A/N:Whoa! I'm back! Sorry. Just got caught up with reading and school stuff and I was running dry on ideas for the story. Finally after listening to a certain song 50 times in a row on my iPod I've got an idea. So onward my friends!
Warning:The Fleur/Harry action in this story may be too much to handle for Harry/Ginny fans. But not to worry. I still write it. I'm just branching out.
Chapter Three, This Photograph Is Proof I Know You Know
The Next Day
Harry sat in Florean Fortesques eating a sundae slowly. He reached into his jeans pockets and pulled out what he thought was a piece of spare parchment. He decided against it and he unfolded it. He smiled and laughed a bit. It was that picture from the Daily Prophet back in forth year. The one where he was interviewed by Skeeter right before. He looked at it closely again and saw Fleur in the picture staring off into absolute nothingness not even noticing Harry. The rest of the people in the picture smiled at him. He wished he could go back in time and save Cedric but it was too late. He couldn't. He shook his head and thought. This may be what could save him. It may be what would set things right again. But again. Fleur went so much further then Ginny had gone. Not to mention her accent. "Why must the decisions we have to make be the ones we hate to?" Harry muttered to himself.
"Hey Harry." a girls voice said. Harry looked up.
"Huh?" he said. "Oh. Hey Mione. What have you been up to?"
"Thinking about someone." Hermione said quickly. She sat down next to him and sighed. "Tell me Harry. Why did you marry Fleur?" Harry sighed and shook his head. He looked down at the picture and back up at her.
"Listen Hermione." Harry said. "I'm not the Harry you know. I'm a Harry from a different universe that's in love with Ginny Weasley."
"What?" Hermione asked. "She's your own cousin. Don't you remember when just last year Mrs. Weasley told you that she was you mothers sister?"
"What?" Harry asked. "Listen Hermione. Either you believe me or not."
"Harry. Are you ok?" Hermione asked.
"No Hermione." Harry said. "I'm not from here. This is not where I belong. I am not supposed to be married to Fleur Delacour. She's older then me. Way older."
"Harry, she's a month younger then you." Hermione said worried. "And she's dead remember."
"Listen Hermione. I have to go." Harry said quietly. He ran out of the ice cream shop and left Diagon Alley and apperated back to that house where he had waken up yesterday morning. He sat on the bed where he had sex with Fleur. He shook his head with the picture in his hand. "Why me?"
"Arry?" Fleur's voice said quietly. "Are you een 'ere?"
"Yeah Fleur." Harry said.
"I was thinking that maybe we could go out tonight." Fleur said. Her eyes sparkled from the sunlight that shone through the skylight. He looked into her eyes as they sparkled and all he saw was pure beauty. Something he hadn't seen in Ginny.
No. Focus Harry. Harry thought. "Well I've been thinking too Fleur." Harry said. "As nice as this house is I think it may be better if we found a flat or apartment somewhere in the city. Not out here in the country."
"Zat sounds wonderful." Fleur said. "But zen how would we pay rent?"
"Simple." Harry said. "We'd only need it for another month or so and then leave for Hogwarts." He pocketed the picture. "I have all that money at Gringots so that should be enough." She smiled at him and kissed his forehead. He took it as a yes. Several hours later Harry stood at the doorway waiting for Fleur to come down. They were off to see a movie. Some horror movie or something like that Harry figured. He was wearing the typical muggle outfit of a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. He knew how to dress like a muggle but he wasn't sure about Fleur. She walked down in a Playboy top and a short skirt. She smiled at him and put a pair of diamond earing's in as she looked carefully at the ring on her finger. "You look wonderful."
"Right back at you Arry." Fleur smiled. Harry took her hand and escorted her outside the door and she held onto his arm and they apperated to London. And they walked to a movie theater. Like Harry expected they bought tickets to some horror movie. Or what he thought was supposed to be a horror movie. One hour and a half later they walked out of the theater. "Zat was a horrible movie."
"You can say that again." Harry said. They walked through the streets and Harry wrapped his arm around her. She smiled at him. "What?"
"Nothing." Fleur said.
"Perhaps we should start looking for that apartment." Harry suggested. She nodded in agreement and they walked through the dark streets. Hours later they walked out of a rather large building with a key in Harry's pocket. The two apperated back to the large "estate" of a house and lay in bed side by side. Tomorrow morning they would leave this house and go to the apartment they had rented in London. Harry sighed and looked at the picture in his hands and looked back at Fleur laying beside him. He shook her shoulder softly. "Fleur? There's something I need to tell you."
"No sex now Arry." Fleur yawned.
"It's not about sex." Harry said. She sat up and looked at him. "Look at this picture Fleur." Fleur took the picture from his hand and looked at it. She giggled a little bit.
"I thought I didn't give you zis picture." Fleur said. It was a picture with Fleur in a tiny bikini sitting on the sand at the beach with her hair blowing in the wind. "I loved that bikini."
"What? No!" Harry exclaimed. He looked at the picture. It had changed. It wasn't what it was earlier this morning. It was different. Someone must've changed his pictures. He shook his head. "No."
"Just go back to sleep Arry." Fleur said. She drifted back off into her dream world. Harry shook his head.
"No." he whispered. The picture had changed. How could this have happened? It was impossible. Photos just can't change. Little did Harry know that since his history was being changed the photograph had also changed. He hated to think about it but it was possible. He couldn't face it. He couldn't face the facts.