Italics: French

Normal: Englisch

Underlined: German

Beauxbatons carriage, mid january 1995

Fleur Delacour was grinning madly, this time, her plan would succeed. What plan do you ask? Well, Fleur was on the noble quest of killing the biggest threat to her people, the Veela. Harry Potter, the famous boy-who-lived, was immune to her Veela charm! This was an outrage! Nobody was immune to the charm, at least not naturally. Her Papa was immune because he married a Veela. So he had a free pass. But someone who was naturally immune? He could capture and enslave all Veela in the world, dooming the whole race for ever. So when Fleur realised at the Yule Ball that Harry was completely unbothered by her allure, she decided that she had to kill him. But so far, it was not going well.

Her first idea was quite simple. Sending a tripping hex at his legs so he would fall down the stairs and break his neck. The plan was simple, easy to cover and brilliant. But she didn't take in mind that Harry had really fast reflexes. So when he tripped and started falling down the stairs, he reacted. In hindsight, it wasn't very clever by Fleur to cast the hex from below him. So, Harry fell down, he twisted his body, pushed his body back up using the first thing he could get his hands on and landed at the bottom of the stairs after a quite elegant flick flack. The pedestal Harry used for his stunt was no other than his school nemesis Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, thanks to the push on the head, stumbled down the stairs and crashed into Fleur herself, who in turn also fell down the stairs with a loud shriek. When the fall stopped, she opened her eyes and immediately blushed. Staring into her ocean blue eyes were the emerald green eyes of Harry Potter. "Are you alright Ms. Delacour? Sorry for that, guess I tripped" said Harry. Fleur's face turned into an angry scowl, and she quickly smashed her fist into Harry's nose before slamming her knee into his forehead. Stunned, Harry stumbled back and, unconsciously, let Fleur drop to the ground. Fleur fell down and slammed on the ground with the back of her head first. So in the end, Harry had a small nosebleed and slight headache, while Fleur had a small to medium strong concussion and a neck twisting. Result: three days in the hospital wing. Oh, and Malfoy also fell down the stairs and broke his leg.

From there on, Fleur tried to kill Harry at least thrice a week. Till this day, she had started 20 attempts to end the boy who lived. Unfortunately, the boy had some of the best luck on the planet. Each and every attempt backfired to Fleur in one way or another. She got either mildly hurt or embarrassed. Like when she tried to replace the water of the prefect bathroom with hydrochloric acid. She found the spell in a rather interesting book in an abandoned classroom. But she must somehow messed the incarnation up, because instead of bathing the damn Potter in acid, her clothes got drenched in it. Quickly the acid dissolved her expensive acromantula silk robes and Fleur shirked loudly and ran out of her hiding place, desperate to get the acid off. So she jumped into the pool and after she was sure no more acid was on her delicate skin, she resurfaced and came face to face with a surprised and confused Harry Potter. A very naked Harry Potter. Only when he blushed furiously and turned his head away, Fleur realised that even her undergarments were dissolved. She basically just flashed her very generous chest to her assassination target. With a loud shriek and a quick slap to his cheek, Fleur stormed out of the bathroom and back into her room. It was sheer luck that nobody saw her sprinting full commando through the castle, but when she reached her room, she immediately started plotting a bloody revenge.

This brings us to now. Fleur, and her best friend Celeste, sat in the beauxbatons carriage potion lab. Fleur was currently busy making a "brilliant chemical bomb" as she called it. Celeste just stood at the side and handed Fleur the ingredients. Fleur's idea was a chemical explosive that was quite popular in muggle schools. Thermite, a mixture of iron oxide and aluminium. Once ignited, it burned with a temperature of multiple thousand degrees and it was nearly impossible to put out. Beside the normal thermite, Fleur was also mixing so called "Flash-Thermite". Aluminium powder and copper oxide, when it was ignited, it burned in a second with a bright flash, strong enough to blind someone. The idea was that Fleur would use the Flash Thermite to blind Potter before she threw the already burning normal Thermite at him and watch how he burned to a crisp. Now, the problem was, that she couldn't be seen how she ignited the bombs, so she had to get creative. Dragon blood was the answer. It heated up when it was in contact with a high quantity of magic. Fleur wanted to drench her mixtures in dragon blood, place both in unbreakable glass boxes, put the normal thermite in Potters bag and place the flash thermite at a spot she knew he would pass. Once he stopped to investigate the strange box, she would let the glass around the flash thermite disappear, Potter gets blinded, and then she does the same with the glass in his bag and boom. Potter would be dead and Fleur would be celebrated as the saviour of her race.

"Are you sure it will work this time Fleur?" asked Celeste worried. She was worried that this plan might also go wrong and Fleur would get seriously hurt this time. "Don't get your pretty head all confused mon ami" said Fleur. "This time my plan is foolproof. What could possibly go wrong? I have everything planned perfectly" said the quarter Veela proudly before she poured the dragon blood over the Flash Thermite. Now, Fleur forgot one critical part in her plan. The whole Hogwarts school ground was covered so densely in magic, that even at Hagrids Hut would dragon blood heat up enough to ignite Thermite. The few students that were out in the schoolyard at this late hour, saw a bright flash in one of the windows of the carriage and then heard two shrill shrieks of surprise before loud arguing in french was heard. In the carriage, Celeste stumbled to her notebook and, with a bit of difficulty, made a few lines on a chart at the first page. The chart had four clefts. The headline was: Assassination attempts by Fleur against Harry Potter. The four clefts were labelled as: Fleur got embarrassed/Fleur got hurt/Successful or semi-successfull/Total attempts. And the count was 7/13/0/20. Celeste made a line in the first, second and fourth cleft. And that is the story of how Fleur Delacour lost her eyesight for five days.

After she could see again, Fleur had to spend a few hours trying and succeeding in convincing the headmistress Madame Maxime that her blindness was an accident of her training for the second task. Maxime believed her. So now Fleur had once again free reign in what she did, and she did something she despised. Asking for help. And the one she would ask was her mother, the only person in the world she would admit was smarter than her. So she threw a bit of floo powder in her fireplace, stuck her head in and said "Delacour manor" The beautiful living room of her home came into view and she waited patiently for someone to answer her call so she could ask for her mother. After a few seconds, her father, Pierre Delacour, walked in. "FLOWER! What a nice surprise mon cher, what do I owe this pleasure?" "Hello Papa" Replied Fleur smiling. She loved her father dearly and trusted him like no one else, but this was something she needed her mother for. "I am quite well. Despite these English brutes, I'm having a good time here. But I need to speak to Maman in private, could you please go and get her?" Since there was no time to lose, Fleur used her puppy eyes, well knowing that once he saw them, her Papa would do what she wanted as fast as he could. "At once flower, just one moment" He sprang up and was about to make a beeline for the door when his eyes caught the calendar that hung on the wall. He turned to his daughter and asked "Fleur dear, what day is today?" "The 17th of January Papa, why do you ask?" Replied Fleur confused. "Oh merde" said Pierre, he hastily looked around before his eyes widened and he dropped to the ground. A second later, two giant logs smashed together at the spot where his head was just moments ago. "PUTAIN DE MERDE! AGAIN?!" Fleur heard the angry voice of her beloved Maman, who shortly after the yell came into view. Appoline Delacour was the very definition of beauty. She was simply perfect in Fleur's eyes, even though her Maman often said that in a few years Fleur would surpass her beauty by a margin. However, the beautiful face of her Maman was twisted in an angry scowl and she jumped around while hissing out obscenities like a four year old child having a temper tantrum. Pierre chuckled, swung his wand around to vanish the logs and sat back on the couch. Fleur just stared at her parents in shock. If she got everything right, her mother, who was obviously head over heels in love with her father, just tried to kill her father and was angry that she failed. What the hell was going on? "Stop throwing a tantrum mon amour and come here, flower is on the floo and she wants to talk to you" With a huff, Appoline walked over and plopped onto the couch, crossing her arms under her chest.

"So Fleur, what do you want from me?" asked her Maman in an irritated tone. Fleur, still dumbfounded by what had just happened, needed a few moments to order her thoughts before she practically shouted "MAMAN! YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL PAPA! WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Appoline, seemingly just remembering what happened, blushed and stammered, unable to form a proper sentence. Pierre on the other hand had the time of his life. He was nearly falling off the couch from laughing. After he got his laughing under control, he decided it was time to tell Fleur a very big secret of Veela. "My dear flower, what you just saw was no coincidence, neither was it a one time thing. Since I've met Appoline, she tries once a month, precisely on the 17th of each month, to kill me. But her attempts are rather half hearted, nowadays they are more like a test to see if I'm still sharp in mind and body than an attempt at my life. I mean, giant logs on ropes, what is this, a cartoon? Isn't that right mon amour?" He said the last part with a not-so-slight smirk directed towards Appoline, who blushed even more. When Pierre opened his arms, Fleur saw how her Maman got all pouty and snuggled into the side of her father. Still with a pout on her face, she said "Fleur, it is normal for a Veela. When we meet a man that is immune to our Allure, our instincts will tell us to kill him. But that is not because they are a threat, but because we have to see if he is a worthy mate. When he survives, he is good enough to breed us, when he dies, welp, a shame but that means there is a better one somewhere" Fleur's jaw had long since made acquaintance with the floor. She could not believe it. "D-does that mean that Harry Potter is my mate?" Now she had the full attention of her parents. Appoline jumped up, pulled Pierre along and walked over to the floo. "Make room Fleur, we're coming through!"

After a still confused Fleur told her parents everything that happened regarding Harry Potter, Pierre had to laugh so hard, he passed out. Appoline on the other hand, was ecstatic. She grabbed Fleur and pulled her out of the carriage, completely ignoring the confused faces of the other Beauxbatons students. Madame Maxime saw her ex-student and after a quick glance into Fleur's room, decided that she would not get involved in another Veela-mate-hunt mess. Oh how wrong she was.

The quarter Veela was informed by her mother, that the final test for the potential mate was when mother and daughter planned his assassination together. So Fleur and her mother spend the next week stalking Harry, learning his daily routines and another week of planning the most genius killing attempt ever.

Harry was waiting anxiously in the great hall. The reason was that today, on the 14th February, the big drawing of the Beauxbatons lottery would be. Headmaster Dumbledore was informed by Madame Maxime that the lottery was an old tradition at Beauxbatons, and that her students would be delighted to share their favourite custom with the other schools. So on the 7th February, all three schools were informed of the lottery, and that there would be a big prize for the main winner and that everyone could enter. Needless to say, a big prize in an event organised by the lovely beauxbatons students was enough to motivate all the boys to enter. Quite a few girls also entered their names.

Now this was the official story. In reality, it was a load of the finest bullshit you could find. Everything was staged, from the pot where the names got thrown in, over the whole drawing to the prize. Fleur really had to compliment her Maman, this plan was more than foolproof:

Step 1: Burn all entered names the morning before the drawing

Step 2: Throw in the same amount of parchments than before, but it says "Harry Potter" on all of them

Step 3: Have Fleur be the innocent hand to draw the big winner, meaning Harry Potter

Step 4: Style Fleur to be the embodiment of sexy (so that no one would pay much attention)

Step 5: Announce the big price →either a whole date night with the lovely Fleur Delacour or get what's behind curtain #2

Step 6: When he picks the date, go to Step 9

Step 7: Behind curtain #2 is a giant treacle tart, sprinkled with a hunger potion, so he will immediately start devouring it

Step 8: When he is immersed with his giant tart, Celeste will pour the dragon blood over the 100 kg thermite that is placed under the tart. When Potter dies, good

Step 9: Should he not die in the flames or choose the date, Fleur will take him to a nightclub owned by the Delacours in Toulouse, make him drunk and use her allure to rile a few regulars of the club (big, mean and muscular bikers) so up, that they will smash anything that breathes. Either Potter dies in the chaos, or Fleur has to ram a knife between his ribs

Step 10: Fleur will start looking for a new mate

Appoline convinced (read blackmailed, threatened and bribed) the rest of the Beauxbatons entourage, including madame Maxime, into helping her and Fleur with their plan. Even Pierre helped. When Celeste asked him why, he said "At this point it is nearly impossible for them to kill Harry. I love Appoline and Fleur more than anything else, but I also enjoy a good laugh. Trust me, this will be hilarious" after that he tightened the knot of his apron and started baking the giant treacle tart (he may be the hard boiled minister of magic of France, but baking was his passion).

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" came the enchanted voice of Madame Maxime "NOW COMES THE MOMENT WE WE ALL 'AVE WAITED FOR! THE DRAWING OF THE LUCKY WINNER OF THE ANNUAL BEAUXBATONS VALENTINE TOMBOLA!" Internally the half giantess thought "Why did she have to remember the damn midsummer incident from her second year?!" Appoline had a very good blackmail folder for nearly everyone.

"AND NOW, PLEASE WELCOME OUR INNOCENT 'AND! THE LOVELY FLEUR DELACOUR!" Accompanied by thundering applause, Fleur waked onto the stage and stopped next to the lottery wheel. She waved and smiled beautifully at the crowd. Harry was speechless, she looked like an angel or something. Black high heels and black knee socks that looked like paint on her skin. A golden skirt that stopped practically directly below her bum, revealing much of her very delicious thighs, hugged her lower body like a second skin. Her ample chest was covered (barely) by a silk white blouse. The push-up bra she wore (despite not needing it) pushed her breasts tightly together, creating a very very very mouth watering cleavage. Her dainty hands and forearms were covered in black gloves. She wore just the slightest bit of makeup, consisting only of a bit rouge and blood red lipstick. Her silver-blonde hair was braided elegantly and laid over her left shoulder. All in all, she looked straight out of an adult story if you know what I mean.

"NOW INNOCENT 'AND, PLEASE DRAW OUR BIG WINNER!" A few boys from Beauxbatons, that looked like they really wanted to be somewhere else right now, gave a rataplan and Fleur reached slowly into the wheel, rummaged around a bit (which did very interesting things to her upper anatomy) and pulled her arm out after a few moments. It was a very sensual movement as she raised the piece of parchment up. She held it just above the top of her cleavage, licked her lips and gestured to Madame Maxime to cast a sonorus charm on her. The headmistress followed and then Fleur's melodic voice echoed through the great hall. "AND THE GRAND PRIZE WINNER IS….. 'ARRY POTTER!" Applause echoed through the hall and Harry was half pushed, half dragged to the stage. After a few seconds he found himself standing directly before Fleur. He was nervous, aside from the few words they changed in the tent at the first task, their encounters could be counted using one hand and they were all more or less accidental. And she hit him every time. Huh, now that he thought about it, strange coincidence…. However, right now, Fleur was smirking at him seductively before she said "Congratulation 'Arry Potter. Now it eez time for your prize. You 'ave the choice. Your first option, a 'ole date night with moi" At this the whole hall erupted in enraged shouts, most of them were something along the lines "CURSE YOU POTTER!" Harry on the other hand looked nervously at Fleur, the past encounters he had with Fleur made him somewhat nervous. He didn't want to get hit again without a good reason. (by the way, he admitted that he partly deserved the slap she gave him in the prefect bathroom, he wanted to apologise for his ogling for a long time now) "Ok sounds lovely" he said in a dry voice "but what is the other option?"

Silence. Pure, shocked silence. Nobody would have thought that he could turn down such an opportunity. Fleur on the other hand smirked internally, this was perfectly going after the plan. "Or you will get what is behind curtain #2" At this point, a wooden podium was wheeled next to the stage, on top of it was a yellow curtain with a big "#2" painted on it. "And what is behind curtain #2?" asked Harry. "Ah ah ah" giggled Fleur, leaning forward while wiggling her finger. Harry blushed a bit, he got a very good look into the grand canyon. "Zat would ruin ze surprise non?" Seeing her point, Harry scratched his chin. Glancing between Fleur and curtain #2, he made his decision. "I'm sorry Ms. Delacour, but I'll choose curtain #2" Another roar echoed through the hall. The most prominent was "ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?!" Fleur however was pleased. Now for the next step.

"Alright 'Arry, ladies, please lift curtain #2!" A few of her classmates pulled on the ropes and the curtain parted. Behind the curtain was a giant treacle tart. Just one glance at it and one whiff of the scent had Harry's mouth watering. "Zat is right 'Arry. This giant tart is just for you! We 'ave cast several stasis charms on it so it stays fresh and warm. AND THIS CONCLUDES OUR LOTTERY! WE THANK EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED AND WISH YOU ALL A NICE VALENTINES DAY!" Slowly, the students and teachers were leaving the hall, many of them muttering how stupid Harry was for turning down a date with Fleur. But Harry didn't care, he was still drooling over the giant tart that was just for him. He rose the steps to the delicious treat where he found a dessert fork. Getting the hint, Harry grabbed it and immediately started devouring his prize. It tasted heavenly, and the fact that he didn't have time to eat today, caused him to lose himself in his favourite dish.

Below the podium stood Celeste and Appoline. Celeste held the vial with dragon blood, the barrel with the thermite stood before her. Appoline joined her to make sure nothing went wrong. "Are you sure this is a smart thing to do? I mean, Harry Potter is a hero…." asked Celeste, she started to have second thoughts about this. "Ah by the left tit of d'Arc, we're too far into it to call it off now. The plan is perfect my dear, but if you're getting cold feet, give me the blood and get out of here!" Appoline snatched the vial from the stunned girl and focused, Cleste shook her head and snuck out.

Appoline waited for the cue to drop the blood. And soon it came. "Are you enjoying the work of our finest bakers 'Arry?" Asked Fleur. That was the cue, Appoline opened the vial and dropped the blood onto the stronger thermite variant. She advised Fleur to trade the aluminium with magnesium. That would result in a much larger flame. Problem was, the hissing of the igniting powder hindered the hearing of the half-Veela. So she didn't hear her daughter shouting "WAIT!"

When Fleur asked Harry if he enjoyed the tart, he spun around quickly. So quick, that the fork flew out of his hand. An instinct he had thanks to his relatives was, that when he saw silverware flying or heard it hit the ground, he forgot whatever he was doing and went to pick it up. So, his fork sailed away, and to Fleurs horror, her assassination target jumped after it. Harry wasn't standing on the podium anymore, but Fleur was. Now the thing with the so-called "Super Thermite" is, it burns really quick. In fact so quick, that it took five seconds for the 100 kg to burn, reducing the wood and plate to ashes and causing something that made Pierre wet his pants in laughter. And the question that now rises is of course, what was that? Well, without any wood under it, the giant treacle tart dropped directly onto Appoline, and a second later Fleur, now also without footing, somehow managed to land head first in the tart.

Hearing the two shrieks and the loud french shouting, Harry rushed over. He was sad that his tart was ruined, but the safety of Fleur and whoever else was buried there was now more important. Using a strong cleaning charm, he watched how the remains of the tart and podium vanished and Fleur, together with a woman that looked like her slightly older sister, but was more likely to be her mother, came into view. Buuuuuuuut, he quickly averted his eyes. He must have overdone it with his spell. Because Fleur and her mother were now lying in a heap, butt naked. 'How the hell did I manage to vanish their clothes?' Thought Harry before he quickly ripped his coat and cloak off. He threw both towards the woman and said "I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to vanish your clothes! Thank god no one is in here. I PROMISE I didn't see much! Please don't beat me up!" The two women awkwardly slipped into the offered covers. Appoline left the hall as quick as possible, a furious blush on her face, Fleur meanwhile looked murderous but she quickly remembered the plan. "Zank you for zat 'Arry. I'm terribly sorry for zis incident, let's be glad nobody got hurt. To make amends, let's have zat date night you denied." Harry quickly shook his head "Nononononononononono, it's alright Ms. Delacour. It was an accident and I vanished your clothes. Let's call it even and go back to our normal routine alright?" Now Fleur shook her head "I insist 'Arry. It would be my shame if you didn't get compensated for zis!" Seeing that she was more stubborn than he was, Harry awkwardly nodded and agreed to meet with her on the 28th of February in front of the great hall at 7 pm. Harry left the hall feeling uneasy about this, Fleur was feeling ecstatic. Now she had the date night AND the second task where she could try to kill him.

Oh yeah, Pierre was found four hours later, unconscious and with wet pants by his wife. He had cramps whenever he breathed in too deep for the next two weeks.

6 pm, 28th of February

Today was her final chance. If Harry didn't die today, he would have proven himself as a worthy mate and Fleur would have to follow the tradition and instincts of her race. Which would mean:

-Tell him what she did and explain why she did it

-Ask him for forgiveness

-If he forgives her, start seducing him

-Inform him that he can choose one date for each month where she will try to kill him, even IF they marry

-Be and live happy

All in all, today's plan was simple. The allure raised the level of testosterone in a man's bloodstream. Using it on bikers, who already hat itching fists, would send them on a rampage. And even though Potter was cute (damn her instincts!) he was scrawny, meaning a few punches by these big guys would be enough to kill him. She only felt slightly bad about killing him after he saved her hide at the second task. Looking back, Fleur realised that her plan that day was more than dumb. She wanted to knock Harry out and hide his unconscious body at the bottom of the lake, where he would drown sooner or later. But she forgot that as a Veela, a creature of fire, her powers were extremely limited. So when she hid in the seaweed, waiting for Potter to arrive, she was swarmed by the Grindylows and knocked unconscious. And Harry swooped in, pulled her to the surface and then saved her sister Gabrielle, risking his life in the process. She still wanted to kill him, but as a thank you for saving her and her sister, Fleur did something that would make Harry immortal in Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. She gave him an almighty snog in front of the whole audience. And so the legend of "Harry Potter, saviour and seducer of Veelas" took flight. Pierre, while being angry with the whole "both daughters in danger" thing, had once again a very good laugh. Appoline was also strangely happy.

While Fleur was already prepared for the date/assassination, Harry was still getting dressed. Hermoine was helping him get dressed and styled properly. His best friend once again proved herself as a universal genius, she had by far the best fashion taste in all of Hogwarts. So when Harry told her about the date and the need for some new clothes, the bushy haired witch dragged him to Hogsmeade, where she spent the day having a lot of fun playing with her brand new Harry dress up doll.

At 6:55, Harry arrived in front of the great hall. He was dressed in stone washed jeans, sharp black sneakers and a dark blue shirt with a nice v-cut. His hair was a bit more ordered than normally, Hermoine also added a bit of hair gel so that it would stay the way it was now. To avoid embarrassment, she also applied a light sticking charm on his glasses so they would stay on his face. And lastly, his most prominent feature was the scar-weapon combination. Thanks to the shirt you could see the scar where the basilisk bit him in his second year. And around his neck hung the tooth that afflicted the nearly lethal wound.

Once he saw Fleur, he forgot how to breathe for a moment. She looked, once again, stunning. Red high heels, a knee length purple skirt and dark red blouse, this time both clothing articles were at least decently modest. Her makeup was once again light, just a bit of lipstick, rouge and eyeliner. Her hair was held in a ponytail, held up by a rich blue ribbon. She wore a tasteful amount of jewellery, each was placed perfectly.

"Oh la la Monsieur Potter. You look very 'andsome tonight" commented Fleur. "Ugh, thanks Ms. Delacour. You look beautiful as well, but that is hardly something new for you" said Harry before he nervously chuckled and looked around. Fleur's face exploded in a furious blush, Harry's compliment had a way bigger effect on her than she expected. Quickly regaining her focus, she grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. "Now 'Arry, I will cast a spell on you. It will allow you to speak and understand French for the 'ole night" "Why?" Asked Harry dumbly. Her melodic giggling drew him in "Why, because we will go to France. Here" She held up a quill "I 'ave a portkey. It will transport us to Toulouse, where there is a nightclub owned by my family. It will also bring us back here once the night is finished. Also don't worry, we 'ave the permission for zis by Madame Maxime. So, ready to 'ave some fun?" Grinning, Harry nodded and Fleur muttered the activation for the portkey and off they were.

Harry had to do a double take when he saw the name of the famous night club. Here he stood in Toulouse, a city he had never been to, and stared at the bright red neon sign over the door. It read "The Salty Spitoon''. And not in French, it was in english. "Are you sure this is the right address Ms. Delacour?" Fleur chuckled, his French with the British accent sounded really funny and cute. She grabbed his arm once again and pulled him towards the bouncer. "Of course we are right, Harry. And please, call me Fleur. Now come!" The bouncer was a big, muscular man. He stared down at the pair of teens before he asked in a deep voice "Welcome to the salty spitoon, how tough are ya girl?" Not bothering to answer, Fleur's right leg shot into the man's nether region. Harry winced in sympathy and the bouncer collapsed to his knees. "S-sorry for not recognising you Ms. Delacour. Please come in '' He wobbled aside and Fleur threw Harry a sexy smirk and with a "See you in a second" she walked in. The bouncer managed to get the pain under control and now he stared Harry down. "You know the boss' daughter?" Harry simply nodded. "Then ya must be a tough motherfucker, but how tough exactly are ya?" Harry scratched his chin in thought, what should he answer? When he saw the handle of a wand poking out of the man's back pocket, he quickly looked around to check if muggles were nearby. After making sure the coast was clear, Harry puffed out his chest before he said "I killed a basilisk and chased over a hundred dementors away with a single patronus charm" To emphasise his point, Harry showed the man the fang and scar. Laughing, the bouncer replied "Yeah so?" Harry grinned and answered "I'm fourteen" With eyes wide as dinner plates, the bouncer jumped aside and bowed lightly "Right this way sir, sorry to keep you waiting" Harry thanked the man politely and walked inside.

Walking in, Harry saw why the club was as popular as Fleur claimed it was. Loud music that was fully in trend played, the dance floor was very big and the bar was manned by 5 handsome young men and 5 beautiful young women. The prices for drinks were also quite cheap, and considering the entry fee, with just 100 francs you could have a very fun night. He quickly spotted Fleur, she was talking to one of the bar women. Making his way over to her, Harry accidentally bumped into a man who spilled his beer thanks to this. The guy turned around and looked down at Harry. He was a few years older than him, if Harry had to guess he'd say he was about 20. Brown-green eyes looked into his own emerald green ones, but after a few seconds the man looked at his beer sadly. "Aw man. If it didn't taste so bad I'd be pissed now. You ok kid?" Said the guy in a language Harry couldn't understand. It reminded him of the Durmstrang students but it wasn't quite the same. "Er sorry sir, I don't understand you" "Ah geez, sorry dude. Couldn't expect a French guy here to understand german. I asked if you were alright?" "Yeah I am, sorry for bumping into you sir. But I'm British, not French" "Oh so you speak english? Thank god, my French is shit haha" The man laughed, Harry had to chuckle too. "What's your name kid?" "I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you" The man didn't react to his name, so Harry concluded he was a muggle. "Nice to meet you Harry, call me Rappo. Come and meet my friends." Before Harry could protest, Rappo grabbed him and led him to a spot at the bar where three men in Rappo's age stood. The left one wore glasses and had a similar build as Rappo, meaning quite heavy but still muscular. The middle one was slightly chubby but still slender. He had long hair and also wore glasses. The one on the right was the slimmest of the three, he had short hair and was swaying a bit. "These are my friends, Tem, Nils and Erik. Guys, this is Harry and he just spilled my beer" The three guys laughed and greeted Harry who greeted back shyly. "Oi Giovanni!" called Rappo towards one of the bartenders, who made his way over. "Bring us two beers and a round of vodka with some pussy" Harry choked on his spit while Tem, Nils and Erik roared in laughter. After a few moments the bartender returned with two beers and five glasses. Rappo paid and handed Harry a beer and one of the glasses. "Pussy is a British energy drink. Tastes way better than red bull or some of that crap. Cheers!" He raised his glass and his friends replied in kind. Harry also raised his glass and downed it in one go. "Way to go kid" said Tem with a chuckle. "Are you alone here?" asked Nils. "No, I'm here with a ….friend? Acquaintance? Something like that. She's over there" He pointed towards Fleur who was still talking with the bar girl while glancing around. "Ah, the daughter of the owner" Said Erik. "Yeah that she is. I somehow won this night with her in a school tombola" "Tombola?" Asked Rappo. Harry nodded and told them the muggle friendly version of the annual Beauxbatons valentine lottery.

The funny thing is, the regulars Fleur had in mind were a group of German bikers. She often saw those four young men at the salty spitoon. After what she heard of them, they were perfectly normal muggles who came through Toulouse twice a month. And while they never initiated any kind of trouble, when they got drawn into it, they were able to hold their own without any trouble. And those four were the four guys Harry was now talking to. She still hasn't found Harry, but at least the four men were already here. Now she only had to wait for Harry and start blasting her Allure in full power. 'Muhahaha, this plan is really brilliant. Sometimes I stagger even myself with my genius' Fleur grinned and took another sip of her wine. So far so good. But the four guys were actually wizards from Germany, graduates from the "Merseburger centre of learning magic". All four were also immune to the Veela Allure, but not mainly due to some strong will power, it was mostly thanks to the fact that they spent most of their time drunk which resulted in them growing rather dense. But Fleur didn't know that. Uh oh….

"Yo Harry, that's a sick tooth you're wearing there" said Nils. The long haired man eyed the fang carefully. "Let me guess…..a basilisk?" Harry's eyes widened, these guys knew? "Y-you are wizards?" "Jup" replied Erik. "The four best graduates from our year. We graduated back in '92. Been working in our own company since then." Quickly the five young men entered a heated discussion over crazy stuff that happened in their respective schools. Harry had to give them props, the story how Rappo and Tem nearly blew the whole school up was crazy even by his standards. He also told them what really happened at the lottery. That was when things got weird. "You do know that there is no such tradition at Beauxbatons, right?" asked Tem. Harry's eyes widened. "Wait a sec…" mumbled Eric "You said you were here with Fleur Delacour right?" Harry nodded. The four exchanged a glance before they erupted in laughter. "Holy shit man, this is fucking gold!" gasped Tem "are you affected by her allure?" Confused Harry replied "Her what?" Now Nils launched into full lecture mode "All Veela possess a so-called Allure. It is an Aura that will increase the Testosterone in a man's bloodstream, making them more aggressive. It's a mix of self defence and looking for a mate. Only when you are immune to it, the Veela will consider you as a mate. But here things get tricky. When the Veela finds a man who is immune to her Allure, she will try to kill him. It's some kind of test to see if the man can protect the Veela and their young. Also, they will be really irritated for some time whenever they are close to the immune man."

"D-Does this mean.." Harry began "Yup, from what you told us, Fleur Delacour tried and failed to kill you for the last few weeks. And I wouldn't be surprised if she tries something tonight as well." said Rappo. "But don't worry, a classmate of ours was also a Veela. When she tried to kill her mate it always blew up in her face. If she failed to kill you till now, she will never succeed. So here is what we'll do" Rappo waved Giovanni over and slammed a 500 francs bill on the counter. "Giovanni, tonight neither Fleur Delacour nor Harry Potter will pay for anything, should they use more than those francs, inform me and I will pay it" The barkeeper nodded and walked away to inform his colleagues. "And now you will go over there and have a great night with that beautiful young lady over there. And don't be angry at her for what she did, it's her nature. Talk with her over it, sober" And with that Rappo pushed Harry towards Fleur.

Stumbling slightly, Harry made his way to Fleur. When he reached her, she smiled beautifully at him and asked "Where have you been Harry? I was afraid that the bouncer refused to let you enter" While she spoke with him, Fleur pressed her body very closely at Harry. Blushing, the black haired boy replied "Sorry Fleur, I bumped into a dude over there and had a quite nice chat with him" Nodding, Fleur turned towards the bar and took two glasses from it. She handed one to Harry before she quickly used a match to ignite the drinks. At Harry's confused look she said "This is the most popular drink here, it is called "The Flaming Moe", you ignite it before you -" Harry was sure that it was some kind of magic. There was simply no fucking way, that the motion of blowing out a flame could be so damn sexy. "blow out the flame and then drink it" And with that she downed her drink and, after shuddering a bit, motioned for Harry to do the same, which he did.

Three hours later, Harry was definitely drunk. Fleur gave him one Flaming Moe after the other, and in her overzealousness, made sure he always had at least a beer in hand. Harry was still confused why nobody asked him for an ID or at least his age. That Fleur used her privilege as the daughter of the owner never came into his mind. However, now that he was more than reasonably drunk, Fleur decided it was time for her final assassination attempt in her task of testing Harry Potter. Standing hidden near the dance floor, where she had placed a very drunk Harry. Everything was perfect. The bikers were on the dance floor, a few thugs and delinquents were also in the club that night. And the best thing, Harry was so drunk, he was basically standing on the moon. So now, Fleur flooded the whole club with her Allure and smiled an uncanny smirk. Grabbing a glass of her favourite wine, she leaned against the bar and watched the show.

And a show it was. The combination of alcohol and the Allure caused nearly every male in the club to go ballistic. All except five. In seconds, a full out bar brawl broke out, cups, bottles and, occasionally a small person, were flying around, punches were thrown, blood was flowing and screams were heard. The security staff was desperately trying to get the situation under control, but it was nearly impossible for the ten guards to get nearly a hundred rioting men under control.

Now, in the whole planning, Fleur and Appoline once again managed to forget a very critical detail. The Allure raised the testosterone in a man's bloodstream, that part was right. It made the man more aggressive, trying to get potential rivals away, that was also right. But the part the two Veelas forgot was that the riled up man would slowly advance towards the source of the Allure. Meaning, all of those drunk and aggressive guys creeped closer to Fleur, and they were now so riled up now, they wouldn't stop when she said "No"...so yeah, Fleur was now in way more danger than Harry, a fact she slowly became aware of. Harry, who was busily dodging fists and projectiles, saw this. He began worming his way through the mass of bodies, using his quick reflexes he soon managed to reach the terrified blonde. "COME!" He yelled and grabbed her hand. Pulling her along with him, the two teens nearly managed to reach the exit, before they were once again surrounded by vandals. But then suddenly "ADAMAS!" Cried four voices. At once, everyone with the exception of Harry and Fleur were frozen. One of the four voices said "Sobrii" And with that, Harry and Fleur both were sober again. "Quick now you two, the spell doesn't last long!" Now Harry finally recognised the voice of Nils. He and Erik were clutching their wands, Sweat was running down their faces. Strong hands snaked around Harry and Fleur and the next moment they both found themselves thrown over a shoulder and they quickly left the club.

Fifteen minutes later, Fleur and Harry were gently lowered to the ground in an empty alley. Now they found out that their carriers were Rappo and Tem. Nils and Erik were standing a bit away, both were chugging multiple bottles of beer. "Holy fragaroli, that was close! You two alright?" said Tem. Rappo gave him a light slap on the head and said "Dork! They don't speak german. Everything ok with you two?" The pair of teenagers nodded. " *BURP~~~* great, in that case, can we go now? I have to drop a load!" The voice of Erik said. "Yeah good idea, I'm tired, bye you two, hope you still have a fun night" Waved Nils before he and Erik turned and started to walk away. Tem and Rappo also gave a short goodbye before they also tried to leave. "WAIT!" cried Fleur. As the only one who could understand French at least a bit, Rappo stopped and looked at Fleur. "Yeah?" He asked. Switching into english, Fleur practically screeched "YOU MORONS CASTED A SPELL IN A ROOM FULL OF MUGGLES! 'OW COULD YOU BE SO STUPIDE?! ARE ALL GERMANS SUCH BALLOTS?!" Scratching his head Rappo waved her off and said "You don't know that spell? I would have thought that a seventh year student would know about it….." Now it was Tem's turn to smack Rappo. "Who's the dork now? Susi invented that spell and he never writes anything down" nodding Rappo turned back to Fleur "Alright listen Frenchie, that spell freezes the mind and body of all magic-free humans in a certain area. Problem is, we haven't yet figured out how you can control who you freeze so it still is a very draining spell. So don't worry, we didn't break the statue of security. See ya!" and with that, the four left the alley and were quickly out of sight.

"So…" began Harry. He was unsure what he should say now. The situation itself was confusing enough. Fleur on the other hand was scowling. Only one last attempt left. She reached towards her left leg, where she strapped the knife on. But her hand grabbed air. Frantically patting her legs and hips, she searched for her knife. Harry on the other hand had no idea what she was doing. "Uh, you looking for something?" Asked the concerned boy. "Wh-where is it damn it?" growled Fleur. The more she searched, the wetter her eyes got. "N-no, th-th-th-this can't be" Tears were now slowly flowing down her cheeks. Harry now rushed to her and took her in his arms. "Fleur, what's the matter? Why are you crying?" The quarter Veela, now openly crying, began to tell Harry everything.

You know what's funny? Once a Veela starts to tell her target what she did, her soul would get bound to him. From that moment on, she would be emotionally dependent on him. It would destroy her mind if he now rejects her. "S-so my dear Harry, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" She looked at Harry with big, teary eyes, a look he was unable to turn away from. After a few seconds, he sighed and said "I guess I can forgive you. It's not like it was a completely new experience for me, at least this time the person who wanted to kill me is quite the looker" He smiled at her before the blonde beauty tackled him to the ground and gave him an almighty snog, unlike the one after the second task, this time she meant it.

From there on, the life of Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour was inextricably entangled. Quickly they agreed on the one day where Fleur would try and kill Harry, the day was the 28th of each month. Also, Fleur never left his side. She was practically glued to Harry, she refused to continue sleeping in the carriage, instead she insisted on sharing his bed with him, that resulted in a very complicated restructuring of the Gryffindor sleeping arrangement (read she threw the other four boys out of the dorm room and violently stood her ground against anyone who tried to kick HER out (how dare they?)). Another interesting thing about a bounded Veela is, only SHE is allowed to hurt her mate, and only on the appointed day. So everytime Draco or Snape tried to do something against Harry, they found themselves falling victim to a very pissed off Veela's antics. Looking back, Harry was really impressed how Fleur pulverised five of the ten death eaters that arrived at the graveyard after the third task. She even managed to blow an arm of Voldemort off.

After the school year ended, Fleur quickly took an apprenticeship as a charms mistress under professor Flitwick, which resulted in her being at Hogwarts for Harry's fifth year. After his first detention with Umbridge, the pink toad was never quite the same. She quickly packed her stuff and left the school and possibly even Europe.

However, thanks to Fleur, a lot of deaths were avoided. Thanks to her fire force, every member of the order made it out alive from the ministry after the battle against the death eaters. When Dumbledore told Harry (and by extension Fleur) the prophecy, the french witch forced the aged Headmaster to tell them everything he knew. Thanks to her dear Papa, the Horcruxes, once they figured it out, were quickly found and destroyed. Voldemort fell at Harry's wand at the end of sixth year.

That all was now many decades in the past. Harry and Fleur were happily married and had four beautiful children, two girls and two boys, each came as twins. The girls, Lily Hermoine and Celeste Appoline, inherited the Veela trait of their mother, but with the green eyes of their father. The boys meanwhile, called James Pierre and Sirius Remus, had the black hair of their father but ocean blue eyes, and they sure as hell inherited the mischievous streak of their namesakes. Harry, not wanting to force Fleur to quit her passion (charms and teaching) also took an apprenticeship as a defence master under Remus Lupin, who was re-employed after a few new laws that favoured magical creatures got signed and the curse on the defence position was destroyed. After a few years teaching himself, Harry got promoted to Hogwarts Headmaster, and his beloved wife got immediately appointed as deputy-headmistress.

Thinking back how it all started, Fleur smiled fondly. Life was truly good. Once again thanking her Papa and Maman for their help, Fleur let the huge rock pendulum go, today was the 28th January 2060, time for another assassination attempt. Staring at the rock as it swung back towards her, Fleur cursed the fact that she forgot to consider that Harry might be WALKING!

The End :D

Hello and welcome to this oneshot. I hope you liked it, for my part, I had a lot of fun writing this. The idea for this came from a post on Reddit, unfortunately the original poster is deleted/banned from Reddit (On this part, I want to add that Reddit is a fucking Kindergarden. Once you post something that is just the tiniest bit controversial, you get banned! FUCK REDDIT!") However, I the dude/duderina who made the original post reads this story, shoutout to you for the amazing idea of a Will E. Coyote Fleur! Leave a review and tell me what you think of this.

Oh yeah, I hid a few references to a total of four different shows in this story. Who can find all and tell me what shows I used? :D

BTW, the four German dudes and the guy they mentioned are OC's based on myself, three of my friends and an old teacher of ours.

Bye :D