Breaking Point

Chapter 8

Edited – 19th July, 2019.

Dumbledore could see the irritation in the young man across from him. It was so very obvious in the way his magic buzzed around him, despite Harry's best efforts to keep it hidden. While he had being practising Occulmency on and off for the past couple of days – the rings he had allowing him to skip the first phrase, controlling ones emotion – he was still nowhere near a master in the Mind Arts.

To impart Occulmency shields onto ones mind is only possible through constant training. Many a wizarding family had tried to skip this and have the Lordship ring give them natural shields capable of blocking basic attacks and increasing the strength by channeling magic into the ring, they had failed miserably. Only the Potter's had come close, giving whoever wore the Lordship ring the ability to have control over their emotions and no more.

Even so, the buzz of magic was something only the more powerful wizards with a deeper connection to magic would be able to pick up on. He was one of those wizards.

Still, Harry's irritation was understandable. The Full Moon had being three days ago and he hadn't allowed Harry to leave Grimmauld Place afterwards. While this was no different to the two days before the Full Moon, the feeling of being free, able to run around with Remus on the Full Moon had fed a desire for independence that had slowly took root in his very being.

To have that taken away, to be locked away had made him a very irritable and difficult person to be around. The only three people spared from this had been Fleur, Remus and Tonks and the final two had been on the receiving end of Harry's anger during their duels, which were last far longer and were far more vicious with each passing day.

None the less, Dumbledore stared at Harry who's face was locked into a bland and emotionless mask that hide his feelings very well. "Harry, I understand from the Order members that have being stationed here, that you have being incredibly difficult and abrasive, is is true?"

By the way Harry tensed and his magic spiked, Dumbledore knew that the condescending manner in which he spoke had made Harry's anger spike. "Get on with it, Headmaster, I have other things to do with my time."

"Very well." Dumbledore nodded his head. "I have multiple things to address, so I'll start with the main reason I am here." He took a few moments to let Harry calm down as to make sure that everything that was said was understood. "With the war taking place, I have assigned Professor Snape as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Because of this, I am going to be bringing an old friend out of retirement however, such a thing will not be easy and so will need persuading."

Harry listened intently, already have pieced together the reason for information being disclosed to him. "You want me to help persuade him." Dumbledore nodded his head with a certain hint of pride in his twinkling eyes.

"Yes, he has a fascination of making friends out of students he believes will go onto becoming famous individuals. One such as yourself, is as valuable as Mithril." A very ancient, rare and powerful magical metal with the location of the Mithril mines either been mined dry or lost to time. The armour and weapons made from such a metal had also being lost, many believing it to be held in the ancient cities of Atlantis and Camelot, the two founding cities of the Magical World.

"I see." Harry said slowly as he thought over the offer.

On one hand, the idea of actually having a professor who was willing to work with him would help improve his Potions grade, which while no longer abysmal like it had been, was not the best thanks to Remus's help. Turns out, without Snape sabotaging him left and right, Harry had a natural talent for it, just like everything else he put his mind to.

"While I'm pretty sure that my Defence Against the Dark Arts grade won't suffer under the Snape's tutelage, I don't see the reason why I need to continue on as a student. I understand with me being named a Prefect and Quidditch Captain that I have a lot of duties, but my talents are better put elsewhere." Harry explained and Dumbledore waited quietly for Harry to finish. "While Remus, Tonks and Fleur have being helping me with Ancient a Runes and Potions, that combined with my above average NEWT level grades in Duelling, Transfiguration, Charms, DADA and my fame, I have the qualifications required to enter as an Auror."

Dumbledore agreed with those thoughts and the reasoning behind them entirely. While Voldemort's weaker followers were barely above average in any subject, his upper level followers were very dangerous and that didn't even take into account his Inner Circle members. All of them were growing in power, but Harry was growing at an even greater speed.

Already he would be able to fight on an even level with the upper class Death Eaters and could distract the Inner Circle members for a limited time. However, Dumbledore was wary of allowing Harry to do so. The young man was the Wizarding world's saviour and Dumbledore needed him to be more powerful as to give the Light Faction a new leader to rally behind.

"You bring up good points Harry and I agree entirely." This took some of the wind out of Harry's sails. "However, I am getting too old. My body is no longer as capable as it once was and with this." He raised his cursed hand up to Harry who grimaced slightly at the blackened hand. "I'm afraid my days as a frontline fighter are reaching their end and the Light need someone else to rally behind. Someone powerful enough to fight the strongest that the Dark have to offer."

Dumbledore allowed Harry to absorb this information before continuing. "You, are going to be that person, but right now you are not ready. Hogwarts is one of the most secure places in the world, a place with all the resources I and your instructors will need to train you up to a level upon which you will be ready to take the leadership."

"Oh." Dumbledore smiled at the younger man who looked entirely stumped by this revelation.

"Do not act so surprised, my boy. While I have made many decisions that I am not proud of, choosing you to be my successor is one that I can safely say is not a mistake." Harry was actually more suited for the role as leader of the Light more than him. Harry was a natural born leader, with a charisma and humbleness to him that inspired loyalty and respect. The new level of maturity and his newfound skills in magic made him a person to be feared on the battlefield, a person who was not afraid to go out there and fight against those that threatened the peace.

Dumbledore had never had any of those things and had gained them. In the war against Grindelwald he had allowed hundreds of thousands of witches and wizards to die before finally arriving and engaging in a duel against his former friend and lover. The war had ended the moment he had entered the fray, but it didn't change the fact he allowed many to die before he joined.

Harry was not like that, the past five years proved that. At the mere mention of an innocent person being threatened, the young Potter heir would leap into action even if he didn't know that person personally. No matter how many opposed him nor how powerful, even if the odds were stacked against him, Harry continued to fight until he had spent every last breath and would still continue to push forwards.

The two wizards sat in silence as they thought over what had been said before Harry finally spoke once more. "Very well." Dumbledore allowed a small smile of relief to come onto his face, he had expected Harry to fight him tooth and nail against this decision. "But I want a few things in turn."

"Of course." Dumbledore was actually willing to give Harry a lot of things to prepare him for the coming war, that was as long as they weren't too dark. He himself had studied Dark Magic extensively in his youth and even up until his old age after all, the best way to defend against Dark Magic is to first be a master of it.

"I want access to the Restricted Section, Occlumency training, Animgaus training and for you to teach me personally in everything you know." Dumbledore agreed to the two first two quite easily, while he took a few moments to think over the last two. Eventually however, he agreed as he had planned to teach Harry most of the stuff he knew and so the rest he could write down incase he met an early death.

"Will you help me then?" Harry nodded his head begrudgingly. "Now for the rest of the reason for my visit. There have being a few things I need to make you aware of. First, Miss Tonks is being assigned as your personal bodyguard around and outside of Hogwarts, but you need not worry about her interfering with your everyday life and will only interfere should you be unable to defend yourself." Dumbledore explained calmly when Harry opened his mouth to argue.

"Also, I have Miss Delacour retiring from her job at Gringotts were I shall personally employ her as a temporary Healer for the Order. Sadly, I could not employ her at Hogwarts however, I do believe you and she can arrange to meet on your Hogsmeade trips." He replied slyly and Harry grunted, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Now that's enough talking, let's go so my old friend, shall we?"

Harry nodded his head and stood up, placing one hand on the elderly wizards shoulder and then they were gone with a crack.

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The two appeared on a very quiet and deserted street. The numerous houses that were on each side looked just as deserted as the rest of the street, the houses turned off and not a single sound could be heard. Despite this, he and Dumbledore walked towards one of the houses to their left. It's door had been blasted open and it was no doubt ransacked inside.

As soon as they reached door, the two pulled out their wands and while Dumbledore went in first with a ball of light at the tip of his wand, Harry gave one last check over the street before following after the headmaster.

The inside was just as Harry predicted. The furniture and parts of the wall had been destroyed. Just as they moved into the living room, staring at the only piece of untouched furniture – a white and blue striped arm chair – curiously, a drop of blood dropped to ground in front of them.

While his senses were nowhere near as sensitive as they were on the Full Moon, they were still far better than a normal persons and he had being around human blood, both his own and his sparring partners to know what it smelled like. "It's not human or werewolf blood." Harry informed Dumbledore quietly who gave no outward reaction to the information, but none the less, Harry knew he had been heard.

While Harry crouched down and dipped one finger into the pool of blood, raising the finger up to his nose in committing the smell to memory before sucking the blood clean. A normal wizard or witch would have never done so under the conclusion it might be poisonous however, his blood had traces of Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears which made him immune to practically every poison out there.

The blood itself had a primal taste filled with magic in a way he had never let before. It was warm, almost boiling and it felt like it was trying to burn him from the inside and out. Whatever creatures blood it belonged to, it was very powerful and ancient.

Dumbledore on the other hand, moved forwards and prodded the armchair. Almost instantly, the chair transformed into a aged man dressed in white and blue stripped pyjamas, his face a mix of annoyance and confusion changed to one of caution and a bit of fear as he warily looked into Harry's emerald green eyes. His eyes occasionally flickering to the wand pointed at his face and the small ball of flames flickering in his other hand.

"Harry, my boy." Dumbledore placed his free hand on Harry's arms and slowly pushed it down. "This, is my old friend, Horace Slughorn. The man we have come to find." Harry looked between the two before allowing his wand arm to lower fully and the flames to dissipate.

"Merlins beard!" Horace exclaimed quietly, his eyes flickering around nervously, though occasionally landing on Harry with a look of awe, fear and nostalgia. "Albus, what are you doing here?"

"I believe I should be asking you that question, Horace?" Dumbledore replied calmly and Slughorn looked disgruntled for a few moments. "Harry, please do something about the place."

Looking between the two, Harry got the understanding that this was a private conversation and simply nodded his head and with a flick of his wand the living room and kitchen slowly repaired itself before he moved upstairs to do the same. It didn't take long and he spent the rest of the time looking out the window overlooking the street, his eyes roaming up and down to make sure that no unwanted guests appeared.

Once the business was concluded downstairs, Harry noticed that Dumbledore looked completely smug while Horace looked thoughtful. "Did he agree?" Harry asked as they moved outside onto the street.

"No, but he will do." Dumbledore gave no explanation to his reasoning and sure enough, Horace came running out with all his stuff packed.

"I want a raise." Was all he said before disappearing leaving Dumbledore even more smug, which was a very strange emotion to see on the kind and humble man that he usually was. He was actually quite impressed, when Dumbledore had said that he would need Harry's help to convince Horace, he thought that meant speaking to the man himself. Instead it simply meant making an appearance, he was actually quite impressed.

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Harry laid back breathlessly, his hair a little messed up and his T-shirt scrunched up as a result of Fleur's unexpected kiss. The woman in question laid down beside him and rested her head on his chest as he wrapped one arm around her waist, tugging her closer to his body.

While the whole aspect of a relationship was lost to both of them, neither having much experience due to their own circumstances. Men were only interested in Fleur because of her beauty and Veela heritage and women were only interested in Harry because of his fame. However, the two had enjoyed exploring their relationship with one another despite the war going on around them.

"It's a shame you couldn't get a job at Hogwarts." Harry said after a few moments of silence. Fleur hummed in agreement as one of her nails drew patterns onto the skin underneath his shirt.

"I tried, but Moody says my skills in Charms would make me better suited as a temporary 'Ealer for the Order." Harry nodded his head and placed a kiss on her temple, which made Fleur smile against his chest. "'Zat doesn't mean 'zat we can't meet every so often in 'Ogsmeade."

"That's true, but who says we have to wait for Hogsmeade weekends." He smirked down at her. "I've always found rules to be nothing more than guidelines and I've never followed them before." Smiling slyly, Fleur straddled his waist and snaked her hands underneath his shirt and rubbed along his abdominals before resting them on his pectorals each of them wonderfully defined through a constant regime of training and magic working to keep him healthy.

"'Zat's true, you had quite a reputation from what I remember." She leaned down and pecked his lips before pulling back just as Harry was about to deepen it. In response, a low, animalistic growl escaped from his lips as a sign of his desire and annoyance at her game.

"Oh." Harry teased before flipping them over so that Fleur was beneath him. He pinned her arms up above her head, clasping her wrists in one hand as he devoured her mouth with his own. Fleur moaned against his mouth, her tongue helping to guide Harry's own to taste every inch of her mouth as her legs locked tightly around his waist as to give her leverage to ground against him.

This action made them release groans of pleasure as the air around them became thick with desire and lust.

"What kind of reputation?" He questioned, his voice lowering a few octaves.

Fluer said nothing, only smiling against his lips before nipping at his bottom lip teasingly. In response, Harry used his free hand to grip her rear tightly, bringing her nether region closer to his own and used this to ground more roughly against her. That gasps of pleasure that escaped from Fleur's lips made him smirk in accomplishment at being the first to hear those sounds.

"'Arry." She breathlessly whispered into his ear and that sound broke him out of his lust induced state and he pulled back, though it was much harder when Fleur tried to pull him back down towards her.

"Fleur, we need to stop." He murmured against her lips and Fleur's eyes opened to reveal the lust and desire in them.

"Why?" She whispered into his ear before attacking his lips once more, one of her hands moving down to disappear under the waistline of his trousers and grasping his hardened member making him go rigid in shock at the feeling of her delicate digits wrapped around him.

However, before his mind could give in, Harry came to his senses and surged backwards into his feet. His breath laboured as he tried to regain control over his bodily functions. Fleur herself seemed to have snapped out of whatever daze took over her at that moment and took a few moments to take in her surroundings.

"What 'appened?" She asked in confusion. "'Zat shouldn't be possible, Veela are known to be in control." She sounded noticeably distressed at that thought. Veela were known for always being in control of their lust and desire, capable of keeping a straight mind no matter how much pleasure they received, to lose that control was obviously not something she was used too.

"Seems to me that this might be something to do with me being a werewolf. I don't have any theory other than that." Harry replied as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. This day had being busy, what with spending most of the morning alone with Fleur, Tonks and Remus heading into Gringotts as to hand in her resignation form, him and Dumbledore employing Horace Slughorn and then a bit of training.

"Oh." Was all Fleur could say as she stared down at her hands. "So 'zat's what it feels like." Harry nodded his head, he had felt just like she had, unable to think bout anything but the woman beneath him. "I 'zought you were immune to my allure?"

"Not immune, I'm just able to ignore its affects if I feel like it. But I wasn't trying to ignore it then." They remained in silence for a few moments, neither knowing what to say before Fleur began giggling madly and Harry looked at her in confusion. "What?"

"I just remembered saying 'zat I would love to see you driven mad with lust and I tell you, I enjoyed what I saw; and felt." Harry rolled his eyes in amusement and presented one hand for her to take.

"Come on, let's get something to eat." She took his hand and both got up moving down the corridor to the kitchen. The house itself was looking a bit more lively and cleaner and this was all thanks to one little House Elf, Dobby.

It had been a spur of the moment thing, but Harry had actually asked Dobby if the Elf wanted to be his personal House Elf to help Kreacher around the house. The elderly House Elf, while happy to be serving a new master and the grandson of Dorea, wasn't exactly happy with the company he kept. Even then, it didn't stop him from performing his duties as best as he could.

Yet, in his old age, Kreacher was struggling and so, Harry had taken Dobby on board as the eventual replacement. He almost felt sorry for Dobby when he listened to Kreacher berate him, but he could see that this was simple Kreacher teaching a young House Elf the proper etiquette of someone serving the new Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

Still, Dobby seemed to be enjoying himself and Harry didn't mind.

"You're deep in 'zought again." Fleur called out, breaking him from his little internal monologue. "What were you 'zinking about?"

He looked down and gave her a crooked smirk, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. "I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have such an amazingly smart and beautiful girlfriend and how I'm going miss you." He pressed a kiss to her temple and despite the blush on her cheeks and the smile on her face, Fleur knew she was lying.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, 'Arry." She replied and he clicked his teeth.

"Well, it was worth a shot." He returned good-naturedly and Fleur smiled up at him as they entered the kitchen. Currently Dobby was stood preparing a meal for the residents of the house, with Kreacher overseeing him. "Afternoon, Kreacher, Dobby." He greeted with a wave.

"Good afternoon, master Harry Potter sir, misses Flowery." Dobby greeted excitedly, temporarily forgetting about the meal he was cooking, much to Kreacher's annoyance.

"Afternoon, Lord Black." Fleur simply gave a smile to both Elf's despite being ignored by Kreacher. She knew as well as Harry that despite Fleur obviously being in a relationship with the new Lord Black, Kreacher was taught to respect only Black's and those of Pureblood.

"So, what were you really 'zinking about?" Fleur asked as they sat down at the table, waiting for the food to finish up.

Harry waved off her concerns. "It was nothing important, just thinking about Hogwarts and school." Fleur frowned, but nodded her head. "Speaking of which, did you know Nym's being assigned as my bodyguard?"

"I did, I actually approve of it." Harry looked at her incredulously and Fleur rushed to explain. "I'm not saying you can't defend yourself, you sure as 'ell can, but V-Voldemort's still after you, she's more just 'zere to give you extra back up should you need it."

"Still, I don't like it."

Fleur reached out and grasped his hand in one of hers. "I know, but if not for your sake 'zen do it for mine, please?"

Harry looked at her for a few minutes with frown, before shaking his head. "Can't deny you anything can I?" Fleur laughed and pecked his cheeks, just before Dobby placed to plates fill with food in front of them.

"I know, but if you come back for Christmas and you've not kicked up a fuss or got into trouble, I'll give you a reward." She whispered the last bit into his ear and after placing a last kiss upon his cheeks moved to eat her food. All the while Harry looked at her in shock, his teenage brain kicking into overdrive at what she could possibly mean.

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Harry released a sigh of relief as he finally sat down in the Prefects carriage. The train had left mere moments ago and there were only three other Prefects in the carriage. The Head Boy and Girl among them. He ignored the looks of confusion sent his way by the Seventh Year Hufflepuff Prefect and closed his eyes and allowed his Occlumency training to calm his nerves.

These next two years would be his most difficult. Dumbledore himself would be overseeing his training in Battle Transfiguration as well as teaching him some more abstract and powerful magic tailor made to fight in battles. Professor Flitwick would be assisting Remus Lupin, Tonks and any other Order member currently stationed at Hogwarts in improve his duelling style, while Snape would be once again teaching him Occlumency and its counterpart, Legillmency.

This would all be done throughout his next two years at Hogwarts as to ensure that when Harry finished his schooling, that he would be ready to join the war. While displeased by this, Harry understood and reluctantly agreed as it meant he was receiving training under the very best the Order had to offer.

Still, didn't mean he had to like the fact that he was once again been put on the sidelines when all he wanted was to put an end to Voldemort.

The feeling of a steady stream of magical signatures entering the Prefects carriage, made Harry open his eyes to see more Prefects coming in for the meeting. They too looked at Harry in questioning, but Draco was another story.

The arrogance he once held was still there, but hidden deeply by fear. Some of it was directed at him (Harry), but the vast majority was held no doubt for his new master. This alone made Harry's indifferent façade break away into a smug smirk that Draco saw and understood its meaning. His face flushed yet he did not rise to the bait. A shock, but something that made Harry curious.

Draco was a guy with a shitty personality, but he wasn't a bad guy per say. He had bullied people and made immature comments, but he had never done anything worse than that. His younger self may not have noticed this or even bothered to look past Draco's arrogance and snobbish attitude, however he was different to his old self. He could see what Dumbledore could.

Draco was misguided, yet no irredeemable.

That didn't mean that Harry would go out of his way to change Draco, but he would give him a chance and even reveal to him the true nature of the master he served. Whether Draco accepted it or not, was up to him.

If after all that he decided to follow Tom then Harry would personally see to it that Draco's miserable life came to a short end.

"Harry?" Hearing his name called, Harry turned away and faced Hermione with a small smile on his face. While he was annoyed that she hadn't tried to contact him at all throughout the summer, Harry wasn't going to judge her. For all he knew, Hermione had tried too, but her mail had being intercepted.

This didn't change their relationship however, she would always and forever remain his sister in all but blood and while they would occasionally fall out, he would forgive her in the end. Ronald on the other hand, Harry was really beginning to question what made him stick around the redhead everyday. Constant reflection on his own self, made him also look at his friends and Harry wasn't sure why he stayed friends with Ron after fourth year.

Still, much like with Hermione, he would reserve judgement. But unlike with Hermione, if he found the reasoning to be stupid and immature, then Harry would not forgive him. War was on the horizon and he couldn't surround himself with people that easily turned away from their friends when they were needed most. It was for that reason Harry was actually going to spend time making more friends among his fellow students. He needed allies, people he could trust and he needed them soon.

"Hey, Hermione." He greeted with a smile. Thankfully, Hermione wasn't reduced to a swooning mess like most of the witches of the receiving end of such a smile. "How have you being?"

"I'm good." She was silent for a few moments, her face adopting that look she got whenever she was trying to find the right words. "How are you feeling, with, you know?" While Hermione didn't express the actual meaning of his words, something that he was grateful for as he didn't need those around him to know about his relationship with Sirius, he understood what she meant.

"It was difficult at first, even more so with no one to talk to, but I got over it and spent most of my summer studying. I'm much like Remus in that regard." Hermione herself knew exactly what he meant, Remus had a habit of burying himself in work, trying to act like nothing had happened as to help him grieve.

"I-I, I wanted to speak to you, but Dumbledore says that Voldemort could be watching our houses and could follow any letters sent to and from houses to their destination." He nodded his head in understanding, but remained silent after that. Hermione instantly realised that Harry was thinking deeply and remained quiet.

The battle in the Department of Mysteries had changed them both greatly. Hermione was no longer overbearing and was much more quiet, her smile was no longer as large as it once was showing that coming close to death had shook her to her very core. Harry on the other hand had changed both physically and mentally and while they were two different people now, the still held that connection that made them friends and family in all but blood.

A/N: I'm not really pleased with how this chapter went, but I just needed to get it done as to allow the story to progress more. Hopefully the next chapter will be much better. However, it is done and the chapter has been improved.

Harry and Hermione meet and they're off to Hogwarts. Expect time jumps like usual, but also mentions of what Voldemort is doing in the war and WARNING – PLEASE READ THIS, expect major canon divergence and character death. From this point on, everything you think you know about canon best be thrown out the window and expect a whole new twist on the final battle with Voldemort.

It will bloody, dark and at times I hope, will make you emotional because that is what I'm going for. No one is safe and you best remember that.

Marksbay: Yea, I'm trying to add more depth to certain abilities that to be completely honest in my opinion, were rarely explained in detail. Like the Veela and their allure was explained away quite easily, but I wanted to give more complexity to it. So I took hints from other authors and incorporated them into my story. However, the Metamorphmagus and the original form thing is my idea. Think of it like make up, a person can add make up to make themselves appear more beautiful and in some cases ugly, but at the end of the day once that's all gone your stuck with your normal appearance. Tonks and other Metamorphmagus are the same.

They can change their appearance at will, but once they stop concentrating on that they revert to their base appearance. Just put that in their to give Metamorphmagus a bit more a fleshed out feel to it and to also inspire some drama and tension later down the line.

ElementalMaster16: Yes, I'm torn on what to do as I've got some ideas on hot to evolve it slowly over time and I think with how powerful I'm going to make Voldemort and his Death Eaters (who will also be getting major power boosts to be considered an actual threat) I might have to evolve it slowly. However, if I don't have to then I won't.

highlander348: Sadly however, that is not the case. Fluer will not be joining Harry giving him time to interact with Tonks and even Daphne who I'm still undecided whether to keep as a close friend or an actual love interest. Still, Fleur and Harry will still have interactions out of this, you know Hogsmeade and whatnot, but this next part is focused on building Harrys relationship with Tonks, Daphne and other characters as well as his growth in power.

TuxedoMac: Thank you very much for the long review as I do enjoy reading those the most. As for your input into the whole charm debacle, thank you for that I was torn on how to do it and I think I might have rushed that part to start the hole Fluer and Harry relationship. So I apologise, but I'll go back and change it later on when I do another editing spree of my chapters. It's something I do when I'm struggling with writers block and just go back, rereading stories, editing them then posting these new and improved chapters which in turn gets me motivated to write more.

Guest: Ah yes, well Remus did take Wolfsbane as he was already there and waiting. Sorry if I didn't make that clear, but yes he did take it.

Roja25: There is a difference between dating and kissing someone. I've kissed plenty of people that I never actually dated or even considered dating, mind you I was drunk when that happens. Kissing someone isn't something that only happens between couples and something that is exclusively for that. So no, Fleur has not dated anyone nor has she had sex with anyone before Harry, but Fluer in moments of curiosity has kissed guys before to see what it was like.

Khatix: Very good idea, but in this story doesn't really work for what I'm writing so for my explanation. It's not just the moonlight, but ambient waves of energy coming from the moon that actually cause the transformation. So even if a werewolf is per say moved from one end of the plant to the other to avoid the transformation their body while not transforming st first like you said, would over time eventually grow accustomed and eventually be able to transform into a werewolf by absorbing this energy even when not exposed to direct moonlight.

So, while it could be a temporary cure, the Lycanthorpy would adapt and absorb this energy pretty much causing the transformation to be permanent and therefore, far more dangerous.