As Fleur opened her eyes, she noticed that the room was engulfed in a golden glow. The young woman looked around, a familiar voice came out of the blue. "You're awake." she turned towards the voice and found Harry looking at her with a smile on his face, she noticed that he had a book open and a few pieces of paper laying around. He seemed to have been studying, or at least trying to.
"'Arry? Where am I?" She asked in a weak voice as she looked around the unfamiliar setting.
"The hospital wing, you passed out again when you, well you know," The young woman groaned and felt tears coming to her eyes, the young man sat on the side of the bed and grabbed her hand. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, you didn't grow a beak this time, just a lot of fire." She looked at his arm and noticed that the sleeves of his shirt was burnt. She instantly knew.
"'Arry… I'm so sorry," The young man chuckled and sat the young woman up. He placed his arm around her and kissed her cheek. She closed her eyes and grabbed his arm. She traced the burnt fabric with her finger.
"I think you know I can handle fire pretty well. Don't be sorry, I am just glad you're okay," his expression quickly became dark. "I wanted to ask, what happened? That made you mad?"
Fleur sighed and leaned into the young man. "My parents, zat awful Pierre, everyzing,"
"What did they do?" he held her hand softly and she gave it a soft squeeze.
"Let's see, my parents were my parents. As always. Pierre told zem zat I fancied 'im and 'e kept touching me. Eet was just a shit show,"
"Why didn't you stand up to them or him? I know you Fleur, you would never let anyone speak for yourself,"
"I wanted to, trust me, I did. But…" The young woman stopped and the memories of her past came flooding back in. A tear went down her eyes. "But I didn't want to be 'it again," The room fell to an eerie silence.
Harry just pulled her in tighter and didn't seem like he was gonna let go anytime soon. "You don't have to talk about it, if you're not ready," Fleur sighed and grabbed his hand, she guided it up to the back of her head and even through the mess of her hair, she traced the dent in her skull. "Where did you get this?"
"My fazzer, when I was little, 'e would always 'it me, say eet was 'zee only way I would learn'. One time eet got so bad, zat my 'ead started bleeding. So, 'e stopped after zat, but I zink zat eet was more so zat he was afraid zat I would tell someone and ruin 'is name razzer zen my own safety." the tears kept flowing down her face and she couldn't seem to control them. "My mozzer isn't any better, she always told me zat a lady doesn't talk unless spoken too and never raise your voice. If I did, my mozzer would just slap me and say 'You are an uncivilized child! Have I taught you nothing!?".I wanted to slap zee daylight of Pierre but if I did, I know my parents would just take 'is side." Fleur looked at Harry and he didn't say anything, but his eyes said everything. She took a deep breath and looked down at her hand. "I always wonder what life would be like if I wasn't born," she began to cry.
The Englishman pulled her in for a deep hug and she buried her face into his shoulders. His scent overwhelmed her senses but she felt safe in his arm. They weren't letting go of eat other anytime soon. "Fleur, I can't change your past, but I can try my best to give you a good future." She felt herself crying even more. But she shook her head.
"Eet, doesn't matter. No matter what, zey will never change. Zey 'ave been like zis since I was little. Zey're probably talking to Pierre right now about 'is family and 'ow zey're gonna marry me off to 'im. I don't 'ave a voice when I'm around my parents, 'Arry. Everyzing I want, doesn't matter to zem."
Harry leaned back and looked at Fleur right in the eyes. He leaned in and kiss the young woman, she closed her eyes and deepened it. He pulled back and the pair locked eyes again. "It doesn't matter to them but you matter to me, we will talk to them, together."
"'Arry…" The young man just kissed her one more time. This time she knew he wasn't gonna let go anytime soon. Their moment was ruined once more by another familiar voice.
"Am I interrupting something?" The pair separated and turned towards the voice. Fleur was taken aback when she noticed a very familiar face walking towards them.
"Isaac? What are you doing here?" She noticed that he had a very smug look on his face. Like a child who just found the cookie jar.
"Ah, my baby cousin has finally grown up. She got herself a boyfriend." He chuckled as he pulled a chair and sat next to the two. "Isaac, you must be Harry," He reached out a hand and Harry quickly shook it.
"You've heard about me?" Harry arched his brow in confusion as he looked at Fleur. Who was just as confused as he was.
"Not exactly, but I got quite the earful from my mom earlier today about how Fleur and an English dog, no offense." He placed his hand up. The Englishman just brushed it off. "Cause quite the scene and how the Delacours have been disgraced."
"What happened to my parents? What happened with Gabby?" Fleur asked, more concerned about her sister then anything else.
"Nothing, they just didn't want to face you and took her back home. But I was sent here to 'talk sense into my cousin'". He stated with air quotes. "I think they are more mad that you pushed the Dubois boy,"
Fleur rolled her eyes. "Of course they are, they-"
"They only care about marrying you off to his family, I know. My mom did the same thing with his sister when I was in school. Let me guess, he told them that you fancied him?" The beauty was taken aback for a second. Her cousin chuckled at what she assumed was the expression she wore. "This has happened every generation Fleur, the Dubois and Delacours have been rivals. But if we were to unify, it would make us all the richer,"
"How did you deal with your problem?" Harry asked. Isaac looked at the young man and smiled.
"You don't need to get jealous, she wants you, I can tell," The Frenchman winked at her cousin but couldn't help but smile a little bit. "Anyways, I told his sister the same thing I assume Fleur has told him but she didn't listen and my mother wanted me to at least try, but I just stuck to my guns and decided to go with the woman I loved,"
Fleur looked at him with a confused look. "I have known you all my life and I don't think I have seen you with a girl once,"
"Exactly!" Issac joyfully stated. "You think our family will be happy I got with a 'commoner'? No, that is a very bad thing. You're lucky that you got with nobility," Fleur looked at Harry who seemed to be just as confused as she was.
"Me?" Harry asked as the he looked at the older Delacour.
"I thought the name Potter was familiar when my aunt was mentioning you to me. But I wasn't going crazy. Are you the son of James and Lily Potter?"
The Veela felt the Englishman clench her hand tighter and she noticed an uneasy look coming on his face. "Yes, why do you ask?"
Issac chuckled. "Not everyone in France hates the English. Interestingly enough, Voldemort is French. Well at least his name is. 'Flight of death'…"
"Get to your point Isaac, "Fleur stated in an annoyed tone, she knew that if she didn't stop him, they would be there all day.
"Right, well anyways. The Potters are very powerful in the wizarding world, if I remember correctly; the noseless bastard had the choice of either kill your parents or the Longbottoms. But fate had other plans and now we are here. But I did some digging and I found out that you are a direct descendant and if my sources are correct, the one true heir to the Potter name. Which makes you a noble," Fleur looked at Harry who seemed to be stunned that someone knew more about his family then he did himself.
"How do you know this?" Harry asked in English, seemingly forgetting how to think properly.
The young Frenchman chuckled. "I know I'm strange but when I want information, I get eet. No matter zee cost. But from what I can tell, I don't zink our family knows about you or your family. But I do, but zat is a conversation for later," The young man turned towards his cousin. "The reason why I am here is that your parents have told me that they plan to marry you off to the Dubois and after the displayed you showed today. They will be doing it sooner then later," Fleur clenched her jaw.
"They can't that," Harry yelled.
Isaac placed his hand up. "I'm just the messenger, there is two option. Either you marry into the Dubois or you get disowned. You mother said seeing you turn into a monster is unbearable and brought great same to us all,"
Fleur and Harry looked at one another and before he could say anything. She spoke first and with vigor. "I choose the second option, I don't need the name anyways,"
Fleur heard her cousin chuckled. "I knew you would, speaking of that. I would use your powers as little as possible, at least till you reach full maturity."
"Excuse me?"
"You're a half-Veela Fleur. You have the magic of a Veela but the body of a human. That kind of magic inside a mortal body, will only cause more problems."
"You know, I never understood how you know all this stuff but always wait to the very worst time to tell anyone," The beauty stated sarcastically.
Her cousin laughed once again. "It's part of my charm,"
"Hmm, I think it's part of my charm," The young man stood up and bowed. "Well, it's fun but I have to get going. Before I forget, you two might need these" The young man reached into his jacket and pulled out two playing cards and handed one to each of them. "Remember, the lotus always blooms in the water. And don't worry, I'll make sure your parents know you made your choice." With that, the young man quickly left the room, leaving the two alone.
The couple looked at their cards and noticed they had different ones, Fleur had a seven of diamonds and Harry a Jack of clubs. "What are these for?"
Fleur shrugged her shoulders and hugged the young man. "That's my cousin for you. He's a little weird but he means well. Most of the time,"
"It's been a crazy day, huh," He stated in a light tone. Fleur couldn't help but chuckle just a little bit.
"Eet 'as been, you're nobility and I got disowned. Life is weird, isn't eet?" He smiled and kissed the young woman on the forehead.
"Are you okay with that?"
The beauty sighed. "If I'm being 'onest, I don't know. But at least I can love who I want wizout being force to marry." she looked at him and notice a worried look on his face. She knew why and placed a hand on his cheek. "Hey, even if I was married, I would still date you," Harry opened his mouth to say something but a confused look quickly came on his face. This make both of them laughed. "Zat didn't make a lot of sense did eet?"
"No, no it didn't" The pair kept laughing and soon he climbed on the bed and laid on her chest. She wrapped her arms about him and pressed her face into the top of his head. "I love you Harry,"
"I love you too,"
"Love? These mortals are so foolish." One figure stated.
"They are strong brother, they won't disappoint." A figure dressed in black stated.
"They better not," the first figured stated coldly as they place a giant sword on their shoulders and walked away. The black hooded figure looked back down at the two mortals.
"Fate will always win in the end,"
AN: A little shorter then normal but I had something else in mind for the moment. Thank for reading.