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This chapter is not nearly as serious as the title sounds.

They had met in probably the least likely of circumstances. He was walking down a London street. She was walking on the same street in the opposite direction. They had vaguely recognized each other in the distance, this becoming more apparent as the distance between them closed.

"'arry!" She flashed a smiled and threw her arms around him in a hug.

"Fleur!" He returned the hug. "What are you doing in London?"

"I 'ad some vacation days saved up. I'm visiting a cousin that lives 'ere." Fleur beamed. "What about you? I zought you were an Auror."

"I'm not an Auror. I'm just going to work right now."

"Oh! I shouldn't keep you zen!"

"It's okay, it's just around the corner and I'm ten minutes early anyways." Harry shrugged. "Care to walk with me for a few minutes?"

"Only if you tell me why you aren't an Auror." She nodded. They began walking towards the corner.

"Well, I dropped out of the academy." Harry said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Why? I zought you always wanted to be an Auror?"

"I did. But after the war, after Hogwarts..." His eyes grew distant for a moment before returning. "I just didn't want to be an Auror after all that. So I put it all behind me."

"So what are you now?" Fleur quickly moved on. They turned the corner onto a residential street.

"Well, I work there." He pointed at a brick house that was larger than the other houses. It took the width of about three regular homes and looked to have an extra floor on top. A large plaque on a short brick column read Hallows Orphanage.

"An orphanage?"

"Yeah, after I dropped out of the academy, I realized that I wanted help children like myself and Tom. Give them better lives than we had ever had."

"Tom?"

"Oh right, I forgot that most his past wasn't common knowledge. Tom Riddle. He was the orphan that later became Voldemort." Harry said casually, as if he was talking about the weather.

"Voldemort was an orphan?" Fleur looked bewildered.

"Yeah." They stopped in front of the plaque. "So this is it." They were both silent for a moment, neither really sure what to say.

"I should let you-"

"I should go-" They said simultaneously. Their eyes met and they chuckled.

"I'll see you later, 'arry. We should catch up sometime."

"We should. See you later, Fleur."

"Au revoir, 'arry." They hugged briefly before Fleur departed and Harry entered the building.

The next day, Harry found Fleur standing outside the orphanage. Her eyes were on the building, eyes full of curiosity. She didn't notice him approaching.

"Fleur?" She pulled her eyes off the building.

"'arry." She grinned.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, remember when I said zat we should catch up yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"I might 'ave forgotten zat I'm going back to France tomorrow." She smiled sheepishly.

"And today is your last day."

"Oui. So I was wondering, could we catch up today?" Her face was hopeful.

"Oh, well, I'm sort of working all day." Harry pointed at the building they were in front of.

"Oh." Her face fell. "Zen I should go, maybe anozzer time." She turned to leave.

"No wait," He reached out and grabbed her arm. "I have an idea; how much do you like kids?"

The building was sound proofed quite well. As soon as they opened the door, they were met with the sound of half a dozen screaming children, running through the hallways with paper swords.

"Kids! Be careful!" A young brown-haired woman stopped in front of Fleur and Harry at the entrance, yelling at the kids. She turned to face the pair with a smile. "Hey Harry, who do you have here?"

"A friend of mine. She'll be helping out around here today." Harry answered.

"Good! Jack called in sick today, and I didn't want to have to call someone else in." She stuck her hand out at Fleur. "I'm Diane. I guess I'm what you would call the supervisor, owner, whatever, here." Fleur took the offered hand and shook it.

"Fleur Delacour."

"I'm going to have to cut this meeting a little short." A screaming child dashed past the trio before disappearing around the corner. "I'm going to have to wrangle these little munchkins together so we can start class." She waved at the pair before disappearing around the same corner as the screaming child.

"Wow." Fleur's eyes scanned the interior of the orphanage. "It looks so much bigger on ze inside."

"It was Diane's grandmother's home before her father turned it into an orphanage. Even back then, Muggle engineering and architecture was pretty advanced." Harry touched the wall and rubbed a barely noticeable inscription on the paint. "A little bit of magic helps a little too."

"What did you do?"

"Just added a bits of space here and there. A few more feet in the storage closet. Made the steps just a little smaller so the younger kids could walk up them more safely." Harry shrugged. "The orphanage needed the space, I figured they would appreciate it."

"Always ze noble one, 'arry." Fleur laughed.

"Shut it." He said with mock anger. "C'mon, help me grab a couple younger kids so they can start their lessons."

Ten minutes later, Harry and Fleur had gotten a handful of children into a classroom at the back of the house. From the rune on the door, Fleur could see that Harry had expanded the room so it could accommodate the dozen students. Along the way, they met another worker, Daniel, a fire haired young man who looked barely older than some of the kids at the orphanage.

Harry explained that Daniel had grown up in the orphanage. Once he was old enough to live on his own, the orphanage had to ask him to leave to make room for more children. He didn't hold any hard feelings for the orphanage, as shown by his return six months later after acquiring a nearby flat and job. Daniel volunteered at the orphanage when he could spare the time. Other than Diane, Harry and Daniel, there were about 6 or 7 volunteers who helped out at the orphanage in one way or another throughout the week.

It was quieter in the orphanage now. All the younger children were in class with Diane, leaving the teenagers lulling about the building.

Harry and Fleur relaxed on a couch in the large living room. The teenagers never caused too much trouble unlike their younger counterparts, so they could rest until the children finished their lessons. Fleur was grateful for a break, getting all the children into class was more exhausting than it sounded.

"So how have you been? What do you do?"

"I'm good. I 'ave a nice little flat in Paris zat 'as an amazing view of ze Seine River. I'm a 'ealer at St. Durar's. It's ze French equivalent of England's St. Mungo's." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What about you? 'ow 'ave you been?"

"I'm alright. After the war, what, seven years ago?" Fleur nodded in confirmation. "Well, after the war, after the academy, I came here to London and got a flat using the money my parent's left me. I found the orphanage a few months later and I've been helping out ever since." Fleur huffed with amusement. "What?"

"Do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what?"

"All ze excitement from all zose years ago. Sure, it was dangerous, but it was quite exciting, don't you zink?"

"I guess I do miss it sometimes. But while competing in deadly tournaments was fun, I'm grateful I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder for an assassin or something." They fell into a lull of silence.

"Can you believe it's been ten years already? Since ze tournament?"

"Merlin, it's been ages."

"Hey Harry, Fleur," Daniel's face appeared in the doorway. "Lessons are gonna end soon, just a heads up." He disappeared as quickly as he arrived.

"Yeah, thanks Dan." Harry called after him. "Huh." Harry glanced at Fleur.

"What?"

"He wasn't affected by your allure." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "As a matter of fact, I haven't felt it the entire time you've been here or yesterday."

"It's been years, 'arry. Some tings about me have changed, like my allure.

"How so?"

"I've mastered my ambient allure; I 'ave near full control over it."

"Near full control?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Oui. While I able to control my ambient allure, zat tug you feel by just being near a Veela, I'm still learning 'ow to control my active allure, ze one you feel when a veela wants you specifically." Harry nodded attentively.

"Huh, interesting. So you can just sort of turn it on and off at will?"

"Oui. For ze most part, anyway."

"I see, well now for the hard part of your day." Fleur gave an exaggerated groan, eliciting a laugh from Harry. "C'mon, let's go." He picked himself up off the couch and offered a hand for Fleur. She took it and he pulled her up.

They spent the next hour running around the home, chasing down howling children and trying to keep the peace. In a matter of minutes, Fleur was completely out of breath with a few beads of sweat running down her face, her occupation as a healer never had her do anything as strenuous as this. Harry, on the other hand, who had years of Quidditch training and had done this for years, looked no worse for wear.

Fleur sat on a wooden stool alone at the kitchen island, sipping a glass of water. Harry had been dragged away by a crowd of young boys to the living room because they were the knights and needed a big bad monster to attack their pillow fort. Things had quieted down, with most of the play being confined to the bedrooms or in the living room with Harry. Fleur smiled into her glass when she heard Harry roar in mock pain when he died at the hands of the miniature knights for the third time.

"Hi." A small voice said. Fleur looked down to her side to find a young brown-haired boy scrambling on top of the stool next to her. He looked to be no older than five or six years old.

"'ello zere." Fleur greeted the child.

"You talk funny." Fleur wasn't phased by this at all, she knew kids could be extremely blunt.

"Well, zat's my accent."

"What's a ass-ent?" He asked curiously. Fleur almost squealed from how adorable he sounded.

"It's a way zat someone speaks. You see, I'm not from here, I'm from France. So I talk differently."

"You're really pretty, did you know that?" He changed the subject fairly quickly.

"You zink so? Zank you." The Veela ruffled his head a little. "You don't look too bad yourself."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Fleur showed no signs of embarrassment. Countless scores of men hitting on her throughout her teenage and adult years until she managed to reel in her allure made her grow accustomed to these types of questions.

"No, I don't at ze moment."

"Can I be your boyfriend? And you could be my girlfriend?" Fleur cooed at how adorable her was acting. She decided she'd have to play along.

"But we don't even know each ozzer's names!" She shrugged. "How can we ever be boyfriend and girlfriend if you don't know my name and I don't know yours?" The boy's eyebrows furrowed and her expression turned into one of deep thought.

"Umm. Umm. I know! We'll tell each other our names!" He said after a few moments of thought. He looked to be utterly proud that he came up with this solution.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! Okay, let me show you!" He pointed at himself. "I'm Timothy!"

"I'm Fleur." She laid a hand on her chest.

"Okay, now that I know your name and you know my name, can we be boyfriend and girlfriend now?" Timothy looked up at her hopefully.

"Oui." Timothy looked up at her quizzically.

"'We'? Why did you say 'we'?" His adorableness was beginning to be too much.

"Oui, it means 'yes' in my language, French."

"Ohhhhhh." His eyes were filled with happiness as he hopped off the stool and grabbed her hand. "C'mon! We gotta tell everyone!" Fleur allowed herself to be pulled by the small boy out of the kitchen. He led her to the living room, where a gang of boys were mercilessly beating upon a prone Harry with pillows. A group of girls with princess hats that were standing on one of the couches were cheering the boys on.

"GUYS! HEY GUYS! GUYS, STOP!" Timothy yelled. The gang of boys stopped their assault on Harry whose head popped up as soon as the pounding from the pillows stopped. "Okay guys, I want you to meet- wait, what's your name again?" Timothy looked up the French woman.

"Fleur."

"Her name is Fleur! And she's my girlfriend!" Timothy declared proudly. From his position on the floor, Harry scowled slightly. And Fleur noticed.

"Really?" One of the girls on the couch climbed down and asked.

"Yeah really, right?" Timothy shook theird joined hands.

"Yes, he's telling ze truth." Fleur confirmed.

"You talk funny." On of the boys said. Kids sure were blunt.

After a long day of playing the girlfriend for a five-year old, Fleur was both relieved and disappointed when bedtime came upon them. While she was exhausted from the antics of the day, she was sad to see the fun have to end.

"Good night, mon petie." Fleur kissed Timothy on the forehead. Timothy yawned sleepily and began softly snoring with the other boys in the boys' dorm. A dozen nightlights lit the beds of the younger children. The beds furthest from the door were vacant, the teenagers were allowed to stay up later than their younger counterparts.

Looking at the doorway, she found Harry leaning against the frame his silhouette illuminated by a dimly lit hallway. In the soft glow of the nightlights, she could see a scowl etched into his face. But this melted away as soon as their eyes met.

As quietly as she could, she tip toed out the room and closed it slowly behind her. As soon as it closed, she faced Harry.

"Jealous, are you?"

"What?" He began to walk down the stairs. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't be coy wiz me, 'arry Potter. You know what I'm talking about. You're jealous."

"No I'm not." He declared indignantly. "But, what if I was?"

"Then I'd say there's nozzing to worry about."

"Why?"

"Because I have my eyes on another man." Harry felt the warm tendrils of allure begin to become apparent in the air.

"Really?" They stopped in the of the door. They could hear the teenagers watching an action movie in the living. Diane and the others were probably in the kitchen,

"Yes." She discretely pulled out her wand and murmured a notice me not charm on herself. "I guess this is goodbye zen, 'arry." She pulled him into an embrace.

"Yeah, goodbye." He returned the hug.

"Next time you're in France, call me. I'm sure I can find somezing fun for us to do." She purred into his ear. She step outside into the night and took a deep breathe. "Au revoir, 'arry." There was a soft pop and Harry was left with the image of Fleur smiling at him in his head.

Harry had to get to Paris. Soon.

Oh Fleur, such a tease.

Durararaaa, I hope you don't mind having a fictional hospital named after you.

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