December 11: Rude!:

"I have to know now?", Harry asked incredulously, green eyes wide, filled with confusion as he stared at his wife, "Please tell me I misheard that."

Fleur gulped loudly, suddenly terrified of the way her husband's eyes were boring into her own.

"You…. have to fight that -", her dainty, pale and stretched out, indicating the…. Thing that loomed behind Harry, a clothed bundle clutched in its beefy arms, "For our daughter."

Harry turned to look at the… creature. Its form was that of a massive stork, long neck, slim legs and all. Except its chest jutted forward, rippling with musculature, complemented by the beefy, human-like arms that took the place of its wings.

It slowly set the bundle that was Harry and Fleur's newborn daughter on the ground. It glared at the raven-haired wizard, before it spoke, its voice a rumbling growl, "Yes human! Come! Face me in combat to prove your worth!"

Ignoring the ominous declaration, Harry turned back to his wife, "Why do I have to fight him?"

Fleur suddenly found a sudden interest in her shoes.

"Fleur?"

"...Veela...culture…thing?"

Sighing explosively, Harry put his face in his hands.

"Human! Face Me! Prove that you are worthy of being a father to this child!"

Not even turning to face the thing, Harry held up a finger, "One moment."

He continued his questioning of his blonde wife, "So… this was why you didn't get the usual... Events that come with pregnancy?"

"Y..Yes?"

"HUMAN! Do not ignore me!", The stork creature bellowed.

"Fucking hell!", Harry exclaimed, whipping around to face it, "I'm having a conversation with my wife here! Would it kill you not to interrupt?"

Turning back, his hands came up to run through his messy locks as he sighed once more, totally missing the wide-eyed look of shock on the stork creature's face.

"So… How do we even know if it's our daughter? I mean, since she didn't develop in your womb apparently?"

"Actually..."

"Forget it! I don't even think I want to know."

A meaty fist came down heavily on the green-eyed man's shoulder, the stork creature it was attached to glaring at him, "HUMAN! D-"

Before it could finish its sentence, Harry's hands found their grip on the fist.

Before he flipped the creature over his shoulder.

It impacted the ground next to Harry and Fleur heavily, gasping as it lay eagle spread, eyes wide, surprise evident.

Yet, as it moved to recover, Harry's foot stomped down on its lower stomach. Hard.

The creature reflexively curled into a ball, whimpers escaping its fetal form.

"Honestly", Harry huffed, "I asked you not to interrupt! Rude!"

Shaking his head, he turned back to his gaping wife, "So… any other 'Veela Culture Things' I should be aware of?"

(A/N): This was actually written from a prompt on the H/F server for the author Charlennette's birthday.
Which would have been great… if I wasn't nearly a week late.
Anyway, please do take a look at Charlennette's works (same name on FFN and Ao3). They're one of the pinnacles of writing I aspire towards.

So… to an amazing author, and an amazing person, Happy (Belated) Birthday Charl!