Harry Potter: The Rise of the Technomancers
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Chapter 28: Fleur's Recollection III - Gabrielle's Gifts
"Happy Birthday Gabrielle!"
It was a nice party, many of the guests to the Delacour Mansion came in from different parts of the country for the party and to mingle with the other powerful guests. The Magitek corporation was also there in full. Heads of divisions as well as all of the Magitek Inner Circle attended. Harry was forced to attend as Evan Magius for a short time, but thanks to well placed "personal call", he was able to excuse himself with minimal fuss from the guests and his friends, then make his return without the glamours with Fleur on his arm. The two had in fact been able to talk about their relationship a few days before the few hours that they were left by themselves when Gabrielle fell asleep one night on the Veranda. They were able to sort of much of their feelings and, although they were both unsure as to their exact feelings for each other, they were able to admit that they were very attracted to one another and set up Gabrielle's birthday as a kind of first date. Although they were wary of Gabrielle's feelings in the matter, they knew that Harry's bonding of Gabrielle was not consensual to either of them and that even though the bond did prevent him from feeling attraction to other women, for some reason, he felt very attracted to Fleur. They reasoned it was only fair to both Harry and Fleur act on that attraction if it presented itself and when they approached Jean and Josephine with the matter their reaction shocked both of them to silence.
Originally, Harry had been expecting an outburst of anger and rage from the imposing Frenchman. Despite his closeness with the father of his future bride, he was still unsure as to where he stood exactly with the man and what his exact feelings were to Harry. They were not prepared for the reaction that they did get when they walked in and confessed their growing feelings to one another. Instead of the anger he had been expecting, Harry saw the largest grin he had ever seen on the man. Laughing heartily and slapping Harry on the shoulder, he would only explain that he approved of the relationship whole heartedly. Later, Fleur would comment that her father was probably just happy that she was not getting back together with Bill. Josephine, on the other hand, acted exactly as they thought she would act. She was shocked to silence. The idea of a bonded male whose bond with another was so strong actually being attracted to another woman, another Veela for that matter, was something that should not have been possible. Yet she could see that they had feelings toward one another, she commented once she shook herself from the revelation. Afterwards, she cautioned to tell Gabrielle about the new development in their relationship and left it to them to work it out.
The telling had not been nice. Fleur and Harry had used the time given to them by her parents to tell Gabrielle one night. Thanks to Harry's foresight at using a whole slew of impervious charms, a powerful coloprotus charm on the door, and multilayered silencing and privacy wards around the room, the sounds of shouting were contained to Gabrielle's rooms. The little girl had actually changed and attacked the pair of them. She nearly succeeded in crushing her sister, before Harry could stop her with a few powerful stunning and incapacitation spells. After she woke, she had cried pitifully in Harry's arms. She would not let Fleur near her for hours until Harry had forced her to understand the situation that both of them had been forced into by their magic. He explained that although they were a perfect match of emotional and physical compatibility, she was still just too young for him, she was still only a child, and despite her maturity, she was nowhere near his own. He assured her that he did care for her that he even loved her dearly, but the fact of the matter was that they were still so very incompatible at the moment. Even though the bond would ensure that they were a perfect match and had manipulated his libido on various occasions, she was still much too young to actually feel that way about her yet. They would have to wait. She had understood that part, but could not understand why he would want to be with her sister while she was there.
He had no response to her and even told her that her mother was quite confused as to how he could be attracted to her sister even though he was bonded with her. But the attraction was there, and it was not only a physical attraction like Gabrielle had first suggested. He felt emotionally connected to her as well, but at this early in their relationship did not understand the full extent of his feelings, did not know where, if anywhere, their relationship was going at the moment. He only knew that they wanted to be together and to explore where it may take them.
She thought about it for a long time, then finally came to a decision. She told him that she understood that he had no choice in the matter of being with her, their magic would see that it was so. She explained that she knew he loved her, but at the time, it was only like a brother loved his sister, or maybe a little more, but not by much, and she could accept that for now. She could accept that there were only platonic feelings between them, if sometimes they did get carried away, and would allow him to see Fleur and to explore their relationship together, but she wanted to be a part of that relationship as well. He knew that she was afraid that he would abandon her for her sister, and laughed as she pouted. He spent the night in her bed simply talking quietly, telling her funny stories, caressing those beautiful long platinum blond locks of her fine silky hair, and kissing her gently on the forehead as he heard her breathing slow and sleep finally take her.
Although her reception to her sister had been a little cooler, Gabrielle accepted the arrangement and had agreed to let them be together and explore their feelings for each other.
The party was nice, and Harry, with a dazzling Fleur on his arm, spent the night talking to the various dignitaries and other associates of the Delacours. They kept Gabrielle company, who spent the night amazing the various guests with her grasp of political knowledge and news, it was quite disturbing to find an eleven year old knew more about politics than you did, and Jean confessed later on that night that he had used Gabrielle's early maturity and intelligence to unbalance several of his political opponents over the last few years.
"Come Gabrielle," her mother called, "it is time to open your presents."
Gabrielle gave her mother a huge smile, and quickly walked over to Harry, who was having a conversation on fine wines with one of the Delacour's distant relatives, a Veela uncle who had retired several years ago from his winery after he left it to his son-in-law.
She did not have to say a single thing, as he stood up and put his arm around the little girl. Fleur clung to his free arm, and they walked over to the main room, a pile of presents littered the table as the guests gathered around and waited for Gabrielle to arrive. She looked so nice for the party. Like her sister, she wore a short form fitting dress, yet hers was a pristine white, belted with a thick pleated ribbon of red. Her long platinum blond hair had the same red ribbons threaded through them, forming a pattern of shining waves of nearly white blond hair and flashes of red, contrasting greatly and accentuating her pale skin. Fleur on the other hand wore the same long form fitting dress, yet hers was belted in pale blue that matched her beautiful striking eyes. The same ribbons were threaded through her long sunny blonde hair. During the time they danced that night, his fingers ached to touch her, yet she teased him, staying just out of reach, moving her hips just so close to him, yet pulling away once he approached. She knew exactly what she was doing to him and she reveled in the way she could make him sweat.
She'd gotten many beautiful things, artfully recreated statues and figurines, various pieces of expensive jewelry, exotic perfumes, designer clothes and fashions, practical and impractical tomes, and a full set of the latest and greatest Magitek Products from the Inner Circle, some of which were not even marketed yet. But it was the presents from her family that were most important to her. These came when everyone had gone home and only Harry and the Delacours were there.
"This, my little angel," her father and mother said, "is something very important that we wanted to give to you before your started at Beaubattons," they explained to her, "Do you remember when you were a child, that we took you to a special tutor who spent several days with you working on potions and core development?"
Gabrielle nodded. Of course she remembered those days, the woman made her work with such horrid ingredients that she couldn't smell anything for the next week thanks to all the noxious chemicals.
Her father smiled, "Well, what we didn't tell you at the time was that her name was Emeline-"
"Valvicious…" Harry commented, recognizing the name and putting two and two together. Jean grinned at how quick the boy was, he really would make a wonderful addition to the family, he thought to himself, and it was now assured especially since two of his daughters were now infatuated with the boy.
"Yes, Harry," he said, "Emeline Valvicious. This generation's premiere wand crafter. Some say she was even better than the dark crafter Vanderkaum in his work with wands," he commented as he slowly pulled out a black lacquered box. Jean had seen the flash of anger at his mention of Vanderkaum on the face of Harry Potter. Not surprising as it was said that Vanderkaum had once created wands for Voldemort during his first war in the UK, "Here my pet," he finished, handing the box to his daughter.
Gabrielle took it with nerveless fingers, she was finally getting her first wand. Delicate fingers traced the Valvicious seal embossed on the dark wood finish, two swords crossed above a blazing wand. As the lid opened, her breath caught, on a bed of red velvet rest one of the most beautiful wands she had ever seen. Black lacquer covered the entire wand as it's smooth surface reflected the light of the room. As the light shone off it, the wavy grains of the wood could be seen clearly, like a giant silvery moon on the black waters of the midnight sea. It was so lovingly crafted, it appeared even more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before. Reaching in, her delicate fingers traced the smoothness of the wood and the sparks of magic that she felt tingling her flesh as she passed over it. quickly, she gripped the wand and pulled it out as a rush of magical energy synchronized itself with her core. A fountain burst of magical sparks shot out of the wand shooting up onto the ceiling of the Delacour's sitting room, bursting in a myriad of multi-toned stars. Magic seemed to seep out of her as it filled the room with her presence, it was like nothing she had ever felt before, like no pleasure she had experienced in her life. Much to her surprise and embarrassment, she let out a near orgasmic moan of pleasure as her cheeks suffused with red at her blush and her limbs became shaky, as if wallowing in post coital afterglow.
When she opened her eyes, she was embarrassed to see her parents and sister looking at her with open mouths of shock. For one, they couldn't believe the magic that was flowing around the little girl, and two, they had never seen a connection between a wand and a person before that actually ended in an orgasm. It just didn't' happen. They were also shocked and scandalized to hear chuckling coming from the person standing next to Fleur.
"…better than sex…" he murmured to himself, still chuckling at the memory, then caught the questioning looks that the Delacours were shooting him. He caught himself and cleared his throat, trying to pretend he didn't just say what he thought he just said aloud.
It was Josephine who questioned him first, "What did you mean by that Harry?" she asked.
He knew he was caught. Licking his lips, he extricated himself from Fleur's embrace and quickly flicked his wrist, letting his wand flip out quickly into his waiting fingers. As usual, the Delacours could not stop but to admire the wand. It was like nothing they had ever seen before. A metal wand? Impossible! But the things that they saw Harry doing with it was incredible, and the fact that the only two people who could use the wand were Harry and Gabrielle said something too, they just didn't know what.
"This," he said holding up his strange wand, "Is a custom wand, much like Gabrielle's. It was crafted for me by a master crafter, over a year ago. Tell me," he said to Jean, "do you recognize the seal at the end?"
He passed the wand over to Jean, who, as he had done before when he tried to cast spells with Harry's wand and failed, felt a cold sensation enter his body, like being next to a Dementor. He turned the wand in his hands, marveling at the craftsmanship and the faintly visible, nearly obscured red runes embedded in the strange non-reflective yet reflective metal the wand was made out of. Turning it on its point, he looked at the handle, and nearly dropped it with shock. Twin wands, crossed at the point forming the great and feared V of the Vanderkaum family. The wand was made by the dark crafter!
Immediately Jean's eyes shot up in question. He would never question Harry's integrity now that he knew the boy too well. He saw the enigmatic young man as a sort of long lost son, a son he never had, and enjoyed being around the boy as much as he knew Harry enjoyed his company, so to find that he was toting around a wand created by the personal wandcrafter of the Dark Lord Grindlewald was quite a shock.
Taking his wand back, Harry spun the wand and placed it back into his wrist sheath and sat down to explain. He told the story of Vanderkaum and Ollivander, the story of their apprenticeship, the story of the fall, the betrayal, and the search for vengeance. He talked about the vow Vanderkaum took, his efforts in correcting the mistake, and his help in creating a new wand for Harry. By the end of the story, they were all shocked. It was well known that Gaias Ollivander was the premier wand crafter of the Light Sided British wizards, but to discover that he was a fraud as well as a corrupt bastard was quite another story.
"So about the comment?" asked Fleur with a slight blush and a saucy grin.
Harry grinned back at her, matching her look for a second, and replied a little hesitantly, "Well, when I finished helping Vanderkaum build my wand, he said I had to activate it. I held it aloft and incanted the activation spell, and something very similar to what happened to Gabrielle happened to me. When it was done, Vanderkaum grinned at me and commented that 'It was better than sex'. At the time I had only a little experience in that department, and I had to agree with him on that point, but after I gained a little more experience I think that comment was arguable," he finished with a shrug and a wink at Fleur.
"You mean it's better than that?" came the amazed comment by Gabrielle.
That had been the comment that broke the dark atmosphere of Vanderkaum's tragedy. The Delacours laughed and Fleur blushed furiously as she chuckled at her sister's comment. Harry blushed as well, but walked over to a scowling Gabrielle.
"I was just asking," she commented, as Harry walked over to her and pulled her into an embrace. He held her close and pulled her onto his lap as he took a seat on the couch. Gabrielle seemed to like this as she quickly pulled her legs underneath her and curled up on Harry's lap, snuggling her head into his chest. Chuckling, he stroked her hair, feeling the normally smooth silkiness obscured by the length of ribbon threaded into it.
"Yes it is my little Gabrielle," he said quietly into her ear, "much better than that."
She smiled and snuggled deeper, wiggling a little and forcing Harry to clear his throat and fight down a blush at the position her wiggling put him in. Josephine was smiling at Harry as was Fleur, and Jean was just grinning to himself, as he sorted out the rest of Gabrielle's presents. Harry thought he caught Jean muttering something about not needing presents when Harry was around.
Fleur got her sister a beautiful blue bound journal that was charmed to do two things, it was similar to Tom Riddle's old diary in that it had a personality of its own that was based on Fleur's. The older Veela knew that it was going to be hard for her at Beaubattons, being the only Veela born student in the school at the time, but knew Gabrielle would be able to pull though, if with a little help, so that was where the second feature came into play. It had a few pages in the back that were linked to a small book that Fleur carried. If her sister wanted to ask her any questions or just chat, she would be able to talk to her sister without having to resort to owl carried letters, floo, or the Magitek Corporation's long distance communication services.
Finally, she got to Harry's present.
"Here you are my little Gabrielle," he said, handing her a small wrapped box the size of his palm. It was a beautiful piece of work, he had created it himself after figuring out what he could have gotten for her. She grinned up at him as she examined the box. It was slightly heavy, with silver studs and hinges on the back and a locking mechanism on the front. Gingerly, she flipped the catch with her thumb and placed the velvet box on the table while she opened the lid. She gasped in surprise and pleasure at what was contained within.
It was a beautiful pendant attached to a delicate silver chain formed of braided links of silver wire. The pendant itself was a tiny silver dove in flight, the craftsmanship was so precise, it was as if Harry took a real dove and shrunk it down to miniature. Each wing was articulated in perfect detail, the feathers on each wing and even a slight imperfect feather in its fan of feathers that made up its tail. The eyes were perfect, shaded with phenomenal skill and character that it appeared to be staring at you as you looked upon it. Appearing to be made of silver, it had a slight dark reddish sheen as it moved through the light, a strange, almost, unworldly coloring that was both beautiful and entrancing at the same time. Gabrielle could not take her eyes from it, and stroked the tiny dove with the tips of her fingers.
"Do you like it?" Harry asked as he stroked her hair.
She looked up at Harry with such happiness, her eyes shining with joy. Immediately, she shifted around and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to her as she thanked him profusely, "Oh Harry! Thank you so much! It is so beautiful! Thank you so much!" He simply smiled as she rained kisses on his chin and nose. Chuckling, he held her closely, running his hand over her back and kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"Anything for you, my little Gabrielle."
Suddenly, a gasp of realization cut the air. Four heads shot up and turned to a wide eyed Jean Delacour as he stared at the piece of strange metal that made up his daughter's pendant.
"Blood iron…" he murmured to himself, then looked up almost feverishly, "How in the world did you find Blood iron! It was supposed to be a myth!"
Harry grinned at the completely lost expressions on the women's faces. He shrugged and replied, "Hey, wandless magic is supposed to be a myth right? Integrating muggle technology and magic is supposed to be a myth right? And in the past year you've seen it as plain as day. It's not hard to believe that Blood Iron is now possible Jean."
"What is blood iron?" Josephine asked.
Jean was the one to answer her, "Blood iron was once renowned to be the foremost medium for magical retention. It could hold different properties within the metal better than normal iron and could actually expel these properties indefinitely by drawing upon ambient magic. So when you hear the old stories about flaming weapons and other such nonsense, the historians believed that these had been made with blood iron. But it had been lost melinia ago and must now think that blood iron was a myth, but now…" He just shook his head. The boy continued to amaze him day by day, "How did you manage to create such a thing?"
"It happened when I was trying to build a power source for the magical devices," he explained, "At first, I didn't want to try anything expensive and thought I could imbue metal with the capacity to hold magical energy. Using a metallurgy book filched from Dumbledore," Jean grinned at this, "I found a reference linking magical weapons to highly magic imbued animals, like how they are used in wands. So I decided to try and expand the magical properties of iron to develop a material that could have a large magical capacity. Started off small and got some results with a few magical creatures like niffers and such, but not nearly enough magical capacity I needed. So I figured that since we are magical creatures, maybe wizard's blood would do the trick. I was lucky in finding the correct types and proportions of trace elements I needed to correctly forge iron with magical properties, so I didn't have to waste too much blood, but I was able to develop iron that had imbued magical capacity, but just nowhere near what I needed to run my gadgets, so I nixed the idea. Later on I discovered that I could imbue certain abilities into the iron I created, making it tougher, lighter, hell I could even add an element if I smelted the iron with elemental cores," he grinned, "I've got to admit. The affect is pretty cool, but the ability to imbue materials with direct magic is too dangerous to be spread around, so I pretty much locked the secret into my own head and destroyed any references to it in my notes. No one will be able to discover how I did it," he said with a finality that told them he meant business.
Fleur furrowed her beautiful forehead, "Why would it be too dangerous Harry?"
"Because you could imbue anything, and I mean anything, into these metals," he explained, "You could make a pen with a sliver of blood iron in it and imbue the blood iron with a cyclic spell, forcing it to expel a killing curse to anyone who touches it. In the wrong hands it could do too much harm," he explained, "And with all the corruption here, I don't think I could keep it a secret for very long, but at least I can use it to help protect the people I care about."
Gabrielle shot him a grin and shifted off his lap to sit next to him, pulling her arm around his shoulders, "What does it do Harry?" she asked once she was comfortable.
He put his arm around her and helped her put the chain around her neck, "because of the size I was only
able to get a few different effects into the blood iron, but I think you'll be proud of them. It will regenerate its magical stores by through the ambient magic you release naturally." Reaching around the girl's shoulders and lifting the tiny dove off her chest, he held it securely in his thumb and fore finger, "The first spell is a strong shielding spell. It will prevent anything physical from crossing the barrier and it will shield another person if they are holding onto the pendant as well. Observe. Protect Me," he intoned, and quickly, a film seemed to glide a few inches over their skin, slightly distorting their vision. He grinned down at Gabrielle and got a smile in return, "Jean, try to hit us with something solid."
The Frenchman levitated a pillow and banished it at high speeds at the shield and smiled as the pillow seemed to just stop in midflight as it struck the shield and fall to the ground.
Grinning, he explained, "Everything up to and including a muggle bullet will not pass through the shields. It does have one draw back though, magical means of attack will still be able to penetrate the barrier. These include stunners above the Komat curse, the unforgivables, and several obscure dark curses that I doubt most people will know. Just to be safe, don't attempt to use the shield to block curses, it's meant to be a partial defense for escaping," he explained. She nodded and waited expectantly, "The next feature is something I like to call the 'Full Body Stunner'. Now, to do this spell, you actually have to be physically touching either the pendant or the chain it's attached to. The spell is actually a derivative of blood magic in that, it uses the blood to transfer the spell to the surface of the skin. The effects aren't pleasant, so I'll show you this one myself. If you would cast an enervate on me once the demonstration has commenced? Thanks," he said when Fleur gave him a smile and a nod, "Ok Gabrielle, the activation word is Extonare," he moved his hand so that I was touching her bare flesh, and said, "When you're ready."
She nodded, and intoned, "Extonare."
A jolt of magical power shot through her body that seemed to originate in her chest and move out towards her limbs like a shock wave. Suddenly, she felt a dead weight slump down over her and looked up. Harry was knocked out cold.
"Fascinating…" murmered Jean as he watched his eldest pull out her wand and cast a quick enervate on Harry.
Harry groaned as his eyes fluttered open and stretched his muscles out, "And there," he said reaching his hands over his head to stretch out his torso, "Was the full body stunner. It's not a very pleasant sensation to have it done on you, but it is quite effective," he said as he settled himself once again with his arm around Gabrielle, idley stroking her arm.
"That would be a very useful spell for general self defense. You said it was a derivative of Blood magic?" asked Josephine.
He nodded, "Yes. When the spell is in effect, you are using your own blood as a medium to transfer magic to the skin. It requires a strong knowledge of wandless magic, because you are forming the spell signature within your core and then sending it through the medium. It's like using a wand, but instead of a wand, you're using your blood as a focusing agent," he explained simply, "I haven't figured out how to do it as of yet, but I was able to transfer it to an object. Once I'm able to find a similar material, I'll be able to provide it to people I trust, but until then, the only thing with the magical capacity that could hold and sustain the signature generating spell was Blood Iron, and I'm not about to give that out readily."
He felt Gabrielle lean into him and he turned to see her giving him a big smile. He smiled back and leaned down slightly to brush her forehead with a quick kiss, "The last two functions are a homing beacon and another little weapon that I've also taken the liberty in implanted into these," he said as he reached down into his back pocket and pulled out two nearly flat square boxes. He handed one to Fleur and the other to Josephine and explained, "Inside you'll find delicate wire woven bracelet. Considering your hair Josephine, I made that one out of white gold and the one Fleur has, I made out of regular gold," he shrugged, "Tried to match the color of your hair."
They each opened the boxes and found a beautiful delicate bracelet, each woven intricately of their respective metals and each in patterns that were both beautiful and practical. Fleur recognized some of the patterns as advanced defensive runes. She gave Harry a dazzling smile, as she slipped it over her hand and onto her delicate wrist. It fit perfectly. How he knew what size she was, and for that matter, what size her mother was, baffled her. Then she felt it, a small tug on the place where the separate core of magic her Veela charm used was located at. She looked questioningly at Harry, while he gave her a grin.
"I'm sure you've felt the pull on the secondary core you use for your Veela charm," he said, "I know Gabrielle hasn't felt it yet since she has not yet gone through her secondary magical maturity, but as you can guess, the bracelet has something to do with your Veela charm. What that bracelet contains is actually an amplifying spell."
"Amplifying the charm!?" Fleur exclaimed, "Why would you want to do that!?"
Harry gave Fleur a kind look. He knew that the charm was a double edged sword for the half-Veelas, especially those raised outside of the Veela lands, where their interactions with humans and other creatures susceptible to the charm sometimes escalated, causing them all kinds of trouble in their daily lives, "The amplification is triggered with an incantation and lasts for about ten minutes, or until it's canceled by a counter spell, so you can control the amplification. Now, the defense status comes with the amount of control you have over your thrall. Tell me Fleur," he said turning to the now interested Veela, "how much control do you have over those you take with your power?"
The beautiful blonde haired woman thought for a few seconds, "Well, it depends on the person of course, but at half power I can distract them, and at full power I could make them stand around and stare into nothing," she offered with a shrug.
"Ok," he said and turned to Josephine, "How about you Josephine, is that about the judge of your normal power?"
Josephine nodded, "the power allows us to do things up to a certain point. We can enthrall and distract, yes, but we cannot do something that the person absolutely does not want to do."
Harry nodded, "That's just about what I had expected when I built these. So let's have a little demonstration of power," he said, and flicked out his wand, conjuring two miniature versions of male Doberman pinchers up on the center table, "Since Jean and I are immune to the power, there won't be any problems. So can one of you blast them with your charm as strong as it will go, and attempt to force them to fight each other, or maybe walk off the table."
Fleur stood up and approached the area of the table where the two little dogs were. They immediately turned around and snarled at her in anger, and began to advance. She shot Harry a questioning glance.
"The dogs are charmed to be nasty. I want to see how much true will power affects the actions under the charm," he explained.
She nodded and knelt on the floor next to the dogs. Suddenly, her long golden blond hair began to shift and float around her as if tussled in a breeze, her flawless pale skin began to shine as if reflecting moonbeams, and her eyes became glowing pools of azure energy. All of her features seemed accentuated tenfold as she engaged her charm. Everything became, if possible, even more beautiful, her lips became even redder and more vibrant, the golden color of her hair began to shine a metallic sheen, her skin became as pale and glossy as marble, even the fragrance that was his Fleur became even more intoxicating to him as she increased the flow of her magic. Everything that was Fleur was, somehow, even more Fleur. He wondered how it would be when made love with the power turned on full blast, Harry filed the thought away in the back of his head for future reference.
He smiled at the thought and looked down at the dogs. They weren't snarling or anything, but they weren't simpering either. They were just standing there, mesmerized by the power, yet they were not even moving to jump off the table, or trying to fight each other, just staring. Finally, after a few minutes, Fleur let the power fade and shook her head, "They would not do as I commanded," she said, "They would not fight each other, nor would they…" she cleared her throat, "…kill themselves."
Exactly as Josephine said, he thought to himself. He wondered if the boost would be able to push through that little barrier. If he could, they it would be just as good as an imperius curse. That would ensure they were safe, and it would take some of the worry from his mind, "Ok," he said, "the activation word for the booster is Desiderare. Focus inwards to your core as you do so."
Fleur nodded and looked to be concentrating for a few seconds, "Desiderare," she incanted. Harry was shocked at the amount of ambient magic that was displacing the air around her, it felt thick like he was sitting in the middle of a sea created from jelly. It was almost difficult to breath. And then he felt it. tndrills of magical energy attempting to sneak past his barriers. It was an odd sensation, a sensation of growing warmth, a pleasurable sensation, so pleasureable that he nearly let it in before he realized what it was. It was Fleur's charm edging its way through his powerful natural mental defenses! It was actually getting past his passive occlumancy shields! That in itself nearly shocked him enough to become enthralled, but he quickly slammed up a barrier to prevent the intrusion and the light heady feeling disappeared. He looked up and saw Jean sweating slightly, his eyes watering from the effort of keeping the magic out of his passive shields.
"Jean," he called out, completely in control, "Put up a minor occlumancy shield. The amount of magical energy is enough to even get past our immunity," he said.
The Frenchman looked up and seemed to concentrate for a few seconds, then let out a sigh of relief, nodding to the younger man in thanks for his quick thinking. Fleur, on the other hand, was even more beautiful than when she used her original power. She seemed so beautiful it was almost terrible to watch. A golden pristine boddisatavah floating above the earth, a vengeful harpy with the wrath of the gods, a seductive succubus from Hell, she was all these things and more, rolled into one. Looking down, he grinned when he saw the two dogs fighting each other viciously, one trying to kill the other. He saw what he wanted. The booster worked. Flipping out his wand, he banished the dogs into nothingness to save the girls the sight of the dogs trying to kill each other.
Fleur slowly pulled out of the power and brought her charm to normal levels.
"The counter charm is Revulsus," Harry informed the beautiful golden haired Veela. She nodded in thanks and quickly muttered the counter charm. Immediately, the ambient magic around Harry seemed to dissipate, freeing Harry's movements and the oppressive pressure caused by the magic itself. The he saw Fleur wobble slightly on her feet, and he was there before she could fall, catching her deftly in his arms, supporting her head against his chest, and her back cradled in his arms. He grinned down at her as she smiled weakly up at him, but before she could say a word, she passed out.
"Magical exhaustion," he sighed, "Probably has to get used to it before it can be fully utilized," he said more to himself than to the others. Shifting her light form, he scooped her up, his arm under her knees and his other supporting her back while turning her slightly into his chest. He shuddered in pleasure as he felt the warmth of her breath upon his chest and the slow pulse of her heart beating strongly in his arms.
"I'll take her up to her bed. Goodnight Jean, Josephine," he said, and turned to walk out of the room with their eldest daughter. Gabrielle smiled at her parents and got up as well. Gathering a few of the more personal gifts, her new wand, her journal, and the box that her pendant came in, she pecked her father on the cheek and kissed her mother goodnight as she followed the young man out of the room.
Jean frowned slightly in disgruntlement, "He gets her a pidgeon and he gets thanks and kisses, yet we get her the finest wand from the finest wand crafter in the world, and we only get a light peck."
His wife chuckled at her husband's acting, "We may be her parents Jean, but Harry is her bonded. That relationship is closer than ours is. And besides," she said with a sauscy grin as she slid onto his lap and nipped lightly at his chin, "We have a little device here that Harry gave us that we need to try out."
Immediately, Jean's frown disappeared as it was replaced with a wide feral grin, "What do you have in mind my little Veela Queen?"
She smiled back at him as she traced idle patterns into his broad chest, "Do you remember, when we first discovered how well you could resist my charm?"
How could he not remember, they had been the most torturous and most exhilarating times of his life, as he spent hours strapped to the bed as she blasted him with her charm, arousing him to new levels of pleasure, wallowing in the afterglow after he ravaged her over and over again to punish her for those hours of torture.
Josephine caught the lustful glint in his eye, and smiled her heavy lidded smile, "What do you think my strong virile Adonis. That silk scarf you got me last week…or the handcuffs…it's your choice tonight…"
AN: There we go. The third Harry/Fleur Part...well...it was more of a Harry/Gabrielle part...but it's important anyway. Next chapter leads in from this one. The explanation of 'it' is in the next two chapters...REVIEW!!
