Chapter Three – Mrs

Chapter Three – Mrs. Delacour Arrives

Harry and Fleur arrived at her house shortly before bedtime. They had arrived in the library and found that Jean Luc was hunched over a roll of parchment. When they 'popped' in he wasn't startled.

"I was wondering when you two would be getting here. How was Paris?"

Fleur and Harry told them about their visit to both muggle Paris and wizard Paris. Having been there many times before this was nothing new to him. Still, he liked seeing what Harry thought about it. In some ways he had wished that he and his wife had a boy. There was no denying that his daughters were almost too cute but there had always been a longing in his heart to have a boy.

"Wait, I've been monopolizing your time. Fleur, mother is home."

"Great, Harry can finally meet her. Where is she?"

"I'll go get her and Gabrielle. Be back in a couple minutes." Jean Luc got up and left the library.

"You'll love her Harry. Just don't love her too much. Think you can keep it in your pants?"

"Don't worry, at least it would prove to you that I like girls."

"Not funny, just remember it is my mother you will be talking to."

When Jean Luc returned with Fleur's mom and Gabrielle Harry could understand why Fleur was warning him so much about her mother, she was gorgeous. When she came in he was very glad that he was sitting down. He was also ver glad when she insisted that he needn't get up.

"Harry, I would like you to meet my wife Viviana."

"It is very nice to meet you, how is your mother?"

"Oh, as well as can be expected. It took a long time to convince her that she just as beautiful as ever. Luckily she met a man just before I left. If I couldn't convince her I'm sure he will be able to."

"I'm happy to hear that. Now that everyone is here I can give you your presents."

"Yeah, presents!" said Gabrielle.

"Please forgive her" said Jean Luc. "You should see her at Christmas. Harry, you shouldn't have got us anything."

"I agree, you brought us our Gabrielle from the bottom of the lake." Said Viviana.

"I keep telling you that she would have been fine. Besides, you have all been so good to me that I felt like I would be a bad guest if I didn't get you something." He heard a taping at the window. "Gabrielle, I believe your present has just arrived with all of the other presents."

The tawny owl that Harry purchased had already arrived. Apparently the owl was very fast considering Harry had let him loose only a couple hours ago.

"What's his name?" asked Gabrielle.

"Well, that's up to you. I would never think of naming your owl. I hope you like it."

"I love it. Thank you Harry." Growing quite used to it by now, Harry felt the little girls arms wrap around him. He would be leaving in about a week and a half and he knew that he would miss her hugs. He felt this loved at only one other place, the Weasley's.

Harry then gave Mr. and Mrs. Delacour their presents. They both appeared to like their presents very much. She didn't want to show it but Harry could tell that Fleur was envious of the other's gifts.

"Don't worry, you'll get yours in a few days."

"Can you at least give me a hint about what it is?"

"Well, it was you who gave me the idea for the gift, I can give you that much information."

"Fine, I'll just wait."

Waiting till everyone had gone to bed Harry finally felt it was safe to stand up. Man, Viviana was a looker. Now Harry knew where Fleur and Gabrielle's looks came from. He seized the opportunity that his solitude permitted by grabbing some books off of the shelves. He didn't have the figures yet but that didn't mean that he couldn't prepare.

He grabbed a book on transfiguration, found a variation of the polyjuice potion, and a book on communication spells. With the spells and potion he would be able to complete his gift to Fleur.

"Right, this potion won't take nearly as long to make as the real polyjuice potion. I'll just have to go to a potion shop tomorrow morning. The hardest part will be keeping it from Fleur." The potion that harry was speaking of imbued inanimate objects with the personalities and mannerisms of humans.

Knowing he would have a full day of shopping and brewing ahead of him he decided that he better get to bed. Unfortunately for Harry, he didn't have a dream free evening again. Harry wasn't the only one who had erotic dreams that not, just down the hall Fleur sprang up in her bed.

"But it's Harry!" She couldn't believe it. Just yesterday she would have never imagined that she would have these feelings for Harry. It had changed the previous night when she realized just how much she liked being in his arms. But Fleur knew that any feelings she may have for Harry would not be returned. He had told her just today that he had feelings for that Cho girl. She had meals with that girl while at Hogwarts and could understand why he would like her.

"Get over him, he's a student and you're going to be a teacher." She rolled over and went back into a fitful sleep.

Harry awoke early and disapparated back to a potions shop in Paris. He looked over the inventory for a while and then picked up the rare ingredients that he would need for the figures. He then stopped by the owl post and instructed them to deliver the ingredients to the Delacour residence. After the owl post he also decided to stop by Pixy's and see how things were going.

"You're early, I thought we agreed on tomorrow."

"We did, but I wanted to see how things were going."

"I've barely had time to work but you can see how the sculpting went for your lady friend's figure."

Harry admired the craftsmanship of the figure. He didn't think it was possible but Pixy had managed to capture all of Fleur's beauty.

"I still have to paint it and transfigure it for movement."

"You needn't bother transfiguring it. I have to do some special transfiguration spells on them to make them do what I need them to do."

"Are you sure? I am quite capable of transfiguring them."

"I'm sure you are but I will be combining that with a potion to make exact replicas of ourselves."

"Hmm, maybe you should handle that. If I don't have to do the transfiguring than you can pick them up tomorrow morning."

"Perfect. Sorry about not telling you all the details but I didn't want Fleur finding out too much about the gift."

"You care about the girl don't you?"

"Of course I do, I don't have many close friends." He said goodbye and left the shop.

Harry thought to himself that he needed to figure out how transport objects with him when apparated. It had to be possible considering people didn't show up naked when they traveled. Well, he could figure that out later. People at the house must be wondering where he is by now. 'Pop'

"Harry, where were you? I went in to wake you up but you were already gone."

"Sorry Fleur. I had to go and get some supplies for your present."

"May I ask what you got?"

"Nope, you'll just have to wait and see. Speaking of that, can you direct my to a spare cauldron?"

"What do you need a cauldron for?"

"You'll find out later. Do you have one?"

"Of course." She went into another room and came out with a small cauldron.

"Great." Harry grabbed the cauldron and dashed up to his room. He then remembered that his supplies weren't there yet. "Damn, now I really want to know how to transport objects."

He made the most of his time while waiting for the ingredients. He went back to the library and found a book that dealt with protecting persons and items. "This is really a remarkable library." Wanting to make sure that Fleur didn't ruin her surprise he put a protective spell on the room where he was staying. Hopefully she wouldn't be able to figure out how to get in there.

Fleur spent the day preparing for the coming year. She found herself pouring over books of magical creatures and curses. She didn't want to disappoint her students with a teacher that knew nothing about what they were doing. She wanted to be the kind of teacher that the students looked up to and whose classes they wanted to attend. Harry admired this about Fleur, she actually cared.

Harry came back to reality when he heard the taping on the window of the owl. He opened up the window and grabbed the package, ingredients clutched in his hand he quickly ran up stairs. Fleur tried to see what he was holding but his years as a Seeker gave him the reflexes needed to avoid her tackle.

He started the fire and poured in the ingredients. Remarkable, he could even remember the exact amounts of ingredients and instructions. How could he do this before Dumbledore lifted the cloud?

Harry now had some time for the potion to prepare and for the figures to be completed. It was mid-afternoon and he realized that he hadn't had any food that day. He went down to the kitchen to grab himself a snack. Assuming that Mr. Delacour was writing and Mrs. Delacour was out with Gabrielle he thought the kitchen would be vacated. To his surprise, Mr. Delacour was standing over the stove.

"Hello Harry, want something to eat."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you if you were working on something."

"I'm glad you're here actually. I was working on a new recipe for the book and I need another person's opinion."

Harry walked over to the stove and took a bite of what appeared to be a cheesecake. He felt a warm sensation go over his entire body.

"It's wonderful, what is it?"

"Butterbeer cheesecake. You really like it?"

"Who wouldn't? I would offer to take the rest off your hands but I would feel guilty of depriving the rest of the family."

"Don't bother feeling guilty. The problem with having veela blood in girls is that they think that sweets go straight to their hips."

"They're already gorgeous, why would they think that?"

"Don't ask me how veelas think. So, you really think they're gorgeous?"

"No offense, but who wouldn't?"

"Are you interested in Fleur."

"She's a good friend, and that's where I will leave it."

"Gabrielle?"

"You're joking right?"

"Of course I am. I'm going to miss you Harry. Do you know how much fun it has been having another male in the house? I don't have to worry about cooking sweets when you're here. If I would have done this a month ago I would have had three females complaining about the air turning them fat."

Harry gave a chuckle. "Don't worry, Gabrielle and Fleur won't be unattached forever."

"I just hope those boys are as nice as you."

"Thanks, it has been fun being with your family. I've only felt this comfortable at the Weasley's. Speaking of that, when is Dumbledore coming to pick me up?"

"He'll be here next Saturday. You still have to put up with us for another week and a half."

"It's not that."

"I'm kidding, here's a sandwich. Get back upstairs and work on that present."

"How did you know?"

"Please, Fleur has been asking me all day if I knew what you were making. Can you tell me what you are making?"

"Now that I know you work for the enemy, I won't tell you a thing."

Jean Luc laughed and went back to his cooking.

Harry went back to his room to on check how the potion was doing. Everything appeared to be fine with the potion so he ate his sandwich and looked out the window. Gabrielle and her mom were outside playing in the garden. They seemed so happy, Harry wished he could be happy like them. Why did Dumbledore send Sirius away?

There was a knock on the door. "Harry, I have something to tell you." It was Fleur.

Harry opened the door a crack to see what she wanted. Before he knew what was happening the door was forced open. "Where is it? Where's my gift?"

"Fleur, are you nuts?"

"No, I just can't wait for surprises." She spotted the cauldron in the corner. "What are you brewing?"

"Something to help complete the gift. You'll just have to wait till it's done."

"Fine, I'll wait. I was just getting bored without you around. Do you think you can tear yourself away from here and spend some time with me?"

"I knew it, you can't live without me."

Fleur giggled. "I'm going to miss you Harry. Are you sure you want to leave next week?"

"Yeah, I miss the Weasley's. Don't worry though, I think we'll be able to talk just as much then as we do now."

"What are you talking about?"

"Patience is a virtue that you obviously don't have."

"I prefer sins instead of virtues."

"Why Miss Delacour, do you talk to all of your students like this?"

Fleur was taken aback by this. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable Harry."

"I was just joking around with you too Fleur."

"Ah yes, joking. So, will you go somewhere with me?"

"Sure, where do you wanna go?"

"There was someone I was instructed to meet. Dumbledore said I would benefit from a little instruction from him. He also said to bring you along."

"Weird, so where are we going?"

"That's the thing, I don't know where it is. Dumbledore said that you would be able to find him and then I should find you. Do you know somebody named Professor Lupin." Harry gave a smile. "So you do know him."

"I can't believe I never thought about it. I can find him and anyone else I want to find."

"Oh, Dumbledore also said something else. He said for you to not go looking for someone named Sirius."

"He knows me too well. Well, let's go see Lupin if Dumbledore gave us permission to see him. It will be good to see him again."

"Who is he?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from my third year. He was a friend of my fathers. I'll find him and then you locate me. This is just like what we worked on so don't worry. I'll see you in a little bit." 'Pop'

Harry found that he was in a rather small apartment but there was nobody in sight. Lupin had to be here, Harry could feel his presence. Looking out the window he saw that he was in Paris. So, Dumbledore was still keeping tabs on him. Looking back over the room Harry saw that Fleur had just arrived.

"That was much more difficult than I expected."

"Are you all here?"

Jokingly, she looked down her blouse. "All of me that really matters."

A snicker came out of thin air.

"Harry, is there a ghost here?"

At that moment the severed head of Remus Lupin appeared in the corner of a room. "BOO!"

"What was that about?" said Harry.

"I was expecting you around now and I thought I would have a little fun with you. I thought the son of James Potter would have a little more of a sense of humor."

"You just startled us. Why do you have an invisibility cloak?"

"Dumbledore's idea. Since Snape isn't around to make me the potion I had to find an alternate means of keeping myself from harming others. I now take a strong sleeping potion and cover myself with the cloak incase somebody comes looking for me. So far it has worked just fine. Let me tell you, I feel really refreshed after those days."

Fleur looked puzzled. "What potion? What are you talking about?"

Lupin looked over at Fleur. "Sorry, I don't speak French. What did you say?"

Harry quickly went towards Lupin. "How much do you trust me?"

"Depends on what you want to do."

"If you trust me enough then I plan doing a spell on your brain."

"Why would you want to go and do a thing like that for?"

"I want to make this be as productive as possible. I want to teach you French."

"Harry, messing with minds is very complicated but if what Dumbledore told me is true then you wouldn't have much trouble now would you?"

"I already did it to myself if that is what you were wondering. As far as I can tell I'm all here."

"Very well, if it would make things go more smoothly then blast away."

Comprendio

"So, I can speak French now?"

Fleur interrupted. "You just did."

"Actually, I'm not sure how to focus it on one language. As far as I know it will enable you to understand and speak all languages. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Now maybe I can get through customs without difficulty. Thank you Harry. Okay Miss Delacour, what did you ask me?"

"Oh, I was just wondering about the potion you were talking about."

"I thought you only understood French, how did you know we were talking about a potion."

"I can speak English, I've just grown used to speaking French with Harry. Sorry about the confusion."

"That's okay. Well, if you are going to be a teacher at Hogwarts then I would guess that Dumbledore trusts you. I am a werewolf."

"Ah, then what you were talking about would make sense."

Harry realized how rude he had been. He quickly ran over and gave Lupin a hug. "It is really good to see you Remus."

"It is good to see you too Harry. I was really worried about you after what Sirius told me."

"Have you seen him? Where is he?"

"I haven't seen him, he just sent me an owl about what happened this last year. I wish I could have stayed there to protect you. As for Sirius, just know that he is fine. Dumbledore and I agree that you shouldn't go looking for him."

"Who is this Sirius that everyone keeps talking about?"

Harry answered her question. "I'll tell you in time. For now just know that he is a close friend of the people I care about."

"Not another secret Harry. Do you like tormenting me?"

Harry then told Lupin about the last year and what had happened to him after he got back to the Dursley's. Much of this Fleur was also hearing for the first time. She now understood just how special Harry was.

"How are you handling it Harry? Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I'm fine. Since coming to France my nightmares have actually ended. It feels good to get away from all of the chaos."

"You are going to be needing all the rest you can get if what you and Dumbledore say is true." Thinking for a few minutes in silence he finally remembered that there were others in the room. "Harry, I have something for you." Lupin walked over to a chest and picked up a large package. He walked back over to Harry and handed the package to him.

Harry opened the package and immediately recognized the item inside. It was a Foe-Glass, just like the one Barty Crouch Jr. used when he was impersonating Moody.

"I thought that this may be of use to you. Do you know what it is?"

"It's a Foe-Glass. Things must be looking really grim for me if this is what I get for gifts."

"I'll get you something a little more pleasant for your birthday. Now that you have your gift I need to talk with Miss Delacour."

Harry walked over and picked up a book on werewolves that was sitting in the corner of the room. Fleur and Lupin began talking to each other about various things. Not wanting to intrude, he put a silencing charm around him. Hours passed while Harry read about the history of werewolves and various theories about the curse that afflicts those that have been bitten.

The next thing that Harry knew he was being tapped by Fleur. Her mouth appeared to be moving but nothing was coming out. He started to talk but then he remembered the silencing charm. He performed the counter spell and all of the noise came flooding into his ears.

"Harry, I've been trying to talk with you for ages now. Couldn't you hear me?"

"Sorry, I put up a silencing charm. What's up?"

"I think we should head back, it's dinner time. Say your goodbyes and we'll head back."

Harry said goodbye to Lupin and asked about when he would see him next.

"I'm thinking I may be giving a guest lecture at Hogwarts this year. Not all werewolves are as friendly as me and I want the students to be prepared."

Fleur and Harry returned to the Delacour's home just as dinner was being served. However, rather than sitting with the rest of the family Harry ran upstairs to check on his potion. Satisfied that everything was going fine Harry returned to the dining room.

"Fleur tells me that she met one of your old teachers today. She said you seemed to know him quite well." Said Mr. Delacour.

"He was one of my father's friends from school. He had to leave at the end of my third year. I wish he would have stayed longer, it was nice having a bit of my past at school."

The family spent the rest of the meal discussing Lupin and other various things. Feeling very stuffed Harry excused himself from the table and returned to his room. His head was swimming with thoughts of Lupin, Fleur, Sirius, Fleur, Snape, and Fleur. Why couldn't he get her out of his head.

He thought about what had taken place in his room earlier. Was she flirting with him or was she just joking? Harry had another pleasant dream that night, this time Cho was no where in sight. He woke up again and had to perform the cleansing spell, almost a daily ritual now. Had his feelings for Fleur changed that much that he was pushing Cho out of his mind?

After cleaning up the mess that puberty was leaving him in the mornings he showered and got ready. As he was showering he thought that maybe he should take care of his urges manually and in a controlled environment. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, the level of ecstasy almost made him pass out. Why had he never done this before? Maybe because the Dursley's probably would have found out and killed him.

He quickly got dressed after his little sexual escapade with his little pal he affectionately calls 'Righty'. He checked his potion, it was ready and waiting for completion. The only ingredients missing were hairs from him and Fleur. It was early so he figured he could get one of Fleur's hairs before she woke up.

Harry apparated in Fleur's room very early. Not wanting to make a sound he put up another silencing charm around himself. He looked at her and forgot about his task. She lay in her bed and Harry could have almost blown a load just looking at her. She was still wearing the silk pajama bottoms as usual but instead of the top she was wearing a tight white cotton tank top. The top displayed all of the curves that Fleur had been hiding with the regular pajama top. Presumably, the silk top was used for show. Remembering why he had come to her room in the first place, he plucked a hair from her head and disapparated before she could wake up.

It was still some time before Pixy's would open. Hopefully the figures would be done so he could complete the gift. Because of what he just saw and his extra time he spent a little more time with Righty.

Madame Pixy was expecting Harry this time and was not surprised to see him. However, he did seem to have a glow this time that wasn't present yesterday. "Welcome back Mr. Potter, I think you will be pleased." She handed Harry two small figures of about six inches in height there were perfect representations of Harry and Fleur.

"They're perfect, how much do I owe you?"

"It was a labor of love, just take them. Besides, I will make more then enough money to recoup the expenses by selling the figures of you. Can I get your endorsement to prove that you have okayed them?"

"Not a problem, thank you for the little guys."

Harry signed a document that said that he approved of a limited production of figures in his likeness. Wanting to complete his gift, he thanked Madame Pixy and dissaparated back to his room, he was now ready to complete his gift to Fleur.

Taking the figures over to a small table he thought of the best process to make these figures come to life. He had studied a transfiguration book and contemplated what was the best process. He had chosen a spell that allowed him to make modifications with the potion he was brewing. Transfiguring the figures so they had movement was a relatively easy task, now he had to add the potion. Placing the hair samples in separate goblets of the potion he poured the contents over the respective figures. The combination of the transfiguration spell and the variation of the polyjuice potion made the figures into perfect representations of himself and Fleur. The figures would have all of the emotions and mannerisms of the people they represented.

"Now to make you two talk."

Much the same way wizarding chess pieces could speak Harry enabled the small figures to speak. However, with the combination of the potion they now had the voices of their counterparts. However much these figures may have looked and acted like their counterparts they were not perfect representations. They were never meant to be replacements for when he and Fleur would part, but rather the ultimate communication devices. They did not think like humans but rather moved, acted, and spoke like humans.

To complete the task, Harry prepared a communications linkup between the two figures. Analyzing the way wizards are able to communicate through fireplaces he imbued the figures to communicate with each other. If Harry were to speak to Fleur's figure his own figure would communicate the words to the real Fleur.

"Done, and not a moment to soon. I don't think that Fleur would be able to take the suspense much longer."

Harry picked up the small figures and places them in his pockets. They didn't seem to like being there though, especially little Fleur. He quickly took the figures out of his pocket and left the room. If he couldn't bring the figures to Fleur then he would bring Fleur to the figures. He left his room and went down the hall to the room where he had been just a few hours before.

Harry knocked on the door.

"Hello?"

"Fleur, are you awake?"

She opened the door and looked showered and ready for the day. "Of course I'm awake, and where have you been? I tried to contact you but didn't answer your door."

"Sorry, I've been working on your gift this morning and I'm pleased to say it's done."

"It's done! Can I have it."

"That's why I came down here, he didn't want to come down here with me so I thought you could bring him back."

"Him, did you get me a pet like you got Gabrielle?"

"Of course I didn't, come down and see for yourself."

Harry brought Fleur back to his room to give her a small figure of himself.

"It is adorable Harry, I love it."

"You don't even know what it does and you already love it. Do you remember what you said you initially wanted for a gift?"

"I said that I wanted us to remain friends."

"And I made you something that would enable us to do just that." Harry then took out the little figure of Fleur. "Meet your counterpart."

"Okay Harry, what do these figures do?"

"They will allow us to communicate with each other. All you have to do is to speak my name to the figure of me and it will link up to the figure of you. If the person isn't available a message will be left. That is the extent of the knowledge in these figures. Wanna try them out?"

"I'd love to, I'll go back to my room." Fleur raced back to her room eager to try out her new gift.

"Harry." said the little figure of Fleur.

"Fleur, I guess they work." Replied the figure of Harry.

"Of course they work Harry, you made them. I must say this little guy is quite the looker. I must compliment Madame Pixy the next time I see her."

"I think I got the better end of this deal though. So do you really like them?"

"Harry, he sounds and moves just like you. How did you do it?"

"Some spells and a potion mixed with some amazing figures. I'm glad you like them. Now we can talk whenever you like, just make sure take care of the little guy."

"How do we turn them off? I want to talk to you in person."

"Just say 'Goodbye'." With that word the little Fleur appeared to have gone asleep.

Fleur burst back into his room and threw her arms around Harry. "It's the best gift I've ever received."

"Your welcome Fleur. I wanted to give you something that showed you how much I care for you as a friend. I only have two other friends as close as you and I'll be seeing them in about a week."

"It's going to be hard to part with you Harry. You are the first person to get to know me beyond my looks and you actually care about me as a person. At least I have the little guy to keep me company when you're gone."

"He better not replace the original or I'll rip him apart."

"He could never replace the original. Besides, didn't Pixy say they were nearly indestructible?"

"Oh yeah. So, wanna go grab some food?"

"Well, if you would have been with the rest of the family for breakfast I'm sure you wouldn't be hungry right now."

"Would you rather you didn't have your gift yet?"

"Fine, I give in to you. We can go grab something from the kitchen."

"You give in too easily. Is there any of that cheesecake left?"

"I'm almost positive there is, let's go."

The next several days passed without any significant events. Harry and Fleur spent their time talking and playing with Gabrielle. Mr. Delacour worked on his new book while Mrs. Delacour had some plans to take care of.

"Grandma's getting married again? I thought she just met the guy?" said Fleur

"Well, your grandmother is getting older and she says she's in love. I don't want to stop her from feeling better about herself."

This news, although startling, was very welcome around the household. Everyone seemed pleased that grandma was happy with herself once again. The wedding would be taking place in mid-August and Harry was invited.

"Harry, we insist on you coming." Said Viviana

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. I've never been to a wedding before and I doubt I will see one with a veela as a bride any time soon."

It was now only a few days before Dumbledore would be coming to pick up Harry to take him to the Burrow. He and Fleur were having a really good time together as friends. He would help her with her coming year as a teacher during the day and would work on more advanced levels of apparating at night. He had progressed so much that he was soon able to transport an object the size of his school trunk.

"Too bad you can't apparate to Hogwarts." He said to himself.

At that moment he heard a small voice come from behind him, it was Fleur. Well, not Fleur, but the figure of Fleur.

"Harry, are you awake?"

"Fleur, yeah I'm awake. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Yes, I have to ask you about us."

"What about us?"

"Do you think that we have a future?"

"Of course we do, you are one of my best friends."

"Friends, that's what I thought."

Harry questioned what this meant but assured himself that she couldn't mean she wanted more. Why would she want a boy when she could get any man she wanted?

Fleur wanted their relationship to be something more than friendship but she knew how Harry felt about Cho. She was hoping that he would change his mind but apparently all he wanted was friendship.

"Well Harry, I better let you get back to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye."

The communication ceased and Harry now had more questions rattling in his head then he thought possible. Sure, he used to have a crush on Cho but he didn't really know much about her. He had actual feelings for Fleur as a person, it wasn't just physical attraction. Sure there was physical attraction, there was no denying that she was one of the most beautiful people he has ever seen but there was more. When he watched her prepare for the upcoming year he could see just how much she cared about her future students. How could he think she was so cold when they were in the Tri-wizard Tournament together?

The next morning Harry woke up still thinking about the conversation with Fleur. He kept replaying everything she said in his head but still couldn't come up with any answers. Maybe she was just nervous because he would be leaving to spend time with his best friends.

The last few days quickly passed and soon Dumbledore would be arriving. During his last day he and Fleur arranged to meet each other sometime during August. Then Fleur asked Harry something that he didn't expect.

"Do you think maybe I could visit when you're at the Weasley's?"

"I don't really know, space can be kind of limited. You are used to a level of quality in your amenities that I don't think the Burrow would meet. They aren't as well off as some wizarding families of their lineage."

"I don't care about that, I would be fine anywhere you are. Just as long as I can see you I would be willing to sleep in a cave."

"I'll see what the Weasley's say and then I'll let you know through the little ones."

"Have you thought about you want to call your little creations?"

"Not really, it's not like I'm planning on marketing them or anything."

"Hey, it could be a career."

"Nah, I think of them as a novelty." A sound came from downstairs that interrupted their conversation. "What was that?"

The two raced downstairs and saw what all of the commotion was about. Standing in the corner of the library was Albus Dumbledore.