Harry Potter: Gunblade's Fury

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any Final Fantasy characters. I give due praise to the geniuses who came up with them namely JK Rowling and SquareSoft/SquareEnix.

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Chapter 1

Harry woke up before dawn, exhausted and sweating, he cursed mildly. It has been the same for the past week since the tragedy of the Tri-Wizard Cup. The death of Cedric Diggory kept playing over and over in his nightmares. If it hadn't been for his friends giving him hope and strength to strive harder and seek justice, he would have already sunk deep into his guilt and self-pity. 'Oh right, I mustn't forget the one who gives me the most hope' he thought as his mind wandered backed to the end of this school term.

Flashback

He absolutely hated this, people kept staring at him, some giving him looks of pity, others of disbelief and contempt. It has only been a day since the tragedy and as usual, the whole school already knows what occurred or rather what has been blown up by the rumors.

He walked to a secluded spot by the lake where he always goes to think or calm himself, the exact same spot that where his parents "spot" during their days at Hogwarts. As he sat down, still deep in thought, he failed to notice a figure a few feet in front of him. "Oh, 'Arry!" he immediately recognized the distressed voiced with a French accent. "Oh…er…Hi, Fleur…" he lamely greeted.

"How are you? Is everything alright?" she said, her voice full of concern and an emotion Harry couldn't quite identify. "I'm fine. Everything is just…fine…" his voice slightly cracking up, he couldn't take it anymore, he would burst with anger, guilt, and sadness. Fleur sat beside him and to his surprise, hugged him tenderly and amazingly, it had a calming effect on him.

"Please don't bottle up your emotions 'Arry. I heard the rumors and I know they're not true. Do not blame yourself for what happened." Fleur soothingly whispered to him. "How can I not blame myself…He was after me…Voldemort was…always will be after me. He will not stop until he kills me, he will do everything, even kill everyone in his way. IT IS MY FAULT CEDRIC IS DEAD!" he shouted, his voice full of anguish, a single tear falls down his cheek. He wanted to run, jump into the lake, and drown himself.

Before he could explode, Fleur once again wrapped her arms around him and then gently kiss him fully on his lips. He stiffened as he was shocked by her actions but once again it had a calming effect on him, and after a few moments he responded, kissing her back. As they parted, Fleur blurted. "I love you 'Arry!" she blushed but continued before her courage died down, "Even before we came to Hogwarts, I felt a strange emotion for you and it was during our stay here…during the Tasks…and when you saved Gabrielle, it became full blown." She finished and was now looking at her feet, readying herself for rejection.

"Fleur…I…What…Oh the hell with it…" he exclaimed as he tilted her chin up and kissed her once more.

End Flashback

After that they spent the remaining day getting to know each other more and pouring their hearts out to each other. Harry pushed any doubts in his mind that all he was feeling was an effect of the veela charm since it was already proven earlier in the school term that he is immune to it. His reverie was cut short as a soft tapping sound was heard from the window. He let Hedwig in together with Pig and another snow owl with blue streaked tail feathers.

"Hi girl, had a good hunt?" he asked. Hedwig gave him an affectionate hoot and gently nibbled his finger. Pig, as always, is hyperactively flying about, getting his attention to retrieve a letter he was carrying. Harry took the letters and a small package from the unknown owl. He opened the letter first since he really was waiting to hear from his friends.

Dear Harry,

How are you, mate? I know the few days had been hard for you and we just want you to know that we care about you and always know that we are here for you. You're already family to us. Anyway, enough about that, Dad and Mum are working for a way to get you from those horrible muggles and spend the rest of the summer here. Dad expects that we will be able to get you soon. If there is anything you need until then, just owl us.

See you soon mate.

Ron.

PS We're not at the burrow right now and I can't exactly tell you where since I'm not sure myself. Hermione is here as well, the next part will be her.

Dear Harry,

I'm so worried about you, how are you holding up? Please owl us soon. I'm always here if you need anyone to talk to. We miss you and hope to see you soon. Sorry for the short letter, we couldn't tell you much even if we want to for security reasons.

Love Hermione

He couldn't believe it, his anger slowly rising. I have been cooped up here, having nightmares for the past week and all they can send him are very short letters. Fuming, he threw the letter to his desk. He counted up to ten to calm himself before opening the small package. His anger was abated as he pulled out an ornate silver frame with a photo of him and Fleur taken at their "spot" by the lake. He gently placed it in his trunk on top of his robes. He surely doesn't want Dudley to mess with it and the only place that he and the Dursleys wouldn't dare open are his things connected with the magic world such as his trunk.

He then read the note that was at the bottom of the package.

Dear Harry,

It has only been a week and I have been terribly missing you ever since I came back home. I hope you will love my advanced present for your birthday although I wish it was really me there with you and not just a picture. Also I have good news for you, I will be coming back to London, hopefully sooner. I have taken the part-time job at Gringotts. It's a small stepping stone but what I really want is to be with you sooner. Please owl me and tell me what you've been up to. I wish I would be able to come and get you away from those muggles, I can't even bear to think how they are currently treating you.

Jet'aime, my beloved.

Lovingly,

Fleur

Harry immediately got a scroll and wrote a reply, he also terribly misses her right now and to assure her that he is perfectly fine. Surprisingly, the "muggles" haven't been treating him bad but they haven't been nice to him either. He immediately attached the letter to Fleur's owl and sent it on his way. He also wrote a reply to Ron and Hermione albeit he grudgingly made them short.

As the sun was slowly rising, he got off his bed and prepared for the day ahead, his first chore, as always, was to cook breakfast for the Dursleys.

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After an exhausting day, he laid down on his bed, not even bothering to change into his pajamas. As he slowly succumbs to sleep, his scar begin to give a faint, white glow and then a bright flash filled his room and then he was gone.

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A/N: Please read and review, no flames please, this is the my first attempt to write a story excluding all those essays and short stories they made us do in school. This is my very first fanfic. Also, do you think that the characters are portrayed fine? I mean I hope they're not a bit out-of-character.