A/N: Chapter 15 is here, everyone!
I want to apologize for not updating in 5 months. Writers block, College/ Future, along with work, got in the way of me writing anything. WARNING: Lemon scene in this chapter!
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Guest: Yeah, looking back on my first few chapters, I wrote some stuff that I want to go back and change, like having Harry and Fleur sleeping in the same bed at the beginning. My first story and I hate my early chapters because I did not take the time to write correctly (I still find myself doing that).
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The Guardian
Chapter 15: Christmas Break
18 December 1995
Harry and Fleur walk hand-in-hand down the platform to the train to take them back to London for Christmas break. Ron, Hermione, and Neville walked a step behind the couple as the group bordered the train and found an empty compartment near the back. After putting their luggage away, the friend group settled down for the long trip back to muggle civilization. Harry and Fleur sat down on one side, with Fleur sitting on Harry's lap, her legs spread across the rest of the seat, while the other three sat down on the opposite side.
Ron turned to Harry, "I have to ask mate, were you going to kill Smith?"
Harry shook his head, "No, I was not going to kill him. No matter what he said or did, I would not be able to do it. Erasing his memory of the D.A. was the best course I had."
"Good riddance then." Hermione nodded in agreement, "He was starting to become a big risk factor."
Neville sighed, "I still do not understand why he behaved like that. You are teaching us how to defend ourselves from the evils of this world."
"Some people cannot be touc' w'en it comes to ze subject of Voldemort returning," Fleur spoke up, shaking her head slightly. When she said this, Serpico hissed in agreement while Hedwig barked barely.
The group chuckled lightly at the familiar's assumed agreement with Fleur's statement. Then, the whistle sounded, along with a slight jerk as the train started to move out of the station. As the train gathered speed, the group settled into a comfortable silence, with Harry closing his eyes for a quick nap. Fleur noticed that Harry was asleep; she giggled and kissed the top of his head before turning her attention to their friends. She saw that Ron and Neville had fallen asleep as well while Hermione was reading a book.
" 'Ermoine?" Fleur called quietly.
Hermione looked up from the book that she was reading and acknowledged the French witch, "Yes?"
Fleur hesitated for a second, "I do not 'ave a c'ristmas present for 'Arry as I could not zink of a good gift for 'im. Do you 'ave any ideas on w'at 'e mig't want?" Fleur hated not having a present for Harry yet, but any gifts she had looked at did not work.
Hermione hummed in thought for a minute, "What about a quidditch broom service kit? Harry loves flying."
Fleur shook her head, "I zoug't zat too, but 'Arry does not play quidditc' anymore."
Hermione nodded in understanding, "Okay, how about something like a watch or a ring?" That caused Fleur to giggle, and Hermione huffed playfully, "What?"
"Nozzing, but is not ze man's job to give ze girl a ring, not ze ozzer way around?" Fleur asked, mirth dancing on her features.
"That is not what I meant," Hermione rolled her eyes, "Harry does not have many if any nice possessions, so something like a nice watch or ring would work as he has shown some interest in that kind of thing," The bushy-haired witch explained.
Fleur smiled at Hermione, "Zank you 'Ermione. I 'ope zat I will be able to find a great gift for 'Arry."
Hermione chuckled, "You will be fine." With that, she turned her attention back to her book while Fleur snuggled back into Harry's arms and thought of some gifts for her boyfriend.
The train ride, for the most part, was pretty quiet as the three males slept. No one interrupted them, not even Malfoy, although Fleur saw the blonde git stop in front of the compartment. Draco looked like he wanted to start something but thought otherwise when he saw Fleur giving him a piercing glare. Once he saw that look, Malfoy ran away quickly while Fleur gave a triumphant huff.
A little more than halfway through the trip, the old lady with the candy cart started making her rounds. When she got to their compartment, Ron and Neville, who had awoken a minute before, got some treats for the group of friends. As everyone besides Harry was eating some of the sweets, the raven-haired wizard slowly opened his eyes with a slight yawn.
"Well, good morning, sleeping beauty," Greeted Neville with a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah," Harry waved off playfully, "Got any candy for me?" Fleur handed him a bar of chocolate which he took gratefully.
For the rest of the trip, the friend group sat in relative silence, only interrupted by a few conversations. Then, finally, when the train pulled into King's Crossing, it was becoming late afternoon by the growing soft orange glow of the sun on the buildings. As the friend group stepped out onto the platform, Harry immediately saw Remus Lupin standing near one of the station columns. With him was Moody, Tonks, and right next to Remus; on his left was Sirius in his animagus form with Appoline and Gabrielle.
"How was the term Harry?" Remus asked with a soft smile.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Oh, about as great as ever with teachers trying to silence me." Fleur squeezed his hand, "What are you doing here? I thought that we would be going to France right after we arrived?"
Tonks chuckled, "So you want some alone time with your French beauty? I mean, if I were you, I would very much want some alone time with her?" She then sent a wink his way, which caused him to blush, and chuckles from the others could be heard.
"Oh, very funny, Tonks," Harry sarcastically said with a blush
Appoline stepped forward and hugged Fleur, "I am 'appy to see you, Fleur, you too 'Arry." She then turned and pulled Harry into a hug that caused him to tense up for a second before relaxing.
"It's good to see you too, Mrs. Delacour," Harry greeted after being released from the hug.
Moody limped forward, "Come on, greetings are over. We need to get going. Everyone knows the plan, correct?" Everyone besides Harry and Fleur nodded, "Good, let's go."
Moody then apparated away with Remus and Sirius as Appoline took Gabrielle. Tonks walked forward and grabbed the couple by their shoulders, and told them to hold on. Harry then felt pulled through a very tight tub, and the trio apparated away from King's Crossing.
The couple, along with Tonks, landed in front of Number 12. Once Harry's feet hit the ground, he lost his balance and was about to fall over if it was not for Tonks holding him up by the shoulders. They then walked up and into the house as everyone else was already inside.
Harry stopped and hugged Sirius, who had changed out of his animagus form, "Sirius!"
Sirius laughed as he embraced his godson, "How was the semester, Harry?"
Pulling away from the hug, "It was… an experience, to say the least, " Harry answered with a half-smile, "So, why did you bring me here? I thought I was going to spend Christmas break in France?"
Appoline stepped forward, answering, "You are, 'owever, we needed to seem like you are staying in Britain for ze break."
"Oh," Harry nodded, "So, when do we head out then?"
Appoline chuckled, "We will be leaving in a few minutes."
Sirius grabbed Harry by the shoulder, leading him away from the group. He led Harry to an empty room that had a large portrait of the Black Family Tree. Harry gazed at the tree for a minute, taking notice of the burn marks on certain parts of the picture, which made him wonder what had happened.
"So, now that we are away from the crowd. What happened at school?" Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry sighed, "Well, let's just say that I had a few rows with our new Defense teacher."
"Who would that be? Severus?"
"No," Harry shook his head, "Umbridge, the Under Secretary for Fudge. She was appointed to try and get me under control about Voldemort being back. I already have had detention with her."
Sirius narrowed his eyes, "What did she make you do?"
Harry closed his eyes, raising his hands so that the back of them faced his godfather. Sirius got closer to see the line 'I must not tell lies' and 'I must not love creatures.' Sirius started to growl as anger was boiling up from the thought of someone torturing his godson.
"How did she do this?" Sirius bit out in anger.
"Blood Quils, that is how she made these lines appear," Harry answered with an emotionless tone.
Pinching his nose in frustration, Sirius started to pace back and forth, "Have you told Dumbledore about this?"
Harry nodded, "Him, McGonagall, and Amelia Bones know about the Quills and scars."
Sighing, Sirius grabbed Harry by the shoulders, looking him in the eye, "Harry, please be careful around that woman. If she is capable of doing this, we do not know what else she could do."
Harry nodded, "Alright, Sirius. I'll be careful around her." He decided not to tell him about Umbridge using the unforgivable on him as that might cause Sirius to do something that would lead to him getting caught.
Sirius nodded in satisfaction before leading him back to the main room, where Fleur spoke to her mother and sister while Remus and Tonks were on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall. Moody was nowhere to be found. Once the two of them made their way into the room, Appoline smiled and stepped forward.
"Are you ready 'Arry?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded before noticing that he did not have his luggage with him, "Where is my bag?"
Remus spoke up, "We had the Delacour's house-elf take all of your luggage to their home when we were at the station."
Harry nodded in understanding before turning to Appoline, "Alright, I am ready."
Appoline walked over to him with Fleur and Gabrielle in tow and placed her left hand on his shoulder while her right went on Fleur's. Gabrielle grabbed ahold of Harry's waist.
"Take care and behave yourself, Harry. Don't go sneaking into Fleur's room when nobody's around!" Sirius called out with a big grin on his face.
"Shut up!" Harry yelled out in embarrassment. A second later, he felt the sensation of being pulled through a tube as the group disappeared with a loud crack.
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Harry felt his feet hit the ground, and again, the only reason he was still standing was Appoline, who had kept him upright. Once he got his bearings, Harry gazed upon the house that was the Delacour Villa. The two-story home had a white and blue color scheme with a mixture of modern and old-style architecture. Appoline and Gabrielle started up the walkway to the front door with Fleur and Harry not far behind. Walking in, Harry saw the same mixture of old and new structure styles with a spacious living room with a large tv and entertainment system.
Looking to the right, Harry saw a long hallway that led to several rooms with a staircase leading to the upstairs area and one leading to a downstairs area. Looking to the left was the dining room and a large door that led to the back patio. Then, sounds of footsteps caught Harry's attention as Jean came down the stairs dressed in robes that resembled the robes that Ministry works back in Britain wore.
"Bonjour, Harry," Jean greeted with a smile, "Welcome to our home."
Harry stepped forward with an outstretched arm, "Hello Jean, thanks for having me over." Jean chuckled and grasped Harry's hand for a firm handshake.
Harry glanced around, spotting a shelf of Vynals and CDs along with a record/compact disc player that was right next to the tv, "I thought wizards avoided muggle technology?" He asked, turning to Jean and Appoline.
Appoline let out a musical chuckle, "Maybe in Britain, but we do not limit ourselves to our wizarding culture only." She walked over to the shelf of Vynals and grabbed a record, handing it to Harry.
Looking down at the record, Harry saw a woman from the mouth down to her stomach. She was wearing a black dress with a shallow cut of the chest area, allowing her cleavage to be shown. Then, he saw a snake lying across her right shoulder with its head right in between the woman's breasts. Finally, Harry saw the band name and album name on the upper left side of the cover.
"Whitesnake?" Harry questioned with a faint blush as the picture depicted reminded him of the mornings he found himself in that position with Fleur.
Appoline nodded happily, "I love zis band!"
Fleur looked over his shoulders, and an evil grin spread across her lips, "Zat snake reminds me of you, 'Arry. Because your 'ead is always buried in my cleavage."
Harry's blush deepened and sent a glare to Fleur, who still had an evil grin. Appoline giggled with a mischievous smile on her face while Jean rose an eyebrow at his eldest's statement. Gabrielle, who was still attached to Harry, knew what they were talking about was giggling along with her mother.
"Anyway," Harry coughed, trying to suppress the blush, "You like Rock music, Appoline?"
"Yes, I'm ze one w'o loves Rock and Metal side of music w'ile my 'usband likes ze more Classical side," Appoline explained with a nod of her head.
Harry handed the album back to Appoline as they all sat down on the couches and chairs. Gabrielle sat down on Harry's lap, giving Fleur a triumphant smile as the older sister rolled her eyes. Appoline and Jean smiled at the interaction between the three of them as they were happy that Gabrielle got over her crush, now seeing Harry as a pseudo-older brother. Then, Serpico decided to make her appearance, slithering down to Gabrielle, where the snake nuzzled the young girl, making her giggle.
"So, I want to ask if the semester has been well, but considering what little we saw from The Prophet, I don't think so," Jean stated with a weak smile.
Harry snorted despite himself, "That is an understatement for sure."
"W'ile it 'as not been great, zere are a few zings zat 'ave gone over well. For example, 'Arry started teac'ing a defense club," Fleur said with a proud smile.
"A defense club?" Questioned Jean.
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "Our defense teacher is a joke, so Fleur and my friends gathered up a small group of people who wanted to learn actual defense and offense. They elected me the teacher; however, I do have Fleur as my second-in-command to make sure I am teaching properly."
"W'at are you teac'ing zem, 'Arry?" Asked Appoline with a curious look.
"Anything I can that has to do with defense and offense. Having the students train to get their shields as strong as they can. Along with having them work on their spell work and speed," Harry explained.
"It seems like you are becoming like Fleur, a teacher, and from what I can tell, a pretty good one at that," Jean complemented with a smile.
Fleur agreed with that, " 'E 'as come a long way. 'Arry mig't be teac'ing ze group of students, but I am still training 'im along wiz 'elping wiz 'is ability."
Appoline and Jean were confused by Fleur's statement, "W'at ability are you talking about, Fleur?" Appoline questioned.
Harry stiffened at the question, which Gabrielle noticed and looked at him with a worried face. Fleur could feel Harry tense up and know why; he was scared of telling her family about his ability. She could understand that Harry was nervous about telling anyone that was not very close to him. On the other hand, Harry was scared to saying anything to the Delacour's about his 'gift' but knew that he had to explain to them eventually.
"Y-Yeah," Harry hesitantly spoke up, "It is called Magical Overdrive. When activated, my magical power becomes greatly stronger than usual. There are only 100 historical records of witches and wizards having this ability. However, at this point, I do not have any control over it."
"What do you mean, you have no control over this ability?" Jean asked, his voice filled with confusion.
Harry sighed heavily, "Whenever I have activated it, I cannot control what my body does. There seems to be another entity living inside that controls me when I am using Magical Overdrive. A slightly feminine voice could be heard."
"W'at does zis voice say to you?" Asked Gabrielle, speaking for the first time since Harry and Fleur arrived.
"Um…" Harry did not know how to explain what the voice had shown him in their last encounter.
"Harry?" Jean interrupted, "You do not have to tell us if you do not feel comfortable." His tone showed that he meant it, and that meant a lot to Harry. Therefore, Harry made up his mind.
"The voice told me that I needed to accept death and to take another person's life, then and only then would I be able to gain control over my ability. It said that is what everyone else who had Magical Overdrive had to do," Explained Harry with a severe expression of seriousness.
Jean, Appoline, and Gabrielle were silent at hearing what Harry just told them. He had an ability that can elevate his magical power several times over but to gain control; Harry has to come to terms with taking another's life and death, which both adult Delacours can tell is still an issue. However, Jean could sympathize with Harry about killing someone as he had to do so when the First Wizarding War happened as Voldemort tried to expand into France.
Appoline gazed at the young man in front of her, heartbreaking with what Harry had explained to them. While she had not killed anyone herself, Appoline could tell that he did not want to but would be forced to because of the already starting war. A boy 15 years old and in the middle of a conflict will decide which side would win. Along with that, he had his own country slandering him because the Ministry does not want to accept the reality that Voldemort has returned.
While Gabrielle was the youngest out of everyone there and could not yet grasp the entire concept, she could understand that Harry was carrying a hefty burden on his shoulders. Gabrielle hugged Harry's midsection, looking up at him with a determined expression.
"Don't worry, 'Arry, you 'ave Fleur, Maman, Papa, and moi. You will get zroug' zis."
Fleur smiled at what her sister had said, knowing that she was correct. Jean and Appoline smiled softly had their youngest daughter's statement, knowing that it is the truth, Harry will come through to the other side. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at what Gabrielle had said, knowing that he could not give up right now.
"Well," Jean looked at the clock on the wall, "I think it is time for some dinner. I think the house-elf as prepared a grand meal for us."
Everyone walked over to the dining area and sat down, Fleur on Harry's right and Gabrielle on his left while Jean and Appoline sat across from him. Harry saw that the meals ranged from French to some English dishes, which surprised him slightly as he remembered Fleur saying that most English meals were horrible. After filling his plate with some French and English foods, the Delacour's started to converse with him, asking Harry more about himself.
Once Harry got on the subject of flying, Gabrielle begged him to take her up into the air with him on his broom. Harry was hesitant at first because he was only used to flying by himself on the broom, but when he saw her looking at him with wide eyes, Harry broke down and agreed to take her up into the air after dinner.
The conversation steered from flying to his home life, which made Harry slightly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, he was able to tell them a few stories about his most early uses of accidental magic. After dinner, Jean and Appoline led them out to the backyard. Harry gazed at the large area, which had a pool and an open field that was neatly kept. There was still some natural sunlight shining as the late evening was coming to a close.
"Let's go flying!" Gabrielle shouted excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Fleur giggled, "I'll go get your broom, 'Arry." Then, turning back to the Villa, she made her way back to the home.
Stepping up the stairs and into her room, Fleur found Harry's Firebolt leaning against the wall and the armoire. Grabbing the broom, Fleur made her way out of the house once again, handing it to Harry.
"Thanks, love," Harry gave Fleur a one-arm hug while she gave him a small kiss on top of his head. He also handed Serpico over to Fleur, who let the Black Mamba coil around her upper left arm.
Grabbing Gabrielle by the waist with his left hand, Harry mounted them both on the Firebolt. Then, pressing off with his feet, Harry and Gabrielle shot into the air, with the younger of the two screaming in delight as Harry started to weave through the air. Back on the ground, Fleur smiled at the sight of her sister and Harry flying through the air. A little thought popped into her head of Harry flying with silverly blonde-haired kids as she watched from the ground.
"Fleur!"
The woman shook out of head thoughts when her mother called, turning to face them. Jean and Appoline watched Harry take their youngest daughter up into the air, making her yelp in happiness. Then, looking at Fleur, who was smiling at the sight of Harry and Gabrielle, they knew that their daughter was happy being with Harry.
"W'at Maman?" Fleur asked.
Appoline walked over to Fleur and looked her straight in the eyes, "W'ile we 'ave 'eard from 'Arry about w'at 'as been going on. We want to 'ear it from you as well since 'Arry seems to be downplaying a lot of details."
Fleur sighed as Harry had downplayed a lot of what had happened during the semester. She knew why, too; he did not want people to be worried about what had happened over the past few months. Then, taking another glance at the two in the sky, she faced her parents.
" 'Arry has gone zroug' a lot already," Fleur took a deep breath, "W'en we were training, I was taunting 'im and said a few zings zat crossed a line. Zat is w'en 'is ability surfaced. As we tried to get an understanding of ze ability, we were dealing wiz Umbridge."
Jean interjected, "Has she tried anything to silence Harry?"
Fleur swallowed hard, knowing what would be said next would not be good, "Umbridge gave 'Arry detention w'en he s'outed at 'er w'en s'e insinuated zat Cedric Diggory's deaz was just an accident. During ze detention, s'e 'ad 'Arry write lines zat said I must not tell lies and I must not love creatures. Umbridge used a special quill zat wrote in ze user's blood, ze p'rases are on ze back on 'is 'ands."
"What!?" Jean bit out with anger coursing through his veins, "She used blood quills on a student!"
Appoline had a look of confusion and anger across her features, "W'at are blood quills, dear?"
"They are a special quill that uses the person's blood as ink, in addition to leaving scars on the hands," Jean explained with a hard edge tone.
Appoline gasped in horror while Fleur nodded in agreement. Jean clenched his fists, "Does Dumbledore know about the quills?"
" 'E already knows along wiz McGonagall, and Amelia Bones as we tried to catc' 'er wiz ze quills, but zat did not go well at all," Fleur shook her head explaining.
"I figured," Jean agreed, rubbing his chin in thought, "I knew that woman would be trouble but did not think that she would go to such lengths." Then, sighing, Jean looked at Fleur, "Continue with all that you were doing with Harry in regards to training."
"Of Course, Papa," Fleur nodded with determination.
Speaking of Harry, during the conversation between Fleur and her parents, he and Gabrielle were zooming around the now night sky. Harry had started slowly, making sure that Gabrielle was not going to fall off. When she began to encourage him to go faster, he pushed the broom to go faster. That made Gabrielle happy as she yelled happily through the rushing air. After about 30 minutes of flying, it became too dark to fly safely without lights, so Harry slowly descended until his feet touched down onto the ground.
"Zat was amazing!" Gabrielle squealed excitedly, "You are an awesome flyer!"
Harry chuckled, scratching the back of his head, "Thanks, Gabrielle."
Fleur walked over to them, "Zat was wonderful, 'Arry. Maybe you can take me up zere someday." In response, Harry leaned up and kissed her on the lips.
Jean and Appoline made their way over to the three, Jean speaking up, "I must concur with my daughter. You are an amazing flyer, the way you can handle the broom while going at high speeds is very impressive."
Harry blushed slightly at the praise, "I just had some practice during my time as the Gryffindor House's seeker."
"It is getting late, so I suggest zat all of us turn in for ze nig't," Appoline spoke with a gentle smile.
Everyone agreed and started to make their way back into the house and their respective rooms. Fleur led Harry up to her, now their room. When Harry stepped into the room, he saw a large queen-sized bed on the wall facing him, a massive armoire on the wall next to Harry. Looking to his left, Harry saw a doorway that led to a bathroom, and looking to the right; he saw a balcony with double doors. There was a closet and two nightstands next to the bed. He also saw Hedwig sleeping on a perch right next to the doors that led to the balcony.
Fleur was getting changed in the bathroom as Harry was changing into his nightclothes. Fleur came out in a sky blue babydoll, which made Harry stare for a minute before shaking his head with a slight smile on his face. Then, crawling into the bed, Fleur grabbed Harry, placing his head on her chest and wrapping her legs around his, cascading him in her silvery blonde hair.
"Goodnight, Mon Amour."
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During the next few days at the Delacour's, Harry became more comfortable around Jean and Appoline. He was thinking that they were secretly watching him, making sure that he was worthy of Fleur. However, Harry could see that it was not the case, and they genuinely liked him. Fleur continued to train him using the basement that was about as large as the house itself, which was used for general storage.
Harry was becoming more robust with each passing day, and Fleur couldn't be prouder of his progress. Jean came down one day to watch them train, commenting on Fleur's workout outfit; that cause Fleur to facepalm and Harry to become crimson in the face from embarrassment. Besides commenting on his daughter's choice of clothing, Jean praised Harry for his growth on his offense and defense.
When the couple was not training, they hung out with Gabrielle as she was attached to Harry's hip whenever he was not training. Finally, Harry took Fleur up flying on his Firebolt, and she understood why Gabrielle always wanted to go flying now. He was a fantastic flier with master control of the broom. Fleur could see Harry become a professional Seeker in the future if he wanted to continue with Quidditch.
21 December 1995
On the Thursday before Christmas Day, Harry found himself without a present for Fleur. Over the past several weeks, Harry continued to think about a gift for her, but anything he thought of did not work out in his mind. Finally, Fleur wanted to spend some time with her sister, which suited Harry fine as that gave him some more time to find a present. Walking to the kitchen, he found Appoline sipping on a drink and reading the paper.
" 'Ello 'Arry," Appoline greeted with a friendly smile.
Harry gave her a slight grin, "Hey, Appoline. How are you?"
Laying the paper on the table, Appoline responded, "I am doing well, w'at about you?"
Sitting down at the table, Harry scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "I have been doing fine except for the fact that I do not have a present for Fleur."
"Would you like some 'elp?" Asked Appoline.
"Um," Harry hesitated, "I don't want to be a bother…."
She raised her hand, cutting him off, "You are not a bozzer. If you need 'elp, I would gladly 'elp you out."
Harry smiled at her, "If you offer the help, I would gratefully take it."
Appoline got up from the table and motioned for Harry to follow her. Grabbing what she needed and Harry walked over with Serpico resting over his shoulders. Offering her hand, Harry grabbed it and, a second later, felt the semi-familiar feeling of being pulled through a tight tube. Harry almost fell flat on his face, landing on the ground if not for Appoline to pull his arm back to regain his balance. Shaking his head, Harry looked around to see a large entrance that led to a vast shopping area; Shops that ranged from essential clothing to advanced wizarding products like brooms and wands.
Appoline led Harry through the street and pointed out some shops that might have something for Fleur. However, clothing stores that Harry thought might work, he dismissed the idea when the older woman pointed out a shop that mainly sold lingerie. Harry had a mega blush on his face for a while after what Appoline had suggested, amusing the woman.
Appoline pointed out a small jewelry shop that she had been into a few times, which Harry thought could work, so the two walked in. A bell rang overhead as Harry and Appoline stepped into the shop, which had much inexpensive and expensive jewelry. First, Harry saw a man who looked about in his mid to late 20s helping a slightly older woman. Then, a voice caught his attention, making him turn to see a woman in her early 20s smiling at the two with a bright smile.
"Appoline! c'est bon de te revoir!"
Appoline went over and hugged the woman, "Bonjour, Charlotte!"
Pulling away from the hug, the now identified Charlotte turned her attention to Harry, "Qui est ce bel homme? Envie d'hommes plus jeunes, Appoline?"
A light dusting covered Appoline's cheeks, "Charlotte! Je suis toujours avec Jean. C'est Harry Potter et il ne parle pas français."
A face of recognition came across Charlotte before leaning down slightly, showing off her cleavage with a sly smile, "You do not speak Frenc', I could give you some private lessons."
Appoline slapped Charlotte on the back of the head, " 'E is dating Fleur, and I will not let a 'arpie like you steal my future son-in-law." Her tone was playful but held a serious undertone to it.
Harry had a blush on his face but couldn't help but smile at the interaction. It showed the history between the two of them, reminding him of how Fleur, Ron, Hermione, and Neville acted around him and each other.
Charlotte rubbed the back of her head, sending a mock glare to Appoline, "You don't 'ave to 'it me zat 'ard!"
Appoline rolled her eyes, "Grow up, Charlotte. Anyway, w'y we are 'ere is because 'Arry wants to get Fleur a present."
Charlotte's eyes widened, "O', well, we 'ave a great selection of engagement rings and necklaces." She said with a wave to the section that she was referring to right next to her.
"I am not looking for any engagement rings, just a nice piece of jewelry to show that I love and care for her," Harry explained with a slight blush.
Charlotte nodded in understanding, taking Harry over to the counter where a large selection of rings, bracelets, and necklaces. Most of the finger jewelry was too gody for Harry to see Fleur wearing, along with many bracelets. Moving his gaze towards the chains, Harry saw some that he thought might work, mentally making a note. Finally, getting close to the end, Harry saw a piece that caught his eye.
The necklace was a plain silver chain; However, what Harry saw that made him stop was the centerpiece of a pair of angel wings wrapped around a sapphire jewel. Harry carefully picked it up, and to his surprise, the sapphire started to glow softly. The gem reminded him of Fleur's eyes, and right there, Harry knew that this was the one.
As Harry was looking through the merchandise, Charlotte and Appoline were watching him with interest. They noticed that Harry ignored the more expensive pieces and paid more attention to the less expensive products. Appoline appreciated that he did not want to get Fleur something super costly, knowing that something less expensive and more meaningful would be better. Then, the two women noticed that Harry had picked up a necklace that seemed to have caught his attention. Stepping closer to look over his shoulder, Appoline and Charlotte smiled at the choice.
Appoline came over, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, "Zat is a wonderful c'oice, 'Arry. Is zat w'at you want to get?"
Harry turned to look at Appoline, "Yes, this is what I was looking for."
"Beautiful c'oice Monsieur Potter, zat will be 15 Gallions," Charlotte said as Appoline was about to get out her purse, but Harry was faster and handed over the Gallions. Charlotte took the money, wrapped the necklace up, and put it in a bag before handing it to Harry.
Harry took the bag gratefully, "Thank you, Miss."
Charlotte shook her head playfully, "It's Charlotte to you, Monsieur Potter. I do 'ave one request before you leave if you would please?"
"What it is?" Asked Harry with a nod of his head.
"W'hen you can, bring Fleur wiz you 'ere as I would love to see 'er again. I would also love to get to know you better, Monsieur Potter." Charlotte requested with a kind smile.
Harry gave you a grin, "Of course, Charlotte. Also, it is Harry to you." Harry turned and started with Appoline right behind him.
"See you later, Charlotte!" Appoline waved goodbye, following Harry out of the store.
Once the door closed, Charlotte shook her head amusingly, " 'Arry Potter of all people. Fleur sure can pick zem." Then, shaking out of her thoughts, Charlotte turned her attention to another customer looking for a ring for his wife.
As Harry and Appoline walked through the streets to a place that they could apparate back to the house, Harry could not be more grateful to the older woman for helping him out with Fleur's present. Looking around, Harry started to notice that a lot of the males were staring at Appoline with the same look that Harry saw at Hogwarts whenever Fleur walked by, hungry and full of lust. The males did not care if they had a woman with them. They just ignored the girls, who did not seem to be particularly happy.
While Harry had not known Appoline for very long, he could tell that she had this mask that Fleur wore at Hogwarts last year. An act of indifference and slight arrogance. Harry did not know what would happen, so he stepped closer to Appoline slightly, palming his wand, and put on his mask of indifference. Appoline had noticed the stares, choosing to ignore them. However, what she had not expected was Harry walking closer to her, having his wand out, and observing for someone to dare make a move.
Appoline was surprised at the move as he had not known her for long, and yet, he was showing the same level of protection that her husband shows whenever they go out. Her high regard for the young man rose at the thought of Harry doing the same thing for Fleur whenever the couple is out and about — walking through the streets until they found a place for them to apparate back home. Grabbing Harry by the shoulder, Appoline closed her eyes, and, in a slight cracking sound, the two were off.
Landing back in front of the house, Harry turned back to Appoline, "Thank you, Appoline. I would not have been able to find the right gift without you."
Appoline patted his shoulder with a kind smile, "You are welcome, 'Arry. I am glad to 'ave spent some time wiz you." With that, She and Harry walked into the house to find Fleur and Gabrielle in the living room with Fleur brushing her sister's hair.
When Harry saw the two of them, he hid the bag behind his back and smile at the two sisters. Appoline giggled at Harry's action as he did not want Fleur to see what he had bought for her. Fleur turned her attention to her mother and boyfriend as she finished the last stroke of the brush.
"So, w'ere did you two go off to today? 'Opefully, Maman did not seduce my boyfriend," Fleur inquired with a smirk at the blush that was appearing on Harry's face.
Appoline giggled, "I wanted to spend some time wiz your boyfriend to get to know 'im better. It was a nice time, wasn't it 'Arry?"
"It was. I am glad to have spent some time with you, Appoline," Harry responded with a nod and smile.
Fleur walked over to Harry, placing a kiss on his lips, "Well, zat is good. Now, do you want to spend some time wiz moi?"
Harry chuckled, "Of course, love." He gave her a tender kiss on the lips before disappearing upstairs and coming back down a minute later, causing Fleur to raise an eyebrow but not say anything. With that, Harry then spent the rest of the day with Fleur and Gabrielle, along with Appoline, getting to know the Delacour's better.
24 December 1995
A few days after Harry and Appoline took the trip to help Harry find a present for Fleur, Jean wanted to take him into the French Ministry. The main reason was that since Appoline spent some time with Fleur's boyfriend, so should Jean. So Harry found himself walking through the French Ministry with Jean. He had Serpico with him, sleeping soundly across his shoulders as he stepped through the many hallways. Jean led Harry to a massive office/waiting area, and it had a desk at the back wall in the middle and multiple doors that led to offices.
Sitting behind the desk was a woman with black hair, writing something on some papers, when Jean and Harry walked up. Noticing the two, the woman looked up with a kind smile; she looked about her late 20s with squared eyeglasses.
"Bonjour, Mr. Delacour, w'o is zis you 'ave wiz you?" The woman asked smiling.
Gesturing to Harry, Jean spoke, "This is Harry Potter, Amandine. He is here visiting with me today."
The now known Amandine's face became one of shock for about a second or two before going back to the kind smile, "Well, Bonjour Monsieur Potter, It is a pleasure to meet you."
Harry nodded in acknowledgment, "You as well, Ma'am."
Jean turned toward his office, with Harry following close behind him. Once the two of them were inside the large office, Jean closed the door and sat behind the desk. Harry sat down in one of the chairs that were facing the desk. Jean grabbed a folder off the desk and handed it to Harry, who was confused before opening it. In the folder were papers about Sirius, statements from Remus, Tonks, Moody about his innocence.
"T-This is about Sirius. It's a case report, is it not?" Harry questioned in shock.
Jean nodded, "Yes. I have been working on it since you and Fleur started the semester. If I can get everything lined up correctly, the trial will be held here in France. Unlike Britain, the Minister is not the judge, so there can be less bias, so I think we will have a good trial. That is what I am hoping for, at least."
Harry was speechless for a minute before finding his voice, "Thank you, Jean. This case means so much to me. All I can hope for is the same, Sirius being set free in at least one country. If this works, maybe we can force Fudge to give him a fair trial because, seeing what he has done already, I can see him doing some underhanded tactic to make Sirius seem guilty."
Jean smiled at Harry, "I am glad that I can help out with something like this. I dislike seeing what your Ministry is doing."
Jean and Harry discussed what to do next with Sirius' trial and how Harry can testify for the next few hours. Jean then asked how training with Fleur was going, Harry had explained that it was going well, and it gave him some more training for the D.A. group. Jean also asked more about the Magical Overdrive ability and how it works. Harry went on to explain it the best way he could as he did not completely understand it as well.
After the two talked for several hours, Jean and Harry headed out of the office and made their way back to the Delacour Villa. A floo trip later, Jean and Harry stepped into the home's living room to see nobody there. Jean mentioned that it was weird to see nobody there, looking at his watch to see it was 10 minutes past 4 in the afternoon. He shrugged and told Harry that the girls could have gone out and they would be back soon. Jean and Harry went their separate ways, Jean to his and Appoline's room to change, and Harry walked out to the backyard.
Looking at the sky, turning a light orange color, Harry took a deep breath of the fresh air. Then, deciding that he wanted to fly, Harry went up to his and Fleur's room, placed Serpico on the bed, and grabbed the Firebolt. Then, stepping back outside, Harry mounted his broom, shooting off into the sky. Coming to a hover, Harry took a look around, taking the soothing orange glow that the sky was giving off. Then, taking his eyes off of the sky, Harry leaned down and sped forward before taking a nosedive. At the last second, Harry pulled the Firebolt upwards before hitting the ground, making the broom parallel.
As Harry was flying, a loud cracking sound broke the silence of the backyard with Appoline, Fleur, and Gabrielle appeared. The three of them got back from a trip out to the town as Appoline wanted to catch up with Fleur. Gabrielle spotted Harry zooming around in the sky. She pointed excitedly as Fleur and Appoline looked up to where Harry was. Fleur smiled as she could tell that Harry was having fun flying on his broom, and he looked very much at home in the air.
Harry looked towards the ground and saw the girls watching him and an idea popped into his head. Angling his broom towards the three of them, Harry sped off. Appoline and Gabrielle could tell what Harry's plan was and push Fleur forward slightly. Before Fleur could register what her sister and mother did, Harry swooped down and grabbed Fleur by the waist, sweeping her off of her feet, putting her on the broom in front of him.
" 'Arry!" Fleur yelled, laughing over the wind.
"What?" Harry smirked against her shoulder, "I thought you loved flying with me?"
"Of course I do, but I was not expecting zat!" Fleur exclaimed, turning her head slightly to the left.
Slowing down, Harry made the broom come to a complete stop, hovering over the ground. Fleur then turned around to punch Harry in the shoulder, "Zat was for ze stunt you just pulled!" However, Harry could tell that there was no heat in her tone or the punch itself.
Harry leaned in and kissed her, "Oh, you love it when I sweep you off of your feet," Said Harry, pulling away grinning.
Fleur huffed playfully, "I do not know w'y." Then, Fleur took a look around to see the orange glow was being replaced by darkness. She did not want to leave where she and Harry were hovering, but she knew it was getting late. Turning to face Harry, Fleur spoke in a soft tone, "We s'ould get back down. It is getting too dark to fly."
Harry agreed with his girlfriend, "Of course, love." But then, he saw Appoline standing on the porch with Jean and Gabrielle.
Harry and Fleur maneuvered the broom to fly down to where everyone else was standing. Dismounting the broom once they touched down on the ground, the couple followed inside to have some dinner. Everyone was talking and laughing, making Harry smile as to how the Delacour's could make him a part of their family so easily. Once everyone was fed, they all went to their rooms early because the next day was Christmas. Harry and Fleur cuddled up under the covers as Serpico curled up on Hedwid's perch, along with the bird in question. Then, holding each other, the loving couple fell into a deep, pleasant sleep.
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25 December 1995
On Christmas Day, Harry and Fleur were awoken by Gabrielle, who ran into their room and jumped onto the bed excitedly. She shook the couple awake, saying that they needed to get up. Fleur, who was not too happy from being woken up in the manner she was, started to tickle her sister as revenge. Harry, who grabbed his glasses, looked at the scene of Fleur mercilessly tickling Gabrielle with a smile on his lips. After a minute of Fleur attacking Gabrielle, she let the younger girl go, and she took off live a bullet down the stairs, yelling about Christmas.
Fleur got out of bed and put on a silk robe that ended just above her knees while Harry kept on his pajamas. Making their way down the stairs and into the living room, they saw Jean and Appoline sitting on the couch with smiles as Gabrielle excitedly sorted out the gifts. A fire was crackling in the background as the snow fell outside, giving off a nice glow.
"I see Gabrielle woke you two up as well," Appoline commented with a smile.
Fleur nodded, stretching, "Of course." She and Harry sat down on a cushion on the floor with her leaning against him.
Jean turned to his youngest daughter, "Gabrielle, go hand Fleur's present for Harry to her." She nodded and handed Fleur the present for her to give to Harry. Fleur nodded her thanks before looking at Harry.
Fleur gave the present to Harry, who unwrapped it to find a small plain black box. Harry's eyes widened as he opened the box to find a ring sitting in the middle. Picking the piece of jewelry up, Harry saw that the band was two snakes that wrapped around to the top, where between the two snake's heads was an emerald jewel. Harry also noticed that the eyes of the snakes were embedded with rubies.
It took a minute for Harry to gain his voice back, "T-This is an amazing ring, Fleur."
"You like it?" Fleur nervously asked.
"I love it!" Harry captured Fleur's lips in a passionate kiss. Then, pulling away after needing air, Harry slipped the ring on his left middle finger.
Fleur was nervous because a small part of her thought that he would not like the piece of jewelry. However, with the very passionate kiss he gave her and how he acted, Harry loved the ring, which made Fleur relax. Harry handed Fleur her give that he got from Gabrielle, which Fleur took into her hands. Unwrapping the rectangle box, Fleur opened it to see a necklace with the angel wings encasing a sapphire.
Gently picking up the necklace, the sapphire started to glow softly; that left Fleur speechless on how beautiful the piece was. Fleur gestured to Harry to put it on her, turning around and pulling her to the side. Harry gently wrapped the necklace around her neck and fastened the clasp. Then, turning back around, Fleur saw the chain stopped right above the swell of her chest.
"My Guardian Angel," Harry whispered out, just loud enough for Fleur to hear.
Fleur's eyes started to tear up before placing her hands on both sides of Harry's face and pulling him into another passionate kiss. Harry's arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her closer. All the while, Jean and Appoline were looking upon the scene with huge smiles as they were happy that their daughter found happiness with somebody like Harry. Gabrielle watched the couple with a grin, happy for her sister and the boy in front of her.
Due to the lack of air, Harry and Fleur pulled away. Resting their foreheads together, Fleur stared directly into Harry's eyes, "I love it, mon amour. It's perfect!"
Harry smiled widely, "I'm glad you love it." He spoke softly.
Turning their attention back to everyone else, Harry and Fleur smiled their apologies as the rest of the family opened their presents. With wrapping paper everywhere, all but one of the presents had been opened; Fleur grabbed it to see who it was for and from on the tag. Once she saw who it was from, Fleur handed it to Harry with a smirk. Harry took the package curiously, looking at the label, and let out a good chuckle.
"Who is it from, Harry?" Asked Jean with a curious expression.
"To Harrykins, from Gred and Forge," Harry read out loud.
Appoline tilted her head, "W'o?"
"Fred and George Weasley," Fleur answered, giggling.
"They are pranksters and good friends," Harry added on as he ripped through the wrappings to find three sections of stuff. One section was candy from Honeydukes, the middle was prank candy, and the last section had a wide selection of their new products. Harry smiled as he pulled out the large sack of regular candy; he then thought of something.
Getting the youngest Delacour sister's attention, Harry held out the sack, "Gabrielle, do you want some candy?"
Gabrielle jumped up and down excitedly in her set, "Yes, please!"
Handing her the sack, Harry nodded, "Take whatever you want. Consider it a substitute for me not getting you a present."
Fleur looked at Harry, concerned that he gave her sister too much. Harry saw the look and shook his head with a grin, coveying that she will be fine and it was Christmas after all. Fleur then glanced at the rest of the box, taking note of the prank candy and other products, knowing that the twins were working hard for their joke shop.
"Am I going to see Sirius and the rest of them today?" Harry asked, aiming the question at the older Delacours.
Jean shook his head, "Unfortunately, not today. However, you will be seeing them on New Year's Eve as they will be coming over to visit."
"O'!" Appoline exclaimed, "Zat reminds me, Fleur, Juliette, and Vivienne want me to tell you zat zey will be 'ere as well for New Year's Eve."
Fleur became excited, "I 'aven't seen zem since we all graduated last year."
The Delacours and Harry spent it in the living room watching Christmas movies for the rest of the day. All of them enjoyed the relaxing feeling of the day as snow continued to fall throughout the day. They had sweets to snack on until dinner because no one wanted to move to get anything to eat. Once dinner time arrived, the group made their way to the table and dug into the massive feast. After all of the food had been devoured, Fleur excused herself from the table, walking up to her room. Harry was confused by the action, but the rest of them turned in for the night since it was getting late.
As Harry passed Appoline and Jean, the former gave him a wink with a smirk. Harry raised an eyebrow at the action but shook it off and headed up to the room. Stepping into the room, he did not see Fleur but thought that she was in the bathroom. Then, changing into his nightclothes, Harry noticed that Serpico and Hedwig were not in the room like usual.
" 'Arry," A seductive voice called out.
Harry turned around to see Fleur in a deep red babydoll with a white fuzz trim and matching high heels. She had a lustful look on her face as she walked towards Harry with her hips swaying. Coming to a stop right in front of him, Fleur leaned down, so her lips were right next to Harry's right ear.
"I want you tonig't."
With that, Fleur pushed Harry onto the bed before crawling on top of him, "Do you want me?" She purred out.
Harry was blushing deep red but thought that tonight would be the night that they would go all the way as Fleur wanted to as well. So, with a slight nod, Harry answered, "I want you, Fleur."
"Good ~," Fleur's hand slithered down the front of his pants, pulling out his semi-hard penis. Slowly stroking it with her soft hands, the member did not take long to become completely hard. Harry groaned at the feeling of Fleur stroking him. He then saw the hypnotizing sight of Fleur's chest and reached under the babydoll to cup the underside of her breasts.
Untying the knot on the front, Harry released Fleur's breasts and started to lick the hardened nipple, making Fleur moan sweetly. Fleur put her unoccupied hand on the back of Harry's head, pushing him further into her chest. The stimulating sensation of her chest was making her particularly wet. After a minute, Fleur pulled away before climbing on top of Harry's Face, placing her pussy right before him.
"Lick me ~ !" Fleur commanded with a sultry voice as she pushes his face into her pussy.
Harry started to gently run his tongue the length of her pussy, getting a taste of her essence. It was a sweet but slightly salty taste that Harry started to like the more that he licked. Harry then pushed past Fleur's lips and into the inner parts of her pussy and wiggled his tongue around.
"O' ~ !" Fleur moaned loudly, "Zat feels so good! Keep doing zat ~ !" Then, to get more stimulation, Fleur grabbed her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples while rolling her hips against Harry's face.
Harry grabbed Fleur's ass and squeezed as he continued to penetrate her with his tongue. This action caused Fleur to moan more, and her hip gyration became more erratic. The knot in Fleur's stomach that had been building up was coming undone. Harry closed his eyes, imagining he was speaking to a snake.
$Cum$
"I'm cumming!" Fleur exploded all over Harry's face, drowning him in her cum. Harry found himself lapping everything he could up as he saw Fleur shaking slightly from the massive orgasm.
Once Fleur calmed down, she looked down with a sly smirk, "Using your ability to talk to snakes to make me cum, very naug'ty ~ !" Fleur then slid down to where Harry's penis was, still very hard. Then, with a wink, Fleur grabbed the member and slowly descended onto it. Harry closed his eyes at the pure tightness of Fleur's pussy that was holding onto his dick.
Fleur bottomed out; she leaned forward, giving Harry a steamy kiss as she rose her hips up, starting to riding the rigid member. Harry and Fleur moaned into each other's mouths as Fleur continued to ride Harry before pulling away from her lips, leaving a thin trail of saliva attached to their lips.
"Yes! Zis feel just as good as I imagined it! 'Arder! Fuck me 'Arder ~ !" Fleur screamed out, bouncing on his dick ever harder and faster now.
"Oh god, your pussy feels amazing ~ !" Fleur smirked at that statement before leaning down, so her breasts were right in Harry's face.
"Suck on zem! Imagine milk coming out and feeding you ~ !" Fleur felt his cock twitch as she said that, "O', does zat turn you on ~? Wanting to drink ze milk from my breasts ~? I would love for you to drink my breast milk ~ !"
"F-Fleur, I'm about to cum," Harry moaned out from between her breasts.
Fleur leaned down, whispering into his ear, "Go a'ead, cum inside of me. I'm on ze pill, 'Arry ~ !" Before bowling into it gently.
"I'm cumming!" With that, Harry blasted a few loads of his cum inside of Fleur's wet and waiting pussy, making her have a miniature orgasm as well. After coming down from the orgasmic highs, Harry and Fleur looked at each other with slightly red faces.
"That was amazing, Fleur," Harry whispered out, catching his breath.
Fleur agreed with that statement, "Oui, we will 'ave to do zis more often. Come on; I zink we could use some rest after zat."
Since Fleur was still on top, she turned around to grab the sheets and blankets, pulling them over her before laying down next to Harry, wrapping them in warm coverings. Then, cradling Harry's head in between her breasts and entangling her legs with his, Fleur kissed the top of his head.
"Goodnig't mon chevalier sexy, Merry C'ristmas," Fleur whispered out.
Harry snuggled deeper into her chest, "Goodnight, ma belle fleur, Merry Christmas."
A/N: Alright! Chapter 15 is done. What did you all think of the sex scene, short? But I was writing this late at night and very tired. On another note, It has been three years since I posted my first chapter. Shit, I cannot believe that it has been that long. I want to thank each and every single one of you for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following The Guardian. It has been a wild ride, and hopefully, we will stick it out until the end!
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