What if Harry was raised by a very rich, powerful and pureblood family, the Weasleys? What would their education and the presence of Sirius in his life change in him? Watch as Harry reaches his true potential and shows the World that he wasn't the chosen one by chance. Older!Harry, Badass!Harry, Flirt!Harry. Good Dumbledore. Very AU. Starts with Goblet of Fire
AN: Hey there guys! Yes, a new fanfic! Yay! The Goblet of Fire is my favorite book from the series, and for a long time now, Harry/Fleur became a favorite pairing of mine. There are some great fics about them, but sadly not enough, in my opinion. So, like you can see, I've finally decided to write one myself. As I'm very fond of the powerful and strongly portrayed Harry, I'll write him in that way, too. Of course, powerful doesn't mean invincible and his prowess won't come from a sudden cliché inheritance. Like explained in the summary, it will be a very AU fiction, because growing with a loving, rich and powerful family would certainly change Harry and his outlook on things.
I'll be shifting the events by two years to make the characters a bit older which will allow me to introduce some darker aspects of the Wizarding World and the war with Voldemort. So the Philosopher Stone happened in Harry's third year, and logically, the Chamber of Secrets in fourth. This one will start with the Goblet of Fire, in his sixth year, where he is sixteen. It will be a Baddas!Harry and a quite flirty one. Oh yeah! And no soul bonds and all that. Just your plain, normal romance. For now it's all, so enjoy the chapter!
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Chapter 1: Crow
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"For Merlin's sake, Luna!" Ginevra Weasley exclaimed raising her hands to the skies. "You were supposed to wake him up, not join him in the bed!" she continued with an exasperated sigh, watching her blonde childhood friend, cuddle in the arms of the half sleeping scion of the Potter fortune, with a content smile on her face. "Come on! Get up you two!" she continued with a roll of her eyes, cursing herself for failing to recall about their quite peculiar relationship.
Having lived with the Weasley family since he was one year old, Harry had grown very attached to the blond Lovegood heir and their strange bond tended to raise numerous eyebrow and cause many problems to the countless girls interested in the black hared wizard. They were not really going out per se, but their love for each other was known to everyone. What kind of love though, was another unanswered question…
"Harry! If you don't get up, we'll be late for the opening ceremony! And unlike some, I love Quidditch!"
"…love Quidditch…too." The wizard mumbled in reply, under the mess of Luna's blond hair, snuggling her even more to him, and causing the said blonde's smile to widen further.
"Morgana's underpants, Harry! Get up!" the ginger haired witch exclaimed with another huff. "And you, come with me!" she continued, taking a hold of the blonde's hand and tugging her away from the bed. "Ten minutes!" she finished, before storming out and closing the door behind them.
With a smile on his handsome face, the sixteen years old, Harry James Potter stood up, bathing his fit body in the sunlight. Constant physical training as well as Quidditch sessions at Hogwarts had allowed for him to build a very good shape; but this shape wasn't unembellished, as numerous scars littered his body. Those were reminders that he wasn't invincible and that someone stronger was always over the corner.
"Seven minutes!" Ginny exclaimed from the hall, banging on his door for good measure. With a grin on his face, he trotted to the bathroom; after all, a great day awaited him.
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"This place sure is crowded." Harry said, sweeping his gaze over the countless wizards and witches walking around.
"Of course it is, Harry, it's the bloody World Cup!" Ron replied with a roll of his eyes. "Are you still sleeping? I'm telling you; those nocturnal strolls of yours are bad for your health."
"Don't sweat, Ron. The year's beginning again, so I won't have enough time for them now."
"If mom finds about it…"
"You're repeating the same thing for over five years now. I think that by now, we don't have to worry anymore."
"Yeah, well, I'm still surprised that we weren't found out all this time." The ginger haired wizard said with a sigh. "You have Lady Luck on your side."
"That depends, my dear brother." Harry replied with a grin. "Right now though, I'll tend to agree with you." He continued, stopping the redhead and pointing toward a group of females in the distance.
"I'm not sure that Alicia will approve…"
"Oh come on! Play your role of my wingman, mate!" the exclaimed with a smirk on his face, as he wiggled his eyebrows. With a shake of his head, Ron grinned in return and followed the black haired Potter at a distance, as if they were not together. Approaching the group of girls, their foreign nature was discovered after hearing them speak. They were not French; that was certain.
Switching his Potter charms on and plastering Sirius' trademark grin, he approached one of the girls. With an over exaggerated bow, he finally spoke up, in French… "Good evening, ladies. Can you give me a moment of your time?"
Their reaction was instantaneous, as incredulous expressions forming on their faces; they stood there at a loss of words. "What did he say?" One of the girls said suddenly, turning toward one of her friends. "I have no idea, but it seemed French to me." Another replied with a frown. "Ira, you speak French, so find out what he wants." The first continued.
The one called Ira, a beautiful blonde with long silky hair and vibrant green eyes, approached Harry with a shy smile. "How can help you?" she said awkwardly, a rose tint appearing on her cheeks.
'Bingo!' Harry thought with a smile. "To know your name, would be perfect to begin with." he said, with another small bow.
"Ira." She replied with a small smile of her own.
"I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm quite lost, and not knowing an ounce of their barbaric language, I can't find my way back." he said with a charming smile.
"Way back? Sorry, didn't understood everything." She replied, launching a look of help toward her friends.
"Oh, I see. It seems that staying with you for now is my best bet." Harry replied, taking her hand in his and giving a slight peck on its back. As the girl stuttered, her face coloring in red, her friends demanded that she translate his words. But before she could reply to them, another person entered the discussion.
"I think it's time to stop torturing this poor girl, sir."
Surprised by the sudden intrusion of what he could hear, a genuine French girl, Harry turned toward the newcomer. She was a quite a tall girl, with long platinum blonde hair that seemed to shimmer in the night light; her icy blue eyes accentuated her statuesque beauty, as she stood there like a goddess. Harry hadn't seen a more beautiful woman in his life and as his heart started to race from the sudden rush, a small tiny bit of information suddenly woke him up, as if from an ice cold shower: she was a Veela…just like her…
His eyes losing their warmth but his smile still present on his face for the sake of the others, he gave the young woman a very charming but very fake smile. "Indeed, yes." he said finally after a pause. "I wish you a good evening and a pleasant stay, Miss." he continued his fake smile slowly slipping from his face. Then nodding toward the group of girls, he forced another smile and turning around, walked away.
The French girl stood there, ignoring the dark looks launched her way for making the handsome young man leave, as she thought about what had happened. For the first time in her young life, a man had not only resisted her allure, but had given her the cold shoulder. Who was that man, and why had he reacted that way?
"Fleur, are you coming?" someone said behind her, as she continued to watch the man in the distance.
"Oui." She replied, finally turning away.
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""Sorry mate, I wanted to intervene but that damned Veela had me in her clutches. That allure sure was powerful." Ron said with a grimace.
"Don't fret, Ron." Harry replied with a smile as they walked back to their tent. His face showed a calm exterior, but inside he was furious. That French girl hadn't done anything to him, and it wasn't really her fault, but seeing a Vella had reminded him about her.
"Oh, if it isn't the Saint Potter himself." A voice said, cutting him from his musings.
"Hi, Drake." Harry replied, a small grin forming on his face from seeing the blond.
"Weasley."
"Malfoy."
"What're you doing here?" the Potter continued approaching the Slytherin.
"Father sent me to fetch you two. Ha, look at me! Playing the role of a damned servant." Draco replied with distaste, looking around as if to make sure that no one had seen him in such a role. "I've been waiting here like a mongrel for twenty minutes, Potter!"
"Oh, poor little wizard."
"Shut it, Ron. Father is with Lord Weasley right now. The Minister is dying to talk to you, so we better hurry. He wants to show his Boy-Who-Lived to his friends." Draco continued with a sneer.
"Don't call me that, Drake. I've already told you that a hundred times." Harry replied with a frown on his face. He hated that damned title more than everything; for it was a little bit too accurate for his liking. "Let's go then."
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A disgusted expression deforming her beautiful face, Fleur Delacour turned away from the vulgarly dancing Veelas that served as Bulgarian mascots that had reduced the audience of the stadium to a bunch of mumbling fools. As she swept her eyes over the crowd, she caught a vibrant green gaze, starring back; a familiar gaze that she had met not even an hour ago. The young man from before that had talked French was looking at her. After a few seconds of observing him, she actually concluded that he wasn't starring at her, but in the distance, as if lost in thoughts.
His handsome, -she had to admit-, face was distorted by an unreadable expression; the most she could decipher was: pain. But what was wrong with him? He was the only man than wasn't trying to jump toward the Veelas. Had he some sort of Vella related affliction and that was why he had reacted that way during their first encounter, or was it something else? Finally, she saw the blonde girl sitting close to him, snuggling to him without shame, with a smile on her face. After whispering something to his ear and giving him a kiss to the cheek, she turned away from the black haired young man, and caught Fleur's gaze.
Averting her eyes, Fleur cursed under her breath as she felt her cheeks warm up. She was blushing from being caught starring, like some little schoolgirl. Cursing again for good measure, she brought her haughty look back to her face. She was a Veela; blushing showed weakness, and a weak Veela was easy prey. But Fleur Isabelle Delacour was not a prey; no longer…
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Snapping his eyes open, Harry sat on his bed with a frown on his face. Something was wrong; a foreboding feeling was in the air. With a flick of his wand, he was dressed and ready for anything. Leaving his room in the giant tent-manor that they used after the World Cup, Harry entered the living room and not a second later, a frowning Lord Arthur Weasley rejoined him.
"Harry? You felt it too, didn't you?
"Yes, Arthur. Something's wrong." The black haired wizard replied.
"Wake the others while I go take a look." The ginger haired man said, before leaving the tent.
After a few minutes, a trotting Lord Weasley reentered the tent, raising the worry in the room even more.
"What is it, dear?" Molly Weasley asked with anxiety in her voice. She may be a powerful witch, but the security of her children was paramount.
"Death Eaters!" Arthur replied with a sneer on his usually cheerful face. "Take this and go home. I'll stay here and help the Aurors." He continued, putting a Portkey on the table.
"Dad! We want to help too!" Fred cried out, jumping to his feet.
"Not now, son. Leave with your mother, and protect your sister." Arthur replied; and after a kiss to his wife, he left in a hurry.
"Children! Come here." Molly said, as she activated the countdown on the magical transportation. After everyone was touching the Portkey, she continued. "Alright, three, two…Harry!" she cried out suddenly, as the last Potter released his hold on the golden brooch.
"Sorry…" he whispered, with an apologetic smile, as the Weasley family disappeared in a flash of magic. As the light receded, Harry saw a grinning Ron in front of him.
"Hey there. I was sure you would do one of your stunts tonight." The redhead explained, approaching his brother in everything but blood.
"Let's go then." The Potter replied with a dangerous smirk, flapping the opening of the tent and engulfing himself into the dangerous night..
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With a flick of her wrist, Fleur sent a stunner toward the masked attacker and swirled to the side, evading the unknown purple curse. Sending a chain of disarming spells against her opponents, she approached her downed friend. Caroline was an average witch and the unexpected attack in the dark hadn't helped her chances; she fell the first.
"Gabi, stay behind me!" she continued, raising another shield around her little sister, before sending a blinding spell toward the group of the masked wizards. As the explosion of light distracted her foes, she concentrated and unleashed a very strong wave of her Veela allure. Bringing her attackers to their knees, reduced to lust induced fools, she made quick work of them with Petrificus spells followed by stunners.
When she was sure that they were no longer in immediate danger, she smiled to Gabrielle and with another flick, woke Caroline.
"Fleur…?"
"Caro. Stand up quickly. We need to leave as soon as we can, before more of them arrive." The blonde Veela said with urgency, as she helped her friend to her feet.
"I'm afraid it's a bit too late, dear." A man's voice suddenly intruded, and before shad had the time to react, her wand was no longer in her grip. "Quite quick with the wand you are; and a beauty to boot."
"A Veela; a French Veela." Another continued, twirling his wand between his fingers. "Be careful, or she'll use her allure on us."
"What do you want from us?!" Fleur exclaimed with fury, secretly taking hold of Caroline's wand behind her back.
"Well, I think you perfectly know what we want, darling. You and your friend should come peacefully and no harm will be done to your little sister. You don't want anything bad to happen to her, do you?" the first man replied, approaching the group of girls.
"Not even in your dreamz, pig!" the Veela exclaimed, brandishing the wand in her hand with astounding speed and launching a bludgeoning spell toward the man. Due to it not being her own wand, the power and speed of the magic wasn't enough to completely overwhelm the man, and after flicking the spell away like an annoying fly he sent a disarming charm toward her at great speed. As the wand flew from her hand she turned around and whispered with force: "Caroline, take Gabi and run! I'll give you an opening."
"But Fleur!"
"Don't argue and do it!" the Veela replied with force. Then turning back to her aggressors she launched them the fiercest glare she could muster. "Aren't you ze worst excuzes of wizards; needing to be in a group of twenty to overcome two schoolgirls?" she said with distaste; a sneer deforming her gorgeous face. "I have never encountered more pitiful men zan you!"
"Shut it, bitch!" one of the men cried out, pointing his wand toward her in anger. And just as he was going to launch a curse to teach the little French good manners, a wave of her allure hit him like a freight train and without knowing it, one of his comrades fell from his wand.
"Now!" Fleur cried out, as commanding another of her foes she started a fight, creating chaos among them.
As the group of Death Eaters fought among themselves under the angry eyes of their leader, Caroline and Gabrielle rapidly ran from the scene, leaving Fleur alone. After the last one of the dark mages fell down, unconscious, their leader cried out in even more anger for being outmaneuvered by a young witch! Turning in the direction of the two running girls that were still visible in the distance, a dark snarl escaped him as he cried out: "Reap what you saw, little sod!"
Time seeming to slow down, Fleur saw with horror the formation of the sickly green color of the killing curse on the tip of the man's wand. He was going to kill Gabrielle! Her sister would die because of her stubbornness; because of her incompetence. And just as the curse was leaving the wand, she raised her hand toward him and cried out: "No!", before generating the strongest wave of allure she had ever produced in her young life. Under the sudden tug of magic, the man's arm jerked to the side, veering the course of the spell from her sister, but hurling it to a new target, her…
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Auror Nymphadora Tonks cursed under her breath as she slid to the side, evading a dark curse, before counterattacking with a chain of spells. Those Death Eaters were starting to become a real threat. For the last year, more and more raids were carried out by the dark wizards, causing numerous deaths and countless injuries. The followers of the Dark Lord were rising in numbers and it was a very bad sign for the Ministry and Wizarding World as a whole. The damned anti-apparition ward around the park used to host the Quidditch Word Cup was really crippling; and fighting foes three times more numerous in numbers wasn't an easy task on itself.
Jumping back to escape the cutting curse, she redirected a banisher to one of the Death Eaters before a shimmering shield materialized behind her, protecting her from the curse that was sure to leave her crippled. Her heart beating with great speed, she twirled around, thanking in her head whatever deity that was watching over her.
"Be careful, Auror Tonks." A man stated behind her, in a disturbing double voice; an annoyingly familiar voice. "It would be very unfortunate to damage this beautiful face of yours." The man continued, his voice now coming from her right. The man himself, true to his usual tactics, was invisible.
"You don't even know what my real face look like, Crow." She replied, a smirk forming on her visage as she disarmed another Death Eater. "For all you know, I may be an ugly fat witch."
"Please, my dear Nymphadora, no descendant of the Noble and Ancient House of Black would ever be ugly, as you say." His voice echoed around her, as suddenly four Death Eaters smashed to the ground, rendered incapable of fighting anymore. They were not only bound by unbreakable chains, but every sinew of their arms and legs were severed, putting them out of any fight for the foreseeable future.
Out of a sudden, Tonks felt a gentle hand around her slim waist before she was twirled to the side, getting from the way of two killing curses. Not a moment later the two wizards that had tried to end her life were sent away with a bone shattering spell. And under the incredulous eyes of the pink haired witch, the last of the dark wizards fell to the ground, no sign of any magic and no light particles from any spell. That was how Crow worked; he was undetectable, his magic was unblockable and he disappeared long before anyone had a chance to talk to him. Strangely enough, Tonks was the exception among the Aurors. Her coworkers put it on the fact that she was an attractive young woman, but she knew it was something else.
"Tonks!" a grouchy voice exclaimed behind her, as she heard sounds of many steps. Turning around she saw her mentor, accompanied by a few elites from the Ministry, all holding their wands at the ready. "Are you alright?" Alastor Moody asked with the smallest hints of worry in his voice.
"Yeah…" Nymphadora replied with a sigh, her heartbeat finally returning to normal.
"Well, I have to say I'm impressed by your prowess, Auror Tonks." Lord Weasley said with a gentle smile on his face. "Fifteen Death Eaters all by yourself, is no small feat."
"Ah, yeah, well, I wasn't alone…I got some help…"
"Help from whom? I don't see anyone else here." Minister Fudge remarked with a frown.
"A…friend." Tonks replied with an awkward smile as she looked around, trying to pinpoint the mysterious wizard that had saved her life at least three times this night.
"Lord Weazley, I'm sorry, but we have no time! We ztill haven't found my daughterz." One of the men interjected suddenly.
"Yes, of course, Lord Delacour." Arthur replied with a nod. "Do you still feel the tug in that direction?"
"If zose damnable Anti-apparition wards weren't zere, I wouldn't be so worried!" Sebastian Delacour replied with anger. "My daughter can defend herself, but even she can't take one on an army of zose evil wizard. I shouldn't have allowed her to stay ze night here!" he continued with fury. "Ze many problems in France were already enough, wizout adding all zis!"
"Calm down, Sebastian." Fudge said with a soothing voice. "So, can you feel her?"
"I don't-…yes!" Lord Delacour exclaimed suddenly. "Yes, I felt her allure just now! She must be fighting! Hurry!" he continued, starting to run north-east.
With a nod to Moody, Tonks started to follow the French wizard when she felt a rapid displacement of air to her side. With a resigned sigh, a smile formed on her face as she trailed the mysterious Crow.
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Time seemed to have stopped for Fleur, as she saw the deadly green curse approach her, bringing with it, her death. She was going to die here and now, but at least she had protected Gabrielle and Caroline from the same fate. Her death would give them the necessary time to flee from that monster of a man. And when the curse was only a feet from her, she felt like a freight train had collided with her, launching her backward with tremendous force, before she crashed to the ground with a ragged breath, her chest hurting like crazy. But what it ultimately did was save her from the Avada Kedavra.
Still not understanding what had happened, she opened her eyes and looked around, breathing with difficulty. The silhouette of a man stood over her, his dark form covered by a cloak hiding the Death Eater from her view.
"Crow!" she heard the dark wizard cry out with fury.
"I've warned you, Avery…" The newcomer said with a frightening double voice. "…that you won't leave our next meeting unscathed."
"Damn you to hell, Crow! I will kill you and our Lord will reward me greatly once he returns, for slaying the damned Ghost!" the now named Avery replied with anger.
"We'll see…" was all Fleur heard from the man next to her, before he vanished from sight. Not even a second later, Avery crumbled to the ground with a cry of pain, holding his bleeding stump, that a moment ago was his arm. Reappearing before the downed Death Eater, the man delivered him a strong hook to the face, rendering him unconscious.
Slowly rising to her knees, the French witch watched as the man turned around. He was tall, nearly completely covered by dark black fabric, resembling feathers from a bird. His face adorned a crow mask, giving him an ominous look. Her better than normal vision, granted to her from her heritage, allowed Fleur to see his piercing emerald-green eyes that reminded her about the killing curse that had nearly taken her life away.
"Fleur!" she heard suddenly, as sounds of steps reverberated to her side. "Fleur are you alright?!" It was the voice of her father! Turning away from the mysterious man, she glanced at the arriving group; her father was running toward her, Gabi and Caroline at his sides, all of them followed by a troop of wizards and a pink haired witch.
"Yes, papa. I'm okay." She replied with a strained smile, as he gave her a hug. "How are you?" she asked her little sister, giving the blonde a hug of her own. The small Veela vigorously nodded, snuggling to her sister's side, tears falling from her eyes. "Merci, Caro."
"I…don't force me to leave your side ever again, Fleur. Promise me." Caroline whispered trying her hardest to not shed tears in front of so many people.
"I promise." She replied with a smile. "Where iz that man, papa?" she continued, looking around them.
"What man, dear?" Sebastian inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"I…I don't know. He saved me from ze killing curse and fought zat Avery wizard lying zere." She replied, pointing toward the man with the missing right arm. "He had on a mask, but the dark wizard called him 'Crow'." She explained, still looking around as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the said man.
"Did you say, Crow? Are you sure?" Cornelius Fudge asked, approaching the French witch.
"That's what he called him. But I can see ze resemblance." Fleur replied with a strong voice, her cold attitude finally coming back. "He seemed to vanish into thin air, and produced magic wizout light particles."
"That's definitely Crow." Alastor said, his magical eyes spinning at an alarming rate, as if trying to find the Ghost.
"It's him, Minister. He was the one that helped with my fight." Tonks intervened with a smirk. "That man is a beast, I tell you. Someone like him in our ranks would increase our chances by a great margin."
"I was under the impression that working with Aurors wasn't to his liking." Lucius Malfoy said, raising a delicate blond eyebrow.
"Everyone can be persuaded." The pink haired witch replied with a sly smirk.
"Minister! Every Death Eater was dealt with. The area is clear!"
"Thank you Shacklebolt." Fudge replied with a nod. "In that case, Ladies, Gentlemen, please let us leave this dreadful place and return to our families that I'm sure, are worried sick."
"Don't worry, Cornelius. The Cup was successful, and like everything successful that attracts woe, we weren't an exception." Lord Weasley said with a smile, squeezing the Minister's shoulder.
"Thank you, Arthur."
"Let's go, Fleur." Sebastian said with an exhausted smile. Nodding to her father, she followed the group away from the scene, as Aurors took care of the downed Death Eaters, with one name in her mind: 'Crow'.
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AN: Say what you thought about it guys!
See you!
Zegeth