Today's chapter!

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I have not written out Fleur's French accent you will have to imagine it besides Bill has given her English lessons so she is much better then in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

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Chapter 3 Fleur Delacour

"Don't ring…." Harry said hastily but Tonks had all ready rung the bell.

"Sorry" Tonks said when she realized what she had done. They could hear the screams from the painting of Mrs Black through the door "MUDBLOODS! FILTH! IN THE HOUSE OF BLACK"

Fleur looked horrified.

"Don't worry it's just a mad painting" Bill told her. The door swung open Mrs Weasley stood in front of him and Tonks.

"Oh Harry how nice to se you, hello Tonks, Bill and you must be Fleur. I'm Mrs Weasley."

They all greeted her back and she let them in.

"Try to keep it down we don't want to upset old Mrs Black again" Mrs Weasley said as she led them past the portraits and down to the kitchen.

"Harry" Ron exclaimed as he entered the kitchen "Good to see you mate"

"You too Ron"

"Hermione" Harry said as she hugged him.

"Hi Harry are you all right with visions…" Hermione stopped abruptly when she saw that Fleur were standing beside him.

"You already met Fleur" Harry said in an attempt to break the sudden silence that filled the room.

"Oh, Yes of course! Hello Fleur" Hermione said.

"Nice to see you again, Hermione, Ron" Fleur said politely doing her best not to look sad.

"You too" Ron said plainly, Harry was relieved to see that Ron seemed to have outgrown his crush on Fleur.

"Ron will you set the tables?" Mrs Weasley said "Hermione could you go and get some butterbeer dear?"

"Harry why don't you show Fleur up to her room she will be sharing with Ginny and Hermione" She continued "Bill can I have a word with you?"

They all stumbled off, and left Harry and Fleur alone in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Right follow me" Harry said and walked back up the stairs.

"'arry are we in Sirius Black's home?" Fleur asked him in a whisper.

Why oh why did she have to ask him such a hard question? He thought bitterly.

"Yes, we are" He answered shortly.

"Why? And what's the order of the phoenix?" he couldn't see her expression because he walked up the stars in front of him and she couldn't se his face this made it a bit easier to talk about.

"Sirius black was my godfather, he was innocent" He choked out no one knew that he was innocent they didn't even know he was dead. He felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks. Why did he have to cry in front of Fleur of all people why not Mrs Weasley or Tonks or even Hermione or Ginny. He kept his head turned away from her he wouldn't let her see he wiped his eyes and hoped he would stop crying.

"He 'was', what did he do?"

Harry's tears flow even more now yet he managed to keep them silence.

"He" He started but felt that his voice wouldn't hold so he took a pause and a deep breath "got murdered" he managed to choke out he hoped Fleur couldn't tell how badly he was crying. He hurried along and up to the stairs but when he got to the top and was about to turn and walk down the corridor to the girls room when Fleur grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He tried to pull away but when he saw that Fleur was crying as well he didn't.

"I'm sorry about you godfather" She whispered as though her voice wouldn't support her and hugged him. He found himself crying hard on his shoulder and after a few moments, he whispered "I'm sorry about you parents and Gabrielle" At these words she cried even harder down on his shoulder. It was a very odd moment as they sobbed on each other shoulders though it felt very good.

"I haven't really cried since it happened" Harry confessed when both of them managed to control their tears.

"Me neither" She replied "On my own, but not in front of any one"

"Me too" Harry said. It was a very odd moment their feelings were so open to each other he didn't think he could lie to her if his life depended on it.

"How did you know I was crying?" he asked her after a few moments of silence.

"I just knew" She replied simply. Harry had totally forgotten that she was a veela but now he figured that this might be one of her veela powers.

"Ready to continue" He asked her.

"Yeah" She said softly "So what is the Order"

"The Order is a group of people that is gathered by Albus Dumbledore to fight Voldemort." He said and then added "My parents belonged to it before they got killed"

"And you're a member?" She asked him after a few moments.

"No, they won't let me. They say I'm too young and that I have to finish school"

"Told you years ago" She said teasingly.

They both laughed. It was incredible how simple Fleur was to talk to it was if he'd known her for all his life.

"This is it your room" he said as he knocked on the door "If you get lonely our room is just up the stairs right above" He couldn't believe his ears when he heard what he'd just said but to his relief Fleur only laughed.

"You wish" She said as the door opened and Ginny looked out

"Oh Harry I've been so worried" Ginny said and through her arms around him.

"Hello Ginny" Harry said and then when she let him go he added "This is Fleur, Fleur this is Ginny your roommate"

"I know" Ginny said "I was in third year when you two were champions, remember?"

"Uh" Fleur said uncertainly she clearly did not remember Ginny. Ginny however only laughed.

"It's okay" Ginny said "I was supporting Harry after all"

"Right" Fleur said "Bill has told me so much about you"

"Yeah I bet… I can see why he likes you" Ginny said with a wicked grin. "Come in I'll show you where you sleep"

Fleur followed her inside and Harry walked up the stairs and entered his and Ron's room. He dropped the trunk on his bed and placed Hedwig's cage on the desk. He smiled to himself, what had just happened? He and Fleur who barley knew each other had cried out on each others shoulders and then they had joked as if they'd know each other since they were born. He didn't expect this when he got up this morning. He started to unpack his things he glanced nervously at the Foe Glass when he unpacked it, only distant shadows. He lay down in his bed and gathered his thoughts starring blindly up at the ceiling.

Someone must have upset Mrs Black because she started to scream "FILTHY HALF-BREED! SCUM! BLOOD TRAITOR!" after a few moments she gave a final shriek and fell quiet. Finally Harry thought.

It was rather unfair, Voldemort started it all and he was to pay for not dying. He couldn't even eat ice cream with his friends without being idolized, but then there were Ice cream in the muggle world too. If this went on like this, he would have to live as much as possible in the muggle world. He wondered how Dumbledore dealt with it, he was after all a celebrity, but Dumbledore had earned his fame during many years Harry had gotten it by most of it by accident and at the terrible price of his parents.

There was a knock on the door "Harry it is lunch" Said Hermione's voice through the door. Harry walked over to the door and went out.

"Ginny and Fleur are already down in the kitchen" Hermione said.

"Oh, so what's been going on" Harry asked her.

"I don't know, Harry. They won't tell us anything." Hermione said in a low voice as they walked down towards the kitchens. "But I figure" She added in an even lower voice "Voldemort is trying to get the goblins over to his side"

"Do you think they will" Harry asked her.

"I don't know, I think that's why they invite Fleur to the Order. They need more spies at Gringotts" Hermione said and sighed "Loads off all the problems in the wizarding world wouldn't be possible if we weren't so intolerant to other species, like house elves"

Harry's went rigid. "Kreacher" He whispered through gritted teeth. He blamed Kreacher for Sirius death almost as much as he blamed Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Don't you dare blame him" Hermione snapped.

"WHY?" Harry yelled.

Hermione looked taken aback for a short moment but then she said as calmly as she could "Kreacher was brain washed for many years, he wasn't sane. Harry I understand that Sirius death…"

"SO HOUSE ELVES DOESN'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO JOIN THE DARK LORD?" Harry yelled at her.

Hermione didn't respond.

"They can't all be saints Hermione" Harry said and tried to calm himself.

"Dumbledore…" Hermione started.

"He's wrong" Harry interrupted her loudly.

They stood in silence for a couple of moments it was a wonder why Mrs Black hadn't started screaming. Hermione must have thought the same thing because she walked over to the wall were she hung Harry followed her.

The curtains that hung in front of the painting were gone only the top of them were left and they were burned black. The frame of the painting was the only thing left it had several black burn marks as well.

"They burned her" Hermione stated her eyes had gone wide.

"Seems so" Harry agreed. "Look I'm sorry I yelled at you but I'm not going to let Kreacher get away with this."

"Oh, Harry Kreacher is dead" Hermione said sadly.

Harry felt a grim sort of satisfaction, he wasn't sorry at all. "How come?"

"He walked into Remus bedroom one night and it was a full moon…" She trailed off.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Remus takes Wolfsbane potion, but it's not one hundred percent…" Hermione trailed off again.

"What did he do to him?" Harry asked.

"I don't know… whatever wolfs do when they get annoyed" She said very fast "But it all went very quick Moody was down in his room in a minute but it was way too late by then. It was horrible. Of course, Mrs Weasley wouldn't let anyone go near his room but the way Remus looked when he got out of there covered in blood it took him days to clean up the mess even with magic. Remus blames himself, but it wasn't really his fault, I mean Kreacher had a neck of speaking aloud I imagine he said some stupid stuff about Sirius or something and it just became to much for him he is a werewolf after all. Remus has taken Sirius death very badly he has lost weight and Mrs Weasley is fussing over him as if he was her child. She hasn't taken Sirius death too good either but she tries to be strong for the rest of us. And she's much happier nowadays too we figure Percy has apologized to her, but she tries to act as if nothing"

Hermione was rambling it was her way of letting of her emotions so Harry didn't interrupt her.

"Ginny was very sad too wouldn't eat until Bill talked to her I don't think she really understood how dangerous it was that day until Sirius… anyway, she always loved Bill. She loves her other brother too, but Bill is her idol being the oldest and all. Ron's been really great about it considering the circumstances. He helped me a lot when I was… sad" She trailed off and looked as if she'd said too much. Harry couldn't see any thing wrong in Ron comforting Hermione especially as he'd cried out on Fleur's shoulder.

"Ron is great" Harry said.

"Yeah, he is" She agreed.

"So where's Remus?" He asked her.

"He's away on a mission; I think Dumbledore has him too speak with other werewolves. That's another group Voldemort wants in his army."

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"No, he's been gone for a few days so we reckon he'll be back soon" Hermione answered. They walked away from the burnt portrait of Mrs Black towards the kitchen.

"Hey! Congratulations! Eleven Os that's great" Harry burst out as he remembered.

"Yeah thanks, but it's scary too" She said with a small smile.

"Why scary?" He asked her.

"I looked it up in Hogwarts a History this morning" She said

"And" He pressed on.

"Last person who got eleven Os was Tom Riddle" She said.

Harry was shocked. "The Tom Riddle, Voldemort?"

"Yes" Hermione said.

"He didn't like divination either?" Harry joked.

Hermione smiled.

"Don't worry Hermione, it's just OWLs" Harry said.

"Yeah, well everyone is going to expect things from me now, won't they" Hermione said "They will expect me to become the next Dumbledore or a dark lord or something"

"Ah, there you are I was beginning to think you forgotten" He heard Mrs Weasley's voice form the kitchen door.

"Sorry Mrs Weasley" Hermione said and they entered the kitchen. Ginny, Ron, Bill and Fleur were already eating.

"Oh, Harry I'm so Sorry I lost my temper and I burned your painting" Fleur said as she saw him.

"My painting?" Harry asked bewildered.

"Harry dear there is something we need to talk about" Said Mrs Weasley.

"What?" He asked he had no idea what they were on about.

Mrs Weasley looked suddenly very uncomfortable.

"Sirius had a will" She said and after a short moment she continued "He leaves every thing to you and Remus" Harry looked down.

"Oh" He muttered.

They ate in silence or at least they didn't force Harry into any discussions which he was grateful for, he didn't feel like talking. He had looked forward to see his friends all summer but now he wanted to be back with Tonks on Privet Drive. Life on Privet drive was very simple after all and with company, it was even enjoyable. He wondered where Tonks was, he remembered that she'd said they were very busy. She was probably following death eaters or something Harry figured. He wasn't very hungry so decided to leave lunch as early as he could.

"I have to unpack" He said he knew that the reason he gave was very poor but to his relief every one accepted it.

"Yeah me too" Said Fleur and walked out behind Harry when the door closed behind them they turned to each other.

"I'm so sorry Harry I didn't know" She said softly to him.

"It's all right" He said "I just didn't think it would be so hard to be back here" He explained. Where did that come from, he never spoke this easily about his feelings much less to a beautiful French girl that he hardly knew.

"I'm sorry about the painting too" She said.

"Don't be they been trying to get it off the wall for over a year. Don't think they thought of burning the canvas though"

They stood in silence for a long moment.

"Let's get upstairs" Harry finally said and walked up the stairs Fleur followed him. When they stood outside the girl's rooms Harry found that he didn't want to be alone, he looked over at Fleur she didn't enter her room. They stood for a moment in silence.

"Fleur" He said at the same time as she said "Harry"

"Yes" they chorused. Harry was silent for a moment to let Fleur continue only Fleur waited for him to continue too.

"You first" they said at the same time.

They laughed.

"Ladies first" He said.

"Oh, all right. Do you really need to unpack?" She asked him with pronouncing the word 'need' very clearly.

"No, I just couldn't stay" He said but then added before she thought he wanted to be alone "Would you like a tour? I mean if you don't need to unpack"

"Oh, No, I mean sure I'd like a tour" She said with a small smile.

"All right, as you know this is Black manor" He told her every thing about the house he knew but didn't mention Kreacher or Sirius. After about an hour, they where standing in Mrs Black's bed room with Buckbeak the hippogriff.

"A Hippogriff?" She asked in surprise.

"Yeah, we helped him escape he was going to be executed by the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures" Harry said.

"Why?" Asked Fleur.

"He attacked a student that insulted him" Harry said, he felt angry at the mere memory but then his anger faded as he remembered that Draco Malfoy's father Lucius Malfoy where in Azkaban.

"Why are you smiling?" She asked.

"Do you remember Draco Malfoy a Slytherin in the same year as me?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I know him" She said grimly.

"You do?" He asked her.

"The Malfoys are an old French pureblood family" Fleur informed him.

"Let me guess you are related distantly?" Harry said

"Yeah, I think so anyway we didn't speak much about our family since we are well…" She trailed off.

"Blood traitors" Harry said for her.

"Yeah and 'Half-Breeds' as she put it" Fleur said looking away from him and patted Buckbeak Harry knew she meant Mrs Black by 'she'.

"Why" He asked.

"I'm part veela, Harry. Didn't you know?"

"Does that count, isn't that a good thing?" He asked uncertainly.

"Of course you think that, you're a male" Fleur said sadly.

"I know I am" He joked but then he added "So it isn't a good thing?"

"Not only, I'm only 1/4 veela and I got the most horrible temper you can imagine. I scared Ginny half to death when I burned Mrs Black." She explained.

"Is that how you burned her?" Harry asked remembering the veela at the world cup throwing fire.

"Yeah, since I'm not a pure veela I can't conjure fire unless I'm really mad"

"Well it must have its advantages" Harry said with a wide grin. Then when he realised what he just had said he blushed brick red.

Fleur how ever didn't seem to mind. "Yeah, sometimes" she went quiet for a moment then she spoke up "But you should know all about that being famous"

"What do you mean?" He asked her.

"How do you know if people like you, or just to be with you because you are famous?" Fleur explained.

"Okay I get your point" Harry said, he immediately thought about Ginny and the way she'd acted at his first visit to the Burrow and about the Creevy brothers.

"But it has to be kind of fun sometimes" He asked.

"Yeah" Fleur sighed "I suppose" She said but it didn't sound very convincing.

"You don't like it?" Harry asked her seriously

"No, sometimes I dress up in ugly dresses and use makeup to make me ugly just so people won't gawp at me" She confessed.

"You do?" Harry said he couldn't imagine why someone as beautiful as Fleur wouldn't like to be seen, if he was that beautiful he wouldn't mind people looking at him or would he? People always looked at him and he hated it more then every thing. He suddenly understood how Fleur felt, because he knew that feeling very well. She had gotten something by birth that made people gawp at her and so had Harry, well almost any way. Neither of them had known when they were kids, he thought, he really had many things in common with Fleur.

She sighed and didn't say anything she looked a bit sad as if she'd hoped he would understand.

"I do to!" He said with a smile.

"What?" She asked "You put on make up and wear dresses"

Harry laughed.

"I don't wear dresses, and especially not ugly ones" He said "But I got make up for my birth day, concealment cream" he pointed to his scar "I would have put it on today if I'd known I was going to Diagon alley"

She smiled at him "You know for a short moment there I thought you wouldn't understand"

"Sorry" he said and smiled back.

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That's it! Stay tuned for Chapter 4 Innocent Love.