My First fanfic. Opinions, hints and tips are always appreciated.
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and her publishers.

She was smart. No matter what most people said, no matter how many claimed she was insane,
Bellatrix Lestrange was far from stupid.
She came from the noble house of Black, and would not let her family down.
Unfortunately, she did.

Everything happened in a blur. Lots and lots of money was spend on getting her out of Azkaban.
Her lord was gone, the once so noble house of Black 's name was tarnished, everything went to hell.
So Bella in all her insanity decided to do in what she excelled the most. Killing.

It didn't took long to find the famous Harry Potter. She snorted.
'How could someone like this, a child, take down the dark lord?' With her wand ready and the full intension on blood she went in. And she certainly wasn't prepared for what she found.

"A cupboard?, they keep their nephew in a cupboard under the stairs?" Bellatrix whispered in a tone of half-amusement and half in disdain. And they call us heartless.
She crept in the house and soon came eye to eye with the young boy.

And for the first time in her life, Bellatrix could not kill. It were his eyes, she decided.

Both so full of life and yet at the same time so empty.

"Harry, just imagine if you have a veela as a wife, you would gain so much respect!" Bellatrix beamed proudly at her adopted son. They were both currently walking through the hallway of the Black Manor, which Bellatrix had built and designed with the help of Harry.
after all, to restore the honor of the Black family a proper house was one of the basics.
"Forget honor, you'll live for the rest of your life with a smile on your face!" Sirius, his well-meaning but childish godfather wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "They say sex with a veela is like heaven." He looked dreamily far in the distance. Harry just signed. He just knew they would both react as they did when he told them about Fleur Delacour, one of the many girl that arrived from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts to participate in the Tri-Wizard tournament.

The moment he met Fleur he knew she was something special, and was immediately drawn to her.

Not like all the one-brain-celled teenage boys in 50 mile radius, but more level –headed.

And her curious stare had barely left his silhouette.

"Harry can not sleep with her yet!" his mother raised her hands dramatically.

And here we go….

"Dammit Sirius have you not paid any attention to the lessons you had when we were little!"

He signed, "Bella-" she wouldn't have any of it. "A proper pure-blood marriage demands from the woman that she is a virgin! She gives absolute and complete loyalty to her husband! Both body and soul. We learned those things Sirius!" "Guys-" Harry tried. "Oh come one dear cousin, everybody knows that almost no woman is a virgin on her honeymoon night. Harry deserves some fun."

Sirius winked at him. "He can claim her but only-" she signed and turned to Harry.

"I don't know why I even bother to learn him the proper way, he has always been an airhead" a loud protest was heard from Sirius that made Harry grin, but his mother ignored him.

"Harry claiming a veela would be fantastic, and luckily for you there will be no awkward rituals to find out if she's still unclaimed, as veela only mate once in their life." She kept on ranting about status and how proud everyone would be should he marry a veela.

The moment he wrote his mother and godfather about Fleur at the start of his fourth year, he was overloaded with information. Most of Sirius's his letters were about how good shagging one would be, and congratulating his little boy on his achievement an how he had grown up. Fortunately his mothers were slightly more educating.

Apparently veela, unlike wizards, had no difference in blood.
A veela's transformation would only complete if she mated with her mate. A veela has only one mate and would do anything for him or her, everything else comes in second. The mate and his or her wishes always come first. It naturally isn't possible to hurt their mate in any way.
Claims have been made that a veela would become even more beautiful and possess even more power when it has mated. However, not much is known about it.

In wizard society, especially in the pure-blood's veela are viewed with high regard and having one as mate, well, that would only mean more power.
Harry signed, no wonder his mother was so proud of him having a veela.

There weren't any indications that Fleur liked him romantically though. They only spoke.
For hours and hours. What was an achievement. As she spoke to no one else and only sneered at all boys daring to come close. With the exception of Harry of course.
She probably didn't want to scare him away. Like that would happen.

Harry did notice how she would lean his way when they walked together or sat next to each other.
how she would glare at any girl who would dare to look his way, the slight blush that only Harry could accomplish with just staring in her eyes. Oh yeah, she had it bad.

'And what about the Weasleys?' Bellatrix stopped walking and turned around
"Those filthy blood traitors?" Sirius sighed and raised one eyebrow.
"It appears that girl fancies me, mother" Harry smiled slightly. "SHE WHAT!" and there she went on a rampage. "Harry, is there a reason for you to try and give Bella dear a heart attack?" Sirius asked amused. "Certainly, they are still a pure blood family, and I may be able to 'convert' some of the more talented children. " His mother paused and looked at him with a smile.
"And I think that Ginny is going to be quite the stunner in a few years." Sirius barked a laugh and slapped him on the shoulder while Bellatrix smiled even more.
ranting once again. "Just imagine; Saving pure blood children from their horrible lost parents."
"You would gain so much respect!"

/Welcome to the Madhouse/