A.N: Hello ladies and gentlemen, thanks for reading the story. Um, here is a new chapter, leave a review if you want. Tell me what you think because this is another side of the story. Yes it'll be a bit cliched to start but I'm hoping to drift a way soon. Enjoy.

Chapter 2

[1994, France, Château Delacour]

Dominique Delacour was a powerful man, with his height of 6' 4" and his firm frame, he easily intimidated by sight alone. His blond hair on his light skinned, toned face and hard amber eyes gave him an aristocratic look, one which to others looked unreadable, expressionless, but very much handsome. Add in his magical ability and dueling capabilities from his time as a French Auror, and you had one very intimidating Head of the International Relations Department.

Dominique, however, was not feeling so intimidating, he felt a little weary at the moment. He sat there in his office a glass of whiskey sat on his desk as he contemplated the news he knew he would have to tell his family. His thoughts however were interrupted when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in,"

The oak furnished door opened to reveal his wife Apolline and her sister Catherine. The two most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Apolline with her long silvery hair neatly braided falling over her shoulder and down to her stomach. Her face was that of ethereal beauty with high cheekbones and a bright smile and sparkling blue eyes, her body able to make any woman alive fall to envy with the way her large bust thinned into a taut stomach only to widened to encompass her hips and large squeezable arse. Light alabaster skin that seemed to glow, he knew from experience that her skin was amongst the smoothest things in the world and had an inner warmth that drew you closer. Catherine was similar, she was tanned and had a similar but more athletic body to her. Her milky brown hair fell around her face framing her seductive lips and luscious grey eyes, her walk reminiscent of a feline stalking its prey, graceful and alluring.

Catherine had moved into their home shortly after the birth of her daughter at the age of sixteen, now she was of thirty-three years of age. Catherine was younger than both her sister and Dominique who were forty-two and forty respectively. Her daughter Isabelle was only a few months younger than Dominique's oldest daughter Fleur both having turned seventeen already. While the youngest of the family was a young Gabrielle she was eight years-old and full of fire and energy. And all the woman shared one thing in common, they were all full-blooded Veela.

"Dom, you called for us? What's the matter you seem rather stressed." said his lovely wife.

"Yes, she's right. You look like someone kicked your puppy. Care to explain?" Catherine's voice brimming with curiosity.

It's not every day that Dominique looked so worn down and stressed, normally he was able to keep a rather tight lid on his emotions thanks to his Occlumency training. Today though he was planning on how to break the news to his family.

"Dear, are the girls coming?"

"Yes, they should be on their way, Fleur and Catherine were studying outside we left Gabby in her room."

Dominique nodded thoughtfully and waited for the two girls. A couple minutes later and both girls knocked on the door before stepping through, Fleur with her ever expressionless and beautiful mask, cold eyes that only ever softened around family. Her body was a subject of envy for teens and woman, while not as curvy and full as her mother's, it was more so than many women. Fleur followed after him in mind, intelligence and was very hardworking; however, her magical ability remained focused not in dueling and such but in classroom type settings. She was able to defend herself, she just lacked natural talent in the area of defense. Isabelle was the exact opposite, her magical capabilities were much better than Fleur's, she was Beauxbaton's dueling champion two years in a row. She looked a lot like her mother, part of being Veela was that the female genetic is much more powerful than the male's as such only full-blooded female Veela existed however male Veela were considered half or quarter Veela.

"Sit, please."

As the girls sat down in the arm chairs in front of his desk Dominique was mentally preparing himself for this discussion. He took a deep breath before turning to his desk and pulling out a few letters. One from the Bank and two others from his British and Bulgarian Departmental counterparts. He glanced at them quickly before laying them out on his desk in front of the women. Fleur's eyebrow rose slightly in a questioning glance before leaning forward along with the other three and skimming through them.

"A couple years ago plans for the reformation of the Tri-Wizard Tournament were started. It was agreed, with Britain becoming the location for the tournament, specifically Hogwarts. The idea was started then placed on hold and it had stayed rather quiet for some time. However, when the British lost for the qualifiers for the Quidditch World Cup they suffered an enormous loss in popularity. As such magical Britain's ego, or more specifically the British Magical Minister's ego, was damaged and they decided to bring back full scale the idea of the tournament." He paused to see if they were following what he had said and continued at their signal,

"The plan was quickly accepted a few months ago and preparations were made, this coming school year Hogwarts will host the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the three participating schools will be Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. This will require for all fifteen through seventeen year olds to travel there to compete in various tournaments, and attend classes."

"I'm sorry father, but apart from being a rather stressful amount of work for you there must be another reason for you calling us here?" Fleur had always been a naturally curious person, as such her interruption wasn't surprising.

"Yes you're right. The matter is I realized with both you and Isabelle leaving to Britain this school year, I needed to either contract bodyguards or not let either of you go there. I say this because Britain is currently feels very strongly in terms of anti-magical beings, creatures, women and muggleborn. You would both be in at least triple the danger from bigoted people there than here. However, if my next bit of news gets to the public, well there is very little I can do for your safety."

He placed his elbows on the table and his head in his hands before continuing. His wife gave a slight gasp as she looked at the bank's letter. He looked up to her shocked face, he spoke.

"I went to the goblin bank Gringotts and asked for a full audit of the vaults. They came back to me a couple days ago and told me they discovered an unfulfilled contract. The contract was between the Heir to the House of Delacour and the House of Potter. I thought it might've been the alliance contract signed by my great grandparents and it was. However, it wasn't just a contract for alliance, no, it turns out they signed a marriage contract between the two heirs." Here the gasps came from all the women and he ploughed forward his eyes firmly on the desk before him so he wouldn't lose his nerve.

"It hadn't been activated since then because there have only been male heirs to both lines. The contract was essentially unnecessary. Until you, Fleur, were born, that day the magic decided it was time. The contract activated and sadly it requires your marriage with Heir Potter before the youngest participant's seventeenth birthday." He paused slightly to allow himself to finish, a deep breath and he continued.

"Um… Heir Potter turns of age in three years. Should one party not comply a blood feud is called and both heir's magic is lost. I spent the rest of my time searching for a way out, there is none. I'm SO sorry sweetie."

Dominique glanced up to see the shock and slight horror on their faces. To have to force their own family and blood into a marriage not just with someone younger but with someone none of them knew? At the threat of Fleur losing her magic and face at the call of a blood feud?

Fleur for her part was taking this rather well despite everything. Oh her mind was in shock, her married not just to someone she never met but to someone younger and likely to be arrogant and unable to deal with her allure? That's worse than she ever expected.

She looked back down at the files before her. She knew that those couldn't be faked. The Gringotts seal was impossible to falsify. In actuality she was much more worried about how her life would be spent trapped in a possible loveless marriage. She had known that there was a chance of her father signing a contract in her name. It was a possibility for all the women in the wizarding world and a sad reality to face.

She looked up towards her father before sighing and standing up. Her emotions kept hidden. "I will go for a walk; I seem to need time to process this." She made her way out of the office her family looking on in sympathy. Her last look of her father was of his head falling into his hands in defeat.

{Britain, 1994}

Fleur sneered at another idiot that was drooling at her and her family as they walked upwards towards the Top Box of the Quidditch Stadium. Her father had changed his mind about different seating and had gotten them tickets to watch the Quidditch World Cup between Bulgaria and Ireland. It was supposed to be a riveting match, yet Fleur wasn't too excited. She rather preferred just flying on a broom, unlike her cousin and sister. Those two absolutely loved the sport and watched it avidly whenever they go to a game. Which is why Fleur was here dealing with so many drooling buffoons that were men and various jealous petty women.

They finally reached the Top Box before they sat down near the top of the area, away from the crowd of British magicals near the bottom edge. She watched the family of flaming redheads talk to each other animatedly, her eyes wandering from the redheads to the pudgy man in a bowler hat who was speaking with a family of three blondes. The male's eyes looked cruel and cold, his charming smile however was very well kept. A rather beautiful woman stood at his right while the final member, a young boy, that held a smug, arrogant grin stood to the older man's left.

She watched their interaction for a few seconds before looking back towards the redheads. Her eyes latching onto the different set of hair colors amongst the mass of flaming gingers. A girl with long bushy brown hair, while she wasn't incredible in the looks department, the girl was… rather decent. She had an obvious and stereotypical intellect look to herself. A bookworm if the book she carried with her was anything to go by. Then there was the boy with dark raven black hair, an untamable looking mess, with long strands falling to his eyebrows and framing his face. A dark and intimidating look to him.

She watched the boy as he looked around his bright green emerald eyes constantly moving, narrowed. She watched him glance up in her family's direction, she waited for his eyes to become unfocused and to show the lust and disgusting emotions all other men showed. She watched as his eyes fell first upon her father, the boy seemed to size him up before moving to her mother, her eyes began narrowing in disgust waiting for the looks, only for the boy to move past her and onto her aunt, and onto her cousin, lastly her little sister. Here his eyes softened at her before again moving forward. His eyes met hers and she stared directly into his eyes. She watched as his eyes narrowed even further, watching, calculating. Then he moved onwards his eyes falling onto the pitch again.

Her entire body paused and radiated surprise. The boy had completely ignored her allure! Not just hers, but her mother's, Aunt's and cousin's as well! She sat there utterly befuddled by the boy's actions. Full grown men had rarely ever been able to fight off the allure but this boy acted as if it wasn't even there. Even more curious was the way he looked at them, calculating them. Almost as he was trying to discern a threat and had found none in them. She turned to look at her family and could see the carefully concealed surprise and intrigue in their eyes as well, all of them looking at the back of the raven haired boy's head. The boy was different that much was obvious, how different was the real question. She turned to her father and watched as her father carefully studied the boy, there was a rather impressed and angry look to his eyes making her question just who this boy was.

"Father? Is everything alright? You seem to be glaring at the boy? Do you know him?" She questioned quietly enough that her family could hear, but none of the other people in the box could.

"Know him? Personally, well no not really." He admitted with a grimace, "However, the boy is famous so I guess yes I have heard of him. The irony is that he would be here in this place with US of all places. I should have expected this; I mean where else would you find Harry Potter other than a top box?" His question made her heart jump into her throat as her eyes whipped back the raven black locks of the green eyed boy. Her betrothed, the boy that had haunted her nightmares with a loveless marriage sat there in front of her and from what she had seen so far he was the opposite of what she had expected him to be. There was no arrogance in his eyes just caution and curiosity. The allure did not affect him like she had believed it would. The boy was in control at all times of his actions.

"Surely you are mistaken father that boy cannot possibly be -" Her sentence was cut off by the blonde arrogant boy standing up and walking towards the Raven haired boy,

"So Potter you made it to the top box? Honestly Potter I don't understand why you even bother. This Box is for the most esteemed, upstanding citizens. You, granger and the redheads shouldn't even be here." The boy's arrogance was heard up to her family, however the people around them were too loud and seemed to not hear the boy.

Fleur watched in curiosity as the raven haired boy turned his head slightly nodding his understanding and turned back around. A clear dismissal, she smirked at the blonde who seemed to get infuriated. The boy was about to open his mouth when his father called for him. Fleur looked very interested, her betrothed was mature that was for sure. No school boy would have reacted like that to an insult. Yet, the Potter boy acted almost as if he didn't care. Fleur mentally revised everything she believed about the Boy-who-lived. She would decide later how she felt about him. After all she had a full year at his school to get to know him.

She turned her attention to the game as the commentator announced the release of the mascots. She watched as Ireland's leprechauns flew around dropping fake galleons. She noticed the youngest male redhead stuff a large amount into the Potter boy's hand as payment. Poor boy didn't realize that it wasn't real. She noticed a smile spring up on the Potter's face, she was mentally declaring him a greedy idiot when she realized his smile looked familiar. She would recognize it anywhere; it was a fake smile. The kind people use to seem happy or charming, the kind people use to hide behind. She saw it every day when she saw herself in a mirror. What must the boy be put through to have need of such a smile?

Her attention was dragged away at her mother's scoff. She glanced up towards the field and sadness and slight anger welled up as she saw the Bulgarian mascots. The Veelas down there were the reason her species lived in such infamy. That was the savage and birdlike appearance that only happened once a Veela mated with her partner completely under the allure. While it didn't happen often. It was a very real possibility. The immune are more common in muggles than wizards which is why an immune wizard was so surprising. She watched as they danced and sang pushing forward incredible amounts of allure capable of filling the stadium. Their powers grew when they became this.

She turned her attention to the men in the top box. People in love or immune wouldn't react or they would react very lightly. Her father was immune so she glanced towards the ministers and the blondes. The father blonde was glassy eyed and gazing with a cruel hunger, the blonde boy was sending lecherous looks down and was preparing to stand up. Their gaze made her shudder and she quickly looked away. She would never go near them again if she could avoid it.

The ministers were complete opposites. The British Minister was getting ready to jump into the crowd while the Bulgarian was able to shake himself out of the stupor. She smiled, watching the British Minister was always a good way to make someone laugh. She glanced towards the family at the bottom. The oldest man was clearly cognizant but gazing admiringly at the Veela, the man was clearly in love with someone but was fighting the effects of the Veela. All the boys were shouting compliments and exaggerating about their skills even as the girls giggled to themselves. She smiled in humor but her eye caught the sight of her betrothed. Her eyebrows rose at him. He was annoyed and attempting to stop his friend from jumping over the ledge into the crowd twenty feet below. She smiled realizing that he really was immune to the Allure. Only someone immune can feel any emotion other than positive ones when in the presence of the Allure. She watched him struggle with the redhead for a few more minutes then turned back as the audience relaxed. She would make time to meet him this year.