Stanton Moore Forest was not a place into which magical society ventured. Hogwarts was very clear about hazardous areas for magical people, or people in general. Such places had strong ties with the fey, and a simple word shared with them could result in consequences.

Or great miracles.

Harry Potter knew that this was not his best idea. The mundane options were hopeless, and his magical means, for all that they were, could not be used. The aurors that caught him red-handed were very clear what would happen if he tried again. So, if conventional magic wouldn't work, Harry needed to find another way.

With his wand held in front of him, the wood slowly warmed up. Not from his body heat, but from the spell that was leading him where Harry needed to go. Granted the spell was made in the first place to tell a wizard where it was safe to run away.

Eventually, the heat in the palm of his hand warmed to the point that it was almost scalding his skin. It meant that he was in the greatest amount of danger. Exactly where he wanted to be. Harry dismissed the spell, and pocketed his wand. It was useless for him to fight them. So he took a deep breath in to settle his nerves before he spoke. "I want to make a deal. Is there someone here that I could speak to?"

The tall grass around Harry's feet wavered and billowed with an unfelt breeze. There was sporadic giggling, first they were behind him, then in front of him as they slowly grew to laughter, then bellowing guffaws. He clutched his hands over his ears to try and keep out the sound, but the laughter continued and felt like it bounced around the inside of his skull. The pain brought Harry to his knees as he collapsed to the ground. The grass now up to his neck, seemed to cling to the skin around his throat with building pressure, strangling him.

"Tat's enough," a voice commanded. Two words stopped everything. The laughter ceased while the grass daintily tickled his chin. Harry looked up and froze.

A woman stared down at him with neither a frown nor smile. Her cheekbones were high and chiselled as if from marble, standing out from her snow-white skin as if to mock the sunlight beaming down upon her. Her blonde hair glittered with sparkles of silver, twinkling in the light as it cascaded from her head and down her back. Her eyes were crystalline blue, and Harry could swear that small sparks fire within them.

"Eet iz are tat we ave a uman come to us, a wizard at tat," she stated. "Tat means you are either a rebel or an idiot." She sneered, her face twisted into an unnatural contemptuous smile with the corners of her mouth reaching her eyes.

Harry kept his composure, despite the sight. He must have surprised the fey woman in some way, because the smile disappeared as she closed the distance between them and hauled the wizard to his feet by his chin. Her eyes locked on to his, before Harry's mind was assaulted. Yet his shields did not fail.

"Strong, but not strong enough wizard," the blonde fey stated. "You're ere because you are desperate." Harry twisted his head out of her grip, which made her smiled again, though it was not as unnerving as the former.

"May I ave your name?" She said the question with such warmth, Harry's mind stumbled along with his tongue. The rules while dealing with the fey tumbled from his mind as he tried to shake himself free from the enchanted stupor.

Hearing dull thuds rolling across the ground, Harry turned around and watched a large rock come to a stop behind him. "I cannot give you may name, but you may call me Harry." He at least paid some attention to his classes on the fey in Hogwarts. He sat down on the boulder.

The fey woman frowned, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Then you may call me Fleur." The woman brushed her dress off before sitting down on a mound of earth that rose to meet her. "Well Arry," She leaned forward with her chin resting behind her clasped hands. "Why are you ere?"

He doubted the fey had an actual interest in his problem. Maybe they just wanted to know what they could take from him in return? Either way, Harry spoke. "For as long as I could remember, my aunt and uncle-" He started, before correcting himself, "-Did not like me. It took me over a decade for me to realize that no one who was supposed to be family would treat me like they did. Except Duds."

A mournful smile crossed Harry's face as he thought about his only true blood family. "My cousin treated me just like my aunt and uncle at first, but he started seeing all these silly Captain Britain cartoons on the telly. He watched me as his dad and mum punished me for anything they could think of." Harry guffawed. "I guess between that and a man in coloured spandex, a seven-year old figured out what bullying was."

"I was suspicious at first, it wasn't the first time Big D pretended to be nice before blaming some mess on me to get me locked up in my room. Then he started to get into fights at school anytime someone said stuff about my clothes or when some of the older kids were pushing me around for the change that I've picked up during the walks to school."

Harry sat back straight as he looked to Fleur with a big smile. "Drove his parents nuts, didn't stop his dad from bragging about how good his boy was in a fight though. He even punched a Dementor!" He raised his hands in the air at the ridiculousness of the idea, and seeing the rather gobsmacked look on the Fleur's face, she couldn't either.

"Surprised the blasted thing more than anything else, but seeing Duds hit something he couldn't even see to protect me-" Harry wiped away the tears in his eyes. "I'd do anything for him, cause he would do the same for me."

"A month back, Duds was driving with his folks in London and got into a bad car accident. He would've been fine if he didn't try to be such a bloody hero and cover his folks from the damage. He's been in a coma since, all the muggle doctors said that if he ever wakes up, he would be paralyzed from the neck down because of how badly the crash affected his spine."

Fleur leaned back, her hands settled on her knees as her hair twinkled in the sunlight. "You wizards ave ad worse during the rougher Quidditch matches." The fey seemed marginally interested in his words. "What's stopping you from taking your cousin to a magical healer and fixing everything?"

"Cause Duds was being too much of a big hero." Harry muttered, but his tone lacked the bite of his words. "The news caught the story about how his parents were only able to survive the crash thanks to Duds, so it became a national story across Britain. There is a limit to obliviation, when hundreds of people are still dropping off cards and flowers. He couldn't just disappear from a hospital and show up a few weeks later all better."

He paused, Harry's hands gripped his jeans forcefully as he fought the rising pressure in his chest. A wheeze threatened to escape his body, but Harry could not show such vulnerability in front of the fey woman who was already looking at him curiously for his prolonged silence. Tears already escaped his eyes, his body heated up with embarrassment.

Harry tried to get his emotions under control. The fey woman seemed uncomfortable, probably had no idea what to do with a human crying in front of her. "He has to be okay, all right? For months, he's been talking about how he wants to propose to Emma and if he can't use his arms, he can't coach boxing-" Harry struggled to finish. "He lives for it, you know?"

With his story laid bare, Harry waited for Fleur response. He wiped away the lingering tears and refused to meet the woman's eyes before she spoke.

"Tell me why I should even consider making a deal with you wizard? Isn't your magic supposed to be better than mine?"

Harry was rather surprised she didn't sneer again with that comment, but he wasn't in the mood to defend his society. "They refused to help. When I tried to get him to Saint Mungo's, I was arrested by the muggle police and aurors." Harry gritted out, a dull anger throbbed in his chest, but its been weeks and he didn't have anything left after his previous outburst.

"So you are a rebel," she commented. Then huffed despairingly, "You are also an idiot. At least do something tat benefits you if you are coming to such lengths." Fleur lectured. "Now about my payment-"

She leaned forward, her form shimmered with ethereal light as her eyes and hair shined with magic. Harry felt a spell working its way upon his body, encompassing his person, yet leaving him untouched, as if waiting for the acceptance of its presence.

Fleur continued, knowing that her magic had ensnared him completely, waiting for the signal to lock him into the bargain. "You will give me your first-born child."

Harry already knew his answer.

"I agree."

Fleur expected this human to accept the deal, but it was still a surprise that a wizard would actually accept. The fey woman smiled, there was so much she could do with a magical child, especially a first-born. "Excellent, soon your cousin will have et la miracule recovery." She shrugged, not like she knew when he'll be better. "The muggles will probably praising themselves for such a good job they've done patching im up."

"This won't be a monkey's paw thing will it?" The wizard asked warily. "Like he'll finally get out of the hospital only to get run over by ambulance?"

Fleur fought back her urge to snarl at the very insinuation. Between those voodoo doctors and merde genies, the fey would run out of people to deal with. "No." she stated firmly. "It would hardly be a deal if we didn't try to hold up our end of the bargain in good faith."

"Great!" He exclaimed. The wizard slumped forward, all the tension leaving his body. "Great-" he repeated quieter, only to immediately tense up again. The wizard looked Fleur in the eye, determination shone in his emerald gaze. "So are we doing this now?" He asked.

The question rather threw Fleur for a loop. "Excuse me?"

The wizard shuffled off his robe and draped it over his stone seat. He started to unbutton his shirt, his chest exposed to the air.

Fleur turned around in embarrassment, refusing to watch such actions. "What in Titania's name are you doing!?" Fleur shrieked in indignation. Even with her eyes covered, she still could not help herself from peeking through the corner of her eyes, the smallest trickle of space between her palm and her face. The wizard's face wasn't the only part of him that was decent looking.

The shuffling of clothes being removed stopped behind her. "You said you wanted my first born child right?" The wizard stated simply. "Do you want to do it now, or are we scheduling a meeting in a couple of weeks?"

"What are you talking about, espece de fou?" Fleur was thoroughly tempted to leave this man to his foolishness, but she needed to know if this man was sane enough to hold up his end of the bargain. Curse her over-eagerness for already agreeing to his request. "And put your clothes back on!" The fey ordered.

The wizard was finally clothed again, he spoke. "I need to give you my first born. I mean, unless there was a bit of a mistake with the translation." He sounded nervous, and when the wizard met her eye once again, all Fleur could sense was his complete honesty.

"You are serious-" Fleur could not believe it. "That is not ow this works, wizard!" She exclaimed. "You will give me your firstborn child between yourself and another."

"But they didn't agree to give up their child, only me." The wizard said. "That's the deal, right? I mean, another person involved blurs the lines and makes this way more complicated."

Fleur bit down her shout of frustration, it only came out as a growl, though she could swear that the nearby trees were laughing at her. What a bunch of birchs.

"I will find you, wizard, and you better be trying to uphold your side of the bargain." She refused to remain in the presence of this imbecile any longer. Fleur twisted on the spot and faded away with a gust of wind.

She would find him in a couple months, and he better be courting a human next time that she saw him.

With the coming of summer, Fleur decided to check in on her investment. The wizard should at least have a few courtships. She asked around, and the goblins stated that he certainly had enough material things to draw in other women. She tracked him down to some rural house on the outskirts of Hamshire. The wizard opened the door, and he certainly seemed rougher than the last time she saw him. Were these humans so lazy that they did not rise with the sun?

It took him a while to recognize her. "Oh, is it time for this?" He yawned. "Isn't it a bit early, might take me a while to get into the right mood."

"That iz not ow eet works." Fleur tittered angrily, "Merde." She swore. "If I wasn't sure that you are not playing dumb, then the fey magic would've dealt with you and your cousin."

The wizard smiled widely. "Seeing how my cousin is enjoying his surprise vacation in Italy, it seems like the magic is on my side." He paused. "Well I'm hungry, would you like to come in for breakfast? It must have been quite a trip from France."

Fleur thought it over, she may as well. Besides, this human could still slip up when he least expects it. "I am a bit peckish. I will take you up on your offer."

The months that follow seem strange for Fleur, visiting the wizard becomes a scheduled activity. At first, it was done once every couple weeks to try and get him to owe her another favour. However, even she had to admit it was rather interesting to spend time with him. It soon turned into weekly, if not more so. His cooking certainly aided her decision to visit him more often. The food of the fairie realm had become rather mundane without her notice.

With a snap of her fingers, Fleur hid her nature from other humans and allowed the wizard to be her escort. If he wanted to be such a prat at finding a partner, naturally he needed her to help him find the right woman for both their needs, despite his still ongoing protests about the deal.

Unlike her dear sister, the wizard had a preference for romance novels, it was nice having someone to talk about them with. Granted, Fleur found far more enjoyment by pointing out the ridiculousness of each plot, while he tried to defend them in vain.

The muggle movies have certainly improved since the pictures back in 20s. Who knew that the books of her mother's favoured human could be so amazing in such form? Tolkien earned her favour fairly.

Granted when she browsed his own collection of films and saw those horror films she wanted to know what scared humans so much about them. Fleur refused to admit she clung to him in fear, only to keep him from being scared himself. Humans are twisted creatures to keep such things in their homes, especially about creatures that take their place to devour them.

Changelings were not that bad.

With the coming of fall, the wizard was going to host a birthday party for one of them and he wanted to use it as an excuse introduce her to his friends. Fleur found his reasoning that "she would like them" rather incredulous, but maybe she could find a woman willing to mother his child so she could finally finish this agreement.

It was a pleasant evening. It was like the court gatherings, but less backstabbing, physically and emotionally. Herminone wasn't too bad, probably because she was the woman was so suspicious of her and kept a certain distance from her while staring holes in the back of Fleur's head. If she wasn't coddling her partner so much, she would have thought that she wanted her wizard for herself. Ron on the other hand, was staring at her just as much. Just without the suspicion. Fleur would love to hear the talk between those humans after this party, the conflict between them would be delicious.

Of the dozen people who showed up, the sister of the gap-faced redhead was the one who actually got on her nerves. The moment she entered the wizard's home, she glued herself to his side like lichen on a log. Constantly talking about things that Fleur knew the wizard had absolutely no interest in whatsoever. Why on earth would he care about some dragon and farmer at a ministry ball? When the party finally ended, the guests slowly trickled out of the wizard's home.

With this Ginny being the last, already getting far too close to the wizard. "So Harry, would you like to join me for dinner Friday? There's a new restaurant in Diagon Alley that I would love to try."

Fleur practically flew to the door, silencing his response. "Sorry Ginny-" She practically sneered with false politeness, "Arry and I already have plans. Ave a safe trip home." Fleur slammed the door shut in the human's face and twirled around and noticed how close she was to Harry himself.

He smiled at her. "We have plans?"

"Of course we do-" Fleur turned away from him flushed red. "You said that if attended this gathering that you would bake me Chocolate Banana Crepes. I want to see how badly you screw up a French delight."

Harry chuckled. "We'll see." He paused, looking at Fleur with curiosity as she tried to hide from his gaze. "If you come around more often I might try different flavours."

Fleur huffed in embarrassment. "I'll think about it."

5 years later

Fleur and Harry were woken up by constant pounding at the door. They would have been worried if it wasn't for the fact that their home was warded like Buckingham Palace against hostile intent. Seeing how they are now both awake, Harry said that he'll get started on breakfast before Martine barges in and sees something that neither of them wanted to explain just yet.

The constant pounding woke their second daughter, Lily, up and she was already making those fussy sounds but she quieted down as soon as her mummy picked her up. Between the two of them, Fleur was the more annoyed one. With her daughter cradled in her arms, the fey woman walked to the door where the pounding continued.

Fleur opened it to see her sister on the doorstep. "Mother told me that I'd find you here. What are you even doing sister?"

"I don't know-" She drifted off. Fleur mulled over the question.

Fleur looked behind her to see Harry in the kitchen heating up the stove, Martine darted into the kitchen demanding to help him with breakfast. Harry saw her staring at him and the look he gave back made her heart warm with love.

"But I rather like it."

A/N:

My submission towards the FlowerPot group on Discord. A grand collection of HarryxFleur shipping across multiple fanfic sites. I got the idea from a social media posting about a dealing with the fey, so I wanted to add a little Harry Potter flair. Personally, I think this came out not too bad.