A/N I decided that I didn't like where the story was going and am rewriting it. Please tell me what you think. Constructive criticism will be much appreciated. The stuff in italics is taken from the movie.

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Prologue

Already an intimidating man, an angry Monsieur Delacour is not someone anyone wants to cross. This is especially true for those who hurt his family. Storming into Hogwarts' hospital wing, the glare once directed toward the object of his eldest daughter's affections, softened into a concerned expression after seeing his teary eyed daughter.

Who was the person to cause all this pain, you ask? Only Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, of course! But the story doesn't start here. No, this is where the story ends, because Harry Potter is now dead.

Harry Potter was in unimaginable pain. After destroying the diary, he started to succumb to the agony that the basilisk venom caused and it was immense. As he felt himself slipping into darkness, a trill came from next to him. Drops of some kind of liquid dripped onto his injured arm and slowly he felt himself being pulled away from the darkness and the pain began to fade. Opening his eyes, he looked over to see Fawkes, the Headmasters' phoenix crying onto his wound. What had once been a gaping hole in his arm was now a jagged scar.

"Thank you," he whispered to Fawkes who only looked at him sadly. "But it wasn't enough was it? I'm still going to die?" It wasn't a question even though it was phrased like one. Harry could still feel the effects the basilisk venom had on him. The phoenix tears were working to counter it but they just weren't enough. There was too much venom already in his system and the tears could only delay the inevitable. Now Harry had to decide on what to do, he could continue on like nothing had happened and when the venom destroyed him, that would be the end, or he could try to find a cure. Although he did not know how much time he had to find a cure and did not want to waste the remaining time he had locked away, studying. One thing was clear though, he could not tell anyone of what was happening. This was his problem to deal with, and his alone. It would be better if no one had to suffer along with him. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Ginny Weasley stir behind him. Blinking, she sat up and turned to look at him.

"Harry. It was me, but I swear, I didn't mean to! Riddle made me! Are you hurt?" The last part came as she saw all the blood on his robe.

"Don't worry. Fawkes here healed me with his phoenix tears, I'm just fine," Harry didn't like lying but it had to be done; he refused to let anyone else know his secret.

"All right, let's get out of here, why don't we?" he suggested as he got up, trying to keep from wincing at the slight pain caused as he moved, and helped her up as well. She blushed when he took her hand and he stifled a groan. He had hoped she would be over her little crush by now.

The leaving feast was over and they were now boarding the train to go home, well the Dursley's for him. No one had suspected that anything was wrong with him and that was just how he wanted it. He didn't want the pitying stares that would most likely accompany the news should anyone find out. As he took a look back at Hogwarts, Harry hoped it would not be his last.

A/N Thanks for reading and giving this story a chance. This will be Harry/Fleur and will skip to Harry's 4th year in the first chapter. Most 3rd year events will remain the same, but there will be slight differences. Please be patient with updates as school has taken over my life and I find that I do not have much free time. Thank you to all the readers who have waited for so long. Reviews and feedback are much appreciated!