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Chapter 55
September 9th, 1995
Delacour Manor, France
Harry woke up to birdsong and a few trays of sunshine that managed to find their way through the partly drawn curtains. Cinnamon and vanilla filled his nostrils as he took a deep breath. Something stirred next to him. He tentatively opened his eyes...
Well, next to him was probably the wrong word... A girl's head was resting on his chest and long, platinum blonde hair was scattered in all directions from it. One of her legs was wrapped over his and she seemed to have pulled herself even closer during the night.
Harry felt the ridiculous body heat radiating from her, as she was tightly pressed against him. And it also seemed neither of them was wearing any clothes...
Harry had to involuntarily grin as he thought about last night. With Fleur's sister still at Beauxbaton and her parents on a business trip in Switzerland, the naked Veela next to him had insisted on making excellent use of the empty house.
Fleur's bedroom might be where they finally ended up, but it was definitely not where their little adventure had started. The French witch had been very demanding last night. Luckily, they had asked the elves to retreat to their quarters.
Harry started softly stroking her hair and letting his other hand trail down the length of her back. Fleur stirred slightly, an adorable little purr escaped her lips and she sighed contently.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Harry whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"It is a good morning," Fleur sighed and smirked the very next second: "But I notice your hand keeps wandering, Mr. Potter."
"Would you like me to stop?" Harry whispered as he pressed soft kisses from her ear down to her neck.
"No." Fleur shook her head ever so slightly. She repositioned herself and lifted her left leg a little high, still leaving it wrapped over Harry's body.
This allowed Harry to drop his hand even further down her smooth back, all the way to her butt, where he gave each cheek a soft squeeze. A small wiggle from Fleur granted him even better access, now. His fingers trailed slow circles along her inner thigh, occasionally trailing higher up, to ever so slightly brush against the heat between her legs.
Fleur's chest, tightly pressed against the side of his torso, started raising and lowering at a quicker pace now. When the tip of multiple fingers brushed, once more, from one leg, slowly over her center, and onto the other, the Veela started moaning softly:
"Stop teasing me already." She breathed heavily and lifted up her chin to capture his lips in a hot searing kiss.
"As you wish," Harry grinned against her lips and Fleur felt the first finger enter her. She pushed her hips back against Harry's hand and before she knew it, a second finger had joined the first one.
"That's much, better already." Fleur gasped as Harry slowly eased his finger in and out of her. Her breathing became even quicker. Soft moans escaped her lips every few seconds. She desperately tried to repress them, by pressing her lips against Harry's and invading his mouth with her tongue.
"What about this then?" He whispered, as he curled his finger up inside her in a way, he knew she loved.
"Harry." Fleur gasped. "Please don't stop."
But Harry started slowing down, ignoring the cute pout on her lips and the visible frustration at denying her what she longed for.
However, Fleur stopped growling, as Harry slowly slipped from underneath her while placing a soft trail of kisses from her lips, down to her neck and lower. He paid special attention to each of her breasts and her hardened nipples, before dipping even lower than that.
His fingers were still inside her, trailing slow circles, but by now he had crawled down to the edge of the bed and settled himself in between her legs.
"Do you still want to continue?" Harry smirked.
Fleur nodded frantically and closed her eyes, as Harry moved his hands down her legs, easing them over his shoulders before slowly lowering his head in between her legs.
Fleur shivered violently at the sensation of his warm breath between her thighs. Her hands automatically started playing with his unruly hair, as they always did, whenever Harry performed what he was about to.
At the first touch of his tongue between her legs, all thoughts seemed to vanish from her head, as a cry of pure delight escaped her mouth. Her hips bucked up to meet Harry's hot mouth, as his tongue started exploring her heat.
Fleur closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the sensation of Harry touching her in a way, which only he had ever done and only he would ever continue doing so.
A haze of pleasure overcame her as the familiar tightness grew in the pit of her belly. Harry knew exactly what he was doing, she had taught him what she preferred and what she enjoyed the most, after all.
Harry himself only smirked as his tongue was dancing in between her thighs. He knew she was close and he knew what would send her over the edge, soon. When he added a finger to his already very skillful tongue, another loud cry escaped Fleur's mouth and an overwhelming sense of pleasure, followed by a rush of satisfaction washed over her, soon after.
She moaned Harry's name, over and over again, as she pressed Harry's head against her heat in a desperate attempt to prolong the incredible wave of pleasure that rushed through her entire body, from head to toe.
Harry slowed down a bit and allowed her to gradually come back down from her high. Her legs, above his shoulders, were still spasming, ever so slightly.
Fleur dropped her arms as she lay down flat on her back, trying to catch her breath. She heard Harry slowly crawl upwards until he was resting in between her legs. Her eyes were still closed as he leaned down to give her a long passionate kiss. Something about tasting herself on his lips ignited a fire inside her...
When something hard and hot brushed against her thigh, she opened her eyes, to see Harry with a satisfied smirk grin down at her: "I hope you are not done yet?" He whispered and Fleur gasped as his very hard shaft brushed over her a still sensitive spot between her legs.
"Why don't you find out?" Fleur whispered. She wrapped her legs around him. One of her hands pulled his face closer to hers, so she could invade his mouth with her tongue once more. The other hand traveled down his body, wrapped itself around his hard member, and aligned him with her center.
"I love you, Fleur" Harry whispered in between kisses, as he pushed himself all the way inside her.
It was already past lunchtime when Harry and Fleur finally left their bed. The couple had taken a long bath together, following their intensive love-making session after waking up. However, young and energetic as they were, as soon they were pressed against each other in a warm bathtub, one thing led to the other.
Now, both were wearing bathrobes and Fleur was sitting on his lap, playfully feeding Harry small portions of different fruits an elf had prepared for them. Harry noticed how, from time to time, she drifted away and a frown appeared on her beautiful features.
"What is it, love?" Harry asked her.
The deepest blue met emerald green and Harry saw a shimmer of fear. What could she possibly be scared of?
"Let me come with you tonight, Harry." Fleur swallowed: "I beg you."
"Fleur..." Harry started but the Veela placed a long delicate finger on his lips and shut him up.
"How can you leave me tonight and face this danger by yourself, after making love to me all morning?" Fleur asked him.
Harry gulped: "It because of how much I love you, that I cannot bear to see you in danger..."
"And what about me, Harry? What about my feelings? Shall I cry myself to sleep tonight and desperately wait for you to tell me that you are still alive?"
Harry shook his head, but Fleur continued.
"Because that is exactly what I did when you went after Crabbe, Harry."
"Fleur..." Harry gulped: "These people don't stand a chance against me... I can take them... you know I can... Don't you trust me and my abilities?"
"I know what you are capable of Harry. And I still don't like it. A mad man, a Dark Lord, perhaps as dangerous as Grindelwald, is after you and you are hunting his followers. Something can always go wrong."
"So, what shall I do, Fleur?" Harry replied: "I have seen what these followers have done to women. And with someone like you... someone close to me... they will do even worse. You know it's true... These cowards from Durmstrang and the upper-year Slytherins almost got you... I can't let that happen to you."
"But they did not get me... And do you know why?" Fleur asked, and her eyes started beaming brightly: "Because we fought together... And anytime we fought together so far, we have been victorious and we will continue being so."
Harry still did not seem convinced, so the Veela continued: "You are a powerful wizard, Harry. But I am Fleur Delacour." She held her head up high and glared dangerously as Harry chuckled.
"I am a powerful Veela and one of the best duelers my age. You know I can defend and take care of myself. But if we fight together, my love..." Fleur cupped his head in both her hand and placed a soft kiss on his lips: "... then nothing will stop us."
Her movement led to the bathing robe gliding down one of her shoulders and exposing the top of her breast. Harry's gaze dropped only momentarily...
He was almost certain that she had done it deliberately: "You don't play fair, my love." Harry smirked at her, gesturing at her exposed upper body: "Using your body and Allure to ensnare me and convince me of your plan?"
"A woman must use all weapons available to her, including her body, Harry." Fleur covered herself back up, with a smirk: "It is very unfortunate that you have been immune to my allure ever since you were a little boy."
"Apparently, I am not as immune as I thought." Harry pouted.
"No, Harry... What you are feeling right now is not my allure... Just your love for me... Mixed with lots of testosterone, of course." Fleur grinned. Then, she turned serious again: "So, will you take me with you?"
"But what if someone recognizes you?" They might come for you or even your family...
But surprisingly, Fleur only shook her head: "Think about it, Harry... Do you honestly think Voldemort will waste resources on men coming over to France and attack the family of the Head of the French DMLE and a representative of the ICW?"
Fleur chuckled: "If Voldemort only bend a hair on my head. France would pretty much declare war on him, as would the rest of the European ICW nations."
Harry sighed. He knew she was right and was unfair to deny her that: "I will take you, my love. But only because I would insist on it myself if the roles were deserved. But want you to follow my commands and listen to me at all times, understood."
Fleur smirked satisfied with herself and winked at him: "You know I like when you become more dominant, Harry. I will allow you to... order me around... Just this once."
Harry couldn't help but laugh: "Fine. But then I suggest you change into something that will allow you to duel without flashing your opponents. Though when I think about it... This could work out in our favor." Harry grinned as he slowly slid her bathrobes off of her shoulder.
Fleur, however, stopped him just before exposing her breast again: "You know I will never expose myself for anyone but you, my love. And we have had enough fun for today, Harry. It is time to get to work."
Over the next few hours, Harry briefed his girlfriend on anything he had found out about Thomas Avery. Fleur paid close attention and seemed very eager to prove to Harry, that she would be a valuable asset for tonight's mission.
Of course, Harry knew what Fleur was trying to do. This was her first step in being closely involved in the coming war. If she could prove to Harry, that she can handle herself tonight, then Harry would be forced to continue taking her on these dangerous missions.
After going through the entire process multiple times, Fleur and Harry decided to do some practice duels, before having dinner together. Usually, Avery arrived between 10.00 to 11.00 pm at night at the bar, so around 9.30 pm, the two teenagers decided to head back to England.
They both pulled out their new Portkey, stood next to each other, and simultaneously said: "Hogwarts."
A second later, both reappeared in the Salazar quarters and we were greeted by the Founder:
"Fleur! What a pleasant surprise?" Are you going to keep me company while this man-child goes after the bad guy tonight?"
Fleur tightened her ponytail and cleansed her clothes off of any specks of dust: "Good evening, Salazar. And no, I will accompany Harry tonight and we will capture the bad guy together."
"That is an interesting change..." The portrait's eyes briefly flicked over to Harry, who nodded: "Alright, let's fix our outfits for the night, Fleur."
With a flick of his wand, his dueling robes turned a deep black. Fleur did the same to the skin-tight pair of jeans and long sleeve top she was wearing. Next, she carefully put her long hair up in a bun and covered it up.
Harry could tell she was not happy to hide her trademark platinum blonde hair. However, her hair was too much of a risk of being seen and her identity being discovered. Last but not least, they turned their white trainers black. Now they were ready.
"Well, you two make a cute pair. Good luck and come back save and sound." Salazar chuckled.
"Dobby!" Harry called the elf.
"Take us to Diagon Alley."
Dobby nodded and held out both his hands. Harry looked over at Fleur, who leaned in for a last peck on the lips: "Let's do this."
With determination, both teenagers each grabbed a hand.
A second later, Dobby apparated them to a lonely corner in Diagon Alley. Simultaneously, they flicked their wands into their palms and silenced their feet. Harry crept around the corner and checked the perimeter.
There was still the occasional customer, who quickly finished their shopping trip. It was a warm summer night, shortly after sunset, and long shadows were cast by the few shops, which still had their lights on.
"Disillusion yourself and follow me to the entrance to Knockturn Alley," Harry whispered and received a short nod. A second later, both teens made their way across the lonely cobblestone street of magical Britain's shopping district.
Harry could feel Fleur's magical presence right behind him and continued all the way to the entrance of the Alley.
He paused and waited for Fleur to catch up with him. A second later, he not only felt her magical presence but smelled her as well: "Scent masking charm, quickly." Harry whispered.
"Merde." He could hear Fleur whisper, as she silently masked her scent.
He turned back around. Ahead of him lay Knockturn Alley. The long road was sparely lit. Lantern hardly existed. Most of the light came from the windows of the shops.
The pub, which Avery frequently visited was located further down the Alley, almost all the way at the dead end. However, it was too risky to take the cobblestone road down there.
Instead, Harry tucked on Fleur's arm and led her to the gap in between shops, which they could use to climb up on the roofs. There might not be anti-apparition wards in the Alley itself, however, most shop owners took their own precautions, including setting up different wards, against break-ins.
Harry had checked this specific house and knew that it was safe to climb up on its roof. Harry led Fleur to the spot, where it was the easiest access the roofs and they used an old Muggle trash can to lift themselves up.
Soon, there were on the roof of the small one-story building: "Up onto the roof of the next building and then down the Alley." Harry whispered.
One house after another, Harry and Fleur climbed their path towards the lower end of the Alley. Taking the roofs might take longer, but it had been the right choice. The further they went, the busier the Alley got, even at night. They could hear music and laughter coming out of a few of the bars and pubs. In, addition, the Alley got shadier the further they went.
Even with lots of wizards and witches walking in and out of the shops and bars, barely any of them stopped to talk to others outside in the open street. People ignored one another. They moved alone, or in small groups. Besides, most were covering their faces under deep hoods.
After climbing from rooftop to rooftop, they finally arrived at a spot opposite to the bar, in which their target would soon enjoy his last night of drinking. From their position, they had an ideal view over the Alley underneath them and the entrance to the bar.
Now, it was time to wait for Avery... Harry checked his watch: It was five minutes to 10.00 pm. Usually, Avery would arrive within the next hour. All they could do now was wait.
"Remember, he is a pureblood and he is arrogant," Harry whispered to Fleur. Both had canceled their disillusionment charm as they lay on the rooftop.
"So, he will walk with his head held high, unlike many of the other visitors in this shabby Alley." Fleur nodded her understanding.
"Exactly." Harry smiled.
"How will you figure out Voldemort's and the Death Eaters' reaction to what we are attempting?" Fleur asked curiously, her eyes never leaving the street below her.
"Severus Snape will brief the Order. Most likely in an emergency meeting." Harry explained, scanning the entrance to the pub: "Sirius is still a full member of the Order and will leave his two-way-mirror connection active to the meeting."
"A good plan... What about your alibi for tonight?" Fleur asked: "Voldemort might already be thinking that you are involved, but you need to convince Dumbledore that this is not your doing... Otherwise, he might stop your lessons."
Harry smirked: "Good thing that I am supposed to have a lesson right now, with him."
Fleur's frown quickly changed into a bright grin: "The time-turner... of course... he won't suspect your involvement if you have been in his presence while all of this occurs."
"Exactly... and that's also why..." He stopped when his eyes found something suspicious. A man of above-average height was walking... no, striding down the Alley, aiming for the pub.
"That's him," Harry whispered. "Are you ready?"
Fleur had already pulled out her wand and nodded before taking careful aim. They waited until Avery was right about to enter the pub, then Fleur acted. Her silent tracking charm hit its mark on Avery's wide back.
"Well done, love" Harry whispered and pecked her cheek.
The tracking charm would alarm them as soon as Avery crossed the threshold, where he had been hit with it, again. In Harry's and Fleur's case, the Veela's wand would start vibrating as soon as Avery came back out of the pub.
"How much did you say he usually spends in there?"
"A few hours usually... perhaps two to three in total." Harry chuckled.
"Well, you better entertain me then, Mr. Potter... After all, I sacrificed my Saturday night for you." Fleur stated.
"How are your classes going?" Harry asked curiously: "And which one have you dropped after completing your OWLs?"
"I have dropped four of my classes." Fleur explained: "I don't really require in-depth knowledge in Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology and History of Magic for my future career. Besides, with only eight classes remaining, now, I have more time to focus on my core classes, like Enchanting, Runes, and Arithmancy."
"That makes sense," Harry nodded.
"You have not told me about your awful new teacher yet, Harry. We got a bit distracted before we reached that topic last night..."
Harry's eyes darkened: "I probably hate her almost as much as Voldemort and his Death Eaters at this point... She is just ridiculous. She does not want to teach us any magic. All we do in her class is read the worst book ever."
"So she is just a bad teacher?" Fleur asked.
"No, it's not even that." Harry shook his head. "She is the one that was present at my hearing. She was the one that sent me the official letter. But even before that, we have had our fair share of confrontations, already... She called me a liar in my second year when I saved the entire school from the Basilisk. She also did her best to stop Sirius from having a fair trial."
Fleur nodded her understanding.
"But the worst thing is her blatant racism and hate for anything that's not fully human."
Fleur's eyes narrowed at that: "Did she say something about me? Is that why you've been so angry and called me after your class on Friday?"
"Partly yes... She just started ranting about you and your Headmistress. She called you some really horrible things and I am going to make her pay for it." Harry said with determination.
"Make sure you do, my love. Or better yet, call me over and allow me to do them myself."
"I knew, I liked you from the beginning," Harry grinned.
"Just admit it, Mr. Potter... you have been deeply in love with me, ever since you saw me at your first tournament in Paris..." Fleur smirked: "I am Fleur Delacour, after all..."
The two remained on the lookout for almost two hours, talking about life and school when suddenly Fleur's wand started vibrating. Both teenagers instantly pulled themselves together, as they spotted Avery leaving the pub. He was stumbling and seemed to be unable to walk straight. Perfect, this would make things even easier.
The street was empty by now and it has been for almost 30 minutes. They watched as Avery turned to his left and stumbled back the path down the Alley, where he came from.
Harry held out his hand and apparated both him and Fleur silently down to the street, roughly ten meters behind Avery. It probably would not have mattered if they had made a sound. Avery seemed way too drunk to notice anything going on around him. The man must be exceptional at apparating if you usually made his way home in a state like that...
"Cast the charms on him," Harry whispered and Fleur fired two spells at the man's back in quick succession. The first was a spell that checked for Portkeys on a person's body and the second was an Anti-Apparation charm. The man did not even notice the impact, perhaps he thought the latest stumble forwards was just the result of the alcohol in his blood.
"He does not have any Portkeys of his own," Fleur told Harry.
"Good, let's move in then." Checking once more that the street was empty, they approached the man, who had started babbling nonsense, from behind.
A silent stunner was all it took to take him out. The teenagers quickly rushed over to his unconscious body.
Harry grabbed the man on his shoulder and offered his arm to Fleur. In his open palm lay another coin. As soon as the Veela's fingers connected with his arm he said the phrase: "Graveyard."
The trio vanished from sight and reappeared in the, at least to Harry and Avery, familiar Graveyard of Little Hangleton.
Fleur frowned as she looked around. This was where her boyfriend nearly escaped death. She remembered watching his memory of the night. To Harry, the Graveyard looked the same as the last time he had been here, before securing the Ring.
He quickly cast the necessary charms to mask their magical signatures on both of them. He took the man's wand from him and checked the anti-apparition charm once more. Then he revived the Deatheater:
"Renervate!"
The man's eyes blinked open: "What the fuck...?"
He looked around and his eyes widen at seeing the large tombstones next to him: "Where am I?"
He seemed to slowly recognize where he had been taking. Pure fear was visible on his facial features. It was then, that he spotted Harry and Fleur, still dressed in black.
"Who the fuck are you and where have you taken me?" He groaned and tried to get up.
"Does this place not hold some special memories for you, Avery?" Harry asked coldly: "Perhaps this will freshen you up, the:"
"Crucio!"
It was the first time, he used the second Unforgivable on a human. He knew it requires rage that you would truly have to mean it. Luckily, he held more than enough disgust for the man screaming at his feet right now.
"Get up, Avery!" Harry said, mocking the man with the very same words Voldemort had used.
The Death Eater remained panting on the grounds
"You are the place of your nightmare, Avery," Harry said as he canceled the spell and allowed the sobbing and spasming Death Eater a short break.
"Who are you?" Avery spat blood: "Show yourself, you coward!"
"Funny that you call me a coward when the last honorary duel you fought must have been in some first-year dueling club at Hogwarts."
"Whoever you are, I have gold... lots of it... let me go and I will reward you... I have connections as well... you can be a rich man...You will never have to work another day in your life" Avery tried his best to save his skin, mumbling incoherent sentences."
Harry gave a cold laugh: "I am afraid that is not what I came after tonight..."
"I can provide you with anything you want... Is it women you want?" He asked desperately."
The man must have misunderstood the change in Harry's and Fleur's demeanor: "I can provide them... I... I know a guy. You will get them... Even the finest whores and other pleasantries. Or some young muggle girls that no one will miss... Just let me go, please!"
Harry watched as Fleur stepped forward and kicked the man in between his legs with as much force as she could muster:
"Zhis iz what we zhink about your offer!" The Veela grinned, satisfied with herself, as the man screamed in a different pain once more. Even Harry had flinched and grimaced at that.
"You're gonna pay for that, you bitch." Avery growled, still clutching his crotch.
"Enough chit-chat... Where is Voldemort?" Harry asked the man before Fleur would have the chance to kill him too early
"Potter?" Avery's eyes beamed up. "It's you, isn't it?" He started laughing: "The Dark Lord will avenge me and he will kill. Oh... he will slowly kill, you... You and your Veela whore!" He spat another mouth full of blood."
"Where is Voldemort?"
"You will never find him... An even if you were to, you don't stand a chance against him, Potter" Avery smirked.
"Perhaps, not yet..." Harry grimaced:
"Leggilemns!"
Avery was unprepared for the attack. As a pureblood and one of Voldemort's highest-ranked followers, he had been taught in the mind arts, but the alcohol, mixed with the recent torture rendered him helpless as Harry deeply penetrated his weak shields.
Harry searched the man's memories for a location, something he could work with. There was one memory, which should be showing a location, but instead, it turned a deep black as soon as Harry tried to view it. This was either some memory charm he did not know, aiming at protecting a Death Eater's mind, or it was the Fidelius.
A few minutes later, he left the man's mind. Once more, his brutal attack had left physical traces. Blood was leaking from his face, similar to Crabbe's. Harry turned to Fleur, who had watched the entire interaction:
"His mind was protected by some kind of spell. Besides the names of a few more Death Eaters, I could not find Voldemort's location. or anything about his plans."
"Then let us finish the mission," Fleur said with determination. With a flick of the wand, she ripped the man's robes open. Harry nodded grimly and levitated him over to a tombstone: "Should I do it?"
"You kill him, I will carve the message." Fleur nodded.
Harry pointed his wand back at the man in front of him. His entire face was covered in blood. He had been unconscious from the moment Harry penetrated his mind. This was one less Death Eater, one less follower of his enemy. The words came almost natural to him:
"Avada Kedavra!"
Fleur had flinched ever so slightly but regained her posture quickly. Pointed her wand at the man's chest, she carved the word that had swirled in her head, ever since Harry had told them to her.
"Well, done." Harry nodded after she finished the last letter.
"Now then, as soon as we cast the next piece of magic, the ministry will know that we have been here. I will offer you my arm and we leave for the chamber, okay?"
Fleur nodded her understanding and watched Harry, as he raised his wand high into the air above the dead Death Eater:
"Morsmordre!"
The Dark Mark shot from his wand, up high into the black sky and illuminated the scene below it. Fleur grabbed the offered arm and they disappeared in a whirlwind of colors, much brighter and happier than the colossal skull of greenish smoke above them.