A/N So I am starting a new story. Don't worry, I am not abandoning Harry Potter and the Conflicted Path or putting it on hiatus. I will just alternate between updating this work and the Conflicted Path.

This story is inspired by Deprived by The Crimson Lord, so if you like that one you will like this one.

Also, some things in this might be unrealistic and a bit cliché. Idc, I'm doing this for fun.

No further ado needed, I'm going to start writing now.

Italics=French

Delacour House August 25th 3:00 pm

Fleur opened the door to her house and ran inside. She found a couch and collapsed. Hearing the door close she looked up.

Her younger sister Gabrielle and her mother Apolline had followed her in. With them was her adopted "sister" Fayette and her mother Celeste. They had lived in the sizable Delacour house ever since Feyette's father Simon, who was an Auror, was killed in a terrorist attack when Feyette was eight. Celeste had receded into depression for a few years, and after she had recovered they just decided to stay. Apolline had been best friends with Celeste since they were four and so the Delacours were more than happy to keep them.

Fleur thought back to the last thirty minutes. Her father Jean had been elected Minister of Magic for France exactly a week prior after serving as Head of the Department of International Magical Co-Operation for a decade. He was already unpopular in more conservative circles because of his veela family and getting elected Minister of Magic was to much for some people.

Walking out of the Ministry to their car for some shopping after visiting Jean they had been ambushed. Luckily it was poorly executed and their two Auror bodyguards cast shields around them. Their bodyguards were some of the best and Fleur and Fayette were good for their age along with Celeste and Apolline but there were eight professional bounty hunters and all five girls had to Apparate (or in Gabrielle's case Side-Along) to the edge of the Delacour's property's wards and rush to the house fearing an attack there as well.

Fleur drew a shaky breath. She had heard stories of what people did to captured veela, which Fleur, Gabrielle, Appoline, Fayette and Celeste all were. Gabrielle crawled into Fleur's lap. She craddled her eight-year-old sister and rocked a bit without saying a word.

This wasn't the first time she had been forced to defend herself. However, it was Gabrielle's and it was the first time it was professional. Their attackers avoided the Killing Curse for the females (probably because they were being paid to bring them in alive) but used them against the bodyguards. And while they were sloppy in the setup, they were good fighters. Without one of their bodyguards noticing a few hand signals she would probably be tied up with her family at that moment in an unknown location.

Nobody had said anything still when Jean's silver finch Patronus flew into the room. "The attackers have been subdued. Delacour house is secure. Stay inside until further notice," it said in his voice. Then it disappeared.

Apolline was the first one to say something. "It seems we got lucky." She was still visibly shaken, probably at seeing her baby daughters in danger more than herself.

"Thank goodness for the bodyguards," Celeste agreed. She stood up. "I need to do something. Who wants cookies?" Everyone nodded. Celeste walked into the kitchen. Apolline followed her. Gabrielle went upstairs, probably to play in her room. That left just Fleur and Fayette in the sitting room.

"That was close," Fleur said to break the silence.

Fayette nodded. "We aren't going to have personal bodyguards at Hogwarts," she noted.

The wizarding community of Europe had been abuzz all summer. The 1994 school year was going to be huge for Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. All three schools; including the teachers, were going to be learning at Hogwarts for the entire year for the first-ever true shared learning experience between the three schools. Language charms had been a mandatory summer assignment for all three schools.

On top of that, there were going to be many competitions, the biggest four being the Dueling Tournament, the Academic Tournament, the Quidditch Cup and for the first time in over two centuries the Tri-School Tournament. Fleur and Fayette were both in their seventh year and were looking forward to the unique experience immensely.

But as Fayette had pointed out, while there would be security, it wouldn't be the same. And it had just been proven they were high-ranking targets. One doesn't get attacked in front of the front door of the Ministry unless they are important.

"I'm sure Papa will find a solution," Fleur reassured Fayette. And herself.

French Ministry of Magic August 25th 4:00 pm

Jean slammed his hand down on his desk. "Damnit Chandler!" On the other side of his desk was Chandler Cartier, head of the French DMLE and a friend of Jean's. "I need something."

Chandler held up his hand. "Look, I know that you are rightfully upset right now. But we can't spare any Aurors to guard your daughter at Hogwarts this year."

"My family was just attacked right outside the front door! You can't say they aren't high priority for both me and my enemies and deserve some kind of protection! I get there will security but with over three thousand kids to watch they can't pay attention to any one or two!"

"I agree," Chandler said calmly, trying to get Jean to settle down a bit. "And while I can't spare any Aurors, there is somebody else. Even better in fact."

He had Jean's curiosity. "Who?"

"He's called Harbinger."

Jean was confused. "Is that a code name or something? I don't recognize it from any of our elite forces."

Chandler coughed into his hand, looking a little uncomfortable. "Ahh, he's a bounty hunter. All the bounty hunters in this part of Europe have a nickname they use."

Jean's expression darkened. "After my family was just attacked by bounty hunters, you want me to pay another bounty hunter to guard them! How do you know he is any different!"

Chandler's expression was still a little uncomfortable. "Umm, a decent amount of past experience."

Jean narrowed his eyes. "I don't recall ever hearing about the Ministry hiring a bounty hunter in recent history."

"Yeah we keep it to the higher-ups at the DMLE and the Ministry's office. Don't want the masses to get into any sort of panic about this but bounty hunters are often better than the standard Auror and we sometimes hire them for extremely tough jobs. Over the past two years Harbinger has proven himself extremely efficient."

Jean still have a number of questions. "So you hire criminals to work for the DMLE? Shouldn't you be locking them up?"

Chandler rubbed the back of his neck. "Easier said than done. One, these people are pros for a reason. Two, we know where they gather and meet right now. I've sent squads into their favorite gathering places a few times to arrest one who did something really bad, but if we had a mass arrest things would get ugly, people would get away, and then we'd have no way of keeping track of them. Also, like I said, some are efficient."

"Why haven't I heard about this? Last I checked I am the Minister."

"Look Jean, you've only been in here for a week, and it just hasn't come up. We only hire one a few times a year."

"Fine then," Jean said with some bite. "You want me to hire a bounty hunter, who is probably a murderer, thief, rapist and who knows what else to protect my daughters?"

Chandler corrected him. "No, I want you to hire one of the best duelists, trackers, and detectives in Europe to protect your family. His very name will keep most from even considering a kidnapping job. And as for him being a rapist, don't worry he isn't. Harbinger actually has a moral code. He's the best and doesn't need to resort to underhanded tricks to get the job done. Plus one other reason."

"And what would that reason be."

"He's fourteen."

"Fourteen?" Jean shouted in shock. "You hire a fourteen-year-old and now want him to protect my family? Have you started taking something Chandler?"

"One he was twelve when we first hired him," Chandler said ignoring that last question. "And two, you haven't seen him kill. If I saw him on the opposite side of a fight from me I would run without an ounce of shame."

"And you want me to put this boy around my daughters?"

"He wears the best mask in the world," Chandler assured him. "If I didn't know better, I would think he is just a normal kid living a carefree life. Trust me, he won't traumatize anyone unless there is an attack in front of a crowd."

"And what do you think of him since you do know better?" Jean asked out of curiosity.

"He's a heartless monster who's mother should have drowned him when he was a baby," Chandler said bluntly. "But give him some gold, and once he signs the contract he'll be as loyal as you can ask. Trust me, this is the best option. You can even just say he is a transfer student to Beauxbatons. He'll fit right in with some glamor charms. I'm fairly sure he wears them constantly anyways."

Jean sat down and thought for a good minute. "You think this is the best option?"

"Yes."

"Can you arrange a meeting with him for tomorrow then? Anytime from one to five is fine."

Chandler stood up. "Will do. I'll get right on that."

As Chandler was leaving though, Jean thought of something. "What is Harbinger's real name."

Chandler turned around. "Nobody has any idea."

Jean slumped back into his seat. Chandler was probably crazy but Jean was a bit desperate at the moment and would have at least one chat with this "Harbinger."

Thinking about it, he decided not to tell his family until he was sure he was going to agree on a contract with him. They would probably like the idea as much as he did and didn't want them to get worked up if nothing ended up happening.

French Ministry of Magic August 26th

Jean sat at his desk as Chandler walked in followed by what appeared to be a normal boy. He was about five foot eight with blonde hair, high cheekbones, and a nose that could only be described as regal. Still, Jean wouldn't have given him a second glance any other day. He stood and offered his hand over the desk. "Harbinger I assume."

The boy shook his hand and sat down in one of the two chairs across for Jean. Chandler took the other one. "For this job, call me Frasier," he said with a pleasant smile.

Jean raised an eyebrow. This matched Chandler's description of what to expect, but was somehow not what he had thought a soulless monster would like. "I assume you know the job description?"

"Frasier" nodded. "Protect your daughter Fleur Delacour and her best friend Fayette Monat during the upcoming year at Hogwarts. Threats may include bounty hunters or boys enthralled by their allure that attempt to... get to hansy."

Jean nodded. "Do you think their allure will prove a challenge for you? It would do me no good to assign you to protect them only for you to "get to hansy" as you put it."

Frasier shook his head. "I've dealt with veela before. Trust me, I'll be fine."

Jean thought there could be several meanings of the phrase dealt with but didn't say anything. "I've heard you've been hired before, but couldn't find any records. It seems to have been all off the books. Care to enlighten me as to what you have done?"

"Remember the bombing in magical Nice two years ago? How the perpetrators were caught two months later? Or the heist at Gringotts Paris last year? All the stolen artifacts were found and recovered on the black market and the thieves either killed or arrested?" Jean cast a wary eye on Frasier. He had seen a few pictures of the bodies from when the Gringotts thieves were found. Anyone that could reduce a person to that state was a monster indeed.

"Harbinger completed both jobs within a week," Chandler said.

"How did you do what the best of us couldn't in a fraction of the time?" Jean asked. It still seemed unlikely this boy was truly some ruthless beast but if Chandler said he was the best and was truly that way Jean would at least give him the benefit of the doubt.

Frasier shrugged. "I was better than your best. Anything else?"

It took Jean a second to answer as he looked back through the conversation in his mind. It had seemed normal, like he was asking Frasier about his day at school, not discussing whether he would be Jean's daughters's protector for nine months. "Chandler said you are an expert at wearing a mask. I want to see you without it."

Frasier didn't ask any more questions. The effect was immediate and profound. Frasier before had looked like a little boy who wanted to go play with his friends after the talk with Jean. Eyes roaming the room without stopping to look at one thing in particular. Body language casual. Small smile. Basically, a normal boy.

But now Jean didn't doubt a word Chandler said. Frasier's bright green eyes dimmed and turned yellowish and held no life. His body language and demure turned cold, like you had just insulted his mother was about to beat you up in a schoolyard fight. The subtle smile disappeared until his mouth was a straight line. He looked ready to kill Jean and would do it without a second thought either. Jean had no doubt that he didn't lose any sleep over the people he killed. There was no soul to lose sleep over.

He briefly wondered what could have done that to a boy. Jean had seen a few people like him before, but they were all old war veterans, people who had seen actual Hell more than once and had been broken by it. Only Frasier didn't seem broken. He seemed impossible to break. An expression of steel.

Jean shuddered a bit. "All right, that's enough." He was desperate for that dead, killer look to stop. He noticed Chandler, one of the toughest people he knew, avoiding looking at Frasier.

That little, easy smile was effortlessly brought back. His eyes brightened until they were bright green again, and nearly glowing it seemed. His body language calmed down, posture became less threatening. Jean let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was hold. In front of him was once again just other little boy. One in millions. Frasier spread his arms out. "So. Do I get the job?"

Jean realized he was probably going to hire Frasier. There was no way somebody would be stupid enough to hurt Fleur or Feyette with that thing there watching over them. But he needed to make sure of something. "Just one last thing. Can you spend dinner over at my family's place. I want to know you can get along with Fleur and Feyette before I hire you to be around them for an entire nine months. Is this ok with you?"

Frasier nodded. "This is reasonable. What time?"

Jean reached under his desk and opened a drawer of portkeys. He grabbed a can and waved his wand over it, muttering something under his breath. He then handed it to Frasier. "This will take you my house at 6:00. Make sure to be holding it at that time."

Frasier nodded once again in understanding. "Anything else I should be aware of?'

"My family won't take it kindly that I am hiring a criminal to protect them nor the fact you are three years younger than my daughters. So don't go all... cold on them."

"Right, play nice all evening. Will do. See you in a few hours." Chandler followed Frasier out of the room, probably to make sure he didn't steal anything on his way out if Jean had to guess.

Jean blew out a big breath. He thought about how the evening would probably go. His family as a whole wouldn't take the news kindly at first. And after they calmed down, there would still be the fact he is only fourteen. Fleur especially was very proud and wouldn't take the fact that she is outclassed by somebody three years her junior.

Jean was a shrewd talker and was used to dealing with difficult people. It had been his job for years. But he also craved the support of his family like all people did. And he really hoped there was no lingering resentment from this night. No matter how it went, things would probably get rough.

Jean looked at his watch. It read 4:32. He decided to pack up a leave a little earlier than usual that night, telling his secretary he had family business that needed taking care off. It was a Friday anyways.

He had a private Floo in his office and used it to go back to his house. His wife was probably still at work. She had a company that designed high-end fashion that was fairly successful. Celeste was a Healer at St. Bernard's hospital, but had Fridays off. So soon after the attempted kidnapping Fleur and Fayette were unlikely to have left the property, and Gabrielle would be around as well.

Gabrielle was actually the first to see him as she came down the stairs into the sitting room. With a cry of "Papa!" she ran at him and gave him a hug around the waist. Jean chuckled and picked her up.

Fleur was the next person to see him. "Papa? What are you doing home early?"

"Fleur, can you get Celeste and Feyette? I have something I need to tell everyone."

"What about maman?"

"I will tell her when she gets back as well." Fleur and Feyette were likely to be the most upset so he wanted to give them as much time as possible to calm down.

A few minutes later everyone at the house was in the sitting room. Jean started talking. "I have found extra security for you two at Hogwarts for this year," he said.

"Good," Fleur said. Jean could tell she was a little relieved.

"Aurors?" Feyette asked.

"No. Chandler said he was even better?"

"Who is it?" Celeste asked.

"From what Chandler has told me, the DMLE has hired him twice in the past and has a reputation to be loyal, skilled, and reliable for his contractors."

"But who is it?" Celeste pressed.

Jean took a deep breathe. "It's a bounty hunter named Fraiser."

"You want a bounty hunter to protect our daughters! Have you forgotten yesterday already!" Celeste exploding. Both Fleur and Fayette looked adverse to the idea as well. Everything was going about as expected.

"No, I don't but Chandler does and I trust him."

"What about Aurors?" Fleur asked.

"I already tried that. We can't spare any."

"How would a bounty hunter blend in? I doubt he would be welcome if we told the British security," Fleur said.

Jean mentally prepared himself. Fleur was going to find the idea he trusted a fourteen-year-old more capable of protecting her more than herself extremely offensive. Hopefully Fayette wouldn't be quite so bad. "He will be a student at Beauxbatons this year. He's fourteen."

Instead of shouting as expected, Fleur stared in disbelief. "You think a boy three years younger than Fayette and I is more capable than we are?" Fayette nodded in agreement, looking upset.

"Remember those pictures you saw of the Gringotts thieves that died when their hideout was raided?" Fleur and Fayette nodded. They only saw two because they were gruesome. Limbs cut off, one hung on the wall by a spike through her neck. The pictures weren't released to the general public, but as a Department Head Jean got a few and the girls walked in as he was showing them to their moms. "Well that was him. Single-handedly."

"And you want the monster that did that around our girls?" Celeste said.

"I met him. He wears a mask very well. Trust me, he won't do anything to traumatize anyone."

"What about the allure? Why would you hire a male to guard us?" Fleur said. And it was a good point, hiring a female probably would be better.

"He said he has dealt with veela before and will be fine. Chandler believes him."

"Do we get a say in this?" Fayette interjected. She wasn't very talkative and didn't contribute to conversations for trivial reasons most of the time.

"Yes actually. He is coming to dinner at 6:00. If there are issues with the allure or you can't stand him I won't sign a contract with him."

Fleur stood up. "Fine," she said with no small amount of bite. "I'm going to get ready." She stalked off to her room.

Fayette stood up as well. "I'm going to dress up as well." While she wasn't as blatantly obvious as Fleur Jean knew her very well at this point and could tell she wasn't happy with him as well.

Jean turned to Celeste. "Well?"

Celeste stood up as well. "I'm going to tell Apolline take care of you." Jean winced as she walked out. He was not looking forwards to that conversation.

Gabrielle spoke up for the first time. "I don't think that was a good idea Papa." Jean looked down in surprise. He had forgotten she was there.

When Apolline arrived from work ten minutes later, Jean decided to talk to her in their bedroom behind privacy charms. He emerged looking very harried thirty minutes later.

At five to six, everybody was ready. Fleur and Fayette especially were dressed in their best. Fleur was in a silver flowing dress with her hair tied in a bun, and Fayette was in a similar light blue one with her hair down. Jean could tell they were hoping to embarrass Frasier. He was really hoping it wouldn't work.

The Portkey sent Frasier to the front porch so at exactly 6:00 there was a knock on the door. Jean was the one to open it. "Welcome. Please come in."

Frasier obliged. Behind Jean were five girls and women. From the pictures Chandler showed them he knew their names already. He could all but Gabrielle were letting their allure out more than a tiny bit and reached into one of the back corners of his mind for his secret weapon. Slamming his barriers in place around his mind he fought to keep a pleasant smile on his face and a sneer off of it.

Apolline was the next person to greet him. "A pleasure to meet you Frasier." She held out her hand. Frasier politely kissed her knuckles before dropping her hand. To Apolline's surprise there was nothing lingering about the contact like she expected. He repeated the process with Celeste. Fleur and Fayette didn't hold out their hands, but Frasier politely nodded his head them when greeting them. Gabrielle just hid behind Apolline's legs.

To Jean's surprise Frasier showed no sign of being affected by the combined allures. He was almost completely immune but could still feel a slight pull from Feyette, Apolline, and Celeste. Fleur was his daughter and therefore had no affect on him. He didn't show it but breathed a huge sigh of relief inwardly.

Frasier strengthened his mental barriers while focusing on maintaining a pleasant demeanor. He could tell all four women were trying to embarrass him with their allure and their choice of dress. Nothing was revealing but couldn't be called casual either by any standards, even for a formal dinner party. For even somebody with a strong natural will it would be hard to avoid stuttering, staring, and trying to sneak peaks at cleavage. Frasier however had no issues keeping his eyes on faces, speaking straight and avoid lingering contact. In fact, he had to force himself to have any sort of contact at all with somebody else in this state.

Fleur and Fayette were both surprised by the boy's act and appearance. He was in a nice muggle button up suit and jeans and didn't seem remotely threatening or fearsome. He also seemed completely immune to the veela allure so far. Both shared a glance. This was the most they had seen a boy roughly their age exhibit any resistance.

Everybody relocated to the formal dining room. Jean sat at the head of the table with Apolline to his right followed by Frasier then Celeste. On his left was Fleur, then Fayette, and Gabrielle. Frasier knew that him sitting away from the younger women was no accident.

The house-elves served the appetizer; smoked salmon canapes. Everybody started eating but it was clear there was an underlying tension. Apolline was the first to break the silence. "So, Frasier. Tell us, how does one so young gain such a reputation in killing and maiming?" It was said as a polite question but Frasier could tell Apolline didn't like him one bit, despite his self-control.

Frasier politely wiped his face off before setting the napkin in his lap. Everybody, even Jean and Gabrielle were listening as closely as they possibly could. "I ran away from home when I was eight. Had nowhere to go, but I knew a lot about magic and the Dark Arts. Used that to rob people for a few years before I got into bounty hunting at ten. People learned to take me seriously after a buried a few of them. Worked my way up. Now I'm here."

Nobody was satisfied by that explanation. It just added more questions. "Who did you learn so much from at such a young age?" Celeste asked from Frasier's other side. "Family? A friend?"

"An enemy," Frasier answered cryptically as he continued to eat.

"Who?" Fleur asked.

"Somebody I'd rather not talk about as we eat."

"And will you talk about this enemy after we eat?" Apolline asked, already knowing the answer.

"No."

"You do know we are going to be entering in the Tri-School Tournament right?" Fleur said. "Why do you think we even need protection?"

"Ahh yes, the Tri-School Tournament. Very exciting. I'm looking forward to it. Did you know in a past Tournament..." Somehow the conversation was easily steered away from Frasier's past and profession and into discussion about the upcoming school year. Not that nobody wanted to go back to Frasier, its just that he had a lot of interesting information about previous tasks in past Tournaments, or interesting tidbits about the other two schools that he picked up Merlin knows where. None of the hosts had any real idea if it was all accurate or true but it was interesting nevertheless.

Fleur and Fayette were confused. They wanted to hate Frasier, and to some extant still did. But at the same time, he was unlike any boy their age they had met. He was actually likable. Polite, cultured beyond his years, seemingly immune to the allure, everything a veela looked for in a partner. Sure, he was three years younger, but three years was nothing past the early twenties and that could be excused anyways in light of his general composure, which was nothing like a fourteen-year-old's.

But they knew he was a murderer. Seen the pictures of what he supposedly did. He admitted to have extensive knowledge about the Dark Arts. However, they hadn't seen any first-hand evidence of that yet.

The elves brought in the entree of chicken confit. Shortly afterwards it was Fayette of all people that managed to steer the conversation towards Frasier again. "There will be a Dueling Tournament as well this year. Do you enjoy dueling?"

To everyone's surprise, Frasier shook his head no. "Dueling is more for show. I prefer a real fight. Where there are no penalties for using a simple bone-breaker."

"Can a leetle boy like you even cast a bone-breaker," Fleur scoffed.

She was trying to bait him into actually preforming magic, and Frasier saw it a mile away. But there was no reason not to demonstrate a simple bone-breaker. The wall Frasier was facing, behind Fleur, Fayette, and Gabrielle faced the back garden and behind it a grove of plum trees. Frasier, without standing up, flicked his two wands from their sleeve holsters into his hands, one wand in each one. With one wand he opened the window, with the other he simultaneously cast a bone-breaker. It flew past the garden and harmlessly hit one of the plum trees. Before it even hit, he had closed the window. And he did all of this silently.

Everyone stated. A fourteen-year-old could silently cast advanced spells. And not only that, he had two wands and could use them simultaneously. Nobody, not even Jean, knew anybody that could cast two spells at once, even if they did have two wands. It would be like trying to say two things in your head at the exact same time. And this boy did it without any effort it seemed.

"That is... most impressive Frasier," Celeste said, breaking out of her shock. "How long have you had two wands."

"Four years. A fellow bounty hunter helped me get the second one."

Nobody else really knew what to say so the conversation moved on. "You said you don't enjoy dueling," Fleur said. "But if you had to what would be your favorite sequence?"

"Hmm, give me a minute." That was kind of a tricky question. Unforgivables were of course out of the picture, along with his favorite other curses, bone-breakers, blood boilers, entrail expelling, most cutting curses. "I would say incendios on either side,two budgeoning or sheild-breakers right down the middle, two incarcerous."

Fleur and Fayette both looked thoughful. Though they couldn't use two wands, it was still a good idea. Trap your opponent in, use the bludgeoning or shield-breakers to break any defenses of that short, and follow through with a wide-range spell right afterwards. If that could be made into a chain to avoid giving an opponent any time between spells, it would be formidable indeed.

"What if you only have one wand?" Fleur asked.

Frasier shook his head. "Been to long. Can't help you there."

Fleur huffed in frustration. Apolline asked the next question. "My husband mentioned you are called Harbinger. Why is that?" Jean already knew the answer but let Frasier answer it.

"Every pro in pretty much the entire world has a nickname. I know people we call Scar, Vampire, Russian, Sword, and a whole host of others."

"But why did you get Harbinger?" Celeste pressed.

"People learned pretty quick that my appearance meant dead bodies would come pretty quick."

It was this point that Jean realized they probably should have saved the real conversation until after dinner and Gabrielle was no longer in the room. She was currently wide-eyed and staring at Frasier with no small amount of fear. Oh well. To late now really. If he asked her to leave she would whine about desert.

"Why do you get the nicknames in the first place?" Jean asked.

"Partly to keep those who just hear them in passing from knowing who we really are. Keeps the casual listener from learning to much. Partly because they sound cool."

"That seems like of pointless," Fayette observed. "After all, it seems like the DMLE knows your name easy enough."

"Not true. Nobody knows my real name and Harbinger at the same time save myself," he answered.

Fleur glared at him. "How are we supposed to trust you them if you lie to us about something as simple as your own name?"

"I didn't lie about my name Fleur. I told your father that for this job he may call me Frasier. It's not my fault if he told you that was my actual name."

That didn't stop the glaring. "And do you have a reason not to trust use with something as simple as your name? Ashamed of it?" She was trying to bait him again, but this time Frasier had a reason not to take it.

"One, names hold a tremendous amount of power. Two, you have spend this entire evening trying to get me to humiliate myself. Not just you either. So yes, I say I have a good reason not to trust you." Fraiser pushed his empty plate away from himself and stood up. "I need to relieve myself before dessert. Please excuse me."

As he turned and started to leave the room, Fleur gave him the evil eye more than Fayette and their moms, who were doing the same. It was true that they hadn't reigned in their allures and had instead been steadily increasing them over the course of the evening.

I'll show you humiliation, Fleur thought. Who was this boy to come in and act like he was superior to her in her own house! She directed her entire allure straight on Frasier. She had never done this before, as her mom and Celeste had told her it would permanently scar the mind of anybody she did it to. But Frasier was unnaturally strong and she was sure he would just make an ass out of himself, nothing more. "Tell me your name."

Frasier had been anticipating the attack, having goaded Fleur into it. He instantly locked his full mental defenses into place. Because nobody could see his face, he didn't bother to hide how his eyes turned completely yellow and narrow. His face twisted into a sneer, and his wands shot into his hands. Every ounce of his being wanted to turn around and kill the person that dared attack him but managed to restrain himself.

Fleur was frightened. She had seen enthralled men get aggressive with her before and had been forced to defend herself. But Fraiser's body language didn't seem like he wanted to force himself on her. He looked more like the men that tried to kidnap her. Like he was ready to start shooting curses.

But he didn't and when Fleur relaxed the allure, his body language instantly went back to normal. To her shock he simply turned around and winked before walking to the bathroom.

Fleur's cheeks flushed red. She realized he had goaded her into that to dispel any lingering doubts that he couldn't handle himself. It was clever and she had walked right into it.

All the adult veela were amazing. This was simply wasn't heard of. Frasier should have been a vegetable willing to do literally anything Fleur asked of him. But he didn't.

When Frasier came back after the elves served a dessert of chocolate crêpes, one of the Delacour's favorites, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Fleur was very tempted to challange Frasier to a duel to try to get back. But she already knew what the results would be. Total humiliation for her. She was already at a disadvantage with only one wand. And while Frasier may look fourteen, he was not mentally. Anyone could see that.

The rest of the dinner was very polite. Frasier had proven every point he wanted to and nobody tried to test him again. At around 7:45 after some polite conversation with Fleur and Fayette about the best ways to use charms pratically in real life (it was weird for them to hold such a normal conversation with such an un-normal boy) he prepared to leave. When talking to him normally, they both found him to be a very charming and relaxed person. At least he acted that way.

This time, both Fleur ans Fayette let him kiss their knuckles as a proper farewell. Both felt a tingle race up their skin from where he touched them. After Jean walked him to the edge of the wards were he Apparated away (of course he could) he walked back into the house. "So? Is he acceptable?"

Both Fleur and Fayette nodded. Celeste and Apolline slowly acquiesced as well. He was after all perfect for the job. Blending in would be as simple as letting him into Beauxbatons, and he was clearly more than skilled enough. And while he was a boy, he was immune to the allure and perfectly professional and polite.

"Very well then. I'll have a contract written up and signed by the next couple of days."

Frasier appeared in front of a pub called the Red Cross. It looked legitimate but was actually a front for a popular bounty hunter gathering spot. His mask disappeared as his face and demeanor went from friendly and pleasant to cold and threatening. His eyes especially changed as they dimmed and turned dead-looking. "Thank Merlin that is over."

A/N I hoped you like this first chapter, pretty long for me. Like I said, the next chapter I post will be for the Conflicted Path, then Chapter 2 of this.

I hope you like the idea. I just wanted to have two projects going to break up the writing for me.

I'm sure that many of you already know what Harry's "secret weapon" is. It's not supposed to be a big secret for the reader.

In case anybody is wondering, Fayette is not actually Jean or Appoline's daughter. But because Fayette and Celeste live in the same house and are so close to the Delacours they say Fayette is their daughter, and it is like Fayette, Fleur, and Gabrielle all have three parents. Also, almost forgot but the reason the Tri-Wizard Tournament is called the Tri-School Tournament is because each school will have two champions.

Leave a review if you have something to say, and I will be posting again soon.