Two languages speaking, but it will be obvious between the French and English. I promise no translating this time. This one came out sooner than I thought as my other fanfiction is just not piecing together as I hoped so sorry about that. A little longer wait for that one. Happy reading!
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Céleste Gabriella Delacour was a very powerful and intimidating Veela. She has held the monarch position of her clan for many years and through a few generations. Every foolish challenger that came upon her wanting the seat for themselves; Céleste destroyed them easily while she held her head high in proof she earned her standing and would continue to lead her people. She was a peacekeeper at heart but would not refrain from using force and show of power to anyone or thing that dare threaten her clan, her people or her family.
After the birth of her first child, Céleste became very protective over her family as it grew one by one. She was very troubled as her daughter's grew older they became distant from her as they went further and further into the modern world following their father's footsteps. The first time they got their wands to their attending a wizarding school, Céleste believed she was really losing her children. Before she knew it they were grown and with time they each found their one true love through their Veela's instincts added to the feeling of a powerful bond. She felt that it was her responsibility as both a mother and leader to scrutinise all the potential partners of her beloved daughters, but needless to say they all passed her tests so she gave them blessings before they were wed in a Magical Ceremony. The elder Delacour was losing faith in her girls as they were leaving the Veela heritage to merge themselves into the Wizarding world. Céleste's heart was put at ease in this time when her eldest daughter, Apolline's mate came to her asking that he be wed into her family rather than her daughter marry out. She agreed and welcomed him as a Delacour.
Céleste became the happiest Veela on the planet the day she became a grandmother to a beautiful, blonde haired, blue eyed baby girl. Her eldest, Apolline was glowing with pride as she showed off her adoring little baby who she named Fleur Isabelle Delacour. The child was adorable and Céleste took every chance she could to dote on the girl with gifts and praise. Not long after that her other daughters began to have children of their own as did many of the other can members. The Veela family grew and Céleste became aglow with such pride. Apolline even managed to have their youngest when Fleur was nine, much to her mother's amusement.
Céleste became a little more heartbroken in time as her growing family seemed to stray further from their Veela origins and away from her. Although Apolline did have the area surrounding their forest under contract and protection from the Ministry itself, sometimes Celeste simply wished she could show the little ones how Veela really were. It appeared that her petite Fleur caught onto this feeling from the elder and when she was old enough she wanted to know everything she could about her Veela side and she wanted to learn from the best. Céleste saw in the girl her culture's future and she was so proud.
It was the morning when news came upon her delicate ears that caused the Elder monarch to storm her way from her treasured homeland of forests and raw power to the manor of her heir and she was not happy in the slightest. Word had reached her through whispers of tongue that her petite Fleur, her first grandchild, the one who she was most proud of (though never admit such to anyone else for favouritism) had grown up. Yes, she knew that the years did pass and no one could stay a small child forever but this was not something she would sit idly by and allow. Watching her daughters find their soul companions one by one and leave her for their own lives but her grandbaby! Never!
Letting herself in through the main entrance without so much as a welcome or giving any word of announcement Céleste went in search; first would be finding her daughter or better yet her grand-daughter for some sort of explanation. Now she wasn't a completely unreasonable being, she simply held some things in such a regard that they are unreachable by anyone unless she deemed otherwise. This applied to her family and her Veela culture of course. Her attention snapped to her left as the first signs of life came from inside the house. Eldest daughter Apolline intercepted her mother from an adjacent room before she could make her way further into the household.
"Mother, I wasn't expecting you to arrive today. Was there an owl that I missed or…" watching as her mother simply walked on passed her, it took Apolline a moment to catch up with the situation to follow then successfully pause Céleste on her warpath. The posture of the elder Veela woman showed her very little appreciation on being forced to stop her mission.
"Apolline, you are obstructing me from seeing my grandchild and this so called 'The One'" the soft hand gestures given her way said no harm.
"Mother, I understand that it is not normal how this happened but please understand that things will work out how they are meant to" Apolline was really hoping her mother wouldn't jump into conclusions that meant harm to her daughter's heart or her significant other. The appearance of her sisters gave a small amount of relief.
"Mom you should listen to her. This isn't like your history lessons about the Veela. It is simply Fleur found the one her Veela side likes" Dominique spoke softly to her fuming mother as she stood to the side casually. The remaining sister nodded her head in agreement.
"So the girl found her one and only, why are you so angry about it Mother?" Estelle tilted her head along with the question, a trait still retained from her childhood. Céleste was beginning to regret allowing her Veela clan permission to visit and live within the mansion when they felt the need for family contact. With her senses she could tell there were more about the house just waiting to intercept her if she did get past her charming little bébés.
The full blooded Veela couldn't begin to explain the complexity that this outcome could bring. Her linage was losing itself the wizarding world and soon she feared that it would be lost to the muggle world also. Her descendants and those of her fellow Veela were disregarding their nature as time went onwards; she was only slightly uplifted the next generation still had some Veela like appearances. Of course, admitting to everyone that her petite grandbaby was no longer that wasn't an option to her, it secured some hope within herself the end wasn't coming too soon.
"You girls do not understand, this is…" the door that previously open before opened again this time revealing the one who was near centre to the current conversation the Veela family was having.
"Grandmère! I am so 'appy you're 'ere! I 'aven't been to visit of late, I apologize Grandmère but zis day" Céleste was shocked to hear the girl give a high pitched squeak "I 'ave been waiting for, since I first saw 'er. You will love 'er, I just know it" Fleur gave her mystified maternal grandmother a quick hug before disappearing off into another room a big smile on her face.
"That is what I am talking about. My little Fleur does not do that! Whoever this person is that has brainwashed her so will have no place within my clan. She is even speaking this…" Céleste really was losing her mind to the building emotions of rage. Her daughters could see it too.
"Maman it's English, we understand zat you are uneasy wiz zis idea but you cannot just…" Dominique tried to explain calmly.
"Uneasy? That is the least of how I feel right now. My Fleur will not be corrupted by this…"
"Ah Mother, I believe you mean Apolline's Fleur…last I recall she was her daughter first before your granddaughter…" the eldest watched as her sisters giggled to themselves over the rare moment of their sire's verbal mistake.
"Mother I know you are very traditional. Fleur has accepted her Veela as much as she could, knowing that that is what you would want and in the process of so, she found her love. Can you not be happy for her with that?" Apolline asked the elder softly. Céleste didn't want to acknowledge any truth in her daughter's words. Her pride wouldn't allow her so.
"Of course being muggle-born does add a little to the mix. We were confused at first but…" Apolline shot her sister a nasty look to say no more than she already has but it was too late. Céleste snapped her eyes to Estelle before looking to her eldest for some sort of explanation. Not receiving any she scowled before making her way around the three to continue her original path. Apolline quickly followed the storming woman.
"You did not think to tell me this?! How could you let your daughter do something as believing that a muggle-born would…"
"Maman! You cannot 'onnestly believe zat being a muggle-born effects zis in anyway. Zat is ridiculous, I would be 'orrified if Fleur 'eard you say zat. She loves 'er muggle-born witch more zan…" Céleste froze.
"Her? This muggle-born you are talking about is a girl?!" Apolline glared at her mother in disappointment.
"Of everything you have been told this, I would think you'd be delighted to hear. She is a young talented beautiful witch who has done many amazing things at the young age she is. She is still in her schooling years!"
Céleste was not in any way shocked, horrified or disgusted that her petite grandchild Fleur was to be mated to a woman. The thought came to her as a relief of all things compared to the raging thoughts transpiring through her head. Veela nature was to keep to themselves within their sanctuary of their habitat. Through their own evolution they were assisted by the magic of their forest to reproduce without the need of a male, as the generations passed it became the norm that Veela mate only between females. The cultural shock was when they began to extend themselves out into the magical world and some began to mate with men and leave behind their core nature. Céleste didn't let her daughters roam far and she certainly wouldn't let anyone else be affected by this'Muggle-born' who was to steal Fleur even further from them into the Muggle world.
"I will not allow Fleur to be deceived by such a girl. She will be lost to us before we can try saving her. This 'Muggle' couldn't even begin to comprehend our nature nor care in any likes!" Apolline gave a delicate smile before replying.
"Zen I suggest you meet ze girl before you judge 'er. I remember correctly zat my own fa'zer was not of ze Veela culture you so pride yourself in. You are ze one to begin zis new generation. Come Maman"
The two women walked down the quiet hallway together with the tension still high. It wasn't until the sounds of soft laughter came from a closed room did Apolline stop and gestured for Céleste to see for herself. Steeling her nerves, the Elder matriarch opened the door silently to see what she was meant to 'witness' that would prove her lifetime of instincts wrong. The door moving induced no reaction from the occupants about the room as their attention was well concentrated on the central figure sending a swarm of colourful sparks asunder from her wand. Céleste came into a state of suspension while the world moved on without her.
Hermione Jean Granger, a young woman at the age of 17 sat upon the edge of a rather large rug surrounded by very small beings. The humor of the situation she found, was besides the younger blonde beside her Gabrielle, she was the only human being within the room. Just like the small girl seated on her lap happily trying to grasp the falling sparks, all the small children were offspring from the clan. All of them were pure Veela; even the young lads who Hermione learned of late held Veela blood but would lose all traits and magic when they come of age leaving them as only simple wizards. The brunette really wanted to ask more about how it all worked but sadly Fleur left her to fend for herself with the little ones for her own devices elsewhere in the huge mansion of a home. Gabrielle was her only remaining ally. Hermione really wasn't paying all that much notice when the young ones started demanding her attention.
The 'of age' British girl didn't have much experience with young children, toddlers especially being an only child and not having many friends before her time at Hogwarts that she could remember. Hermione did however read "keeping them entertained" was the best way to handle them. Pulling out her wand the moment they started to get on the edge of crying she began flinging bright charms all over the room. Their squealing and laughter made her smile with a little excitement herself. It was adorable. Who knew kids could be so much fun? She even showed them her infamous blue flame that she securely placed within a jar for safety and let them pass around as they liked. It wasn't long that both herself and the blonde completely forgot about the adults elsewhere in the home and enjoyed their time with the baby Veela.
Céleste covered her mouth as her expression shifted to that of heart-felt. Those dark curls, beautiful chocolate brown eyes and cheerful expression send her back decades into the past to the first time she met Nicolas. He was a tall fellow she met by pure chance, who then changed their lives forever. Céleste watched the adorable scene before her with her eyes slowly tearing up; Apolline didn't see it or said nothing to ruin the moment. It had been many years since the passing of her beloved husband and mate. The girls took it much better than she did as her days were filled with the memories and dearest moments she missed because of that one accident. Céleste saw within the young woman before her the chance her Fleur would have. The life the two would create together and everything their future would entail. At that moment one of the small boys sneezed loudly as one of the sparks near flew up his nose. The small shock made the boy sprout a few feathers in his hairline which the rest of them found very amusing and so adorable. The blonde woman couldn't help but smother the chocked giggle she gave before quietly closing the door.
Apolline stood there still with her arms folded, she needed not say a word nor criticise her mother for her previous actions. The matriarch took her time to clean up her expression before turning around all the while still within her inner thoughts, she let Apolline lead them away. Her return to the foyer with her daughter did catch the attention of the remaining family. Fleur had returned from wherever she had run off to and was conferring with her Aunts when they saw their sires return. The atmosphere much calmer than what it was; all of them were thankful for that. Céleste took in carefully the look each of them held with their eyes. The most prominent was Fleur and Apolline, who she felt she needed to apologise to. Steeling herself for a moment she released a breath.
"I must say I am surprised. A muggle-born able to catch the eye of my little grandchild" Céleste held up a hand to stop whatever Fleur was going to say. "She is your mate, I will not argue. There is nothing I can do. The magic has done its work and she will be welcome within the clan" Céleste almost chuckled at the looks of such relief her daughters gave her, that along with the bone-crushing hug Fleur was assaulting her with told Céleste how happy she was at her approval. Wondering how such a little girl caught so many of her family's hearts was one thing the Elder wanted to investigate further.
"I expect the announcement to happen soon. I do not wish to wait for the ceremony" Fleur looked up to her beloved family head.
"Ceremony Grandmère?"
"The wedding of course. You think I will let such a thing slide. No. We must have it soon. A grand celebration yes…"
"Grandmère! But it is too soon! 'Ermione 'as yet to finish 'er final schooling year and…!" Apolline gently placed her hand on her hysterical daughter's shoulder gently.
"Maman, perhaps we should wait a little before forcing the girls into some'zing like zis too quickly. 'Ermione is only meeting ze family zis first time. We do not wish to scare 'er off so soon do we?" Céleste both admired and hated her daughter's logical mind at times like this. She agreed.
"Very well, but I expect the wedding to happen quickly. I want to hear my future great-grandchildren running through these halls and I will not tolerate a child before marriage" Céleste didn't bother with a proper farewell or even giving them any goodbye, her words were quite clear in her opinion. She'll be hearing from them soon enough.
Fleur watched her grandmother leave through the same doors she entered not minutes before thinking how such wonders could make the traditional lady change herself so. She couldn't help but chuckle at remembering who she was referring to. Her grandmother sure had herself a challenge in the future, because she had yet to see everything her darling Hermione could do. Not knowing the younger girl's reaction when the day came to officially meet Céleste was a slightly worrying thought but the girl was a Gryffindor. She could brave it. Fleur hoped.
Hey guys! Latest didn't have the fluffy affection like the previous or the length, sorry. But I do want a little more than just moments between our two loving ladies. There is plenty of family involvement to come and soon there will be other stories with our favourite duo of boys! Reviews are welcome, all shapes and sizes. Plus if anyone wants to see more (or less) of some idea(s) let me know okay! I'm still getting the hang of the site's settings and system so sorry for odd breaks or spacing. I promise I am learning!
Next Time: We have a look into a day at Hogwarts with our Golden Trio! Plus a few extras!