"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Harry! Happy birthday to you!" The group small cheered as Harry blew out the five candles. Today was the 13th of March. Harry's birthday. It was a small gathering of ten people. There was the three Tonks', the three Delcours, Abagail, Fleamont, Charles, and Harry. The group cheered as Harry blew out his candles. The group were gathered at the Delcour family home next to the Mediterranean Sea. The three kids had spent the day playing on the nearby private beach, before coming in for cake.
They were sat around the living room eating chocolate cake. When Harry began to once more cry at the loss of his parents and brother. He had cried at Yule as well. While the tears came far less often and nowhere near as strongly, it was still a sore spot for the young wizard.
Fleur and Tonks who were sat on either side of him immediately held him.
"Shh, It's okay Harry." Tonks said softly. "I'll always be there for you."
"Az whill I." Fleur vowed in a heavy accent.
"I'll be there for you to." Harry swore. A soothing warmth encompassed the trio.
Only Abagail and Apoline knew what had just happened.
Later.
Fleur, Harry and Tonks were all asleep in Fleur's bed, while the others downstairs.
"We need to talk." Abagail started.
"What is it?" Fleamont asked.
"They have entered the first stage of a Veela bond." Abagail answered.
"I thought a veela needed to be at least thirteen to bond?" Responded Sebastian in confusion.
"Normally yes, but this is no ordinary bond. Three powerful beings, two born into war, the third forced to accept the mixed blessing of Veela blood. An explorer, A worrier, and a scholar. They will uncountably be something special." Abagail stated. "They will need to be taken to the French enclave for the bond to be registered."
"Wait, are you saying that they will marry?" Ted asked with surprise.
"It is rare for those who bond not to, especially of their own free will, and there is no record of a tri-bond ever being broken." Abagail answered.
"As the bond grows they will be able to feel each other's emotions. When a bond is complete the bonded with be able to speak to one another telepathically." Apolline explained to the Potter men and Tonks parents. "And a Veela bond can only be formed with someone when they have a mutual commitment with, traditionally form the ade thirteen and up."
"And in rare cases someones." Abagail added.
"So what should we do?" Andromeda asked.
"Nothing." Abagail simply stated. "Veela bonds are celebrated among our people but must be left to grow naturally, and they will learn how to live with the bond on their own. All we can do is have it registered, and answer any questions on relationships they have."
...
The trio was now 8 years old, and was camping in the black forest in Germany that bordered on France. They were spending a week in the forest to see the various creatures that called it home. This was the last night before they went back to France. The three children were sat at a table in their tent talking about their adventure.
"I really liked the Bowtruckles." Nymphadora mentioned. "They were so cute." By now Nymphadora and Harry had a good french vocabulary, and Fluer's English was pretty good as well.
"Not as cute as the Mooncalfs." Fleur responded.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, I liked the Hippogriff." He mentioned.
"That's just because you got to ride one." Nymphadora retorted with a tinge of jealousy.
Harry simply grinned. On their third day, they had encountered a sole Hippogriff, while they explored the forest. With Fleamonts instruction Harry had managed to successfully approach the creature and began to pet it. Harry began to talk to the Hippogriff when he mentioned that he liked flying the Hippogriff gestured for him to get on it's back. When Harry did the Hippogriff began to run before taking off. Hippogriff took Harry on a trip of a lifetime as they sored over the forest. After dropping Harry off with the rest of the group the Hippogriff had taken to the skies once more to hunt. Leaving a very envious Nymphadora Tonks behind.
They continued to talk until they heard a long howl pierce the sky.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"Probably just a wolf." Fleur answered dismissively.
"Maybe it was a werewolf." Nymphadora suggested with a grin.
"It can't be. The vampires wouldn't allow it." Fleur responded. The trail they were on was protected from the more dangerous creatures in the forest by German ministry workers at day and by local Vampires at night. This helped the vampire protect their rights in the country, and helped show the vampires in a positive light.
Another howl brought them back to the topic at hand. Harry stood up from his seat at the table and peered outside. The campfire that they had sat around for dinner was little more than a pile of ash with a few dwindling embers. Harry saw that his great-uncle Charles was already out of the tent he was sharing with his brother, facing the direction the howling was coming from with his wand in hand. "Uncle Charles, what's out there."
Charles briefly glanced over his shoulder before looking backing to the woods. "Probably a wolf, maybe a dire wolf."
"Nym, said it might be a werewolf." Harry mentioned.
Charles noticeably tensed. "I hope note."
"Have you fought a werewolf, Uncle Charles?" Harry asked.
"Some. When I fought Grindelwald." Charles answered. Charles fell into his memories for a moment before speaking again. "War isn't pretty Harry, it's a nightmare."
"Then why did you fight?" Harry asked.
"For the same reason, your parents did. It would have been worse if we didn't."
They heard the howl again followed by another one. They sound much closer now. "There's two of them?" Harry said in surprise. Charles held his wand even tighter and scowled. He flicked his wand and shot out a ball of light into the darkness.
"Shit!" Charles yelled while Harry gasped. It was werewolves. Three of them. Charles quickly fired off a red flare into the sky, which led to the werewolves charging them. The other adult quickly left their tents and began firing curses at the small pack, but the pack was wearing warded colors to help absorb any spell damage. Charles quickly switched tactics and started firing silver spikes the pack separated and began dodging the spikes, getting scratched by the odd one. Charles managed to get one werewolf through the skull as it pounced, but the corpse still collided with Charles and Fleamont, knocking them over. Another werewolf was weaving between the trees before lunging at Ted, who was stood in front of the others. Ted managed to backtrack just in time to avoid the wolf's claws.
Amidst the chaos, the third werewolf quickly snuck behind the tents and pounced at three children.
"Nym!" Harry yelled as he shoves the metamorph out of the way of the werewolf's jaws. Harry screamed in agony as the monster's jaws crushed the one in his arm. Before the werewolf rip the wizard's arm off, a silver dagger penetrated the werewolf's skull, killing it.
The vampires quickly pulled the corpse of the werewolf that had tackled the Potter brothers off of them. By the time they reached the third Potter, another vampire had pried the jaws off of Harry ruined arm, and Andromeda was doing her best to repair the damage done to his arm. Harry just stood there in shock. His arm was red with blood, but his skin was deathly pale.
After sealing the punctures the best she could she looked to the others with a frightened expression. "He needs a hospital now!"
Four days later.
Harry was carefully lead out of the German equivalent of saint mungos. Harry had suffered severe blood loss, broken bones, damaged nerves, and of course lycanthropy. Harry was now a werewolf. Harry winced at the unfiltered sunlight. He raised his arm to protect his eyes. The arm on which he had been bitten was still in a cast and would have to remain so until the skelegrow was finished regrown the which had been all but dust from the werewolf.
Harry had been terrified that Fluer and Nym would turn him away when they heard that he was a werewolf. Fleur had quickly assured him she felt no different about him and called him silly for thinking that being a werewolf would change what she thought of him when she herself was a veela and looked down upon as such. Nym had come with her own set of problems, she didn't think differently about Harry either, but she blamed solely herself for him being bitten in the first place. Harry spared a glance at the pamphlet the healers had given him before allowing him to leave, which he now held in his undamaged hand. The trio had a long road ahead of them.
...
Today was a special day for the trio. Today they officially started at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The three of them stood in their Beauxtons uniforms in front of the main fireplace in Delcour manner. Andromeda and Apoline had insisted that they take multiple photos of the trio. Andromeda and Apoline had grown to have a sisterly bond and were working on a safe way to safely contain a veela's allure without affecting their magic. It was well known that items that suppressed magic could permanently damage a still growing magical core if used for long durations.
The Potter brothers wished them the best of luck, The Tonks' had told them to not let anything hold them back, Sirius and Remus told them to study hard but have fun, and the Delcour's had told them to look out for each other. The only one who didn't have anything positive to say was four-year-old Gabriel Delcour. Despite the trio had spent the entire day before doing whatever she wanted, she was still crying profusely at seeing them go. Each of them gave the girl a hug, a kiss on the forehead and promised to write to her often.
The trio were looking forward to finally officially starting their magical education. Due to the wars caused by Grindalwlad, there was next to no prejudice families left in Europe as they had chosen his side and died because of it, the trio could be open about who they are with little worry. Boys and girls had classes separately so Veela allure was not a big issue, and any girls that were caught up int were allowed to take lessons with the boys, and Harry would be allowed to fun free on the Beautons fields on a full moon with other werewolves, instead of being stuck alone in a dirty shack. As far as they were concerned the only problem was that they would not be able to see each other for most of the day, due the boys and girls not only being taught separately, their bedrooms were also kept in separate parts of the palace. But at least they could spend the weekends together and was still the best choice by far.
"It's time." Charles stated, before putting his pocket watch away. One by one they flooed to what would be their home for the majority of the next seven years.
Soon.
The trio along with the other first years was lead into the Great Hall along with the other first years there were multiple polished oak tables that had 8 seats. The teacher's table was at the far end of the hall and was rectangular rather than square. The trio sat at one of the spare tables along with five other first years.
Once everyone was seated the headmistress stood from her seat surprised the first years with her astonishing hight. "Hello and welcome to another year Beauxtons academy of magic." She began. "For those of you that don't, know I am Madam Olympe Maxime, headmistress of this prestigious school. As always we have plenty of clubs after lessons and to any of you who have needs different from the average witch or wizard, please be assured myself and the rest of the staff will do our best to cater to them. Thank you for your time." With that, the headmistress sat down and food appaired in the table.
...
"She wasn't kidding about all the clubs." Nym whistled. It was their second day at Beauxtons with the trio having quickly reunited after their lessons to catch up.
"Yeah, there's; dueling, quidditch, fencing, healing, and even occlumency." Harry mentioned.
"You forget; cure-breaking, spell crafting, and languages." Fleur added on.
"So which ones should we do?" Nym asked. "I want to do dueling and quidditch."
"Curse-breaking, and spell crafting look interesting." Fleur answered.
"I don't think we can do that yet." Harry mentioned.
"What!?" The girls stretch in shock.
"Ow, my ears!" Harry hissed as he quickly covered them. Harry's senses had become enhanced since he was bitten, which had its ups and downs. One of them downs was that Harry was highly prone to sensory overload, and would be until over ten years after he was bitten. Both girls instantly apologized in a soft tone.
"What were you saying Harry?" Fleur asked.
We can't do quidditch or dueling until second year, and we have to be in third year to try spell crafting and curse-breaking." Both of the girls looked downtrodden, so Harry did his best to cheer them up. "But we can still do fencing and languages. We could do them this year, and swap out next year." Harry mentioned, hopeful that it would improve the two witches' moods.
Fleur and Tonks seemed to contemplate Harry's suggestion. "That could work." Nym thought out loud.
"It could." Fleur agreed.
Harry smiled and remembered the words of his grandfather. "If you can't win, compromise."