Harry Potter- Hero to All
By: DJ Rodriguez
(Author's Notes: Hello, to all! This is my very first, original Harry Potter songfic! In no way does it try to follow any other stories that I dedicated in the past so far.
Darien: In this one, it features Fleur and her little sister Gabrielle. It's on their feelings towards one Harry Potter, and on how each of them longs to be with him.
DJ: Before we start, I would like to request something. Could any of you out there make a Harry/Fleur, VERY rated R fanfic? It's so hard and rare to find good ones like them out there.
I do not own Harry Potter or Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler from my favorite movie Footloose!)
The date was December 22nd, 1997. Fresh snow covered the lands of Europe, more so in France. The entire country was blanketed in crisp, freshly white powdered snow. Kids were laughing about, playing in the snow and also starting snowball wars. However, two particular people could care little about the weather. They were Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour.
It has been some time since the Tri-Wizard Tournament, an event that was set up at Hogwarts… and really went downhill from there at the end. Both girls were lost in thought about that fateful tournament: the events, the tasks, the challenges… and also about a certain green-eyed man.
The half-Veela was in her room, Fleur not getting over the young man, despite the age difference. When he first performed the First Task, getting the Horntail dragon's egg, in such a remarkable way… she felt an attraction of sorts. It grew ten-fold when she saw Harry rescue her sister from the lake, even though she was not his target and was well outside the time limit.
'He could have just left Gabrielle there and got more points… but he didn't.', she thought. Most contestants she knew would have left her there, but not Harry. He was different then the others, and it showed.
In Gabrielle's room, the little seven year-old was daydreaming about Harry. She had not heard much of him in France, as he was a hero and celebrity in Britain. However, she was taken with him when he saved her from the Mermen. To her, he was the strong and handsome hero she had heard in her fairy tale books.
'Oh 'Arry… if only I was older, then maybe we could be together.', she thought. It caused her to blush immensely at the thought of Harry holding her… cuddling her… kissing her.
Both sisters were now blushing at the thought of being with Harry, him being their lover and boyfriend. Alas, they knew he had bigger problems on hand. Some time ago, both of them had asked Professor Dumbledore via owl if he could tell them everything on Harry's life.
Not surprised to say, the entire family was in shock when they learned all about Harry's past: his eleven years of abuse and neglect by his adoptive family the Dursleys, his first year at facing Voldemort and having the Philosopher's Stone, his second year at facing a memory of Tom Riddle and a giant Basilisk, and his third year for facing Wormtail, Dementors, and also Sirus (Later, they found out he was Harry's godfather and innocent of all charges).
Everyone remembered the fourth year of his life in Hogwarts, where he was forced to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, ridiculed by nearly everyone including his best friend Ron, saved Gabrielle's life, was transported to Voldemort's lair, witnessed Cedric's death, fought a revived and live Tom Riddle plus massive Death Eaters, and was brought back to the tournament with Cedric's body.
Fleur remembered the immense pain in Harry's eyes, blaming himself for Cedric's death. He gave the 1 million Galleons to Cedric's parents, but they refused. So, he gave it to the Weasley Twins, saying that he had no right to claim the money.
Now, they had learned about his godfather's death, the battle between Umbridge and later on Bellatrix, and also the Prophecy. The Delacours soon realized that Harry's fame was really just a large burden for the young man: all of it just one mishap after another that affected him drastically.
"I saw him a boy at the tournament, but now I know he is really a man.", the half-Veela whispered to herself. It really amazed all of them to see Harry being humble, modest, and high in character and morals despite his upbringing, trials, and also his traumas.
Fleur and Gabrielle got together in the living room now, warming near the fireplace on the couch in their huge mansion home. They greeted each other politely, and were once again in deep thought about Harry as they stared at the flickering flames inside the fireplace.
'You may not realize it 'Arry… but, you are a hero to all. Including me and Gabrielle.', Fleur said to herself. They learned the fine line between a hero and a solider: a solider was a being born and trained for battle, to face his hardship and woes with little choice in the matter.
Harry was like that, yet he chose to continue onward. To fight for those that he loved and considered worth dying for; his friends, the school of Hogwarts, parts of the Wizarding world, and also those that fell for him. He could have chose to be leave his "destiny" behind and live off of the glory. But no, he remained steadfast and resilient. Thus, that is what made him a hero to people's eyes.
Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods
Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed
Late at night I toss and I turn and dream of what I need
I need a heroGabrielle turned to look at her older sister, and saw that she was lost in thought. She brought her out of it by asking, "What are you thinking about, big sister?".
Fleur snapped out of her reverie, and gave her sister a sheepish smile. "I'm thinking about 'Arry right now, that's all.", she answered. The little sibling smiled, for she was thinking about Harry too. She was his knight in shining armor!
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure, and he's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger then life
After midnightThe two talked about their favorite hero, wondering if they would be able to meet him again in person soon.
"I don't think they will be another quite like 'Arry!", Gabrielle spoke up. Fleur had to agree with her. I mean, who else faced nearly impossible odds and still managed to keep their sanity and also heart in the right place?
"I agree with you on that, little sister. Men like 'Arry… only come along once in a lifetime.', she said softly.
Somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach, someone's reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder, and rising with the heat
Its gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet
I need a heroFleur also knew that Harry had girl problems. With his fame and reputation, not to mention the Chang girl that Ron told her about some time ago, he practically didn't know how to act or think around them.
She, on the other hand, didn't care about his fame or popularity. She wanted to hold him, take away his pains and scars… and show him the difference between a girl and a woman. However, she would have to work somewhat hard for him to actually be comfortable around women.
'Yes… but the effort would really be worth it.', she resolved. When she would get a chance in the future, she would make sure to give Harry at least a chance of happiness that he so richly deserved.
I need a hero till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, and gotta be fast, and gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure, and he's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger then life
After midnightThe youngest Delacour thought long and hard on how to make Harry happy, to enjoy life again. Even at the young age she was in, she knew that it was wrong to force a sixteen year-old boy into battle. Especially an intense one with the Dark Lord himself, who was about 20 or so years more experienced then Harry.
'I could shower him with affection, but I want to do more for him. After all, he saved my life.', she thought.
Gabrielle was not naïve as most people thought. She was gifted for being very observant about people and their behavior. She saw that Harry was indeed a special, but very sad soul. Thus, she would do whatever it took to bring a genuine, true smile on his face.
Out where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lighting splits the sea
I could swear there is someone, somewhere watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain and the storm and the flood
I could feel his approach like a fire in my bloodAs they were thinking, their parents decided to make their appearance. Mr. And Mrs. Delacour cleared their throats, getting their girls attention.
Mr. Delacour smiled at them and announced, "Girls, we have a very special guest here. He flew in from England a few days ago, and he wanted to meet you.".
Mrs. Delacour also shared the same mysterious smile, parted a way from the archway connected the living room to the main hallway… and stepping out from the shadows stood a person they longed to see in a long time. It was a young man of seventeen years of age, with black unruly hair and emerald eyes that seemed to hypnotize you no matter what. It was Harry James Potter.
Like a fire in my blood
Like a fire in my blood
Like a fire in my blood
I need a heroThe girls smiled widely, the youngest squealing in delight as she jumped from the couch and ran over to Harry. He smiled warmly, laughed that was pleasing to the ears of Gabrielle, picked up and twirled the young half-Veela around.
"Hi, Gabrielle! Good to see you again!", he told her softly. She giggled and hugged Harry as hard as she could. Fleur, on the other hand, was standing and having her left heart holding her chest. It was on account that it was beating rapidly, and a warm blush escaped to her cheeks.
She quickly ran over to Harry and enveloped him in a warm, hard hug. She whispered, "It's good to zee you again, 'Arry!". He returned the gesture, and the welcome, and the family led the man to the table where dinner was now prepared and awaiting them.
I need a hero till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out till the morning light
He's gotta be sure, and he's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger then life
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the nightFleur asked on why Harry traveled here, and he answered that he was looking for any and all textbooks on various types of spells and rituals. He explained that since he didn't want more people to die by his actions, he wanted to be as prepared as possible.
Fleur was choked up, and for a moment before they reached the dining room… she brought Harry into a fierce hug. She held him close, inhaling his scent and also feeling his newly acquired muscles. She whispered, "Don't worry, 'Arry. You will not let anyone else die. I have faith in you.".
It was the truth. She had complete faith in Harry, and was going to do whatever it took to make sure he was okay. For a brief moment, he returned the hug. He thanked her, and both just stood there hugging each other. Fleur was able to take away part of his pain that he held inside for so long.
After ten minutes, they broke apart and blushed brightly. Fleur then saw their family looking at them, both having large, knowing smiles on. She and Harry laughed a bit, then they all joined in as they sat down to a nice, warm dinner. It turned out to be great for Harry, but even better for the Delacour sisters.
Especially when Mr. Delacour announced that Harry would spend about two weeks with them.
(Author's Notes: Well, how was this? If any of you want to make a sequel out of this, or continue onward… be my guest!
Darien: And also, he hopes that any of you out there that are members of , takes up the challenge of writing a very good, but also VERY rated R fanfic that pairs Harry with Fleur!
R&R, no flames, enjoy, and leave long reviews!)