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I decided to add something special toward the latter half.
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Chapter 94
April 23rd, 1997
"No worries, Sirius, we will get you taken care of." Harry supported his godfather and apparated them straight to Saint Mungo's, followed by Fleur.
Sirius was on the verge of losing his consciousness from the amount of blood loss. The two wizards almost stumbled when they arrived in front of the muggle entrance to the hospital if it was not for the Veela steadying them.
"He was not bitten, Harry." The Veela stated confidently when she noticed the deep frown and look of worry on her boyfriend's face: "None of the werewolves came anywhere close enough to us for that to happen."
Those few words calmed him a lot already. Sirius certainly did not deserve to live as an outcast after everything that was done to him. They arrived at the reception desk of the hospital, where a girl around Fleur's age was reading a magazine that looked suspiciously like Witch Weekly. She looked like a recent Hogwarts graduate if Harry remembered correctly. A Hufflepuff girl, if he was not mistaken.
"My Godfather, Sirius Black, needs some medical attention. Could you call a healer for us please, ma'am?" Harry greeted her politely while steadying Sirius with an arm around his waist.
The girl's eyes had widened at the name Sirius Black, they widened further where she saw the dark wet patch on his robes, but almost exploded when she spotted and identified who exactly had just strolled into her waiting area.
"You are Harry Potter!" She shrieked in a girlish voice full of excitement and blushed furiously.
"Get us a damn healer, already." Fleur hissed dangerously at her. This what certainly not the time for one of Harry's fangirls to start acting up.
The girl crumbled under Fleur's piercing gaze and quickly fumbled for a button on her desk. Shortly after, a small team of healers, which were on night shift guided the trio into a room and helped place Sirius on a bed while removing his robes.
Fleur and Harry were asked to remain outside during the procedure. Neither of them was in the mood to argue, so they reluctantly followed the order and conjured themselves a large fluffy armchair, which allowed Fleur to rest on Harry's lap and lean her head against his shoulder.
Harry felt her dose off roughly an hour later and simply held her in his arms while breathing in the unique calming scent of her that he loved so much. He did not know how much time had passed when the face of one of the healers appeared behind the door and interrupted his thoughts.
"I will probably read about whatever you got up to in tomorrow's newspaper anyways, Mr. Potter, so I won't even ask..." The Healer joked: "But you should know that your Godfather will make a full recovery."
"How is he?" Harry asked at once and squeezed Fleur's hip softly to wake her up: "What kind of injuries does he have?"
"There were hundreds of tiny silver splinters that entered his body through a deep gash in his torso. They caused a considerable amount of internal injuries and bleeding. It took us quite some time to remove all of them. Silver can be a very dangerous substance if left too long within a witch's or wizard's body. It can go as far as to poison our magical core." The healer explained.
"How long will he have to remain here?" Harry asked, surprised at the revelation.
"I would advise remaining in our care for at least 48 hours. That way, in case we have missed a small piece, we can treat him immediately. Are either of you two injured, by the way?" She added while taking in their bloodied and ash-smeared robes.
Harry shook his head: "Thank you, Ma'am. And no, my girlfriend and I are perfectly fine."
The healer did not seem fully convinced but left them to return to some other patient. Harry turned to Fleur who was stretching her arms and legs in his lap: "Do you have an idea how the silver got in there?"
"Single silver projectiles were not efficient enough when the werewolves from your side joined the attack on us." Fleur explained, looking up at him with deep blue eyes: "Instead, I levitated silver orbs in front of them and directed Sirius to cast his strongest blasting curse at the orbs. Unfortunately, one of the shards from the explosion must have found its way into Sirius's torso."
"That explains a lot..." Harry nodded: "I guess we are lucky that it's not worse... Let's get you home, love..."
Fleur bobbed her blonde head and elegantly stepped from his lap and fixed her hair and robes. They were about to take their leave, when a silvery Jaguar appeared in the middle of the room, turned towards Harry, and spoke in the clear, stern voice of Amelia Bones, Head of the DMLE.
"Mr. Potter, I have over 30 dead Werewolves including one that, even without his head, was identified as Fenrir Greyback, littering the streets of your relatives' neighborhood. You will explain yourself in my office tomorrow morning at 9:00 am. Don't be late!"
The Patronus turned to leave, but spoke up once more before disappearing: "My department wishes to express their gratitude for the capture of Fenrir Greyback."
Harry snorted after it disappeared: "That was expected... Well, looks like I have an appointment tomorrow."
Fleur tiredly leaned her head against his shoulder: "I don't mind... But take me home, please... And stay the rest of the night with me..."
"Of course." The couple left the hospital to head over to Diagon Alley and Fleur's apartment. After taking a hot shower together to rid themselves of the stench and blood, they quickly fell asleep, completely worn out by the exhaustion over the last hour.
April 23rd, 1997. Ministry of Magic
"So!" The Woman regarded him through her monocle with a look that could put Minerva McGonagall to shame.
"Ma'am?" Harry asked tentatively not feeling too intimidated yet.
"Don't you ma'am me, Potter!" The woman remarked: "I want an explanation for what happened last night. My team spent an hour scrapping the remainings of countless werewolves from a muggle street."
"You have my sincere apology for making such a mess, Madam Bones." The corner of his lip tucked upwards.
"Let's just get this over with before I lose my patience with you." The woman rolled her eyes: "Remaining in the presence of a Potter male for too long is detrimental for my health."
"You wound me, ma'am." Harry smiled: "But I agree... Ask away."
The Head of the DMLE searched for a quill and some parchment.
"What is your full name, date of birth, and current occupation?" The woman began.
"Should the name include my titles?" Harry asked.
"Answer the damn question, Potter, before I throw you in a cell!"
"Very well." Harry gulped heavily: "Harry James Potter, born on July 31st in 1980, currently doing a mastery at Hogwarts in Transfiguration and Charms."
The woman scribbled away: "In your own words, what happened last night around 3:00 am, in Privet Drive, Little Whinging, in the county of Surrey?"
"Muggle relatives of mine were attacked by Werewolves. We..."
"Who is we?" The woman interrupted him.
"Sirius Orion Black, Fleur Isabelle Delacour, and I," Harry answered dutifully.
"What is your relation to either of them?" The woman did not look up from the parchment.
"Come on, Madam Bones... You know Sirius is my godfather and the entire magical world knows Fleur and I..."
"We are following the standard operating procedure, Potter." The woman huffed: "Could please just follow along?!"
"Fine, Merlin..." Harry rolled his eyes when he was certain the woman was not watching: "Sirius Orion Black was my legal guardian and is currently godfather. Fleur Isabelle Delacour has been my girlfriend for over two years."
The woman wrote down his answers: "Why were you in Privet Drive last night? How did you learn of this attack on your muggle relatives?"
"Fleur and I took an early morning stroll and my Godfather decided to join us," Harry replied neutrally.
"Do you think I am stupid, Potter?" The woman looked up from the parchment.
"Certainly not, Ma'am." Harry shook his head: "I hold you in very high regard."
"And you still want me to believe that you were taking a stroll at 3:00 am in the night of a full moon and just happen to stumble over a pack of werewolves?" Her eyes narrowed.
"Perhaps we got lucky. Can you disprove I did not?" Harry replied: "I came here expecting to make a statement as a witness, not be interrogated like I was the one doing anything wrong."
The woman's nostrils flared, but she simply continued: "How many werewolves would estimate where present in total and who was their leader?"
"Around 50 I would estimate." Harry replied: "They were led by Fenrir Greyback."
"Was there any meaningful conversation between you and the attackers?" Madam Bones asked: "Did you perhaps gain any valuable inside?"
"No, it was just a matter of what they will do to me and Fleur, vs. what I will do to them..." Harry replied: "Certainly you know how this kind of thing goes usually..."
"We identified the remaining of roughly 30-35 werewolves. Do you know of the whereabouts of the reaming pack?"
"I'd say they are back with Voldemort," Harry stated.
The woman's finger twitched ever so slightly at the mention of the Dark Lord's name, but she simply wrote down his answer.
"You mentioned that the pack was led by Fenrir Greyback." Madam Bones regarded him with her stern look once more: "We identified the body of Mr. Greyback but failed to locate his head, which seems to be missing."
Harry smirked and did his best to hide a grin.
The woman frowned at him: "I take you do know where it is? Do you mind sharing that information with me?"
"I don't mind sharing it. However, getting it back might prove to be a bit difficult now..."
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire
Sparks burst from the tip of the pale yew wand as the Dark Lord's crimson eyes glanced over the gift that had been delivered and the messages attached to it.
Four ordinary brown owls had carried a dirty sack, which contained the furry, blood-smeared head of one of his most valuable weapons. With a roar, he slashed his hand through the air and banished the head against the expensive tapestry at the opposite wall, where it cracked open into a mess of blood, brains, and bones.
The small note attached only enraged him further:
To Tom Marvolo Riddle,
Your Lapdog was rather disappointing to fight.
Taking down your pet and his puppies was nothing but a nuisance to me.
Hopefully, you put up a better fight.
Harry James Potter
The note burst into flames as the Dark Lord screamed.
How?
How could Potter have known and gotten there in time?
He had personally investigated the protections on the house and none of them were designed to alert the caster of imminent danger. In fact, the wards around the house had been severely lackluster, as if they had known been properly powered for several years.
In any case, they should not have been an issue for Greyback and his pack. The wards would only stop someone who intended to cause harm to Harry Potter from entering the pathetic muggle home. Since Greyback had been sent to kill the boy's remaining family, as Potter had reportedly not lived there for several years, the werewolves should have been able to easily bypass the wards and follow through with their mission.
Only his inner circle had known of the plan and none of them would dare cross him. Even Greyback had only been told shortly before, because the Dark Lord could not fully trust the beast. Still, somehow Harry Potter had found out.
He had been furious last night, when the surviving wolves returned to Malfoy manner and mourned the loss of their alpha. In addition to that, a fight broke out for the position of leader of the pack. With Greyback gone, everyone had thrown their head the ring.
Only after two werewolves had died during the skirmish, did the Dark Lord feel like it was necessary to intervene. The new alpha was someone, who even in his human form showed great resemblance and a similar level of intelligence to an animal.
The Dark Lord had immediately taken a dislike to the man, but he could not risk interfering with their dealing any more than he already did. He needed the remaining wolves united no matter how much he detested their choice of a leader. In the end, there was only one person to blame ultimately...
Harry Potter had crossed his plans again...
From what he had learned, it was him and his Veela girlfriend and godfather that supported the boy. He cursed the situation since it was especially unfortunate that even both his closest companions were untouchable as of now.
Sirius Black was hiding behind wards that were of similar strength as Hogwarts. In addition, any of his followers, who had ever been invited to Grimmauld Place, back when the Black family had supported him, had somehow forgotten its location.
The Dark Lord was no fool. The Ancestral home of the Blacks must have been put under the Fidelius Charm, a feat only Dumbledore or Harry Potter would be capable of. And perhaps his halfbreed of a girlfriend, Voldemort admitted reluctantly. He was not naive enough to ignore the obvious skill and power the girl wielded her wand with.
The Dark Lord remembered facing off against her during the Battle of Azkaban. Sure, he could have defeated her quite easily, but she had put up more of a fight than anyone he had faced in recent times... The girl was powerful and certainly had potential.
The Dark Lord grimaced. The Veela girl had been a thorn in his eye ever since she leeched herself onto Harry Potter. Already, she had taken a few of his best followers from him, including Bellatrix, who had been a major asset. He did not know how the woman, who might have been one of the best duelers in his ranks, had been beaten by a mere teenager. Yet, the Delacour girl had returned from within the depths of the Department of Mysteries, while the effort of breaking Bellatrix out of Azkaban had gone to waste.
Even now, the Dark Lord could not rid himself of the blonde girl. Her position as a Gringotts employee would put him at war with the Goblins if he decided to attack her during a lunch break or on her way to work. So far, the Goblins had remained neutral in this conflict, and things needed to continue that way if he ever wished to see the Cup of Helga Hufflepuff again.
In addition, killing the girl would turn all of France and perhaps even the ICW against him. The Dark Lord had done his research and learned that the Veela was from a very old and influential French aristocratic family, with her father working as the head of the French DMLE. Taking her hostage was the far better choice since it would force France to remain neutral and lure Harry Potter out in the open...
His musings were interrupted by the arrival of another owl. Rather impatiently, he ripped open the envelope and began reading.
A cruel grin spread across his face a few seconds later. At a different front, one which was far more important than annoying French girls, progress was made... Very soon, it would be ready, and the Dark Lord would strike where it hurt Britain the most... After all, any society's most precious and looked after members were its children...
However, for now, he was in dire need of new allies and manpower. Perhaps a journey to the continent and the legendary Transylvania was long overdue... After Nagini was taken care of, he would be on his way...
FLUFF & SMUT Scenes (Not strictly necessary for the plot)
April 27th, 1997
Fleur sighed deeply as she skimmed through her little potions' cupboard in the bathroom of her apartment. Harry and she had spent the entire day together. The couple found some time to finally go out on a date once more and to eat something together. The day came to an end... But it was far from over yet...
She knew exactly how to interpret her boyfriend's heated glances at her, towards the end of the evening. In addition, she had not missed how his green eyes had roamed over every curve of her body, sticking a few seconds longer to certain curves he adored so much...
Deciding to end the night on a romantic note, Fleur had quickly drifted off to the bathroom. She had merely told her boyfriend that she would get ready for the night and shot him a quick wink.
Her fingers finally found the small box of potions she had been looking for. She frowned when she noticed the box was almost empty once again... Every time Harry came over, her boyfriend and she went through them like candy... Well, better safe than sorry, Fleur grinned and uncorked the small vial. She was about to down it in one go, when she paused in front of the mirror...
Would it be such a bad thing if it happened?
She frowned... No, it certainly would not... She knew that she wanted a family with Harry. The timing might not be optimal with her finishing her apprenticeship and Harry having to complete his masteries, but he was definitely the right man for it... The right partner for her... There would never be another one like him in her life... That much was certain...
Images of a small girl with platinum blonde hair and bright green eyes flickered in her mind and she smiled at the thought. In truth, her only fear was not being able to provide a son to Harry. Veela were more likely to give birth to female children... It was the way magic attempted to conserve their race and diminish the chances of dying out...
She knew how much Harry would love to have a son, to continue his own linage. The Potter family was very important to him and she understood why...
Fleur pushed the images of little blonde-haired babies out of her mind and downed the vial in one big gulp. Harry would likely never forgive her if she purposefully tried to get pregnant by him without confining him in first. Tonight was not the night to make little masters and mistresses as Dobby had expressed... Tonight was about sharing some intimacy and showing each other just how much they loved one another...
Fleur fixed a few stray hairs, adjusted the straps of her exceptionally provocative lingerie, and glanced over her reflections once more... Only Harry would ever get to see her like... She was as beautiful and breathtaking as ever... Just as her Harry deserved...
With a proud smile, she pushed the bathroom door open and took in the bedroom. Harry was lying in her large bed... The lower half of his body was covered by blankets, the upper half was fully exposed. Fleur involuntarily bit her bottom lip as she took in his strong arms and shoulders, broad, defined chest, and chiseled abs.
The room was dimly lit by a few candles Harry had placed at different spots, the closest was right by the bedside table. It reminded her a lot of their night in Paris when they had first given themselves to each completely. A fire burned in his eyes as he took her in. With satisfaction, Fleur saw him gulp heavily. She attempted her most suggestive walk as she slowly strode over to the bed and crawled up to him until she was on her hands and knees above him.
"Hey..." she whispered and batted her long eyelashes.
"Hey yourself," Harry replied after finally catching his breath.
With a smirk, Fleur positioned herself on Harry's lap and wiggled her butt ever so slightly. The fire in her boyfriend's eyes burned even brighter and his hands moved towards her hips, where he softly but firmly held her in place: "I like where this is going..."
"Then you are going to love what's coming next: "Fleur swatted her long ponytail over her shoulder and gradually lowered her head down to his, to brush her lips over his ever so slightly.
Harry accepted the soft contact, but his hands twitched when Fleur pulled away far too quickly for his taste. He took the initiative as he said upright and kissed her more passionately, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth. Fleur purred in satisfaction and followed his lead while trailing soft circles with her hips over his crotch.
Even through the thick blanket that separated them, she felt something stir underneath her and grinned triumphantly. "Someone is getting excited."
Harry's hands wandered from her waist to her back and further downwards to possessively cup her shapely behind, as he squeezed each cheek firmly. "I could get lost in those curves..."
"All of that is just for... You can touch me whenever you feel like it... I am yours only, Harry..." Fleur's own hands started playing with his hair and moved down his back. She felt her boyfriend shiver ever so slightly when her fingernails grazed over his shoulder, chest, and down to his abs.
"Take it off." She whispered in his mouth and raised her hands above her head to allow Harry to take off the piece of lingerie that barely covered her body.
With a hungry groan, Harry did as commanded and pulled the piece of fabric upwards over her head. She loved the effect she had on him and how his eyes widened at the sight of her full, perky breasts.
"You're so incredibly hot!" Harry moaned. As expected, he immediately granted her breasts the attention they deserved. Harry cupped them with each hand, giving them a soft squeeze before he lowers his lips on them and let his tongue flicker over her erect nipples. Fleur moaned and increased the speed at which she ground against Harry's crotch.
By now she could feel how turned on he was. Not that this part of their love life had ever been an issue. So far she had not once failed to get her boyfriend in the mood within less than a minute... Harry always ran high on testosterone from his daily workouts: "I can feel how much you want me... And I like it very much..."
His hand felt like fire on her exposed skin as he went back to her butt, guiding her movements. At the same time, his skillful tongue was working magic on her breasts and she felt a heat grow in her center. She needed him... She wanted him now...
Fleur raised her hips ever so slightly. At first, Harry growled at the loss of contact, but when he noticed that Fleur was simply removing the last layer of the blanket that had separated them, his eyes radiated up with lust.
Fleur loved moments like these, when Harry's eyes sparkled with desire and passion for her. She lowered herself back down on Harry's lap and was surprised to feel his hot skin upon contact. He was not wearing anything... She raised an eyebrow at him but only received a lopsided grin in return. Harry lifted his hips slightly and she felt something hot and hard brush against her own center.
He grinned up at her: "You think you're the only one who knows how to tease?"
Well... two could play this game. She leaned back down and pressed her breast against Harry's chest while claiming his lips in a heated kiss. Simultaneously, she circled her hips over his very hard shaft, pausing slightly every time his head brushed against her folds and teased her opening.
To her frustration, Harry simply played along, seemingly unbothered by her tease. One hand was holding her head firmly in place as his lips moved against hers. The other one squeezed her butt, pressing it down against his length anytime her opening came close to the head.
It was a game of patience, that Fleur grew tired of. She felt her slickness and the heat near her core. Both she and Harry were more than ready to finally get to the next stage. The Veela leaned forward a bit, lifted her hips upwards, and moved her arm behind her back and down to his crotch. Her soft fingers found his length and wrapped themselves around it.
Harry gasped when she gave him a few tentative strokes, running her fingers from the base all the way to the tip, where she played with the head. Her excitement grew when she noticed how well lubricated his shaft was already... Probably from the minutes of foreplay that involved the Veela rubbing her center over him again and again.
Fleur continued stroking him while guiding the head to her center and aligning it with her entrance. She knew it took her boyfriend enormous willpower not to thrust up into, especially since her own allure was running wild...
Fleur did not break eye contact once while slowly lowering herself onto his hard shaft. She felt the need to pause briefly after taking around half of his impressive length. No matter how often they made love, Fleur usually needed just a few seconds to get comfortable with his size and girth. "Somehow I still underestimate it each time..." She gasped.
"Take a moment, love... There is no need to rush things tonight." Harry caressed her body and kissed her deeply while she took the time she needed. When she felt fully relaxed and ready to continue, she sank the remaining inches down his length until he was fully engulfed by her heat. Fleur moaned in pleasure at being stretched in such a comfortable way. Below her, she felt Harry twitch deeply inside her, desperately to start moving: "You feel so incredible, Fleur."
Fleur started rolling her hips as Harry's hands came resting back down on her butt. Then she slowly started increasing the pace, lifting her hips upwards and back down onto him. Ripples of pleasure shot through her body when the fraction increased. Harry started kissing her nipples and swirling his tongue over them while his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her butt, moving up and down with her hips.
Fleur knew that over the last year, her skill in this position had increased exponentially. Harry was usually rather dominant in the bedroom, something she loved very much, but with this position, she felt in power and able to set the pace. She was far from an expert yet, but with how frequently they practiced, she had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to her movements and technique.
"Enjoy the ride, my love" She whispered in his ear as her hips started bouncing up and down quicker. By now, the sound of her butt smacking against his upper thighs grew loudly. Harry's breathing had gone more rigid and she knew by the moans that escaped her own lips, that she would be approaching her own release soon if things continued like this.
Both of Harry's hands moved from cupping her full breasts, back to her butt and kneeled it more roughly. His emerald-green eyes spoke volumes on how much he was enjoying himself, as did the soft gasps for air, every now and then. By the way, he looked at her, Fleur knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before he took control and ravished her completely. Just what she wanted...
The point in time came, just when she felt the heat in her core grow dangerously close to a release. Harry's hand was on her back, pushing her down so that her breasts were squashed against his chest and their lips met in a hot kiss. His hips started moving against hers, meeting right in the middle. They soon reached a turning point, where Fleur's movement gradually slowed, while Harry increased the pace of his strokes from underneath her. His hips bucked up, again and again, burring himself deeply inside her tight, wet, heat.
"Keep going, Harry! Please don't stop!" Fleur cried out in pleasure when his deep strokes started hitting a partially sensitive spot inside her. Her nails tug in Harry's chest, leaving red marks. Soon after Fleur started moaning his name, she saw bright, white light and the bliss overtook her entire body. She rode along with the wave of pleasure, as Harry did his best to prolong it for as long as possible.
Fleur felt herself clench around his member, Harry's hips bucked up deeper than ever before, and he groaned in her mouth. His hips spasmed and he twitched inside her repeatedly, releasing himself deep within the girl he loved more than he had ever expected... More than life itself...
For a minute, he repeated nothing but her name and how much he loved her, over and over again...
Neither knew how much time had passed. They were both panting heavily, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Their bodies were still pressed together tightly. Fleur felt reluctant to leave her current position and simply remained on top of him for a few more minutes, while they exchanged sweet kisses and soft touches.
Images of silver-haired girls with green eyes swirled in her mind, when his member ceased pulsing inside her and she felt something warm trickle out of her and run down her thigh. She quickly pushed the thought aside. She had taken the potion... Not tonight... but definitely one day... With Harry... Her Harry...
Neither of them said a thing as they simply held each other for a few more minutes. No words were needed to express how much they cared for each other and how deeply they valued what they had just shared.
Suddenly, Harry shot her a small grin and a wink. Simultaneously Fleur felt his shaft hardening underneath her after it had slipped out perhaps a minute ago.
"Is it one of those days?" Fleur purred seductively and wiggled her butt on top of him.
"It's pretty much always one of those days, isn't it?" Harry smirked and playfully rolled them over, so that he was on top, resting between her legs: "Can you blame me that I just can't get enough of that body?"
"I am yours, Harry... And I always will be." Fleur tried to put everything she felt for the raven-haired boy into their kiss as her boyfriend entered her once again and they continued loving each other.