Hello, everyone! Mystery Critic here, finally back at you with another chapter of Mon Fleur! I am so sorry it's been a year, but I haven't had the ability to post chapters without WiFi for my computer! I am again, so very sorry, but now I am back, and I will start by trying to update on a bi-weekly basis, at the minimum. Also, forgive any potential grammatical or spelling mistakes. The document program I'm currently using has no spell check. Now, I know you've all missed my story, but I am happy to proclaim that the Mystery Critic is back, baby! Anywho, now that the apology and author's note is out of the way, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. Now, on with chapter seven of the story!

Chapter 7

Harry's POV

I wake up slowly, my eyes fluttering open as I look around, alone in my bed.

'Our bed,' I remind myself with a thought. 'It's not my bed, and it's no longer just Fleur's bed. It's both of ours.'

I stand up and look around again, looking for the cascade of silvery blonde hair or those gorgeous piercing sapphire eyes. When I I don't find either, I walk to the door of our bedroom and open it, peeking my head out as I look back and forth down the hallway. I walk out and close the door quietly behind me as I walk down the strangely long hallway into the entrance hall.

"Fleur?" I call out, cupping my hands around my mouth to amplify my voice throughout the empty halls of Delacour Villa. "Fleur, are you home?"

I turn towards the dining room and walk in, looking around for anyone as I call out;

"Fleur, are you in here?" I call again, becoming increasingly worried. "Fleur? Maman? Gabrielle? Papa? Is anyone here?"

My concerns skyrocketing as I start fearing the worst, my feet start carrying me through all the house of the villa; the kitchen, living room, and all of the bedrooms of my home. I think of anywhere else they could be, and it dawns on me.

"The library!" I exclaim, relief washing over me as I turn on my heel and run towards the library. "They're probably all just enjoying a read."

I stop in front of the library's large, ornate wooden doors before pushing them open slowly. My eyes scan the room, spying three heads of long blonde hair and a head of sandy brown hair. I breathe a sigh of relief before walking through the chairs and turning around, a happy greeting on my lips before meeting a terrifying sight. Crimson flashing across my eyes, a color I grew up with, scars like mine marring their bodies in lethal, jagged cuts. Words like freak, boy, and nothing carved repeatedly on their skin.

"Fleur..." I whisper, my voice barely audible on my own ears as I drop to my knees. "Fleur, no... You can't be gone..."

General POV

"NOOOO!" Harry screams, a wave of raw silver magic launch from around him and slams into the wall, blasting the walls away and vaporizing everything it touches. Fleur sits up in an instant, her wand in her hand a second later, her eyes scanning the room as her wand follows.

"'Arry, what is it?!" She asks, panic crystal clear in her voice. "What 'appened? Is everyone okay?!"

Harry hears her voice and turns to see sapphire shine against emerald before he moves in a blur, wrapping his arms around her in a death grip.

"Fleur..." Harry breathes, tears shed freely as they flow down his face and dropping down onto the bed. "You're okay... Thank Morgana..."

"'Arry, of course I'm okay, mon amour." She says, wrapping her arms around Harry in return. "Why in ze world wouldn't I be?"

"You were dead..." He whispered again, his voice barely being caught by Fleur's sharp ears. "You, Gabrielle, maman, and papa... You were all dead..."

"Oh, 'Arry..." She breathes, tears sliding down her cheeks, as well as she tightens her grip on him, comforting him as best she could. "It was just a nightmare, beloved. It can't 'urt you anymore. Remember, it wasn't real."

"But it felt so real, Fleur!" He snapped at her desperately. "I couldn't do anything to save you!"

"Zat's what nightmares do, 'Arry." A voice called out from the doorway. The teens turned to see Appoline sanding in the doorway, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes with Gabrielle in Jacques' arms, sniffling and staring at Harry with concerned compassion. "Zey take our worst thoughts and fears, zen trap us in zem without being able to do anything. Zey make us feel weak, powerless."

"Zey can't hurt you, zough." Jacques said, walking into the room behind Appoline. "All zey can do is scare you. Nozzing else."

Harry looked around the room at everyone, tears continuing to spill from his eyes as he looked down, his body wracking with soundless sobs as his family wraps their arms around him, letting him know everything is okay.

-Fleur-

After an hour or so of comforting Harry, Jacques looked around the room, or lack thereof, in this case. Confused and slightly impressed, he turned to look at Harry.

"'Arry?" Jacques said, looking down at him with a curious expression. "Can you tell me what spell you used to do this to your room?"

"I don't know, Jacques..." Harry responded weakly, looking away for fear of being punished. "I'm sorry... I woke up with a scream and that's all I know."

"It's okay, 'Arry." Appoline said, smiling at him softly. "It was an accident. No one blames you."

Waving her wand the walls of the room started reforming slowly, and after a few moments, were repaired like new.

"See? All better." She said, standing up. "Come now. Let us 'ave breakfast so we can go and get your school shopping done early."

"That's right..." Harry said, looking down sadly. "In a few weeks, I won't be seeing any of you for a year..."

"Bah!" Jacques exclaimed, waving his hand dismissively. "Of course you will! Appoline and I will be coming to all of your Quidditch games, and Gabrielle will be coming with us every time. As for Fleur, you may be seeing her more than you think."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Jacques!" Appoline scolded, smacking the back of his head for good measure. "You shouldn't be telling him zat! He's not supposed to know about it!"

"Oops..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "My bad, cheri..."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked curiously, wiping the tears from his face.

"Nozzing, dear." Appoline said, waving him off. "You'll find out at school. I promise."

"Okay, then..." Harry answered hesitantly. Standing up and ushering everybody out, Harry closed the door so he could get dressed. A few minutes later, Harry met everyone downstairs with a smile on his face. "I'm ready! Let's go shopping!"

-Fleur-

Walking into Diagon Alley, getting Harry's supplies first, Harry started veering towards Gringott's bank.

"'Arry, where are you going?" Jacques asked, looking from Harry to the bank and back to the young teenager. "We 'ave to go to zis Madame Malkin to get your wardrobe for this year first."

"I know, Jacques," Harry began, shuffling in place nervously. "I was just going to get some money from the bank. I... Don't feel right making you guys pay for my school stuff."

"'Arry, what do you mean 'make us?'" She asked, looking at him in confusion. "We want to do zis. You are part of zis family and will be treated as such. We know you don't zink of us as your parents yet, but give it time. After a while, we all hope to be ze family you never had."

"Are... Are you sure?" He asked, looking up at them slowly.

"Certain, 'Arry." Jacques answered with a smile, placing a hand gently on Harry's shoulder. Harry flinched before hearing a voice he hadn't expected to hear until late in the summer.

"Harry? What are you doing here?"

Turning around, Harry's eyes widened as fear set in him, fear that he'd have to go back to them again.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

(Note, this is a re-write to try and fix the spacing issue. The chapter, however, is the same.)

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