Hey everyone. Sorry for the long wait on this series. This particular one-shot really had me stumped because it isn't following our lovely leading ladies for once. It's another character that's just downright annoying to write. Anyway, hope you like it and leave me a review to excite over and think about. I'm not too sure on what the next one will be, I have a few ideas to roll round in my head. I have been asked for a 'Part 2' for Acceptable as well as another one-shot of them in their fourth year.
Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
'Bold' speaking is French
'Normal' speaking is English
Summer Solstice
He had to silently brood over the exaggerated size of the front doors; there had to be a limit to one's outward display of financial privilege. Then again his parents were known for 'showing off' just like they were doing to him since his last days of school. Magical ability, outstanding grades and even his sporting achievements; nothing would be forgotten in the near perfection that was to be a proper 'son'.
"Regis, concentrate. We are here to make a good impression. I expect only the best from my boys" His mother Lorraine, an elder woman with shoulder length brown hair curled neatly into a bun was glaring at him with her cold shady green eyes. She was a witch of pure descent and held bloodlines in such high regard, when she was arranged to marry his father there was no attempt made to do otherwise but what was to keep the wizarding bloods strong. A loveless marriage it seemed to be, but Regis didn't care. The two were strong together, loyalty is what he would call it. His father held the status while his mother held the image. What a perfect made wizarding family.
"I will not have our family's name smeared through the mud because we don't carry ourselves at this meeting. They are Delacours, the highest standing family in this country and we must peak their interest if we are to get in favour" ah, his father's ever comforting words. The man was a Ministry Official and since his position was to represent the French Ministry in matters of Information trade and exchange he became rather self-absorbed. Regis took after his father in looks; the same facial structure, black hair and hazel eyes but that was it. Unlike his two elder brothers who followed their sire into the workplace, Regis was glad he advanced further with his Potion skills and became a well-known Alchemist; often consulting for the Ministry when he was called upon. His mother took the praise into the 'family name' and loved to 'talk' about her son's skills to whoever had an ear. His brother's didn't see him so highly.
"Worry not mother, father. I'm sure Regis will do as expected concerning these 'Half-breeds'" the eldest son spoke his condescending words with a snarky under-tone. The man was almost an exact replicate for their mother; took after her snobbish ideals too. Truth be, Regis didn't know the exact reasoning behind their invitation but his father told him to act professional and as a pure-blood should; never a good sign.
"Enough, our arrival is to be formal. Regis at my side" breathing out his internal building emotional knot, the young man followed just behind his parents as they finally entered the looming estate. The first thing to greet his eyes was not what he expected. There was no one to welcome them; only the large entrance space illuminated by the enormous chandelier above their heads. Once the doors silently closed themselves in the wake all that left was the sound of their heartbeats pumping through their ears. A second went by before his mother spoke.
"How dare they; not welcoming their guests. Oh the nerve of these creatures" if Regis wasn't beyond his mother's vision he dare not smirk as he found himself doing. A sight to his right did catch their attention quickly at the arrival of a beautiful young woman in a summer dress made of glimmering blue and green silk. Her blonde hair was long and shimmering without the need of magic; her skin slightly pale yet vibrant. Her eyes were a grey-blue as she took in each and every person standing before her. With a flowing movement she curtsied with such grace it would've been unmatched.
"Bonjour, I must welcome you into our 'ome. Please forgive my absence upon your arrival, my grand-mère was discussing zings wiz me I could not avoid. Follow me s'il vous plaît. We 'ave everyone toge'zer in ze gardens" her voice was like a wind-chime, a beautiful and alluring tone that swept over them like a soft breeze. As she spoke English with her delicate accent, Regis couldn't help but stare at her longingly. When his parents gave no reply the young female turned round, her hair fanning out with the movement and she lead them onwards. It wasn't a moment later did his father start to follow, his obedient wife and sons following in his wake. By the look in his father's eyes Regis could tell the man was silently brooding over their treatment already. No formal welcoming, an insulting approach with the young woman 'escorting' them to where ever the rest of the family was waiting and possibly the worst was her lack of speaking their native tongue.
"You will 'ave to excuse us if we do not appear organised. You see it is our Summer festival time and we are keen to 'ost zis party like non o'zer" The young woman lead them out two open glass doors that obviously came onto the back gardens where they became encased in sounds, smells and colours. She was once again speaking in English; Regis hated the language. It seemed so undignified and obscure. Yet even with the lovely accent the young woman had he still felt the revolting tingle course through him. Forcing himself to breathe through it he set his eyes on the massive numbers scattered about the landscape. Children of various ages, obviously related to the Veela bloodline were running about in a game of tag; their efforts were extreme enough to rudely run through groups of adults and near tumble into tables yet no one batted an eyelash. If anything the amused parents just laughed to edge on their behaviour more. Regis could feel his mother stiffening at the sight; she a stickler for manners wasn't going to do well at this party.
"My grand-mère will be waiting for you. Please come zis way. She sends 'er apologies; unable to meet you personally before today. 'Owever she zought zat you would enjoy our family celebrations. Please enjoy yourself while I go find 'er" and with that the beautiful Veela woman just vanished through the crowds after bringing the wizards deep into the heart of the party. The family just stood together rather awkwardly, left by their guide in the wilds of the growing festivities. Regis felt his parents straighten in insult. 'Great, well done for first impressions Delacour's'
"That ignorant, selfish, brash girl. I can't believe we have to let this family do this to our sweet boy. I hope, you will teach them how we properly present ourselves" the voice of his mother rang through his ears and like the obedient child he nodded in understanding.
"Yes mother"
"While I am disgusted at our treatment upon arrival I will say this only once" his father's dark eyes turned to each of his family members. "They are Delacour's; the most influential and powerful wizarding family in France. We are about to meet their matriarch, Celeste Delacour; she is seen as a very powerful woman with a very sharp mind. Do not underestimate her or her words. Do not speak unless spoken to and I must insist that no one mention anything in relation to this family's….bloodline" The youngest could tell his father was really trying to withhold his disgust and pure rage at having to actually say the words let alone follow them.
"You must be Regis, if I am not mistaken" the young man turned to his right and was confronted by a tall woman. Her beautiful features and alluring aura easily confirmed her creature's blood; he would've assumed she was his mother's age but such things couldn't be confirmed with Veela and yet she had something else about her; something soothing at the same time. Her blue eyes were taking in every inch of his being and the small smile played across her lips seemed to be one of humour, not acceptance.
"You would be correct Madam. If I may be so bold as to ask whom I am speaking to" Regis replied with a polite bow of the head; the action seemed to cause a slight giggle escape the woman. All eyes went to her as she covered her mouth in a very mannered way.
"Please excuse my be'aviour young man but everyone knows 'o you are. It is 'ardly a secret zat ze newest companion to join our beloved clan is a young wizard. Please do take ze time to enjoy and introduce yourself to ze family. We're very excited to 'ave you 'ere. But we're still waiting before we can formally begin; an important guest 'as yet to arrive" with that the Veela turned away and left the magical wizards to themselves.
"What a very rude lady"
"She didn't even acknowledge us"
"And who did she mean by 'important guest'? Are we not important?" the two brothers were going back and forth until their father gave them a pointed looked. Seemed Regis wasn't the only one unsettled by the woman; he was very confused as to what exactly her words meant. 'Join their clan?'
"Ah zere you are. I 'ad 'oped you wouldn't get lost wizin zis mess of people. Come in, come in. We do not bite. Much" striding her way towards them was the hostess of the evening. The perfectly presented ever powerful Celeste Delacour; Veela matriarch of the family. She was smiling brightly and had her arms wide open in a welcoming gesture. Regis had a few darker thoughts on the rightful welcomes they should've received but it would have to do. It took him two seconds to realise the young Veela woman they'd first met had returned with the elder. Holding herself ever properly and with a slight blush when she noticed his staring.
"Madam Delacour, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. This is my wife Lorraine…"
"Ah oui! Of course, a pleasure. Terribly sorry Monsieur but we do not speak Français at my parties. Non, we practise our English because ze petite ones need to learn it. I'm sure you do not mind so much oui? Ah Regis. A fine young man, come forward let me look at you" Celeste beckoned the wizard towards her as though she didn't just rudely interrupt the family head with her blunt words. Slightly stunned at the scene himself, Regis did as commanded and stepped forwards and almost instantly a firm hand was looped through his arm; suddenly he found himself being the escort for possibly the most powerful woman in France. Where she led, he followed.
"Ah, Madam Delacour it is truly a…" he coughed to correct himself when fierce eyes turned on him and a cold shiver wrecked his spine. "Ah, I mean…It is a pleasure to be invited to such an event. My family 'ave never 'ad ze privilege before to see such enchanting festivities…"
"Oh of course not. We wouldn't ever invite people such as zem to zis sort of zing but we needed to get you 'ere some'ow didn't we boy?" Regis suddenly felt that shiver crawl back up his spine at the tone of her voice and settle in his brain. All niceties were dissolved as he turned to look at the slightly shorter witch, her gleaming eyes were almost pure black, their colour felt lifeless. Taking a step back in fear, Regis tried to pull himself together.
"I 'ope you listen very carefully young wizard. Ze only reason you are 'ere today is because my granddaughter found some'zing in you zat I 'ave yet to see…of coure you will 'ave to prove yourself to ze rest of zis family before we allow you into our world of secrets. 'Owever zat does not mean you are wizout even a little bit of 'ope" the Veela matriarch tidied up the man's robes with a gentle touch. "Zis festival is a chance for you to show us 'ow worthy of my petite girl you really are…or zere will be dire consequences. Your dear mo'zer and fa'zer will do no'zing to 'elp you of course; Am I clear?" Celeste's voice was an endless ring of pure unrestrained power.
The flow of her voice went further than just his ears; it rang through his soul like a chiming toll. Barely managing to confirm with a nod, Regis only then noticed that they had managed to tactfully place themselves on the opposite side of the garden from his family; even if he wanted their help, it would be useless. There were dozens of Veela present along with their own magical partners and children; outnumbered was a divine understatement. Luckily the atmosphere broke when the same lovely young woman approached.
"Grandmo'zer, zey 'ave arrived!" Regis had never seen a smile light up someone's face like it did with Celeste; it was like the sun held no further radiance compared to that of the woman before him. With an awakening gasp from the Veela elder Regis found himself in a whole new situation.
"It is about time! I zought I told zose girls to be 'ere earlier zen zis. I cannot believe it! Keeping us all waiting like zis!" Celeste didn't bother to excuse herself as she stormed her way through the masses to the open door of the home. Without any means of consent Regis found himself physically stopping the other woman from following her with a hand on her arm. When she looked back at him with surprised blue orbs the wizard almost found himself frozen.
"What is your name?" he didn't know if he spoke in French or English but neither seemed to phase the girl's response a second later.
"Aeron" and with that she vanished again. It came upon his mind that he would be seeing that Veela a lot more before the day would end. A building crowd over by the doorway as children and adults' swarmed together around what seemed to be new visitors. The welcoming almost left a sour taste in his mouth as his own family greeting was far from this, whomever they were, they couldn't possibly match up to his parents. Barely holding his manor in check, Regis decided to investigate just whom was causing such a fuss; luckily the crowd parted before he could take a step.
Standing side by side under the glass doorway, were two beautiful woman; a couple by the obvious signs. The taller, by his opinion slightly older female was the relation. Her long shimmering blonde hair was tied back in a casual high ponytail, she had light make-up on to accent her stunning blue eyes and when she smiled to her waiting family, perfectly straight white teeth finished the near perfection that was a Veela. Regis caught her name from the over talkative ladies currently waiting their turn to embrace the couple with excitement; Fleur. He thought it was rather fitting for such a maiden to be called so; the stunning beauty, the mystery behind the delicate look and the possibility of a sharp strike hidden just behind the softness of petals. Regis wasn't sure if he knew the name well; 'Fleur Delacour'. He could only assume she was the direct line from Celeste but that helped little. The matriarch had three daughters and each had at least one child; the numbers continued to build the further out the family went. There wasn't just the main family in attendance, many branched families were also mingling with other members of the clan. However only one was to succeed the Veela elder as head of the stunningly powerful clan; that was something of importance Regis had to discover.
"Mione!"
"'Ermione, it is good to see you"
"Hermione welcome back"
"Mi'ne!" the voices overlaid each other as the girl's name became very apparent, and quite obnoxiously English.
"'Ermione, I'm so glad you could make it. Zis wouldn't 'ave been a party wi'zout you dear. Come, come. Ze children of course are wanting zeir usual enchantments, but we zought zat you might like to relax first. After your long journey and all zat" Celeste was all over the young female and it was thanks to her personally escorting the witch from the crowd and rambunctious children that Regis got to see her fully; he wasn't impressed to say the least. Plain wavy brown hair fell just past her shoulders, brown eyes were observing her surroundings; she couldn't have been very tall since she was well shorter than her counterpart and of course Celeste was half a head taller. The wizard honestly couldn't find one thing appealing about this witch. Not even her perfectly straight white teeth.
"Mione! Mione!"
"Gabrielle! It's so good to see you. How have you been?" a smaller Veela girl practically tackled the brunette witch in the fiercest hug the pureblood wizard had ever seen. Apparently intimate actions such as this were common among the clan; the young man hoped he personally wouldn't have to get accustomed to it. Their idle chit-chat was starting to grate on his nerves but for a second he caught the girl's eye. Their dark colour would've been unsettling if not worth some wary but he had already seen the power behind a Veela's glare. Still he could obviously see her confusion and curiosity spike at his presence; especially when Celeste gestured him over.
"'Ermione, I will only keep you a moment longer. Zis is Regis, 'e is ze newest member of ze family. Or will be I should say. Regis, zis is our beloved 'Ermione. She is ze reason we must all speak English" Celeste spoke with such a playful tone, the man honestly didn't know what happened to the mannered woman he first met not minutes ago. The smaller brunette witch glared back at the tone.
"Celeste! I told you I'm trying. And Fleur isn't a very good teacher in this circumstance. Besides we were too busy for us to sit down and practise my French all that much"
"Oh I'm sure my dear sweet grandchild!" at that moment the matriarch took the girl up in her arms and the two couldn't stop their laughter as the atmosphere turned warm and joyful. Regis didn't know what to do as he watched, the words not really processing in his head. When the two did finally part an insistent little boy was tugging on Hermione's arm expectantly, with a glance his way and then to the swarming group of waiting children the brunette just sighed.
"I'll have to take that rest a little later Celeste. I think there are a few other impatient Delacours that want my attention" Hermione laughed with the further tugging and let herself be dragged off without a proper goodbye or any indication that she actually acknowledged Regis was even there. The man was now beyond stunned.
"You will 'ave to excuse 'er Regis. She 'as just returned from a trip zat 'as been in ze planning for a long time. Ze children 'ave missed 'er as you can see and ze family is just really excited to 'ave 'er back wiz us again. You'll get to know 'er zrough ze day's events. Now I believe we 'ave a formal introductions to do. Come zis way, lots of people to meet" Celeste once again hooked her arm through his and led him away. Hazel eyes trailed after the brunette witch as she crouched down in a sea of small bodies; soon Regis lost sight of her but his mind still worked hard to figure out what didn't seem right about the short brunette woman who so easily swayed these creatures.
"Are you all ready?" Hermione looked into the deep anxious eyes of the multitude of children currently surrounding her in a tight knit group. They were nodding their heads excitedly, hands tightly squeezed together and edging closer. Smiling widely the young witch flourished her wand in a single wave and shot sparks straight up in the air causing an endless shower of colours and sparks to rain down. Squeals of laughter filled the air as the children found it the most spectacular thing they had ever seen; parents stood by watching in awe as the girl produced charms and flourishes of magic that seemed to come with little difficulty to the young witch. One in particular the children loved above all others.
"Expecto Patronum!" in a bright flash of white light an ethereal creature shot forth from her wand and swam through the air in a flurry of paws, whiskers and tail. The shining otter gave a squeak of joy before making its way through the endless magical lights, swimming in between the children all the while clapping its little paws together. Hermione had to take a step back and absorb the scene before her; after the war she'd never thought herself able to feel such raw emotions.
Watching the next generation able to grow with life, enjoy the simplicity of the world and smile with innocence brought tears to her chocolate orbs every time. The clan children had rooted themselves deep in her soul since she first met them not long after the final battle ended; their presence soothing her being and chasing away nightmares of the worst kind. While her partner was her physical protector she needed the clan to be her inner strength and they were more than willing to be just that. Waving her hand off, she let the animal lead the children off in a small adventure. It was because of the caring beings around her that the witch could even make such a powerful patronus. They were her happiness.
"I see you are still skilled as ever my child" Hermione's ears were caught by an ever alluring voice.
"Apolline, you should know better than to think I wouldn't prepare myself for our weekly matches" the tall blonde Half-Veela was beyond any measurable exhilaration at having the brunette back home. Near crushing the girl in a warm hug, the witch had to take a moment to really look the girl over.
"I 'ope zat daughter of mine is treating you well. Ma chère, you look a little tired but zat is to be expected. Mon dieu, I swear zat child of mine just can't use ze lessons I spent 'ours teaching 'er" Hermione couldn't help but giggle at the exaggerated look upon the woman's face.
"I'm alright. Nothing a little nap can't fix. Besides I did promise Celeste I would be here to help with the festivities"
"Mo'zer will be fine 'andling ze zing on 'er own. You need rest. I'll 'ave Fleur take you upstairs" Apolline replied quickly and was ready to summon her eldest when a hand to her arm soothed her.
"And I will tell her to forget it. Really who do you think she will follow orders from now?" brown eyes held the determined look for a near full minute before the blonde woman conceited.
"You are playing ze game well ma chère. Fleur learn a zing or two on your trip?" blue eyes danced with mischief to which the brunette returned the smile.
"Of course. I wouldn't do you right if I wasn't tough. She was very upset to be returning so soon but I wasn't going to listen to her whining all the way here. Oh that reminds me, I must ask for another bottle of your…limited addition Merlot. I promised her if she behaved today I would reward her with it" Hermione asked politely as possible while the Veela woman just waved it off.
"You know where zey are 'idden chère. Take what you need" Silence fell over the two deliberately; their thoughts coinciding with the obvious.
"You know much about him?"
"From what mo'zer 'as shared, 'e is a very strong wizard. Excellent in 'is work; a potion maker. 'Is family are ra'zer…'uptight' I believe is ze best way to describe zem. Zeir so called whispers about us are less zan appealing" Apolline replied softly.
"I mean about him personally. I don't care if he has no money or status. How will he treat her?" blue eyes looked down to the hardened face of a well warn warrior. The Half-Veela couldn't hope to fathom the pain and suffering Hermione had seen and experienced for those months on the run; fighting a war even aged witches and wizards were too afraid to try. The loyalty she showed for her family, her friends and how seemingly untrusting she became of others; all of it was too much for Apolline to piece this young being together.
"I couldn't say chère, 'e is always wiz 'is parents or in ze business to get a reading. I 'ave tried but it seems we will 'ave to rely on today for ze final test" a delicate hand came up to stroke the side of the tense girl's face. Releasing a heavy sigh Hermione turned back to the loving mother's gaze.
"Merci Apolline"
"Any time 'Ermione. If I am not mistaken, I believe my dear mo'zer is going to announce soon…"
"It is time for ze Chase!" the matriarch's voice rang out across the garden and instantly cheer broke the atmosphere. Hermione had to cover her abrupt onslaught of giggles while Apolline just sighed dramatically.
"You know her too well" the shorter witch couldn't help but tease.
"I should, she is my own mo'zer after all. It's not like she changes regularly. But shouldn't you be helping wiz ze children?" a raised brow and a small nudge were enough to send Hermione on her way. The mother of two took in the scene of her newest family member being so affectionate and mingling with everyone that interacted with her. Hermione had the gift of bringing out the light even in the darkest of times.
The young wizard was standing at the edge of conscious understanding, and was about to fall into the oblivion of madness. Regis couldn't for the life of him understand what he was watching; was it some game of tag or some meagre wizarding battle practise?
Chaos.
Everything was chaos and yet somehow it worked in perfect synchronisation. He didn't know where it began but as soon as the Veela called over the populace and nearly dragged him along to the open grass space between a gazebo and the main pathway, children young as five and no older than thirteen came together before their clan leader. With her nod they suddenly raced off to pick an adult as a partner; or what Regis assumed to be their partner.
Hazel eyes observed family members pairing up, an older sibling was also a very popular choice but an odd one or two just went up to anyone and tugged them along. No one declined; it didn't even seem an available option.
It was all part of the so called 'game' where the adults did everything they could to catch their little counterparts and the children given free rein would do everything to avoid it. More than once Regis was near knocked over or hit with a rather nasty hex; one he hoped no child under age would dare master before their schooling years. The families watching on were in cheer loudly while watching their little ones practise magic. Everyone was having a grand time interacting.
"Oh my, you better be careful Louis. She doesn't 'ave 'er wand on 'er" Celeste's voice brought the wizard out of a daze to watch one pair of 'contenders' he decided to call them, still in the game. It was a dark haired boy, a young teenager up against the brunette witch he had yet to fully piece together. 'Hermione is her name' Regis frowned slightly as he watched the girl easily become everyone's centre of attention.
"You must watch zis carefully Regis. She is very quick wi'zout 'er wand. Unfortunately she cannot do wordless just yet but still it will give ze boy a fighting chance at least" a Veela spoke from his side but he couldn't fully comprehend what she was referring to. All the man saw was these two square off in a close circle. It wasn't until the soft voice of Aeron flowed through his ear did he realise she had settled on his other side
"It is a game of capture" she said with a soft smile, knowing the wizard wouldn't understand most of what he had witnessed. Hermione was flinging out spell after spell at the young boy, all of which were harmless colourful light shows that wouldn't do anything even if they did manage to hit. But Louis was quick on his feet, through ducks and barrel rolls he had managed to stay clear of the girl's so called 'attacks'.
"Referred to as ze 'Chase' in relation to ze Veela custom to obtaining zeir life mate, it is a test to see if two magic users are compatible zrough mind, body and magic. Of course zis is just child's play where ze children choose zeir chaser and 'ave fun trying to avoid spells and getting caught. It 'as become a new tradition among ze clan and it does bring us closer toge'zer during our festivities" just as Aeron finished talking the crowds witnessed Hermione's graceful plot at which she managed to sneak attack the teen and grab his waist in a tight hug. Voices broke out through the onlookers and Regis was mildly intrigued as the many other young magical folk crowded round the witch to congratulate her. Her smile was contagious, her warming aura almost over flowing as she nearly was bowled over by the children. It suddenly clicked for the man when he saw that twinkle in those eyes, snapping his gaze to that of Celeste, Aeron and many of the other Veela present. Regis concluded this witch was the one to hold that special place; that position of power to which he needed. His parents would never let it go if he failed to impress these half creatures more than whatever the girl had done; he was a high class wizard from a pure family and accomplished much with his research alone. There was no way he would lose to this…girl.
While the man was deep in his inner thoughts, dark eyes were watching him with scrutiny and a mild tone of malice.
"'E's ze one zat our dear cousin 'as set 'er eyes on? I must say 'e doesn't seem all zat" Gabrielle leaned against the nearest table with arms folded, her blonde hair done up meticulously in a curling braid that started by her right ear and came to rest over her left shoulder. Her signature black headband in place and a scowl marring her beautiful features. Being the youngest of her family to enter her maturing Veela years the blonde still didn't know the secrets to hiding her inner emotions; the Veela emotions. Not like that of her sister.
Near perfect example of grace and beauty, the older woman let her eyes simply study the crowd and all in it. While those shimmering crystal orbs easily found their treasured counterpart immersing herself with the children's play, she had to focus more on the man she was meant to be assessing.
"We mustn't judge quite so maliciously just yet Gabrielle. Zere are zings we still need to witness to be sure 'e is ei'zer perfect or poor match for our dear cousin. Grandmo'zer is doing 'er duty and Aeron is doing 'ers" two sets of blue eyes followed the Veela of the hour as she strolled the perimeter of the main event; eyes never leaving her guest. Because she met the young man by chance one morning on her outing trips to the central city, it was a situation of wariness for the rest of the clan. Normally a Veela would recognise her mate by interaction and more often than not a touch of skin to skin. Aeron however only caught the man's voice; it led to her having to investigate the suspicion on her own and come to rather unsightly outcome to which the family soon heard.
"I don't like 'im. 'Is 'ole family are rude pureblooded wizards zat zink little of us but 'ave plenty to say about our tainted bloodline" Gabrielle stated with conviction. It was obvious to Fleur that the teen wouldn't be switching favour sides soon when it came to the man; but the heir had higher hopes when her eyes returned to her love and the children's overflowing energy that affected the surrounding adults.
"I zink I will ask ano'zer on zis matter. Would you care to join me?" the very playful glint in her elder sisters eye made Gabrielle glare her obvious answer to which the older blonde giggled.
"Go away you annoying sister" soon as she got her 'dismissal' Fleur happily strut her way through the crowds to her darling little English girl. Though she wasn't sure she should keep referring her as such but it really didn't make any difference. Seeing that the children had finally given up their claim to their favourite adult and her grandmother had their guests preoccupied, Fleur easily snuck up behind the brunette; winding her lean arms around that toned waistline caused no reaction from the shorter witch. In fact it just made a perfectly sculptured blonde brow raise in question.
"If you become surprised over every little detail I don't do anymore then we're going to have some problem going forward together Fleur. Because a few years with you makes a girl very accustomed to strange happenings. Many of which do involved your family" Hermione spoke over her shoulder with only a slight tilt of the head. Clearly she knew the Veela was coming.
"You will 'ave to forgive me ma amor. I did not zink you would be so observant wi'zin our 'ome. Surely you do not zink it is dangerous 'ere?"
"Now you're thinking too deeply into it. I just knew you were coming and it's no surprise the first thing you do is hug my waist. No one else even thinks to do it, besides your grandmother that is"
"Oui well even she shouldn't be doing zat" if brown eyes could see the pout adorning her love's face, Hermione would be in a fit of hysterics.
"Are you going to challenge your own grandmother in some weird ancient Veela custom just because she is like all your French ladies and love to be overly touchy with me?" the grumbling sound coming from her shoulder was the clearest answer Hermione had to hear. "Now that's out of the way. Did you officially meet your newest cousin to be? He's quite something…"
"I 'ave not 'ad ze pleasure yet. But I am sure grandmo'zer will bring 'im round for an eventual introduction. She is 'aving too much fun showing off ze rest of ze clan to 'im while mo'zer 'as ze 'onour of entertaining ze rest of zem" A frown made its way across the brunette's face; not that Fleur could see.
"They are pureblood. They're going to stop at nothing to prove how superior their blood is and no matter how we try their views on others won't change. If he is bringing that into this family I won't accept him"
"'Ermione" the French born witch quickly turned her mate around in a swift movement and cupped her face so they were seeing eye to eye; only a few inches apart. "Don't start zinking like zat on me now. We 'ave just come back from a lovely time and I'd ra'zer spend zis day wiz family and enjoy it. If we outright refused ze man now, Aeron would be very upset and she will never get over zis. You know 'ow 'ard it was to pass ze test…"
"I didn't bring baggage with me…" her glare held firm and the clear indication Fleur got in relevance to the wizards family.
"I know, and it of course didn't sway ze fact zat you 'elped save ze wizarding world" the tension disappeared in a matter of seconds as the two smiled softly; Fleur placed a kiss to the younger girl's brow.
"I want what's best for her Fleur. What's right for your whole family and if that man changes things then we…"
"Shhh ma ange. 'E won't change any'zing. I'll make sure of it. Now we 'ave to get ready. Our own 'Chase' is on again zis year and I plan to beat zose cousins of mine who dare zink zey can catch zeir prey before me…" a dark shade fell over blue eyes as they locked on to two very unsuspecting Veela across the garden. Hermione just sighed. Family rivalry had limits; of course those limits never seemed to apple to Veela families. But a thought came to her head and she tapped on the blonde's wrist to get her attention. Blue eyes returned to hers instantly.
"Actually I have a favour to ask about that. Would you mind if I actually 'won' a few this year? I want to test a theory I have" when Fleur's hands moved to her shoulders as the witch became slightly confused, Hermione looked over to a small group of males where Regis was currently speaking excitedly about something that got them all going. At least he was a hit with the men…
"Ma amore? Is zere some'zing you want to tell me?" Hermione quickly replied to reassure the blonde.
"No no, Fleur really. I just want to give the man my own test. To see if he is up to my standards before anything further. So, don't be surprised if I actually try to avoid you this time" Fleur only gleamed in pride.
"Oh I do love a challenge. Maybe I will beat last years' time…" the two leaned in for a loving kiss.
"Maybe…"
Regis smirked to himself is sucess; the wizards he conversed with for the last five minutes were eating up every word he said and soon he'd have half the guests thinking he was a godsend. Praise of his achievements were well known, his alchemy skills were near perfect and with his parents sowing the seeds of renown among the numbers he'd soon be a favoured name throughout the house. Sure Regis didn't know the exact reasons to why he was invited nor did he care why the matriarch was paying extra attention towards him, but he had the chance; he was going to take it to bring his family up further in their status. His father would finally acknowledge his work higher above even that of his brothers and maybe he'd get the respect he rightfully deserved. The only thing that seemed to stand in the way was that brunette witch.
"If you let zhe solution settle for only two 'ours, not zree ze effects wear off 'alf as fast. No one 'as ever documents such findings before. Ze ministry official I was working for, said I saved 'is life on zat mission; an excellent reward when it was my assistant zat made ze initial mistake" as Regis finished his little tale the other men erupted in chuckles and gave him words of humoured wisdom. Sadly his moment was ruined when the group were side tracked by the passing of a group of Veela women; by the overly friendly gestures accompanied by looks; a few were partners.
"Don't get distracted to much Darius, ze Chase is yet to start for us. We don't want zem winning again zis year so easily" a tall broad man chuckled as he clapped another on the shoulder. Regis found this 'Chase' event more and more confusing every time someone mentioned it. It was a mockery inside a child's play game. Why would anyone willingly participate in being chased by a creature? Especially high ranking wizards like themselves.
"And zere zey are. I was wondering when zey would start showing off. Seems ze ladies 'ave found zem quick enough" Regis was pulled from his thoughts by the man's voice; eyes following the direction they were directed he found the witch of the hour surrounded by happy affectionate Veela. The tall one he knew; Fleur Delacour. Regis had done his homework, she was the granddaughter of Celeste and a very accomplished young witch. From what the man knew she didn't have just one specific talent and roamed from one speciality to another; usually within the Ministry. As he watched the two show such affection despite surrounded by the clan. They were so close, touching and kissing. Regis found himself actually caring; he was growing with jealously.
"Ze favoured to win zis year's Chase. I shouldn't be surprised. Since Fleur is ze best but 'er girl sure can fight" hazel eyes returned to their group conversation as the other wizards agreed without resistance on the subject.
"Can anyone play zis game?" the affirming nods gave Regis an idea. It was just in time to as Celeste was sending out her many girls to start rounding up everyone who wanted to compete.
Apolline was standing not far from her family while watching the crowd of Veela and their life partners gather up in excitement. With past experiences fresh in minds they knew what was expected and were keen to show off their years' worth of planning, training and eagerness for revenge. She smiled to herself. 'If only they knew'
"Welcome everyone. Today we 'ave an exciting event to celebrate. Not only is it our Summer Solstice but we are to welcome ano'zer into our family as a soulmate" her voice was carried out over the numbers with a clear charm like ring, the sound both empowering and soothing to the ears. Regis stood with his family watching, listening as the clan cheered in joy; many eyes happened upon him with recognition.
"We 'ave many 'o wish to participate so let us begin. Ze first round 'as been decided and 'Prey' you are released!" with a flourish of magic Celeste began the event. A handful of witches and wizards vanished from the crowds with a snap. Veela of various ages looked around in intense raw energy when it happened. Regis was standing to the side of the crowd with his parents and all of them became very edgy. They had to remember that Veela were magical Beings; ones that could easily tear them all to pieces if they felt the need. Watching as they perfectly lined themselves up to strut their way into the mansion before the doors snapped closed. A single drop if sweat fell down his neck.
"I zink you 'aven't yet understood our little 'game' 'ere Regis" the man flinched when he suddenly realised the presence next to him; Apolline made herself comfortable as she kept her eyes firmly on the closed doors.
"Unlike zat of zose childish games we played earlier, zis Chase is far more intense. You see, ze soulmates of our Veela sisters are let loose into ze château and given only a few minutes to prepare zemselves until zeir partners come after zem. We are given only 'alf an 'our to capture zem before zey win ze 'Chase'. Magic is allowed as is any means of capture" blue eyes flashed to his and he had to stop himself from shivering at their intensity. Regis started to think it was more than just a game to these creatures.
"I 'ope you do not expect our son to take part in zis…." He heard his mother start, her accusation clearly aimed at the Veela woman.
"Oh 'e will. You see it is ze only way 'e will meet 'is match. She must 'unt 'im down and capture 'im before ze time. Of course we aren't sending everyone in at once. Oh no. I zink it will be fair if we send you in wiz our own petite 'Ermione"
All eyes locked onto the witch who was standing at the top of the stair, engulfed in the arms of her Veela counterpart. Brown eyes were shining and perfect teeth on display as she laughed along with the other ladies that made up the small group. The atmosphere was peaceful, soothing and the watchers were in awe.
"She is ze one 'o 'as yet to be captured wi'zin ze appointed time. Sure Fleur caught 'er last year but it was after a fierce battle zat nearly ruined ze upstairs library" the blonde haired Veela sighed to herself at the memory like it was any other mess her child made during their younger years; Regis just stood there slightly stunned.
"If 'e can outlast 'er zen ze impression 'e'll make on zis clan will be big" ah, he finally caught that glimmer in her eye. Apolline knew from the start he held a conviction against the brunette witch. She knew enough to test him on the thing he wanted most; the chance to prove himself.
"I accept"
"Regis"
"No mo'zer. I zink I can last just as long as any of zese partners. I do not even need to know 'o it is I am avoiding. I will succeed" the two stood off in a battle of wills; their eyes never wavering from their focus. Apolline only grinned further.
"Excellent. We expect you to be ready for ze next round. Zis one won't last too long" with a lingering glance the mother of two left Regis there boiling in his own internal mumblings. He could feel his mother bristle beside him.
The doors suddenly opened again to reveal the first pair already out of the game; a young wizard and his Veela bride. From the laughter and the cheers he was getting it seemed this was a common result for the poor man. Regis smirked.
"If all zis game requires is for me to stay 'idden for 'alf an 'our; it will be a piece of cake" the young wizard remained there by his mother watching as the numbers returned from the mansion, the Veela women glowing with pride from their successful 'hunt' while their partners didn't seem to care one way or the other. Soon the last of them returned and Regis mentally started to prepare himself when someone else interrupted his thoughts.
"You honestly think this is going to be easy don't you? That it actually doesn't mean anything to the Veela or their culture, if it were up to me you wouldn't even be here breathing the same air with these beautiful, amazing creatures let along mingling with them" his eyes snapped round to come face to face with the young witch herself. Hermione just bore into him without emotion. "Winning isn't the point of the game. Understanding your partner is" before the man could retort anything to the girl he felt the sudden pull in his gut and everything vanished from his sight. Landing hard on the ground, head spinning upside down Regis caught himself on a wall before completely losing his balance. The game had begun again.
"Don't hurt yourself Regis. No one is expecting great things from you" again that girl was insulting him with not just her words but also the unimpressed tone. When the man finally got his vision to stop turning he caught her passing a corner at the far end of the hallway; instantly he gave chase.
"You know no'zing of me witch"
"I know everything" rounding the corner he found it empty yet her voice was clear as if she was standing beside him. "You're an egotistical selfish boy who only wants to impress his mommy" Regis continued down the hallway at a brisk pace with slowly seething in anger, trying to follow the voice but it wasn't coming from anywhere yet everywhere. Taking the chance, Regis started to search. Throwing up the first doors he found the wizard goes through room to room, trying to find the witch who was still ringing in his ears.
"I am no such zing"
"I think you are. You have a very respectable family Regis, a pure-blooded family through many generations and now you are going to match up with a part Being witch; I can't believe your parents are too thrilled about this am I correct?" the young man looked round the enclosed space, it was a lounging room, plush sofas scattered about with plenty of lamps for light but no places to hide. Double doors were before him and Regis walked on.
"I zink you 'ave your own family 'istory you do not want out zere. What is it? You are not fully witch yourself? Some creature swimming round in zat blood of yours?" taking hold of the handle Regis paused for a moment, there was something about the engraved wood; a buzz of magic. It seemed there were many charms swarming whatever was behind this door. Where ever the witch was hiding, she had protective measure in place.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken I hold nothing within my blood" her voice was neutral and that was his indication.
"Ah, so you are muggle-born" he pulled the doors simultaneously with a rough use of force. Sunlight burned his eyes and Regis cringed away for a few moments; an observatory with a wall made completely of glass was what he gazed upon soon after. It was almost like a greenhouse, only the air was cool and the space very open. There was a single set of chairs around a central table and relaxing there at the head, was Hermione. She was reading a book.
"You are correct. Mudblood, as your people call me. Does it make you feel any better to have found such a person in this little game?" her slim fingers gently turned the page, eyes never moving from the paper. Straightening himself Regis was ready to retort when he felt it; the snap of magic. The entrance way he had just walked through vanished and the room was filled with as much light as there was tension. Without looking away from her reading, the brunette offered the chair sitting at the far end of the table. "Sit"
"Is this not a game?"
"Oh we won't be found for a while. Fleur is excellent with her tracking skills but when I don't use my wand for casting I don't leave behind any trace magic for her to follow. How do you think I've won so many games before?" she giggled slightly. Setting his jaw and taking a moment to analyse Regis figured out what she was doing; this was a test. She was challenging him. Smirking to himself, the wizard met her head on and took the seat offered to him. He locked his hands on top of the table, waiting.
"You wanted me 'ere for some'zing; questions most likely. You wish to get to know me 'Ermione? Wish to know ze wizard who is going to be taking your position? Or is zat ze real issue? You don't want me replacing you in zis family" chocolate eyes snapped up to meet his and he knew her attention was fully on him. That last one wasn't a question; it was a statement. And she snapped at the bait.
"You're right. I don't because you have nothing to offer"
"What did you just say?!" Regis replied as he slammed his fist onto the table, the quake of the action seemed to bring the atmosphere even lower with silence. Hermione didn't blink.
"Pureblood boy with family ties to the Ministry and comes from wealth. I doubt you don't know but the Delacour's have that in plenty. Why would they need you? Heck why would they want you?"
"I am a respectable wizard for one. I 'ave built my own company up from ze ground up, I 'ave shunned my fa'zer and 'is weal'z for most of my life, I 'ave 'idden in the shadows of my bro'zers and yet the Minister 'imself calls on me when 'e falls ill. I do not need my family's name or power to get me anywhere. No one is a more recognised Alchemist zan me!"
"How many times did you refer to yourself in that rampant collision of excuses?"
Regis sat there ready to fire an answer right back at the witch when he paused; he didn't have one. All his life he had been prepared to act on reflex, don't let your opponent gain the upper hand on you, don't let others take that first prize. But every lesson his father ground into his brain seemed to be but a whisper on the passing wind that was his mind. It was clear, empty; void. Suddenly his logical mind started to break down, every antagonised step he took to piece together the perfect plan of his life was falling apart at the seams and there was nothing he could do about it.
"I, me, my. Those are words that hold no meaning here. In fact everything you have accomplished means nothing if you think about it carefully. You are a very talented potion maker, I've read some of your work; very intriguing and unique concepts but that isn't the point. You are a selfish, isolated and single minded man Regis. Celeste knows your father's desire to play nice until he can start using her name and her influence for his own means. You should know she won't let her family be used in such a way; he won't survive the retaliation"
"What is zis? Some sort of warning; a zreat to get me to leave?" Regis replied somewhat brokenly. His father wouldn't be pleased to being played like a fool and nor would he accept his son walking right into their hands. He had to figure a way out of it. Hermione actually giggled.
"I don't threat Regis, you have nothing to fear from me. Well unless you plan to tear this family apart? Do you?" her eyes suddenly went cold and the wizard spoke his next words carefully.
"I only want to get zrough ze day. I know very little about zis whole…whatever it is. My fa'zer only said we received and invitation to attend zis celebration a few days ago. 'E never said why…" this got a surprised reaction out of the girl and she sat up straighter.
"So you don't know about why you were called here?"
"Why is everyone keeping some'zing from me? What did I do?" Hermione couldn't hold it back anymore, she threw her head back and laughed. The bellows came from deep within her gut and she could do nothing but let them flow until they were sated. Tears blurred her vision when she finally managed to calm down enough to breathe and even then her words were broken.
"Tell me, what do you know about Veela and their culture?"
"'Ey…are very secretive creatures 'o like to lure men in wiz zeir unnatural beauty and…" Regis hesitantly paused when he saw the brunette rub her brow with a frustrated look.
"Merlin, you're just as daft as Ronald…Did you know that Veela choose their partners by ways of magic?" when she received a shake of the head Hermione continued. "Well they do and you are one"
"Ra'zer blunt aren't we?" Regis baited lightly, his unconvinced look clear on his face.
"You look like the man who needs it" Hermione retorted without care. He'd have to give her that one.
"Very well, and 'o is zis Veela I've become…attached to?"
"You've met her already. I believe she was there to greet you as you arrived…"
"Aeron?" Regis answered without thought and he didn't know how the blonde haired woman suddenly came into his mind but she was suddenly all he could think about. Her shining eyes, flowing hair, skin that looked like ivory and the aura about her was just…
"It's hard isn't it? To think straight with them around" Hermione gave him a sympathetic smile as she saw his eyes glaze over. "It happens to us all. But it's nothing like what they go through"
"What do you mean?"
"Veela do have core magic like the rest of us but theirs is tied to the earth and as such that magic tells them things we could only hope to dream about. One thing is a 'mate'; an eternal partner they cannot live without. Imagine what she would have to go through if you do not accept her magic?" Brown eyes studied the man as he searched his inner thoughts carefully. It was a lot to take in; knowing someone was relying on you so much yet they knew near nothing about you.
"And…if I was to accept it, what would change? I'm not giving up my life to become some'zing I'm not. I want to live my life 'ow I want to live it, no rules and expectations, no shadows I 'ave to fight myself out from and I don't care 'o's name or money comes be'ind zem. I've 'ad enough" came the reply while Hermione was still silently observing. Clearly he still had issues and by his face, he'd just gotten it off his chest.
"Can you produce a Patronus?" Hermione spoke softly as she leaned back against her seat. Hazel met brown.
"I can"
"Show me" Regis gave a confused look but brandished his wand none the less. With a flick the white light shot forth into the air and pulsed with illuminating power; it however did not form into any animal.
"I 'ave memories to sustain zis spell despite what you would believe of me…"
"Did you know that Veela have excellent senses? They can feel things from miles away with nothing but nerves. It's true. One wave of magic form their mate and the hairs on their body will stand on end" looking between the light and the door. "I'd expect hers to join us soon enough"
"You set me up to be found?" the wizard had jumped to his feet and extinguished his spell in the same instant. He knew the woman had ulterior motives, apparently she wanted him caught so she could parade around the victor in this pitiful excuse for a game.
"I set you up to prove a point!" Hermione returned with just as much gusto her chair flung backwards as she stood, hand high and fingers spread. "Expecto Patronum!"
The light filled the room for a few seconds causing the wizard to shield his eyes from the onslaught of blinding pain. When the spots cleared he came face to face with an ethereal white otter; and not just one but a whole romp of them. Each playfully swimming through the air or resting peacefully on any available surface as if sleeping under the sun. He couldn't count the exact numbers because they were all moving too quickly from one spot to the next but his eyes fell to the witch who had produced them with but a single spell. She was nuzzling an affectionate one that sat upon her shoulder like it were any other pet.
"Making a Patronus does take energy, concentration and the will of that happy memory. Would you believe me that my best memory was seeing Fleur for the first time?" she looked at him and he saw the raw emotions swirling in her eyes. "We had never met. Held no emotions towards each other and yet the moment her eyes fell to mine; I was whole. My otters keep growing with every passing moment I spend with her. Imagine what hers would look like. We're only mere magical folk, they are the magical world's children, do you honestly think any one of them would ever consider making you do something you wouldn't want?" Regis looked down as he dug deep. His family wasn't supportive of his creative mind, they didn't praise his work nor challenge him to further his experiences. They were just the shadows that clung to the walls, silent, observing and constantly there. But here even surrounded by these creatures; these Veela, he felt free. Like the Beings himself, his magic was just edging to do something. To connect and learn, cause havoc and creation all at the same time.
"Do you know what she felt? That first time?" before the brunette could answer a form walked through the wall where the door had once been. Mystified for a second at the shimmering glow, Regis realised it was another Patronus that had come to him, and the form was that of a slim young wolf.
"Despite the belief they only associate with that of the 'were' kind, the wolf actually is the symbol of wisdom, loyalty, family bonds and strength in numbers. A creature that will die if it isn't part of a social group" Hermione spoke softly as she moved to his side. Regis didn't even acknowledge her closeness as his attention was completely on the ethereal canine.
"Aeron has only ever known the love of family, she takes strength from them and like all Veela they will never leave each other to die alone. Or so Fleur tells me" moving along with her otters still at her side she waved her hand and the door appeared.
"What do I do?" the wizard took a deep breathe before reaching out to touch the charm. "I want to…learn?" hazel eyes caught the slight smile making its way across her face.
"A test"
"Test?"
"You have to pass it before you will be accepted into this family. Prove yourself above what I've seen today and we'll have no problems. One way to do that is to survive this game, not only will it prove your abilities but Veela love challenges of all kinds. It will give you some respect. Are you able?" this time he returned her smug look as he twirled his wand.
"I'll take that challenge"
"Good, because with my otters, Fleur will know our exact position as soon as we step out of those doors. I hope you can cast while running"
"I'll do my best"
Slowly trekking down the steps outside the mansion doors, the two were met with a mixture of applause and to Regis' surprise; praise. The Veela came in to swarm them together, hugs and kisses given freely and the wizard of the hour found himself almost smiling at the attention. Hermione was looking a little worse for wear, having fought off her lover with ferocity and skills no one hoped to ever be on the receiving end of. Fleur however, found ever second ecstatic; it was a euphoria of adrenaline and pulsing magic to which she could never replicate without her lover. Of course the destroyed lounging room upstairs was one to be fixed later on in the day. Regis had done himself well enough when the wolf decided to add their level of difficultly and chase them, the two magic wielders nearly fell into a trap and if it wasn't for Hermione's quick thinking, the game would've ended an hour earlier.
"O' my petite girl, what did she do to you?" Apolline was patting the girl all over looking for injuries that she knew the witch didn't actually have but it was a motherly instinctual reaction; one neither of them would ever deny.
"No'zing she didn't give right back. Oui my love?" Fleur smirked with a boasting ego as she placed a kiss to the brunette's slightly frazzled locks. The two had themselves a small laugh. Regis watched in silence and a mild feeling of curiosity now that he saw the Veela family in another light. Thanks to Hermione's words of wisdom, maybe he could find himself a place among them. And it would be a place he not only fought for but earned.
"Regis" the low drawl of a tone had the wizard look round to find his father waiting; his mother ever at his side with the two eldest sons near towering behind her.
"Fa'zer"
"You did not win?"
"It is a little more complicated zan zat fa'zer" Regis tried to explain but the man just waved him off with another look of disapproval. Instead his mother stepped forward to fix his dishevelled appearance.
"We expected more from you Regis. You cannot let zese creatures win. Remember why we are 'ere"
"I know why we are 'ere mo'zer. I might be ze only one who actually does. Zis isn't an opportunity for you to gain any connections ze Delacour's 'ave. Zis is a chance for me to get to know an amazing young woman 'o is beyond my understanding. She's an extraordinary witch zat proudly 'as Veela blood flowing zrough 'er veins. I don't care what you zink of zat anymore, I'm 'ere to try and build some'zing. She deserves zat at least" looking between his parents shocked expressions before turning and walking away, Regis found his shoulders lighter; his chest free. A quick glance towards a smiling brunette told him he did right. Taking a breath before politely interrupting two Veela women Regis gave the blonde woman a smile.
"Would it be too bold of me to ask for a stroll in ze gardens?" he flashed a smile and was surprised when a light blush fell across her cheeks.
"It would be my pleasure" Aeron replied and lead the wizard to one of the many walkways going through the impressive landscape.
Behind the two the remaining pureblood family stood there in silence and building tensely.
"What's got into 'im all of a sudden?"
"Ze idiot doesn't know what 'e's doing"
"Quiet boys. We don't want to be talking like zat for o'zers to 'ear. Dear?" their mother replied sternly before looking to her husband.
"I'd say 'e's doing ze perfect zing. Took 'im long enough. Zen again we should all be zanking 'Ermione 'ere for it. Gave 'im quite a lecture I 'ear" all heads turned at the sound of the elder Veela matriarch who had approached with the shorter brunette tucked under her arm. Hermione giggled lightly.
"He needed it. Rather talented with curses I must say. Reminds me of another friend who grew up with older brothers" her eyes glanced over the two tall men standing behind their parents silently.
"And who might you be?"
"Oh didn't I introduce 'er earlier? Zis is my darling petite granddaughter 'Ermione Delacour! O' 'ow I've wanted to say zat for ze longest time. She and Fleur just returned from zeir 'oneymoon in Greece. Splendid place oui? I said I wouldn't let her escape us again, non. She agreed after finishing 'er last year at 'Ogwarts she would be ours; and she finally is! I'm so 'appy about it"
"Grandmother" Hermione whined with a blush.
"You mean to say she's…" the eldest lad asked from his mother's left side.
"Oui, she's only nineteen. 'Ad to retake 'er last year after zat 'ole Voldemort scandal zing at their school. Terrible zing really. Poor dear was stuck fighting zose horrible men in masks for months. But now ze world is safe again and she is all mine"
"I think you mean Fleur's"
"Oui, oui. Of course" the Veela squeezed the witch tightly into her side while completely oblivious to the looks they were receiving.
Seems the family didn't even realise they were in the presence of the Wizarding World's most famous witch form England; The Golden Girl.
I hope I got all spelling and grammar mistakes. Honestly, I never know but Word seems to be my best Beta right now. Yes there is a big mix of English to French phrases that change. I put that in there intentionally. Sometimes people slip up between languages, it's normal. Get over it.
I know there is very little going on with our lovely duo but I wanted to post at least one story that doesn't just focus on them but their influence involving others. Lets face it, if Hermione married into the clan she'd still be a force not to be messed with; to Veela and humans alike. And with her own family still mind-blown and across the world, of course she'd be over protective of the one that's accepted her with open arms.
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed and leave me a message about what you thought. If you have questions feel free to PM me. I normally get back to those within a day.
Midmoon Kitsune out!