AN: Fleur does not know about Harry of this timeline yet, all she has is her memories of the Previous timeline and a new body.
A silver haired beauty walked out of the window to a fall of 150 feet only to land comfortably and gracefully as a blue beam came out of her wand wordlessly crashing into the ground.
She didn't prefer falling and getting saved by an arresto momentum and cushioning charm but she hadn't done her rituals in this body yet and it would be quite a while before she flied with her Harry like she used to do.
Fleur Delacour wasn't the biggest fan of cold nights, she was a veela after all but this gentle breeze at night that gently caressed her skin was more than welcome as she walked past the Flamel fountain in the pale moonlight.
She walked past the Beauxbatons wards, passing the big white gates and peered over the mountains.
Such a beautiful sight after all these years, all those nights, all those kisses and killings.
She apparated away silently to the nearest apparition point near privet Drive to avoid suspicion.
No. 4 Privet Drive
Surrey England
Petunia Dursley was sleeping on her couch with harry and a blanket over both of them, while the tv was running a late-night talk show and the thermostat heated the room.
She sensed a flicker in the wards, a very tiniest of flicker which wouldn't have been possible without a very powerful witch or a wizard.
She gently puts her son down to sleep and removes herself from the couch and blankets and twists her ring a little.
She moves out of the house from the front door only to come face to face with a little veela that Harry had told her about and was a friend.
She was flabbergasted but hid her surprise quickly.
Fleur wasn't sure what she should do.
Yes, she had come to rescue Harry from his relatives or at least get his things and kill Dursleys if they had allowed to let him go to Hogwarts even this time but she didn't expect to encounter a witch in jammies looking pissed.
A very powerful witch in jammies looking pissed.
A very powerful witch looking like the Petunia Dursley she and Harry used to hate in jammies looking pissed.
"Petunia Dursley?" Asked Fleur as she gripped her wand tightly which was in her back pocket.
"Yes, how can I help you?" Asked Petunia irately. She wasn't a heavy sleeper by any means but this situation was really frying her mind.
Fleur's eyes sharpened and darkened and her wand was a blur as her wand came out of her back pocket to train it on Petunia's chest.
Petunia just smirked and looked overjoyed as if someone had given her a free gift card for all you can eat ice cream at Florean Fortescue.
she put her arms up as if in an act of surrender.
But fleur saw right through the trick. She was 109 after all, she had seen much better than these petty tactics.
"Ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?" Asked both the witches at the same time and their eyes narrowed.
A sickly orange light came out of fleur's wand at point blank range and got absorbed in Petunia's invisible mage shield.
This was growing more and more confusing for the silver haired witch. She dodged a red light while somersaulting backwards.
That phrase was hers' and Harrys'. They had used that phrase before engaging in duels with the escaped death eaters after the war.
It was special to Harry but she didn't know why, he never told her but it had a nice sound to it and was enough to awake fear in death eater's heats.
Harry had changed after visiting his Family vault, after he had turned 17 it was almost impossible to tell whether it was still Harry or not.
It was one of the reasons why she had joined him to avenge their families.
It was one of the reasons why her marriage with Bill never worked out in a way it should have.
She was jerked into reality as a laceration charm went from centimeters away from her neck.
Her core hadn't matured yet.
It was a futile fight right now and she knew it.
If she really wanted a future for herself and Harry, she needed to abort this mission….
For now.
But without having even one glance of her Harry she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
She pushed her core to the max and pointed her wand downwards as the Latin symbols became visible by her wand.
That imposter might be a powerful imposter but she had invaluable experience of over a century
She was laying a trap with runes without rune clusters.
Was it safe?
Hell no!
But you can't be worried about safety when facing impossibilities.
"You are NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A WITCH!" She screamed on the top of her voice as she dodged another red light.
Petunia smirked and answered "and you are not supposed to be here and neither were you supposed to know that particular phrase Ms. Delacour."
She almost corrected her by saying 'Mrs. Potter' but thought better of it at the last moment.
Petunia was nearing her slowly as her spells became faster and faster and so did Fleur's dodging and batting.
Suddenly Fleur rushed forward and flipped over Petunia's body as Petunia ducked.
They both were at opposite ends now and Petunia was standing right over her runic trap.
"Give up girl and maybe I'll let you live after obliviating you." Said Petunia lightly, she hadn't even broken a sweat as she forced Fleur to her maximum.
For the first time in their duel Fleur smirked and said "CAPTIONEM"; large gold bars erected out of the ground as Petunia tried to escape but she got trapped inside as the magic flared and activated.
Petunia was banging and screaming at the bars as Fleur laughed and walked inside the no. 4 house. She peeked inside the living room with TV in it and saw Harry sleeping peacefully on the couch.
This wasn't what she was expecting and was so wrong in ways she thought couldn't even be possible.
Suddenly a booming scream erupted from the street as a heavy magical aura flared in all directions.
Flaws in runes or heavy magical outbreak?
Probably both.
"DELACOUR" Petunia hissed as she came barreling into the house.
Fleur tried to remain composed but couldn't.
This was not your average angry witch.
She was showing way too much anger and aggression for a person whose sleep was disturbed.
Well she couldn't blame her; everyone loves their own sleep.
"It's been a pleasure Mrs. Dursley." said Fleur as she rushed towards the window and started transforming.
It certainly hadn't been a pleasure for Lily.
She had been enjoying her Monday night sleep after watching the special on TV when this devil spawn entered her wards.
That wasn't even the gist of it, she spoke her motto and catch phrase.
How in the green of Greengrass did she know that!
And then she dared to trap her in her own wards! This little bitch!
A sickly orange light erupted from her ring as Fleur transformed into her Animagus bird form and started to escape, the light just touched the bird's feather as it flew away and severed a feather.
It was enough to get what Lily needed.
Fleur landed next to the apparition point, totally exhausted. She didn't know what possessed her to transform into this form.
Yes, she was an albatross, a silver feathered albatross but she wasn't supposed to do this without the ritual.
What was odder was that the boy was Harry Potter but he was not Harry Potter.
Confused yet?
Well Fleur was.
That boy didn't have enough of a soul and that couldn't be detected or done till the magic revolutionized in the year 2050.
And for all of Fleur's faults of vanity and insanity she was a million-trillion things but what she was not was a fool.
That boy was no Harry Potter, he was a decoy.
'Where the fuck are you Harry' was the last thing she wondered as she apparated back to Beauxbatons.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Somewhere in Scottish Highlands
Harry Flamel woke up at 8 am on his first day at Hogwarts and let out a satisfied sigh as he changed into his Hogwarts uniform.
His green stripes while sometimes they vexed him but mostly, he felt quite alright with it. The most intriguing thing about this palace was its cold winters.
He felt more alive than he did back home at France. It felt almost as satisfying as the Austrian Alps.
He took the books for the day, shrunk them, kept them in his pockets and picked up his wand.
He took a deep breath and as he was going to open the door but the door opened itself and a very embarrassed and smelly Carl Johnson was standing outside his room.
"Um can I help you?" Asked Harry as he looked over CJ's shoulder where all the 1st year Slytherins were laughing.
"Yeah homie, I was just wonderin' whether you have more than a pair of dis urban posh shit for me?" Asked CJ as he tried to shed off the dung bombs from his uniform.
"Pardon me?"
"Dis urban posh boy shit, you know, the uniform…". He explained and the other kids watched him carefully as to what he was going to do.
"Come in inside we still have half an hour more for the breakfast, lemme fix you up really quick." Said harry as he moved inside and gestured him to follow.
CJ was pleasantly surprised; he wasn't expecting this from the popular kid he had seen yesterday night acting all bratty and spoiled.
He had his fears of course, what if he was like the rest of them? What if he was worse?
But he had no choice in the matter obviously, he had to go to the classes and wasn't ready to accept defeat even if he had to beg to this Flamel boy.
He had other options of course, a Glock was sitting idly in his old trunk but he had promised to himself to put an end to that bullshit when he left the west coast.
He had to earn his own street cred.
He followed the boy inside and was jarred when the boy pointed his wand at him.
He should've known that all these posh motherfuckers were the same.
CJ readied himself for another spell which might make him smelly or cover him in shit but was surprised when the boy said "scourgify" and all the dung on him vanished and his uniform became clean.
Harry of course knew these basic cleaning charms as Penny used them regularly and Nicolas had taught him how to perfect this spell.
Next, he said "flos odoris" and suddenly his smell vanished or was more accurately covered with a pleasant flower like smell.
"There you go mate; the charms will last the day but be sure to wash them properly if you want to wear that again sometime soon." Said Harry as he moved out of his room and was soon followed by CJ.
He got some looks from his year mates, most of them were of disgust, some were contemplative while other were adoration of course.
The results from his show yesterday night spoke for itself.
He moved out regally into the common room and went straight to the breakfast hall.
CJ was following him everywhere he went and after the breakfast finished and they both got their schedules from Snape, CJ said "thanks homie for the help back there I owe you a big one man."
"Hey no problem man, why didn't you report it to Professor Snape?" asked Harry as they exited the great hall towards the Charms classroom.
"Street cred homie, you have to earn it."
And Harry understood that, had it been a pureblood or any other person, Harry would've laughed it off.
"Alright let's see what we have to do here." Said Harry as he approached a door which was near the charms classroom.
He put his hand on the door handle and the door vanished as if it was never even there.
Mocking laughter erupted from behind them as they turned to see the head girl with Bruke and another one of her cronies, all wearing what could be called uniform in only the loosest of the definitions.
"My my monsieur, is the magic and illusions of Hogwarts too much for the French?" she asked mockingly.
"Yesterday's show must've been a hoax to steal your thunder Gwen what else can we expect from these filthy Frenchies." Came Bruke's voice from behind.
"Tell us firsties what prank spells would look best on the 'next best thing at Hogwarts'" asked the 3rd girl.
Yes, that was what everyone had been calling Harry at Hogwarts in hushed whispers.
And looks like a certain beater was jealous.
"Well I may be French, madam but you're forgetting a very important thing". Harry said in a soft voice as he regained his composure and directed CJ behind his back.
"What might that be Flamel?" asked Jones as she moved forward with a wand in her hand.
"I …... am a Slytherin." He said proceeded to cast a sonorous charm with his wand and started screaming loudly.
"HELP ME! BULLIES ARE TRYING TO KILL ME! HELP ME!" He shouted while making small cuts on all of his exposed body.
Jones and the 3rd girl were stunned but Bruke had enough brains to run out of the very dangerous position the young Slytherin was putting them in.
Soon enough Flitwick came running through the hall from the adjoining classroom and looked at the head girl with disgust after seeing the horrifying and bloodied cheeks and hands of Harry.
"50 points from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, detention with Filch for the entire week." Barked an entirely irritated Flitwick.
"Bu…but sir..." Jones tried to argue.
"No, no buts return to your classes and I want to see you at those detentions, no matter if you have a match or not." Said Flitwick sharply and Harry and CJ watched as the 2 witches walked away embarrassed.
"'ligaretur pannis'" said Flitwick while pointing his wand towards Harry and He and CJ watched in amazement as all his cuts healed.
"Mr. Flamel please be careful next time while making cuts near your eyes."
Both Harry and CJ were once again surprised by the perceptiveness of the half goblin teacher, harry gave a slight nod in understanding that the whole situation was over if they themselves didn't blow over.
"No explanations are needed right now Mr. Flamel, those green linings on your robes speak the volume of your actions louder than any explanation ever could and while I do not approve of your actions those two witches needed to be taught a lesson" Said Flitwick and both of the students followed the professor into the charms classroom which was already filled with the Slytherin and Ravenclaw first years.
"We aren't in any more trouble now are we sir?" asked CJ as they entered the classroom.
"Your friend isn't as much of a Slytherin as you are Mr. Flamel. Teach him some tact and keep him under your wing, I can still smell the dung bombs under your spell." Was the last thing Flitwick said softly to Harry before going in and standing on the pile of books and becoming all jovial again and started taking the roll call.
Harry took his seat with Roger Davies and while the boy was startled at first but soon came at ease when Harry introduced himself properly to him.
CJ sat on the back of the class, sitting alone and basically trying to avoid any attention.
Flitwick gave a meaningful glance to Harry when his name came on the roll call and Harry nodded.
The class was on the basic charms theory behind the levitation charm and the list of the charms they would be studying throughout the year.
He already knew all this but the way Flitwick explained it was almost as good as his own mother's explanation.
It might have something to do with the fact that he was his mother's first charms teacher.
Also, there was a reason that Hogwarts was called the most premium school of magic to attend in the entirety of Europe.
He made the summary of the lesson and went on to Transfiguration with Hufflepuffs.
While Flitwick had a clever streak with him, professor McGonagall was simply plain old and boring. she wasn't a teacher to cross, yes but where was the fun in that? she gave them a talking to the moment they sat down in her first class.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed except Harry, Ramona and Irina of course who had seen this magic, Harry and Ramona when Harry took classes with Nicolas and Irina, well she wasn't impressed by such simple things.
After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle.
At the end of the lesson, only Harry and Irina were able to turn their matchsticks into needles, while Minerva had an inkling as to why Irina had done it, she had no idea about the Flamel heir.
It might be some innate talent for merlin's sake but even then, she gave 5 points to Slytherin and Hufflepuffs a piece for the talented transfiguration.
After the class ended and it was time for lunch but McGonagall asked Harry to wait for a few minutes after class.
"Mr. Flamel, you have quite frankly managed to confuse a very old professor who is in no mood for drama at this old age, so can you please answer some of my questions please?" asked McGonagall as they both were the only ones remaining in the classroom.
"Of course, professor, anything you want."
"Tell me Mr. Flamel was that your first time doing transfiguration?" asked the old professor kindly.
"No professor." Replied Harry in the most innocent way possible.
"So, your mother and father have been teaching you?"
"Yes professor, they have been very helpful."
"Let me be very blunt Mr. Flamel, no one and I repeat no one in my first year classes had yet turned a match into a needle on their first attempt no matter if they had done it before or not but you Harry have a large potential and innate talent, such things are not seen by 11 year olds no matter what family they come from and as far as Ms. Noir is concerned we both know that she is a special case." Said McGonagall as she idly turned her wand in her hands and stared at the opposite wall.
Not knowing what to say he just replied "Yes Mam".
"Mr. Flamel show me the most advanced transfiguration you can do now!" Ordered McGonagall and startled Harry but he complied.
He took out his blue wand and conjured an ice slab with the Gryffindor logo on it matched to the finest details.
McGonagall was astounded and dumbfounded, was he really a first year, she couldn't believe it, elemental transfiguration at the age of 11.
Un-fucking-believable.
"O mo chreach" McGonagall said in Scottish Gaelic. She doubted even dumbledore was this powerful when he was 11.
"If you would quit the tomfoolery you do Mr. Flamel, you could certainly become a very great wizard." Said McGonagall as she strode the room walking back and forth.
And her favourite student perhaps…
But she won't admit it to him. Last thing she needed was Harry becoming cockier.
She never said it to James and this Flamel boy wouldn't be anyone new in the addition to her favourites.
Not that she would tell anyone she had any favourites much less a full list.
"Madam that is all well and good but is there a point to this conversation we are having?" asked Harry as he was becoming a little confused right now.
"Mr. Flamel would you like some private tutoring in transfiguration from me?"
"Of course, when can we start?" Harry asked excitedly. While Professor McGonagall was a little boring and strict but she was one talented witch.
She was the last person Dumbledore taught in person and her transfiguration skills are the stuff of legend almost as much as those of Dumbledore's.
One would be an idiot to refuse such an offer.
And harry was no idiot.
"But Mr. Flamel there are a few conditions" said Professor sternly as she saw him getting excited.
"What?" Harry asked now warily.
"There would be none of your idiocy in my lessons, you will give all you have and will sit patiently as I teach you. Do you accept these terms?" asked Professor McGonagall as she moved behind the desks and started looking for a book in the dusty pile.
"Yes professor, I accept" said Harry after a minute of contemplation on his part.
"Remember Mr. Flamel, you may have all the talent in the world but discipline is the refining fire by which talent becomes ability."
"Then take this and meet me Sunday afternoon 4 PM sharp" said McGonagall as she handed him a very dusty and old and relatively thinner book than his first-year transfiguration book.
It was titled Basic Transfiguration by APWBD.
"Thanks professor!" Exclaimed Harry and ran out of her classroom for the lunch.
Soon enough another figure shimmered into existence as a disillusionment charm dropped.
"Is he worth your time now Minerva?" asked Dumbledore from the far corner of the room.
"More than worth my time Albus and you better treat him right, he has greater potential than all of us."
"And that is why it is important to gain his trust and pull him towards the light Minerva, we will not lose another great soul to darkness."
"I hope so Albus, I hope so."
Somewhere In Russia
Noir Estate
Gellert Grindelwald was tired, yes he was tired of pretending he was fine and sane. More than 40 years in isolation were enough to render the toughest of men insane.
But he pretended, chatted with the bratty little kid when he came, played his cards right and escaped.
He was quite proud of himself that he had escaped even after such adversities and even after giving a magical vow had somehow escaped the crappy situation.
He could not die now for the vows he had made.
It pained and pressured his magic a little in conflict but now…...
Now he could only die by the hands of Potter only.
Not the magic, not the vows but only Potter could kill him.
So, he ran his business and assassinations now from the underground with Noir.
Funny how the biggest family of Magical Germany now ruled this Soviet Union.
World war 2 was what had caused this change and he was alright with it, right now he had to intercept a deal between The Delacours and the Malfoys.
A big business deal was going to happen and he had to send his best men to intercept him…
Auror Corps
Ministry of Magic
Britain
"So you're retiring after this sting ops sir?"
"Yes Davies, you know Demelza is growing up and I would like to be with her, plus I've got the job at Hogwarts." Replied senior Auror Robbins.
"Aye sire, my son also started this year."
"Don't worry Davies I will look out for him." Replied Robbins with a reassuring smile.
"Thank you sire" replied Davies gratefully.
"Now let's bust this last illegal business deal while I still can."
"Sir, yes sir" replied all the Aurors simultaneously.
"Bones get the apparition coordinates, lets bust these assholes for good this time!" ordered the Senior auror and they all sprang in action.