopped and gently pushed him away.

He opened his eyes and stood there dumbfounded without being to say a word.

She wiped off her mouth and seem to be watching someone behind him. The girl soon relaxed and turned her attention back to the still nonspeaking boy. "I'm sorry I did zat but I 'ad to,"

He stood his head and looked back at the girl. He slowly began to come back to normal. "What was that for?"

The girl sighed and looked behind him once more. "You see zat boy over zere? Zee one in zee red shirt," She motioned behind him and he turned his head slightly. He noticed a pudgy boy looking at the pair. He reminded Harry of his cousin, Dudley.

"What's wrong with him?" He turned back to the girl who he realized he still doesn't know her name.

"'E 'as 'ad a crush on me since I began coming 'ere and I've been going 'ere for fourteen summers,"

"And I'm guessing he hasn't stopped,"

"You are correct and by kissing you, I was 'oping 'e zinks I 'ave a boyfriend,"

"Is that the first time you tried that?"

She looked at him with a slightly offended look. "Of course, I just don't kiss random boys I just met," She suddenly realized what she did and watched as Harry tried not to laugh. "You know what I mean,"

He shook his head and smiled. "My name is Harry, by the way," He held out his hand.

She looked at it and smiled. She grabbed his hand and shook it gently. "Fleur, Fleur Delacour,"

"Well, Fleur, how would you like to go on a date with me?"

A surprised look appeared on her face. She was blushing as well. "Oh, um, you are-"

He cut off her sentence. "I mean, we are dating right?" he stated with a wink.

She realized what he was playing at. She giggled and decided it was best to play along. "I would to,"

He smiled and stood up straight. He held out his arm and she gracefully held on to it. He looked over at the beautiful girl on his arm but couldn't help but smile like an idiot. "Maybe this summer won't be so bad," he thought to himself.

The rest of the summer went by quick. After the night at the Festival, Harry and Fleur started to spend a lot more time together. As they spent more time with one another, Harry started to fall more and more for Fleur. They did everything together from going to the local orchestra concert to spending an entire week alone in the woods on a camping trip. As the summer drew closer to the end, Harry wanted to tell her more and more but every time he tried, he would stumble on his word.

Harry sat quietly on one of the chairs in his aunt's living room. He looked over at the sleeping girl on the couch that was directly across from him. She was using his jacket as a blanket and she was hugging the teddy bear he won her during the night of the festival. He smiled at her sleeping form and looked down at his book. He listened to the ticking of the clock and sighed at the somber thought that this was his last night in the town. He didn't want it to end.

He closed his eyes for a moment and soon felt himself getting more tired and tired before he knew it, he drifted off.

Harry slowly opened his eyes when he felt a soft shaking. He could hear a faint voice calling his name but he couldn't make out who is was. "'Arry, wake up,"

"Five more minutes, mum," he turned over and pushed away the person who was shaking him.

The person shook him harder. "'Arry, wake up!" He snapped open his eyes and he noticed Fleur was staring down at him. He slowly sat up in a half-awake state. He rubbed his eyes with his palm. "What time is it?"

"Come wiz me,"

"What?" The young woman grabbed his arm and pulled him up. She led him over to the door and slowly opened the front door, making sure not to wake his aunt. They stepped into the morning and he felt the cold air waking him up. "Fleur, where are we going?"

She didn't say a word and kept pulling him along with her. He kept asking her but she still refused to answer. They eventually made it to the edge of the town. They eventually walked up a hill and Fleur sat down on the bed of flowers.

He walked down next to her and looked at the beauty. "Fleur, can you please tell me what you wanted to show me?"

She smiled and motioned him to look over to his side. He agreed and turned his head. He was instantly taken aback by the sight in front of him. It was the most beautiful sunrise, he has ever seen. The sky a wonderful lavender and the light perfectly reflected off the mountains.

"Holy shi-" He thought to himself. He turned over to Fleur and felt his life disappearing from his body. The light made an already stunning girl into what could only be described as a Goddess. She turned towards him with a bright smile.

He knew that he had to tell her at this moment. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

She kissed his cheek and smiled even wider. "I know, eet's so beautiful, zere are not words,"

He sighed in disappointment. "Yeah, it is," he managed to muster out.

The young man felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach as if he failed a life threating task. To him, he might have just did. Suddenly he felt Fleur grabbed his hand and leaned on his shoulder. He heard her whispered something under her breath but chose not to press it, he just wanted this moment to last forever.

Harry stared anxiously at his watch. His train was arriving any minute and he wasn't ready to leave. He sat on the bench by himself while his aunt was near the tracks with his suitcase. She wanted to give him some space so he could process. He kept looking off into the direction of the village, hoping that she would come. But with each passing second, it didn't seem like that was going to be the case. He sighed and began to make his way over to his aunt. She turned around and noticed a sad look on his face.

The witch walked over to her nephew and gave him a big hug.

"I guess she's not coming," he stated grimly.

His nodded slowly and wiped a single tear that was coming from his eye. "I'm sorry dear but sometimes people handle grief differently. I know you mean a lot to her, she's just processing it in a different way,"

He chose to remain quiet. His aunt walked back to his suitcase and allowed him to be alone with his thoughts once more. The train soon arrived and as he made his way over to the door, he heard a familiar and welcoming voice. He quickly turned around and saw Fleur running towards him.

Harry stopped everything he was doing and ran over to the beauty. He hugged her tightly and didn't want to let go. He heard her chuckle. "I'm sorry, I'm late, I was getting somezing," He pulled away and felt tears beginning to form.

"'Ey, don't cry," she stated sincerely as she wiped the tear away. "Eet's okay,"

He wiped his eyes and got his bearing straight. The girl smiled and kissed his cheek. "'Ere, I want you to 'ave zis, to remember me by," he watched as she handed him her sunhat.

He looked at the hat and smiled. He looked up at the girl and noticed that even she was getting teary-eyed. She didn't say anything and hugged him tightly. She didn't want to let go and neither did he.

And that is the remastered version of chapter one, I will be doing all the other chapters up to chapter 11, chapter 12 is already written in this new style I'm doing so there is no need. So I hope you enjoy and thank for being patient while I fix the earlier chapters.