AN: I've recently taken a liking to Harry/Fleur fanfics after reading His Angel by durararaaa and Harry Potter and the Veela by Z-bond, so I decided that I'd write my own. So, here it is, I guess, The Return
Prologue
It was a cold Saturday evening, and the wind was whistling aimlessly through the bare trees. A large group of men and women, about 20 in all, were standing in a seemingly rehearsed formation around a young man in a large meeting hall of an enormous house situated in a clearing of a large forest. The young man looked to be in his early twenties, and seemed very handsome, with light blond hair, chiseled muscled features, and striking black eyes. The man wore a serious expression on his face, and his eyes conveyed that it was a serious gathering that they were there for. Each of the surrounding men were wearing some sort of uniform. Every uniform was pitch black except for the insignia: some red, some green, some blue, and some yellow. Green stood for foreign affairs, red stood for domestic affairs, yellow stood for scientific research, and no one but the three blue members knew what blue stood for. The men in that circle were the most important men in the Australian magical community.
"Green team, Report," the man in the center said.
"Lord Valamyre," one of the men wearing green said. "We bring news from the American magical community. They have finally figured out how to use Muggle technology in magical environments. However, they are not sharing the news with the common people. They fear that the use of Muggle technology will debase their entire magical government."
"Hmm. They may be right on that respect, but the American magical government is crap. Find out more of what they have done with Muggle technology, Drakat" Lord Valamyre said.
"I will, my lord," Drakat said. "Additionally, the tri-wizard tournament held between the three major European magical schools has bore four champions."
"Four champions," Lord Valamyre mused.
"Yes. Apparently they are in some sort of uproar as one of the slips of paper that came out of the tri-wizard cup held a name of someone who had been presumed dead for several years now. Additionally, one bore the name of an under-aged wizard. Even stranger: they are siblings." Drakat said.
"Interesting. Might I know their names?" Valamyre asked.
"Alan and Harry Potter," Drakat informed. A brief look of surprise passed across Valamyre's face before fading away. A similar response flickered across every member of the blue team.
"Very well. Any additional news?" Valamyre asked.
"No, sir," Drakat said.
"Dismissed. Red team, report," Valamyre asserts.
"My lord," a woman wearing red repeated. "There are no problems to report with the Australian magical community. Things are going well, as always. Profits are up, prices are down, everyone's happy."
"Excellent," Valamyre intoned. "Yellow team, report,"
An old and wise looking man stepped forward, saying "We believe that we have found a cure for forced lycanthropy. It will be long and complicated, of course, but the cure is in sights. Additionally, we have developed new fighting technology that combines wand magic with Muggle firearms. Normally, bullets can easily be shielded against by magic, correct."
"Correct," Valamyre said.
"Yes, well we have found a way to imbue bullets with magic. This will make them magic resistant, and it will take much more magical energy to shield against a bullet." he said.
"Excellent. Continue your research, yellow team. Good work as always. You are all dismissed. I will have some business to take care of, and I do not know how long it will take. Allan will be in charge until I get back." Valamyre said. A gruff member of the blue team nodded back. "Blue team, stay. The rest of you will be meeting with Allan next Saturday. If you need to report something urgent to me, call or text me, as always."
All but three of the men and women apparated off, leaving the circle. The blue team, two men and a woman, stayed back. Immediately, Valamyre changed shape into a black-haired man with striking green eyes without losing all of the muscles on his body. "So, blue team, you all heard the news," Valamyre said.
"Of course, my lord. Apparently the English magical government believes that you have now been roped into a magical contract in which you must participate in three tasks of the judges' choosing or lose your magic. They are all frantically looking for you," a tall and elderly looking man said.
"Don't they know that it's impossible to make a magical contract without the participant's approval, Zephyr?" Valamyre asked.
"They believe that the Goblet of Fire is some sort of old magical artefact that doesn't follow those rules," Zephyr replied.
"Interesting. Well, why not humor them." Valamyre said.
"You cannot mean what I think you mean," the woman said.
"Well, why not, Anna?" he asked.
"You are too valuable, my lord. You saved Australia, and you must rule it." she said.
"Oh, I think Allan is perfectly capable of ruling in my stead. Besides, my people are fine without me. Now that Alexander is gone, the Australian people can live in peace without my interference. But the UK, France, Russia, the Americas, they all need major governmental changes. It's time that Australia came out of its shell, and now we have the perfect scout. As a tri-wizard champion, I will be able to navigate Hogwarts, learning all about the country and how to deal with it. When I ultimately win the tournament, I can 'decide' to stay there, and with my power, I will soon be able to take it over from the inside. If we can capture and change UK, other magical countries will soon follow. Then I can reveal myself as ruler of Australia, and once our standard of living is globalized, we can re-open worldwide trade. We were going to do this anyways, now we'll be doing it quicker." Valamyre said.
"But you could get hurt," Anna desperately cried.
"Oh please," Valamyre said. "Do you really think that I would get hurt from English wizards. Maybe if I took off my amulet and they got a lucky shot, but there's no way that I'm taking this thing off," he said, patting a small spherical object attached directly to his chest. The string used to hold it there was ornamental; the amulet had actually fused into his flesh.
"But-" Anna said, before being cut off.
"I hate to do this, but I must for the good of the world. I must take up an identity that I had given up many years ago. I must go to the British Isles as Harry Potter." Valamyre said.
"But my lord, what about your family?" Allan asked.
"They are not my family. Dealing with those scum is a small price to pay for reforming the wizarding world. Australia is not enough, I will not limit myself to just fixing Australia. The world has serious problems, problems that need to be fixed, and I am the man to fix them." Valamyre said.
The most respected and loved wizard in all of Australia walked out of the meeting room in order to ponder his next course of events.
This is a different Harry, and this chapter was just the prologue, so it was purposefully short and purposefully did not reveal much about Harry's past. Later chapters will be 4000-10000 words.