A/N: This is a Hermione/Fleur post-Hogwarts story. POV is switching, starting with Fleur's. I don't want to give away too much information, but should say two things beforehand. First, Fleur and Hermione never met in Hogwarts and second, the Prolog does not give much information on how the whole story's content is processing. Enjoy.


To Find You Is To Find Me

Prolog

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" everyone shouted at the small girl.

Her mother embraced her from behind.

"Now Fleur, you have to blow out all the candles and wish for something."

She did as she was told, but she didn't know what to wish for. At first she thought a pony would be nice, since those were one of the most beautiful creatures her imagination could muster but then she thought about the fact that it would not fit in her room, especially if it would like to walk around.

"But maman, I don't know what to wish for..." The now 9 years old french girl said, still intrigued by the pony.

"Don't worry darling, there is always next year."

Then Fleur had an idea. She just wished for something amazing to happen. Some surprise, something big, fun and unexpected.

Still, she would not mind if it would be a pony either.

Later that day, when most of her guests were already gone, an old woman came towards her.

"Girl, how you have grown." She said and patted her head.

Fleur was amazed.

This woman was huge, really huge and when the little girl thought of her as a giantess she was not underestimating.

"Bonjour Madame." Replied Fleur with big intrigued eyes.

"Would you care to sit with me in the garden?"

Fleur obeyed. After they sat down the little whirlwind got noisy.

"So, who are you Madame?"

"An old friend of your parents, Fleur. You can call me Madame Maxime."

"It's nice to meet you. From where do you know my parents?"

"Oh, they were my students some years ago."

"Students? Are you a teacher?"

While she asked that the young girls mother walked towards the two.

She turned towards Madame Maxime.

"Oh maman, I thought you left already."

Now Fleur was confused. Why did her mother call this Madame Maxime "maman"?

"Non non, cherie, I'll leave later on. First I'll have a little chat with Fleur, you know I don't see her very often."

"Sure."

And with that Fleur's mother left with a paralized gaze on her face.

The young child just stared at the strange woman.

"Mon Dieu..I hoped this to work out a little more smoothly." The giantess said with a laugh.

Her eyes traveled down towards the blue pair of the young blonde.

"Fleur, there is something I need to tell you."

And with just this one sentence, and her birthday-wish already forgotten, Fleur's whole world turned upside down.

Madame Maxime told her that she was being adopted, because her parents died when she was only two years old. And that was just the pleasant part, when Maxime came towards the part that her parents weren't human, Fleur thought that this huge woman was crazy.

Yes, Fleur was young, nevertheless did this mean that she wasn't bright enough to not be realistic.

It took a lot of explaining until Fleur finally believed that this woman was not an escapee from a mental institution but a witch. A frigging witch. The headmistress of Beauxbatons, one of the best schools for Witchcraft and Wizardry in france for that matter. So, Fleur thought, that explains why mother believed Madame Maxime was my grandmother. It was magic's cause.

"So, I'm a witch?"

"You surely are. And not just "a" witch. You are the daughter of one of the most reputable couples in the world of magic. The Delacours are one of the oldest families and you are the last descendant."

The new appointed witch could only stare at Madame Maxime. She pretty much could not understand what has been going on. On one hand all of this was way too much information nearly unbelievable information, but on the other hand everything the giantess explained felt right. The idea of her being a witch felt familiar.

"I know you are tired, but there is just one more thing that you should know about."

The giant woman looked at the girl.

"The Delacours aren't just one of the oldest families in the world of magic. The women of your family belong to some kind of mystic beings. They're called "Veela". And you are one yourself. Well, only one quarter, but it still makes you be affected by certain side effects."

"Side effects? Will I get warts?" The blonde gasped. Madame Maxime shook her head no.

"Here."

Madame Maxime gave her a small book.

"Read this and you'll find out yourself. I have to go now, but I'll be back in exactly one week. Please make a decision till then, I need to know if you want to get to know the world your biological parents lived in, the world where nothing seems the way it is, the world of wizardry, however, if you do you can not go on living the life you are living right now."

With that the giantess disappeared in a pink fog.

Fleur thought about telling her parents what happened, but she knew they wouldn't believe her, they would only heave a sigh about her heavily distinct fantasy.

Late at night she started reading the book.

There she found out that Veela are stunningly beautiful and magically fascinating women, who have a special thrall to captivate others. When they are angered they turn to bird-like creatures who throw fireballs, but that wouldn't happen to a half or a one-quarter Veela such as Fleur. She found out, that this thrall starts to affect others with the start of the first menstruation. There are some people who can be affected very easily, they immediately start imagining they've fallen for the Veela, and there are others who won't be affected that much, they have the strength to control themselves, which doesn't mean that they won't really fall for the Veela's thrall as well. There is just one person in the world who is immune and that's the Veela's second half, or in other words, the Veela's soul mate.

That got Fleur's attention.

"A soul mate..." she whispered to herself.

Although she was only nine years old, there was one thing she believed in.

True love. She would be a princess, being saved by her very own prince Charming. Her knight in shining armor.

Till the next meeting with Madame Maxime, Fleur tried to act as normal as ever, but her thoughts were captivated with the world of wizardry, her Veela self and the keeper of her young heart.