Chapter Seven

With a burst of green flames, Harry stepped out of the fire place… and promptly fell flat on his face. Wincing painfully, he slowly got to his feet. Adjusting his glasses on his face, he looked around to see what he could of Fleur's apartment… and froze, not even moving when Tonks stepped out of the fire place behind him and also started staring.

Fleur had her hands on Hedwig's shoulders, and the veela was kissing the white-haired female passionately, moaning softly. Hedwig, while her body posture indicated she was shocked, she still had a blissful look of enjoyment on her face. The kiss lasted for a long two minutes before Fleur opened her eyes and saw Harry and Tonks standing there.

Instantly, Fleur and Hedwig jumped apart, Fleur's face flushing a brilliant red. She immediately started stammering at them in French. Harry shook his head to jolt himself out of his shock and hurried over to Fluer.

"Fleur!" he shouted at her. "Calm down! I can't understand you! You need to speak English." Fluer nodded her head and tried again.

"I am so sorry 'arry!" she exclaimed. "I don't know what 'appened! She came through and I just felt zis urge to kiss 'er. I didn't mean to kiss your girlfriend!"

"Fleur, relax." Harry said soothingly. "While I am grateful that you let her into your home without asking who she is, but you already know her. You were just kissing Hedwig."

Fleur blinked and looked at the two of them in confusion. Tonks's skin tingled as she felt Fluer lose control of her allure, but Harry either didn't notice or wasn't affected. He smiled and decided to fill her in.

"My guardians decided to be exceptionally violent one night." He explained. "Hedwig tried to protect me, and was seriously injured as a result. After that, I kinda lost control. I mean, Hedwig was my first friend! So even though I was pretty badly injured myself, I fought back. Maybe too much. I don't know if they are alive or dead."

Here, Harry paused to collect his thoughts, while Fleur looked at him in horror and awe. Horror in that Harry's guardians had tried to kill him, and awe in the fact that he had survived yet another attempt on his life. Hedwig merely looked down at the floor in shame, her failure to protect her master a bitter memory that wouldn't fade anytime soon.

"I was pretty sure the two of us were going to be arrested, either by the ministry or muggle police, so I set Hedwig on my bed to grab what I could before fleeing. I didn't expect us to get far with our injuries."

"I guess zat would explain your clothes?" Fleur asked with a giggle.

"Actually these are my normal clothes." Harry replied with a slight blush of shame. The giggling instantly stopped.

"While I was packing," Harry continued. "Hedwig started transforming. She turned into the female you see now, and hasn't turned back since. Considering she is… was… er… is, my familiar, and I'm pretty sure the two events were connected somehow, I don't know if she can magically turned back, or if she even wants to." Fleur looked at him sharply.

"Wait, you said she iz your familiar?"

"Yeah."

"You are sure of zis?"

"As sure as we can be without taking the ministry tests." Harry said, getting slightly annoyed. "Our connection matches the description what every book written on the subject I could find anyways."

Fleur took a step back, her facial expression cycling from one of shock, to awe, and finally, as sank to her knees and started sobbing, one of bitter sadness.

"Fleur!" Harry exclaimed, shocked at her sudden change of emotions, he hurried to her side and knelt down. "What's wrong?"

Fleur tried to reply, but her sobs made her already broken English impossible to understand. Harry looked desperately at Tonks for help, who instantly hit Fleur with a powerful cheering charm.

"Merci!" Fleur told Tonks after taking a few shuddering breaths.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked.

"'arry…" Fleur said slowly after a pause. "If you are right about 'edwig being your familiar… I can think of only one thing zat would cause 'er to change like zis after trying to protect each other regardless of your own lives… if I am right, then something wonderful and rare has occurred."

"What?" asked Harry and Hedwig together.

"I think the two of you formed a familiar soul bond."

Silence.

"A what?" asked Tonks at last.

"A familiar soul bond." Fleur repeated. "You have heard of soul bonds no?"

"Sure." Harry answered. "Professor Flitwick talked about them one year on Valentine's Day. They're really rare aren't they?"

"No 'arry." Fleur said. "Familiars are rare. At your age, even rarer. Soul bonds are even rarer zen zat. Zee last recorded soul bond on zee entire Earth was sixty years ago. Before Zat it had been two hundred years. Zat iz 'ow rare they are."

"And what's a familiar soul bond?" asked Harry. Fleur sighed bitterly.

"It iz a combination of the two. As you know, Familiars are a strong emotional attachment between a human and their… well… pet. A soul bond forms when two people whose souls form a perfect match, fall deep enough in love for zee souls to merge into one and zee bond to form. Please don't ask me 'ow zat process works, because it iz simply not known. There 'ave been too few of them to do a proper study, and zee two zat did form in recent history 'appened too quickly to study anyways. There is very little warning, and as you might imagine it's not often zat zee requirements are fully met." She stopped and they waited for her to continue.

"A familiar soul bond," Fleur continued. "Iz a combination of zee two. You 'ave the emotional bond of a familiar, as well as zee connection of two souls merged together from love."

"And how rare is this?" asked Tonks.

"Zee one and only recorded familiar soul bond in 'istory was made by Merlin."

"Merlin!" exclaimed Harry and Tonks together.

"Of course." Fleur said, "Why did you think Morgana's surname was le Fay?"

"You aren't saying that Morgana… Morgana was a fairy?" Tonks looked flabbergasted as she asked.

"Why are you so surprised?" Fleur asked. "Was 'e not zee world's greatest wizard, no?"

"But the two of them were mortal enemies at the end…" Harry said slowly. Fleur scowled angrily despite of the cheering charm.

"Leave it to zee British to lie about their own 'istory! They were on opposite sides of zee war, yes, but not to fight! They were trying to find a peace between Arthur and Lancelot, and as healers for the wounded soldiers after the battles. Once zee war was over, they disappeared into 'istory together." Harry's shoulders slumped.

"So you mean to tell me that this is just one more thing to set me apart from others?" Hedwig hissed angrily, but didn't say anything as she understood what Harry meant by it.

"Sorry Harry." Tonks said cheerfully. "It sure looks that way. Is there any way to check all this?" Fleur looked insulted.

"Please!" she exclaimed. "I am both French AND Veela! You think I do not know spells of love?" she pointed to her couch. "Sit!" harry scrambled to obey.

"Japanese wizards discovered long ago that when we are born, our fates are already tied to other people. They developed a spell that showed these connections, which reveal themselves as threads connecting those with tied fates. Over time, they refined zee spell so that only certain connections showed according to zee caster's wishes. I will use zee ones showing familiar and love connections."

Harry nodded and waited as Fleur pointed her wand at him and muttered a long spell under her breath. A pink beam lanced out and hit Harry in the chest. For several seconds, nothing happened, then from the ring finger of his left hand, numerous multi-colored immaterial threads appeared, branching off in several directions, most of them heading north-west to England.

"What do the various colors mean?" asked Tonks with amusement.

"Let us start with zee ones going to 'edwig, since they explain most of the others." Fleur said pointing to the three twisted together strings connecting Harry's left hand and Hedwig's left hand.

"The gold string iz their familiar connection, so you were right about that part 'arry. Zee red string is their soul bond, so zat... that… pretty much confirms my theory, no?"

"And the blue string?" asked Tonks with an arched eyebrow. Fleur was silent for a second.

"Sexual attraction." She said at last. "It iz what most relationships are based off of, so I am not surprised to see it. Zee darker zee blue, zee stronger zee attraction." Harry instantly blushed, as he had several navy blue threads trailing from his finger.

While five trailed away to the north-west, two additional navy-blue threads stayed in the apartment. Fleur was a delicate shade of pink as she looked at the thread tied tightly around her ring finger. Tonks decided to tease him about the tread tied around her finger.

"So tell me Harry." She said in a sweet voice. "What part of me are you lusting over? My ass or my tits?" Harry flushed even more, and then felt his Gryffindor courage perk up.

"Both actually." He replied, making Hedwig burst out giggling. "I'm trying to figure out a spell that will rip off all your clothes, but no luck so far." Tonks grinned.

"For how long?" she asked simply.

"I've always been attracted, but it really settled in earlier today at Gringotts, when I saw your true form." Tonks arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything else.

"And me?" Fleur asked softly.

"Honestly?" Harry said. "The night our names came out of the goblet. Sure, I was annoyed at the time, but when you called me a 'little boy,' you were, and have, been the only person to actually look at who I am, not as Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived."

Fleur blinked in surprise, and Tonks smiled. She knew that had been a problem with Harry ever since he joined the wizarding world, and she was pleased that he was able to see when people weren't blinded by his fame. She arched an eyebrow when she felt Fleur release her allure slowly, watching Harry for a reaction. She smirked at the spark of hope in Fleur's eyes when Harry didn't react, still examining the strings with interest.

"So what do the white strings represent?" Harry asked, pointing to the two going to England.

"Love of family." Fleur said with a smile. "Who in England do you count as family?"

Harry opened his mouth to say the Weasleys, and then stopped. While he still had strong feelings for them, Ron's actions over the years had cooled things. So who else was he really close to? It took him a couple of minutes of deep thinking with the three girls talking amongst themselves for him to come to an answer.

"Hermione." He said suddenly making the girls stop and look at him.

"What was that?" Tonks asked.

"I think one of the family strings goes to Hermione." Harry said with a look of understanding crossing his face. "She is my third oldest friend in this world, yet I have never really had a romantic interest in her. I think it's because I have always thought of her as a sister. Hence, one of the white strings. I still don't know who the second one could belong to."

"Aww!" Tonks cooed. "See? You had family all along, you just didn't see it."

"Oh hush." Harry said as Hedwig giggled. "Like Hermione said once, we boys have the emotional range of a teaspoon and the emotional comprehension to match. Why shouldn't it make sense that it took me almost seven years to realize it?"

"I'm impressed Harry," Tonks said. "That was pretty mature for a guy."

"Oh hush." Harry repeated. He held up his left hand, the gold glittering under the soft glow given out by the threads tied to it. "Are we done?"

"Oui, we are done." Fleur said lifting her wand to release the spell.

She froze as she watched a red thread slowly shimmer into view, flutter around her finger a few times, then suddenly fastened itself to her finger with an elegant knot while twisting tightly together with the blue string. She glanced up at Tonks who was back to teasing Harry and Hedwig, and saw the same thing happen to her. Fleur's mouth parted slightly as she felt something edge into her mind. She knew the impossible had happened: Harry had formed a soul bond with her and Tonks. She looked back at Tonks and saw no change in posture to indicate she knew anything changed, so she quickly waved her wand and the strings faded away. How could this have happened so quickly? Were their souls so perfectly matched that the mere acknowledgment of his attraction to them allowed the bond to form? Tonks she knew had been in love with Harry since she had first met the newborn Harry as a little girl. And with her…

"But wait," Harry said suddenly, making Fleur's already rapidly beating heart started beating painfully fast. Had he seen the strings before she had released the spell? "Why would any of this explain why you felt the need to kiss Hedwig?"

"And what a kiss!" Tonks chimed in.

Fleur blushed, torn between relief in knowing that they hadn't seen and felt what she did, and annoyed that she would have to respond.

"It iz zee soul bond." She explained. "Both of you have some of the other's soul mixed in with your soul, as it iz the nature of zee bond, no? I wasn't expecting that so when 'edwig came through, my instinct must 'ave completely taken over… and… umm…"

"You would have shagged her if we hadn't come through." Tonks said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Silence you!" Fleur exclaimed, turned beet red and burying her face in her hands. Hedwig giggled at the thought (and at Tonks's lewd body movements) giving Fleur the chance to recover.

Forcing a smile onto her face, Fleur stood up and headed to her kitchen.

"You must be 'ungry, no?" she asked her three quests.

"Do you have bacon?" Hedwig immediately asked, and then looked around in confusion as everyone burst into laughter. All the stress from the past twenty-four hours seemed to spill out all at once and disappear.

"I guess one thing will always stay the same." Tonks said struggling to not laugh long enough to talk. "And that fact is that Hedwig will always love bacon regardless of what form she is in."

"Oui." Fleur said with a genuine smile. "I have some. I'll go make some now." Hedwig clapped happily and everyone burst out laughing again.

~ Birds Of A Feather ~

Late that night, Fleur sat on her couch staring into a long gone cold cup of coffee. Her mind, which normally would have rivaled Hermione in terms of organization, was running a hundred miles a minute, something that hadn't happened since the last task of the Triwizard Tournament. Once again, it was for the same reason: Harry Potter. Her hands tightened around the cup and the coffee was suddenly boiling.

"You know…" a female voice said from the doorway. "That's a good way to make the cup shatter and hurt yourself." Fleur turned her head and saw Tonks standing there.

"Can't sleep?" Tonks asked and Fleur shook her head.

"Oui," Fleur answered. "My 'ead won't let me."

"Ah, thinking about your bond with Harry and how to act on it?" Fleur gaped at her.

"How did you…?" she asked weakly, while Tonks moved towards her and sat down.

"Simple." She said softly. "You know what I am right?" Fluer's gaze flicked from her to the doorway Tonks had just left. "Relax, Harry is still in bed, though he might be shocked when he wakes up. Hedwig crawled into his bed. Now, answer the question." Fleur chuckled weakly.

"Oui..." she said softly. "I know what you are."

"Then you should know I can sense the bonds between people. Not what kind of bond specifically, but I can sense it nevertheless."

"Does that mean…?"

"Yes. I know of the bond when it formed between me and Harry. I am choosing to ignore it in favor of Remus."

"You would ignore a…?"

"Yes! You know my focus is on a different aspect of love, and Remus has that in spades. I highly doubt that Harry would even begin to compete. Still, why are you so fixated on Harry? Soul bonds don't form on a one way street."

"I am not fixated!" Fleur protested, and then hung her head shyly. "It iz my veela nature. Many do not realize it, but each veela's allure is unique, so we look for a mate who can resist it. We don't hope to find someone who iz completely immune. If there iz enough veela, anyone would be overwhelmed by it. It iz why our villages are off limits to outsiders. Yet, if we find that one person, we can only that their magic meshes with us, to form that perfect match. It doesn't happen often, but when it does…"

"What?" Tonks asked. "What happens?"

"Our allure attaches to their magic, and we become almost addicted to them. It iz a Veela magic based bond. Some might call it slavery, but we care not, for the love that grows out of such unions… they are what the great romantic stories are based off of."

"Oui… and yet, no." Fleur hesitated, struggling with her accent, and then carefully set her cup down on the coffee table. "When I first met 'arry, I must admit, 'e didn't impress me much. Y-yes, 'e was able to resist the allure much better than most, but that was his only redeeming quality at the time. I am sorry to say that I left a 'orrible first impression. The night of the drawing of the names, I called 'im a "little boy" and did all I could to act like I considered him lower then the slime that forms in a puddle of water."

Tonks burst out laughing, which she quickly controlled.

"Oh Fleur!" she exclaimed. "No wonder he's attracted to you!"

"What do you mean?"

"Harry hates his fame. You didn't treat him as Harry Potter, you treated him as the fourteen year-old rule breaker that he was. If he hadn't been in shock, and had the self confidence that he does now, he probably would have grabbed you and snogged you right then and there, other people in the room be damned." She stopped and looked thoughtful. "Then again, you most likely would have written that off to the allure and not true attraction…"

"You would be right." Fleur said with a soft laugh. "If you could sense magic like a veela could, you would know what I am talking about. 'arry's magical aura…" she paused and shivered hard with pleasure, barely repressing a moan though she longed to do so. "It iz intoxicating. When I first meet 'im, it was strong, I could feel it surround me. It iz… more so? Now. 'owever, there was a darkness about 'im that pushed me away. After zee third task 'owever, zee darkness vanished, and I could revel in 'is aura, but by that time..."

"You were with Bill Weasley."

"Oui.. he too could resist the allure, not as well as 'arry, certainly not as well as he resisted it tonight, but well enough. Enough I could be very 'appy with 'im. And for two years, I was."

"What happened?" came Harry's voice from the doorway, making the two girls jump. "I had been wondering why I didn't see Bill here."

Fleur blushed.

"'ow long were you standing there?" she asked softly.

"Long enough to make a few things a lot clearer about my fourth year." He replied, ignoring Tonks's sudden arching of her eyebrow. "So what happened? Where's Bill?"

Fleur hesitated, biting her lower lip, thinking hard. Making up her mind, she stood up and gripped the hem of her shirt. In a single fluid movement, she pulled off her top and tossed it onto the couch. Her heart beating rapidly, she held still while Harry's (he was a guy after all) gaze lingered on her blue lace clad breasts, before moving down to her taunt stomach. His eyes widened. Her stomach, while so well defined that it would have made any super model jealous, was criss-crossed with dozens of scars.

"Fleur!" Harry exclaimed. "What happened?" Fluer paused before answering.

"It was zee full moon, 'is first since 'is attack no? 'e was so worried so… I… umm…"

"Oooo!" Tonks exclaimed. "You were letting him munch the carpet?"

Fleur blushed a bright red, while Harry arched an eyebrow.

"'e always wanted to, so I let 'im. Then zee moon rose and…"

"He changed?" Harry asked sharply, stiffening his back.

"No!" Fleur exclaimed. "Greyback was not changed when 'e attacked Bill, so 'e iz spared that. But… 'e wasn't spared from everything. When zee moon rose… 'e became violent. 'is tender caresses suddenly dug into my skin, tearing it open. My blood soaked zee bed, and he would have torn me completely open if I 'ad not been able to grab my wand and blast him off. Zee damage was done though. These scars will never fade." She hung her head. "I am sorry."

"For what?" Harry asked.

"For not being perfect." Fleur answered in a small voice. Harry walked over and stood right in front of Fluer, who took in a shuddering breath.

"Perfection is a point of view." He told her gently, fighting back the urge to caress her stomach. "So what are you feeling now?"

Fleur's breathing was coming fast and shallow, and her eyes flicked up to lock on Harry's lips less then a foot away from her own. She suddenly realized that Harry was now just as tall as she was.

"I can no longer sense zee darkness around you." She said softly in a husky voice. "And your magical aura… I knew it was you before you even came out of zee tunnel at zee bank, I could feel it sweep over me like a warm blanket on a cold day." She closed her eyes. "I feel like it's on zee verge of driving me crazy…" She fought back another moan, and reluctantly took a step back.

"I can't 'arry. I want to, but I need to talk to my matriarch first. When I do, I will be able to tell you more." She smiled sheepishly, and her breathing hitched for a second when Harry closed the distance and hugged her.

"Take all the time you need." He said softly into her ear, making her shiver.

"Thank you 'arry." She said, acutely aware that she was still standing there in a very thin lace bra.

"You didn't finish your story." Tonks said. "What happened after you got Bill off of you?"

"'e immediately tried to attack me again, so I had to 'it 'im with a stunner."

"Then what?" asked Harry.

"I did not let 'im wake up till zee full moon was over. Zee first thing that 'e asked was what had happened. I tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, but these wounds… they are cursed enough that magic cannot 'eal them. 'e soon saw zee blood and forced me to tell zee truth. 'e… 'e broke up with me then and there, and I 'ave not seen or 'eard from 'im since." She looked at Tonks, the unspoken question clear in her eyes.

"No Fleur." Tonks answered. "We all thought he was here in France with you. I have no idea what I am going to tell Molly."

Harry groaned, the screaming of an irate Mrs. Weasley already echoing through his mind. Regardless, he tried and failed to stifle a yawn, before glancing at his watch to note the time.

"I think we all need to go back to bed." Tonks said with a chuckle.

"Oui." Fleur said. "Why did you two get up for anyways?"

"I just wanted to get a drink." Tonks answered.

"Umm…" Harry stammered. "Hedwig has wandering hands when she sleeps. I was going to crash on the couch." Both girls laughed.

"'arry… zee couch is my bed for now. Tonks iz sleeping in my bed and you are sleeping in my guest bed. So what you are saying iz that you wish to sleep with me no?" Harry flushed a bright red.

"N-no!" he stammered out. "Maybe I'll just sleep on the floor of Tonks's room." Tonks laughed even harder.

"I guess you didn't know." She said. "I always sleep in the nude." She parted the bathrobe she was wearing enough to show that she really was nude beneath it. "Plus when my hands wander, they DON'T stop until they get what they want." Harry blushed even more at her wink.

"I think I'll just sleep in the tub…" he muttered.

"What?" said Tonks. "And be molested by everyone who goes in there?"

"Argh!" Harry exclaimed, throwing up his arms and vanished back into the room he was sharing.

Chuckling merrily, the two girls went back to their respective beds although a pair of dark blue eyes stared up at the ceiling long into the night. Thus ended one of the strangest, and longest, days of Harry's life.

~ Birds Of A Feather ~

Dumbledore's former office was in ruins.

When Lily had woken up, the first thing she saw was Dumbledore's portrait watching her. She had no idea how a portrait could have eyes that twinkle, but it was enough to drive her over the edge into a towering rage. Not knowing that her son had done the same almost two years previously, she started grabbing every decoration that wasn't charmed down and started hurling them around the room. When she ran out of those, she started tossing the hundreds of books out of the bookcases, her anger far from satisfied. She only stopped when she ran out of breath, her dust covered naked body dropping into a chair whose cushion was shredded to ribbons. A few tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Are you done yet destroying my office yet?" Dumbledore asked her kindly. Lily saw red.

"No I'm not you miserable old braggart!" she yelled. Grabbing a heavy tome, she hurled it at Dumbledore's portrait. The book hit the painting's frame, which, to her surprise, fell off the wall, revealing a large hidden compartment. Ignoring Dumbledore's angry protests, Lily got up and walked over to investigate. What she found sickened her.

Dumbledore, it seemed, had spent the past sixteen years following every aspect of Harry and Neville's lives. Like a typical stalker, he had collected items that had been important in both boys' lives. Items like a broken Rememberball and part of a broom handle that said Nimbus 2000 filled the space. Another alarming thing she discovered was a thick parchment packet that detailed Dumbledore's efforts to control who Harry was friends with and an unsigned marriage contract between her Harry and a Ginny Weasley. The next thing that attracted her attention was a long oak box in the back. Opening it, her eyes suddenly blazed with a renewed fury as she saw her and James's wands laying in it.

"You still have our wands?" asked Lily down to Dumbledore's portrait on the floor, her body shaking with fury. "You had them all this time and NOT told Harry? According to a law dating back to the time of Merlin, he was supposed to get them when he turned eleven you manipulative old fool! What else have you not done?" Grabbing her wand, she aimed it at the portrait. She swore that she saw him pale a little.

"It was for the Greater Good." He said feebly.

"The Greater Good?!" Lily exploded. "Is that what you have been using to justify all your actions? Dumbledore! You fought Grindwald because he said the same thing!"

Dumbledore fidgeted and Lily quickly fired a spell at him to prevent him from leaving his portrait.

"I didn't really want to fight him." Dumbledore said tiredly. "But the international community eventually forced me to confront him. I hated that fight, as I have hated all fights since then."

"Let me guess." Lily said coldly. "You haven't been letting the Order and others from using more permanent solutions against the Death Eaters?"

"Good heavens no! You can't reform a dead Death Eater. I am truly saddened by the deaths that have happened so far."

"Dumbledore!" Lily cried. "Enough is enough! Half of the Order was killed in the last war because they used non-lethal spells till it was too late. How many were you going to let die this time around? When will you realize that not everyone can be redeemed?"

"But Severus…"

"Severus betrayed us! Betrayed ME! In some ways, he us more responsible for our deaths then Pettigrew is! Do you honestly believe that if Harry had died as Voldemort (in Hogsmead, two Death Eaters tried to apparate to the person who uttered the taboo name, but died when they collided with Hogwart's wards) had planned, do you think Severus would have stayed loyal?"

Dumbledore's silence was all the answer she needed.

"You disgust me." Lily said coldly. "You're lucky I don't set fire to your portrait." Instead she put her bare foot on his face and twisted it hard, smearing the paint.

"Really now!" Dumbledore protested, his long nose now a smeared mess. "There is no need for such childish antics!"

Lily fixed him with a gaze cold enough to have made even Voldemort flinch away. "It's not too late to burn you to an ash you know."

She crouched down and buried the tip of her wand into the canvas.

"Now…" she said slowly. "You are going to tell me everything that you have done."

A/N: Well it has been a long time since the last update, but I certainly hope to pick up the pace soon. I know a few of you have been complaining about the update speed, and I have been trying to figure out if I could work out a post schedule, but every time I try and get settled into a grove, real life decided to poke its head up and say "oh look! Thinks are going good for 3173! Let's go mess it up!" Writing is not the problem, I am well into chapter 12 (loving where this story is going) but it is finding the time to type it up that is the problem. Hopefully I will be able to get a lot of work done over the next two weeks.

As for this chapter… at long last we have found out why Hedwig changed into a human being, as well as who the others in Harry's circle of loves is gonna be… or have we? I can't tell you everything this early on. Plenty of mysteries left to solve and to be told still!

Now, when you lovely people leave you reviews, please tell me how you guys think I did with Fluer's accent. Too much? Too little? Did I forget words that are usually affected by her accent? Let me know, as well as tell me what you generally thought of the chapter.

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