'Thoughts'

"French"

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: Special thanks to doenerkint, author of Hiding and Masking who Beta'd this chapter. If you're interested in the Harry/Fleur pairing, check out the Flowerpot discord server for more at discord . gg / flowerpot (Just remove the spaces.).


A Meeting in a Crowd


PART THREE


Harry sat on the couch in his hotel room as he rubbed his temple. Andromeda's letter lay on the coffee table in front of him. He'd exchanged several letters with the woman since the first one she'd sent him, and finally, the olive branch he'd hoped for so badly had come. She'd given him an open invitation to visit and meet his Godson.

On one hand he was excited, he'd wanted this for so long, but on the other hand, it meant returning to England, and he couldn't go back without resolving things with his friends.

Harry sighed, as he thought of how in the past, he used to think so often of returning, even when he was on the opposite ends of the Earth. There would be moments where his thoughts would stray to the friends he'd left behind and he'd return to the brooding teen of his early years.

Ultimately, even if he denied it, he'd believed England to be his final destination. But… Things had changed, and though it could be argued that he was making the decision too quickly.

He wanted to stay in France, with Fleur, and with Victoire, and the rest of Delacours. He was happier here with them than he'd ever been.

Find what you're looking for, grab it with both hands, and don't let go.

That's what Anais had said to him. Well, he found it.

He hadn't lost interest in being a part of Teddy's life, of course not. If the meeting with him and Andromeda goes well, he could always visit again. Magic has a way of making the world a smaller place.

Harry stood up to head downstairs, he'd get some breakfast before paying a visit to the realtor Jean had mentioned. If he was lucky, the woman would have enough time on hand to show him some good places. Harry wanted to get it done quickly, he only had a few more days left at the hotel before he'd need to extend it again. He also wanted to meet Fleur later that day and if anything, he wanted to spend more time with her than slouching around and looking at four walls of empty flats.


Harry watched Fleur with a smile. Her hair was tied up to keep it out of the way, along with a rather fancy apron over her clothes, which somehow didn't even have a speck of dirt on it. He'd arrived at her house as she was preparing dinner. She was alone, her father still at work, while her mother and Gabrielle had gone out, taking Victoire with them.

"What did you say you were making?" He leaned over her shoulder with his hands on her waist. "It smells amazing."

"Chasseur." He could see her lips curl up in a smile. "We can leave it for now while it reduces." Fleur answered as she lowered the flame down to a simmer and turned around to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Were you able to finish what you needed to do today?" asked his beautiful girlfriend.

"That and more," he smiled brightly and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Ohh, do tell?"

"Went to the Ministry. Really like the fountain entrance, by the way." He noted quickly before continuing, "I had to sort out the paperwork needed for me to stay in France. I was even able to get a place for myself."

Harry saw the joy light up her face. He suddenly found his back against the cabinet as her tongue invaded his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her to steady her as he eagerly returned her kiss.

Eventually the need for air had them separate.

"I take it you're happy?" chuckled Harry.

"Oui." Fleur breathed out and kissed him again. "It is settled zhen? You are really staying? 'Ow did you get it done so fast?"

Harry nodded. "I am, it's actually one of the few times I let my fame do the work for me. The official basically fast-tracked the approval as soon as he realized it was me."

Fleur giggled. "Abusing your reputation?"

"Not that it happens very often but if it gets me out of bureaucracy, then absolutely." Harry laughed, before it trailed off and his his face fell.

"What is it? What's wrong?" asked Fleur worriedly as she peered up at him with one hand on his chest.

His jaw grew tense for a moment before his face followed suit and formed a troubled frown. "There's still one last thing that I need to do."

"I received a letter this morning," he added without missing a beat. "It was from Andromeda, inviting me to meet Teddy."

He paused again, his voice now much softer. "I need to do this… But– It means I have to visit England."

"You are afraid…" Fleur's voice was gentle and knowing as she raised her hand to cup his cheek. They've spoken of the reasons he had left in the first place, and of his struggles with trying to become a part of his godson's life. She knew just how important it was to him.

Harry closed his eyes as he drew comfort from her touch. "I never really said anything when I left everyone… I'm-"

He took a deep breath and licked his lips. "I'm afraid of how they'll all react when they see me."

"Zhey will not be mad." Comforted Fleur as she wrapped her arms around his waist and held him.

"H- How can you be sure?" He said softly into her hair as he hugged her tightly and breathed in her scent.

She leaned her head back to meet his eyes and saw the uncertainty within them. She kissed him softly.

"You are so loved, 'Arry. Zhey love you…"

Harry's breath hitched. He tugged her hard towards him and kissed her, pouring every bit of his love for her into it. Fleur returned the kiss as she pulled his head down, trying to show him how much she felt for him.

Harry rested his forehead against hers after one last, lingering taste of her lips. "I-

"I know…"

He eyed her questioningly.

"I am Veela" she reminded him softly. "I could feel 'ow much you love me for a while now." She placed a gentle kiss against his jaw. "I can see it in your eyes." She kissed his lips, and felt them follow her as she separated to speak again. "I can feel it in 'ow you kiss me…"

His eyes watered as he listened to her, feeling a knot in his throat as he spoke. His voice was deep and hoarse and sent a shiver up her spine.

"I love you."

She felt the truth in his words and smiled brightly, her own eyes wet with emotion.

"Je t'aime."

They held onto each other, neither willing to let go as they basked in each other's presence. Fleur loved the way Harry's magic felt, like a warm blanket covering her. That feeling of safety when you tuck in your feet and pull the covers up to your nose.

She thought of everything she loved about him. From the way his eyes lit up everytime they fell on her, to the way he made her laugh, to how passionate he was in bed. She even loved the way he kept them all in his sight whenever they're in a new place, watching over them, making sure everyone is safe. There would always be that part of Harry that was tempered by the war, and though she'd relaxed since it's end. She didn't think he would ever truly stop being vigilant.

"Would you like me to come with you?"

"Hm?" He tilted his head as if he didn't quite hear right.

"To England? Would you like me to come with you?"

Harry paused, he took a hold of one of her hands in his, rubbing little circles onto the back of it. "I think I'd like that."

"And Victoire?" asked Harry meaningfully.

"She 'as not been to see Molly and Arthur since coming 'ome. It will be good to take 'er."

Harry smiled and nodded, but his response was cut off by the sound of a door opening closing. Followed by Victoire's excited calls.

Fleur laughed and gave Harry one last chaste kiss before calling out. "In the kitchen, my sweet!"

The little girl came barreling into the kitchen moments later, her grandmother trailing behind her.

Victoire ran up to her mother and began babbling in French as she showed off the dress she was wearing.

"Ah, bonjour 'Arry," greeted Apolline upon seeing Harry.

"Bonjour Apolline."

Harry noticed Fleur shake her head before pointing at him out of the corner of his eye. Curious, he glanced towards the pair. Only to be met by the glare of an angry little Veela.

He was confused as to what could have been said to warrant this.

"Maman a dit que t'avais mangé le dernier gâteau!" She pointed at him before kicking his shin as Apolline laughed.

Harry turned to her quickly for an explanation.

"According to Fleur, you ate the last piece of cake. It was hers." She lifted a hand in front of her mouth as she giggled.

"Cake…what?" He repeated before glancing around in confusion, eventually spotting a small plate and fork covered in crumbs on the counter.

Realising that he was being framed, he glared at Fleur who struggled to keep the smile off her face.

Meanwhile Victoire had switched to poking him in the gut. Harry had to think of something, quick.

"Apolline?"

"Oui?"

"Do you have all the ingredients to bake a cake?"

The older Veela caught on to his plans and smiled brightly. "We do, in fact."

Fleur watched it all with growing amusement.

"Would you mind if I made use of them?"

"Non, s'il te plaît, go ahead."

He faced the angry little girl. "Would you like to help me bake a cake?"

Apolline smiled before translating. Victoire's anger was immediately replaced by wonder as she shouted, "Oui!" Before hugging Harry.

Fleur kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. "Merci, chéri."

Harry ignored her as he pinched her ass out of sight of her daughter but easily visible to Apolline. Fleur yelped as he stepped forward and scooped up Victoire who looked at her mom in confusion.

"Come Victoire, let's go bake a cake and leave this mean lady behind."

Fleur spluttered as her mother came around with mirth in her eyes. "You deserved that one…"

She huffed in response before laughing lightly. "It was worth it to see him squirm."


They'd opted for travelling the muggle way, this way they could at least have some time before the public caught wind of his presence.

It was the holiday season and Paris' Gare du Nord was as packed as it could possibly be. Their little group stood on the platform as throngs of travellers moved past them. The squeal as trains came to a stop filled the air along with the hiss as parking brakes released followed by the rhythmic clackety-clank as they pulled away.

Do you have everything you need?" asked Apolline over the noise of the crowded station.

"Oui, Maman."

"And you? Ma petite," Jean crouched down to speak to his granddaughter.

Victoire nodded enthusiastically as she showed him her bag. It wasn't that she needed to carry anything, but the little girl wanted to feel included. So Fleur packed a backpack with the important items - Her plushies.

Meanwhile Gabrielle gave Harry a hug and a kiss on his cheek, followed by Apolline who did the same. "Good luck. I 'ope it all goes well, and don't take too long out zhere."

"Thank you," he said warmly with a chuckle. "I'll try not to."

Fleur stepped in to hug her sister while Harry shook hands with Jean.

"Take care of them."

Harry nodded seriously before Jean pulled the younger man into a hug along with a hard pat on the back.

A musical tune followed by an announcement in French sounded out through the station. Fleur glanced towards her watch in order to confirm what she just heard. She placed her hand on her boyfriend's back. "Zhat was for us."

Harry nodded in response, he strung his bag over his back and picked up Fleur's as she gave Victoire a once over before taking her hand. They had one last round of farewells and wishes for safety before departing.

Fleur helped her daughter onto the Eurostar as Harry watched over from behind. He had found that people could be excessively rude when travelling, and he wouldn't have been surprised if someone decided to push in between to climb on.

Once aboard, they were able to find their carriage and seats easily, they were clustered in sets of four, with two opposite each other and separated by a small table. Thankfully, the remaining seat in their set was left open. Harry took one of the aisle seats, with Fleur taking the window seat beside him. Victoire had the opposite side to herself, allowing her more space to move around. Harry had to chuckle at the excited little girl who couldn't sit still for more than a few seconds. This was the first time she'd ever been on a train, and it showed.

Fleur leaned against his side, as she watched her daughter with a smile on her face.

Harry took her hand in his. "Thank you," he kissed the side of her temple, "for coming with me."

She looked up, meeting his green eyes and leaned in for a quick kiss before resting her head back on his shoulder and threading her fingers through his.

The train ride was uneventful, though Victoire never seemed to bore of the view of the landscape from the window. Harry chuckled when they entered the channel tunnel and Victoire asked her mother where the fishes were if they were underwater.

Lunch was served to them, cod with a herb and hazelnut crumb with a side of cauliflower mash and harissa squash along with a pear and almond tart for dessert.

It was a relatively short trip that saw them arrive at London's St-Pancras International in the early afternoon. Victoire's excitement carried over to the foreign sights that met them in London. Though the little girl was born in England, she'd been too young to recall anything about the place, especially the muggle side of it. Fleur made sure to keep a hold of her hand as they moved through the station. They stressed the seriousness of not wandering off, especially since her English was practically non-existent.

As they stepped outside, Fleur eyed the building across from them curiously.

"Arry? Is zhat not zhe station for 'Ogwarts?"

"That's Kings Cross, yes," he laughed as she stared incredulously. "Welcome to one of London's quirks… Honestly, I have no idea why they're built so close to one another." He paused. "I think one of my school teachers explained it once though."

"Come on," he grabbed her free hand as he led them to one of the city's iconic black cabs.


"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" asked Harry as they stood in the middle of their hotel room.

"Oui," Fleur glanced lovingly towards her daughter who was fiddling with the TV. "It 'as been a long day. She will be sleepy soon."

Harry nodded understandingly.

"Besides," she placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed his arms. "It would not be right. Andromeda 'as invited only you into zheir 'ome. Per'aps we can meet 'er before we return. But tonight, mon chère, you must do zhis alone."

Harry sighed, "I know… I'm just nervous is all."

She kissed his cheek. "It will go well, now you must be off, or you will be late."

He tapped his lips. "Once more for luck?"

Fleur laughed, leaning in to kiss him. Harry gave her a squeeze before stepping back and dissaparating.

The modest suburban Tonks home had gone unchanged in the few years since he'd last been. It was neat and well maintained, but not to the point of obsessiveness. Harry walked up to the door and checked his watch to double check the time.

He took a breath before knocking. It was a few moments later when he heard the click of the door unlocking before it opened to reveal Andromeda Tonks. The woman bore a striking resemblance to Bellatrix Lestrange, with the same dark curls and aristocratic features.

But it was the eyes that really set them apart. Where Bellatrix's were hard and manic, Andromeda's were soft and calm.

"G- Good Evening, Mrs Tonks."

She smiled softly as she stepped aside for him to enter. "Andromeda, please."

He nodded, relaxing slightly at her rather gentle invitation. "Then please, call me Harry. Oh, sorry-" He handed her a small package. "This is for you… There's something for Teddy in there as well."

Andromeda thanked him and led him into the house, stopping in the living room where she gestured for him to relax and take a seat.

"Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?"

"Tea, please." He answered a bit awkwardly.

Harry took in his surroundings while he waited. Everywhere he looked, there were signs of life, photos on top of the fireplace of Tonks either alone or with her parents at different stages in her life, all with that joyous bubbliness that was so her. He remembered seeing a few of them before, but the ones that were since, of Teddy, those he'd never seen before.

He looked like Tonks, they had the same nose and like his mother, he seemed to favour brightly coloured hair styles. Harry looked around further and spotted a few of Teddy's toys which he must have left around, he smiled when he saw some which he'd sent for him.

Andromeda returned with a small tray which she set down.

"Sugar?"

"One please. Thank you." He accepted the cup from her.

She sat down across from him. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.

"Before you say anything… Harry," she said his name as if she was testing how it sounded.

"I wanted to apologise…" She looked down guiltily before steeling herself and lifting her gaze to meet his eyes. "It was wrong of me, all these years, to cut you out of Teddy's life the way I did. I knew you were telling the truth about being named godfather, but I still went against it…"

Harry frowned. "It's alright… I understand."

She shook her head. "No… It's not alright. My-" she glanced towards the photos on the fireplace. "My daughter may not have been the one who suggested you at first, but she wouldn't have agreed if she didn't want you to fill the position."

"If I may ask, what made you change your mind?" asked Harry.

"Teddy, actually." She smiled sadly before looking at the photos on the mantle. "He asked about his father, why he doesn't have one…"

Harry followed her gaze to the photos he was looking at previously, and realised there were none with Remus.

Andromeda met his eyes, and saw the question within them. "I have nothing of his, no photos and no stories," she answered sadly before sighing, "It made me realise that he doesn't really have any male figures in his life." She looked at him apologetically. "Because I chased away the only one who wanted to be a part of it…"

He clenched his jaw, he could be upset, but that wouldn't help.

"When I lost my husband… It was– hard. But losing my daughter was just too much." She wiped her eyes, her voice hitching as she spoke. "I– I was lost and angry, and I blamed you lot."

Andromeda paused to compose herself. "My daughter and I, we didn't always see eye to eye. I was the strict parent and she was a rebel, always going against the norm. We clashed on so many things that seem so mundane now…"

Harry nodded, prompting the woman to continue.

"I was against her becoming an auror– Nymphadora, she always wanted to help others– I just wished she could have found a safer way to do so."

Harry thought of Tonks as he listened to her mother speak. He remembered how proud she always seemed about being an auror. How composed she was that night at the Ministry, and how she always tripped over that same umbrella stand.

"She always seemed so clumsy," he started with a nostalgic expression on his face. "I had a little bit of a crush on her to be honest," he added to Andromeda's surprise.

"When I met Tonks- Sorry, Nymphadora. I wasn't the most pleasant person to be around," he grimaced before continuing, "and she had this way of not letting it bother her. I'd come down to the dinner table as my regular brooding self and she'd light up the room so much, even I couldn't bring the mood down."

"You just couldn't stay angry around her…" he said wistfully. Andromeda smiled softly at that.

A moment of silence followed before she spoke up, her tone hesitant. "Would you mind if we started over?"

Harry looked up, he could see the sincerity in her deep brown eyes.

"I think I'd like that."

Andromeda smiled brightly, before her eyes widened. "Would you like to meet him?" she asked, halfway to standing already.

Harry nodded as she quickly left the room. He sat there awkwardly, as a tinge of worry mixed with his excitement, What if Teddy didn't like him? What if he was crap at being godfather?

Andromeda returned moments later, a young boy of around eight following at her side. Now that Harry saw him in person, he had Andromeda's cheekbones, but the similarities between him and Tonks were striking. There was no denying that he was her son, even if you discounted the brightly coloured mess of hair, though it was blue, unlike his mother's favoured pink. Harry knew he was a metamorphmagus, but even so, there was a form taken subconsciously, centered around the belief of self which controlled how they appeared when not actively using their ability.

The boy stopped in front of Harry with confusion in his eyes.

"Teddy?" said Andromeda. "This is Harry, he was a friend of your parents."

Teddy's eyes locked onto Harry with a focus that reminded Harry so much of Remus…and himself.

"You knew my mum and dad?" asked Teddy as he climbed onto the nearest chair to Harry's.

Harry brightened as he felt the nervousness slip away, "I did. You look like her, you know?"

Teddy nodded shyly before he glanced down and asked hesitatingly, "Can you tell me… About my mum and dad?"

Harry smiled. "Of course. Who would you like me to start with?"

The boy appeared thoughtful as he pondered, before he slowly answered. "My dad."

Andromeda watched Harry's eyes brighten as he leaned forward and immediately dove into the tale of Remus Lupin, of the Marauders, of how three boys went above and beyond to be there for their friend. He spoke of how he met Teddy's father, and how the kind man had helped him face his fears. He spoke of how his parents were watching over him and that they had never left him. His eyes had gained a knowing look that had Andromeda wondering if there was something behind the certainty with which he had spoken.

He spent the greater part of the evening regaling Teddy with stories of Remus and Tonks, and eventually even of himself. Teddy's excitement grew as he realised that it was Harry who had sent him all the presents over the years. Harry couldn't help but feel that despite him looking like Tonks, Teddy was his father, through and through. The same quiet shyness, the sharp mind, he'd even discovered that the boy was very intelligent.

Eventually, the night caught up to the boy as he yawned. Andromeda laughed softly. "I think that's enough for tonight."

Teddy tried to deny his sleepiness, but his attempt lacked the energy to be convincing.

"We can continue another time," said Harry, before looking to Andromeda, who nodded her agreement.


Harry chuckled quietly at the sight of Victoire. The little girl went to sleep while spread out horizontally across the one bed in the most unladylike manner possible. Careful to not make any noise, he got ready for bed and slipped behind Fleur, who stirred as he wrapped his arm around her.

With her eyes still closed, she took a hold of his hand and brought it to rest above her heart. She snuggled into him as she spoke.

"Eet went well?" Fleur mumbled half asleep.

Harry placed a lingering kiss into her hair as exhaustion caught up with him. "It did," he whispered back.

"Mmmh…" She hummed her approval. "I told you… you 'ad nothing to worry about…"

He squeezed her to him, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you."

Fleur squeezed his hand as she hugged his arm, and breathed in his scent. She could feel his heartbeat against her back as the truth of his words flooded her senses.

"I love you too," she answered as a smile crested her cheeks. His lack of response had her turn her head, she caught sight of his sleeping face and suppressed a giggle, he looked so peaceful. She turned back and sighed in contentment as his arm tightened around her.

The following morning, Harry leaned against the doorframe to their room as he dried his hair with a towel. He paused and smiled at the sight that welcomed him, Fleur was humming as she brushed her daughter's hair. The normally hyperactive little girl sat completely still as she fidgeted with the hem of dress.

Unwilling to disturb the pair, Harry waited patiently as he listened to Fleur's voice. He thought of how lucky he had been to meet her in Paris. How great the odds had to have been for Fleur to be out with Victoire in the same area as him during the one time he was in France.

Fleur kissed the top of her daughter's head as she finished.

"Come, my little bird, 'Arry is waiting for us."

Victoire hopped off her mother's lap as the pair stood. Fleur gave her a once-over, "Do you need to use the ladies room?"

She shook her head in response.

Meanwhile Harry grabbed his wand and tucked it into the holster he wore on his forearm. Fleur walked over to him and immediately began picking at his hair which refused to bend to her will.

"That's not going to work," Harry chuckled, "trust me, I've tried." He took a hold of her hand, and brought it down from his head as she pouted.

"Ready to go?" she asked as she fixed his shirt, wiping at dust and bits of fluff that didn't exist.


Harry followed Fleur through the entrance to Weasleys' Wizards Wheezes with Victoire in his arms. The Alley was incredibly packed, it being as early into the summer as it was. Up in his arms, the little girl could at least see everything there was to offer and didn't risk getting knocked by any of the shoppers.

The store was as full inside as the alley outside, with loud kids and teens excitedly checking out the latest items on offer. Harry noticed some of the classics were still being sold, but a great many things were entirely new to him. One of the store patrons, a kind looking woman who stood behind her kids noticed their entry. Her eyes widened in recognition. Harry raised a finger quickly to his lips before she drew attention to him. She stopped her exclamation before nodding respectfully with a smile. Harry sighed in relief, glad she hadn't made a scene.

Victoire excitedly began pointing at things she wanted to see. Harry laughed and smiled fondly, immediately moving in the direction she pointed, while Fleur shook her head ruefully at the pair. They could delay speaking to George for a few minutes to satisfy the little Veela's curiosity.

Fleur kissed him on the cheek. "I'll go find George while you show 'er around, oui?"

Harry nodded and pecked her lips, he watched her glance upwards and giggle before she walked deeper into the store.

He then felt - a brush? - run through his hair before an odd tingle covered his scalp. He turned back to find Victoire, pink in the face as she tried to hold back her laughter. She was holding onto a green hairbrush. Harry found a small mirror beside the shelf and spluttered at his reflection. His hair had been styled into a ridiculous mess of curls. Victoire stopped holding back and began laughing with little snorts in between.

It was something she'd inherited from her mother to Fleur's embarrassment. Harry loved it though, it was when you knew they were really enjoying themselves.

"Alright," he laughed. "I know exactly what to get you."


George couldn't believe his eyes. He was already surprised when Fleur, of all people, walked into the back office, being led by Verity. He was one of the few Weasley's that got along well with the beautiful Frenchwoman.

She'd greeted him with a friendly hug and after a few moments of 'it's been a while' and 'how have you been?' admitted to not being alone and that there was someone besides her who had come to see him. Wondering who it could possibly be, George had followed her towards the front of the store.

He was not expecting to see Fleur Delacour today, and he was not expecting to see Harry Potter today, and he was definitely not expecting to see Harry with a ridiculous hairstyle laughing with a little girl in his arms who in turn, had a pygmy puff in her arms.

He was completely blindsided when Fleur walked right up to him, kissing his cheek and began speaking to the little girl, who he now realised was Victoire. She was avidly showing her mother the pygmy puff and hairbrush which Harry had gotten her.

George was shaken out of stupor when Fleur pointed his way and led Harry and her daughter to him.

"George," said Harry excitedly as lowered Victoire who went to her mother.

"H– Harry. W– Wow, this is a surprise!" Exclaimed George as he grabbed the younger man in a backbreaking hug.

Harry laughed as he returned the older man's hug. The greeting had finally drawn the attention of the store goers who gawked when they realised who was in their midst. Excited whispers quickly filled the air as Harry followed George into the back before people swarmed him.

"Where've you been? The last update you sent was ages ago. I was beginning to worry– never expected you to suddenly show up though, and definitely not with Fleur." Started George once the door had closed behind them. His assistant Verity was forced to deal with the aftermath on her own.

"Nothing against it of course, surprised is all, but I have to ask. How'd it happen?" he asked curiously as they sat down on the couches in his office. A major advantage to magical buildings, rooms were often a lot bigger than you'd expect them to be.

Harry peaked at Fleur, who smiled coyishly at him. "We found each other in Paris, when this one," he ruffled Victoire's hair, who frowned at him before flattening it and returning her attention to her pygmy puff, "dropped ice cream all over my trousers."

Fleur giggled. "E zhen asked me on a date and, voilà, 'ere we are."

George blinked. "The clearly missing details aside… It really is good to see the two of you."

He met Harry's eyes. "You look well, Harry. I'd love to get an actual rundown of what you've been up to all these years, something a bit more than, 'In India, the tea's amazing, hope you're all doing well."

Harry rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Sorry, Fleur already gave me her two cents about those." The stunning Veela in question nodded with a 'mhm'.

"I'd ask you to tell me now," continued the lone Weasley, "but I'm sure you'll be asked again later– Wait, you are coming to the Burrow, right? Mum will go spare if she finds out you were around and didn't visit…"

Fleur reached over and took his hand in hers. A gentle smile graced her lips which he returned. He squeezed her hand softly.

"We'll be there."

Observing the pair in front of him, George couldn't help but think they fit oddly well together. He'd thought Bill was a fool to not even try and make things work, but then again, as much as it saddened him to think about. His oldest brother was never much of a family guy.

Watching Harry though, he recalled how heartbroken he'd been that night of Ron and Hermione's engagement. To see him healthy and so clearly in love with Fleur warmed him deeply. Things had worked out for the better, even if it was by some ridiculous stroke of luck.


END PART THREE