A word from the Writer:

This is my 1st fanfic and as such I hope you all enjoy it ;) But if you don't then that's just too bad… Nothing much I can do about that. So don't read it. Anyway I chose to do my story around Fleur and a special someone (I don't want to give it away just yet…but by part 4 it should be clear) because not so many people wrote about it…And HP/DM x OW/PW etc. had way too many… But I think I may do one about them later on if people really take a liking to this story.

On the story:

Further more my chapters a broken up and called parts cause I like it better that way…While the story started off rather short. It has become longer over time. Thanks for reading and enjoy

Oh yea less I forget:

Fleur, Harry, and all the other characters are part of the Harry Potter books and copy write to J. K. Rowling.

Take care

Pixie Pop Rock Dye

And now for the story…

The Blooming of Night & Day

Part1. Fleur in full bloom:

Oh the lovely flower that she was… Fleur, Fleur Delacour was beautiful, strong, smart, and to top it all off part Veela. In a few days she'd be 18 and start the most important task of her life. Find her mate! For many months now Fleur had been feeling kind…kind of…off… The changes were slow then a lil more glow in the eyes slightly redder lips. You know little things mostly. But now that her birthday was so close… The changes were coming on too fast. So Madam Pomfrey Hogwarts school head nurse put her to bed rest.

Fleur didn't take well to the bed rest though. Her mind was swimming with thoughts that she didn't fully understand day and night. When she did fall asleep it was only to wake with a chill going down her back. As she remembered the long dream which had all too quickly faded away.

It had been the same dream for months. She would see herself standing nude with that long almost silver blond mass of hair weaving itself around the lighter half of her. She was in a garden at the peck of midnight surrounded by tons of different flowers. As a silky full moon hung above in a star lit sky no clouds in sight. So taking with the beauty of this a smile found its way to her face. No sooner did her smile come that it went away.

As her eyes widened with fear she watched as each and ever star fell to the ground with a thundering crash. Nothing but the moon stood above her now. But that was changed when huge dark gray clouds cover all the viable sky leaving it black. Fleur wanted to run and hide or anything to get away. But it was as if her body was frozen to that very spot…

How she wished she could move just an inch. Tears ran down her face as powerfully bright light cut through the darkness like a sword. It seemed to be some kind of spiraling circle and when it hit the ground the earth shook and broke under it. Sending bits of rock of all sizes flying. All this and Fleur could only watch in horror. She cursed the gods that she didn't have her wand to fight with and that she couldn't even move a leg so that she could try and get away. Why oh why was she naked?

Then the spiral of light slowed and came to a stop. A figure appeared where the light had met the ground. As it walked closer to where Fleur was. She could see it was just as bright as the light that came before it. This person had long hair that flowed around them and covered its face and most of it body except its naked legs.

The person's hair was red as a flame and bright as the sun. In fact this person whom ever they were had become the only light in this darkened garden. Even as she feared for her life Fleur felt like she knew this person some how. Regaining the use of her legs again Fleur found herself walking closer to the very person that was coming her way.

Now the two bodies were but a few steps away from each other. Fleur noticed the person in front of her mouth moving trying to say something yet no words came out. That was how the dream went always the same with only the ending changing. Fleur reaching out her hands to the other or trying to ask what they were saying. She'd wake before a reply of any kind was given with the question why. If it had not been the first day of the weekend Fleur might have stayed in bed another hour or so.

But it was Saturday and she had to get ready for a meeting of sorts. With a sigh she rolled out of bed her feet hitting the cold dark green carp of the floor. The room was large with soft peach painted walls. A king sized bed sat in the middle of the room. A fireplace was on one of the walls with two old world chairs in front of it. A large window across from that was letting in the morning light.

As she walked across the room her long dark blue silk night gown made waves with the bit of warm morning air that hit it. Slowly she moved over to her wardrobe while trying to shake away the sleep that still hugged her tight. It was quite an old wardrobe her mother had given her before going off to Bowbartes her 1st year.

It sat on the far side of her room. Casting a dark shadow upon the floor as it stood 7 feet from head to toe. Surrounded in black cherry wood with a lovely soled gold leaf print bending and twisting it way round the whole thing. As to large carvings of young women sat on the far side of each of its two doors. They were painted though the paint had chipped away with time leavening only a fairy thin crust. But they were still just as beautiful and Fleur thought that the old bright paint gave it even more "character".

The young women liked to move their arms in a foreign dance way. They would change the direction their faces went for time to time but not the rest of their bodies. In between them was an old mirror with a bite of the gold leaf just at the edges. There was no handle to the doors but it did have an old rusted heart shaped lock for which there was no key.

As Fleur stood in front of the doors it cast its shadow over her. One of the women said "password?" Fleur replied "wine roses" in Frenchthen the other women said "enter". The lock came undone and the doors creped open. Had she been sharing a room with someone she would have been worried that the sound might wake them.

But when she 1st started to change the teachers agreed it'd be better for her if she had her own room. After about an hour and a half Fleur picked out an off pale green lager round neck thin long sleeved cotton shirt with a design of a black dragon twist round the right arm.

A plan black belt, washed gray designer jeans from Italy, and black steel toe shoes that looked more like boots with so many bucks on them. After she was washed and changed she pulled her long hair back with a bit of black ribbon. It was ten minutes to 12pm so Fleur went back to her bed picked up her wand and left for Hogwarts headmaster's office.

And that's all for now...Check back later for more ;) pixie