A/N: Hi there readers, the plot is still in process. I'm not the best at plot writing. I'm just on a Fleurmione bender and can't stop myself. lol.
France 1990
He looked at the young girl and knew her future would be full of brilliance and of pain. Hermione Granger didn't know she would become a powerful witch with her life in constant, necessary danger. Albus Dumbledore held her burden in his soft eyes, as he did with Harry, her future friend.
"Hermione, there is cinnamon toast and milk at the table."
Her glare was stern. "But I want my parents."
"They will always be with you." He tapped her heart. "In here, Hermione."
"That's not good enough," she announced with crossed arms.
"That is true, my dear." Dumbledore could already see in her eyes what a strong force she will become. He took hold of her shoulder and steered her to the table where a quiet, blonde teen was sipping her tea.
"Fleur, I'd like to introduce you to Hermione. I believe your mother told you of the new arrangements."
"Yes, she has. Allo, Hermione."
"Hi." Hermione unhappy, but polite, took her seat.
Dumbledore smiled at the pair. "Now, Hermione, Fleur leaves for her school tomorrow. But I'm sure you'll grow acquainted during her holiday breaks. Right Fleur?"
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. I think we will."
Fleur had already been prepped for this conversation. She knew that Hermione would become a witch like her. After an important but vague conversation, she had agreed to switch schools when the time came for Hermione to go to Hogwarts. She knew she couldn't tell Hermione this and stared in frustrated wonder at the brown-haired girl. How important she must be if it was now her job to keep an eye on her! And what bad times must be coming…
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Hogwarts 1991
Fleur understood that she once she was at Hogwarts Professor Dumbledore wanted Hermione's other friendships to naturally progress. It wasn't very hard being that Fleur was two years older. Logically, they would have different interests and friends. What confused her most was why she was needed to keep an eye on Hermione when Hogwarts was filled with powerful adult witches. When she confronted Dumbledore, as usual he was clever and vague.
"Fleur, I know your role is confusing. I will say this: Professor Trelawney made a prediction many years ago concerning a future conflict and the necessity of Hermione's role."
"Professor, pardon my brashness, but that part was explained to me when I was twelve. You still haven't explained my role in this."
"I see. Well, this is the nature of divination, Fleur. It's ambiguous and powerful. And we can only play with it so much. My action of moving Hermione to your home was not interference but an interpretation."
"Have you interpreted my role?"
"Not exactly."
A portrait of an old man giggled and Fleur could have sworn she saw Dumbledore's eyes twinkle with amusement. She narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath."Thank you professor. I will take me leave now." She turned quickly. Before she was out the door she heard him say,"Take heart, Fleur Delacour." Then he added quietly, "in all things."
