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Chapter 8

Veela's Soul

The month was coming to an end and Harry was quite bored as he sat by the Dark Lake looking into its darkest depths in wonder. Though, he knew some of the wonders the water held, it always held more curiosity the longer he looked into it. Plus, mergirls were exceptionally affectionate when he hung out with some, and they were totally adorable, but he didn't have time to find one of his 'fishy' friends as it was likely they were still at school as they had different hours to Hogwarts since it was always dark at the bottom of the lake and they could see in the dark it was only reasonable that they didn't use the sun to orientate their days and nights.

"Harry," he was startled only a little as the French accent broke through his thoughts and a beautiful blonde woman sat next to him on his large rock smiling brightly, as her allures carrasse was turned dow to a minimum.

"Fleur," he spoke in surprise before smiling as she was pretty fun to hang out with and her younger sister had the hots for him last he knew, and was a little more affectionate than he would have thought since Veela were not ridiculously sexual beings like so many people thought just because of their natural allure ability that was in some places the origin of the siren myths, and Gabby was on the younger side so he had to distract her a lot. "What can I do for you? Did you come all the way here to see me?" he asked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

She giggled rolling her stunning blue eyes. "I have not," she told him as she handed him an invitation. "However, William suggested that I hand this to you personally as he felt that you would not get the invitation should I send it through normal channels."

Harry opened it and read, a small smile lighting his lips. "Congratulations," he said giving her a hug that she was incredibly happy to return. "But a Weasley…? I don't really know him very well, and the only Weasley I would ever be inclined to trust is Ginny, maybe the twins-?"

"He is a good man," she defended with a smile. "I agree that a few are out just for themselves, but he is not like that. You must come; Gabrielle is so very looking forward to seeing you again! I think she wants to have some fun with you… even if that is just to dance and snuggle on the dancefloor?"

"I would love to," he finally answered. "However, I may not be permitted as Dumbledore is pushing for my exile and sealing."

Her eyes widened in both shock and horror. "Then you must leave the country. My family will be only too happy to hide you… we can go to the International Confederation."

Harry was smiling and shaking his head. "I understand how you must feel. However, if this is to happen then so be it. I do have backups of backups that I can work well with. The more I study, the more I learn, and the more dangerous I become, magic or not. It only breathes life to my dreams, and someday, if I succeed, sealed or not, the world will be whole again."

"Then you are a braver man than I have known," she replied with a kiss to his forehead, he smiled. "Gabrielle will be saddened to hear such news."

Harry chuckled sadly. "Yeah… I'm being sealed, not executed."

Fleur smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, but to most sorcerers, being sealed is as good as. I forget you're not like most, are you? They wouldn't even seal a mass-murderer, but they have no evidence to put you in jail."

"Of course they don't and I'm too public and powerful for that to work," Harry agreed sheepishly before he continued. "And they overestimate their own intelligence," he said while looking bored with the subject. "Anyway, I doubt very much that Molly Weasley would have let me through the door anyway, being such a Dumblelite," he said laughing while she smiled a little.

"Yes, Bill mentions that he worries about his mother's…" she trailed off for the right word.

"Fundamentalism…?" Harry suggested.

Fleur smiled at that, nodding her head. "Yes… I believe that word fits," she agreed with a sad nod.

He chuckled as he hopped up from his seat and kissed Fleur's cheek, giving her a tight hug that she eagerly returned before he pulled back. "Good bye sweet Siren… I hope you find happiness in a world so bloated by greed," he said, "and, you know; you could piss off the idiots by living your own life and not towing down to the shit-head brigade," he said and she laughed as she watched as he headed back to the castle, his invite having been placed back in her hands: a few stray tears fell from her eyes, as Harry was a great man.

Harry had only just stepped back into the castle when he had to weave through three different coloured spells before throwing out both hands and blocking a few more with a weak shield that collapsed after its use was up. However, he hadn't any more time as more spells flew at him, which he dodged (the more dangerous) and swatted away (the babyish spells).

Harry heard frightened crying and screams as he moved, his wand now in hand deflecting spells from hitting students unable to deflect them their selves. Harry's eyes were black as he saw the Gryffindors attacking him relentlessly, his wand arm a blur of movement trying to stop their spells from hitting him or any innocent bystanders.

Flicking his wrist forward sharply Harry conjured a huge flock of origami birds, and planes to take hits bursting into flames as he finally went on the offensive. He blasted two yellow beams forward that made several Gryffindors feet sink into the floor up to their necks like quick sand.

Harry captured a few more with vines or animating suits of armour before the Gryffindors realised that he was beating them and all they managed was to cut up his robes and score a few slices to his face, so they stopped as the last of the paper drifted to the floor.

"You bastard…!" Ronald shouted out gasping for breath, exhausted, as like so many who couldn't win a fight they would resort to words as if they would hurt any more. "How dare you touch my future sister-in-law!" he demanded in rage.

"Well, she is MY friend, so get lost Weasley!" he retorted eyeing them warily. "I was just congratulating her on her engagement. Let's pray to Zeus, Buddha and any other deity that he's nothing like you!"

"I saw you kissing her!" he spat out angrily.

"On the cheek, Ronald!" the angry French girl entered the Entrance Hall with vengeance in her eyes, and her elure was practically gone with her anger. "He is a friend of mine, and I may allow friends of mine to kiss me on the cheek if I so please, so wait until I tell Bill of this…"

"Yeah, like he'll believe you over me," Ron couldn't help but retort smugly.

"I might," the cold voice spoke from the stairs and they turned to see a red-haired man standing, his eyes glaring at his younger brother. "After all, I was about to kick your smarmy little arses myself after I witnessed this attack! You're all pathetic. You can't even beat one man twenty to one. You're disgraces of mage, now him, damn; that is talent!" Bill said while looking over Harry in praise and admiration as his fiancé had spoken highly of his abilities, he wouldn't have fully believed without seeing it himself.

"Bill, he's an evil Slytherin lover!" Ron called out looking scandalised to regain his brothers attention.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle darkly. "Actually, me… I'm a muggle loving mud blood, blood traitor," he said laughingly. "But you don't like that do you Ronald. The fact I care not for house or ancestry… a person is a person! From a human to a… centaur, or a mermaid… it matters not to me."

Ron just snorted. "Yeah right… next you'll be saying we should give human rights to filthy merpeople," he laughed, but trailed off in surprise at the look of anger his oldest brother showed and the gasps from on-lookers who weren't idiots.

However, Fleur lost herself as she screeched out fangs in her mouth, her peaceful blue eyes now a fierce yellow, and instead of attraction she radiated fear. "Watch your mouth Ronald," she hissed out as Harry quickly grabbed her wrist, though he knew if she wanted to get free, she could, so he had to force more magic into and through his muscles to protect her and stop her before she attacked the bastard. "They're cousins to my people!" she spat out and some how felt some force holding back the fear from getting too far out.

"Whatever… they don't look human," he said stupidly not realising the danger he was in.

"No… but show me to the cute ones and we'll create a tsunami together," Harry spoke up before Fleur moved and attacked and shocking them all and causing many deep blushes. "What?" he asked amusedly as all eyes turned to him. "Mergirls are super cute!"

"You're sick," Ron hissed out angrily. "See… he's evil, consorting with filthy half-breeds."

"So that's what ya really think of me?" Hagrid's voice interrupted as the giant man stood by Bill with other teachers including the angry visage of Albus Dumbledore glaring at Harry in hate, as if Harry could have set up all of this.

"No Hagrid," Ron was quick to say. "I didn't mean you. Him… he just admitted to fancying Mergirls. It's sick and wrong; they're not even human!"

"So now you're calling me dear ol' dad a sicko?" Hagrid asked; his friendly demeanour non-existent and it was obvious he was upset as his world was crumbling down and he was starting to see the truths he had ignorantly ignored before. Ron was digging a giant hole, and Harry couldn't have been more pleased with the results if he had set this whole thing up himself.

"Bill; it seems you should have made a better choice in wife," Dumbledore was quick to interrupt as Harry was now holding Fleur around the waist her back to his chest while she was restraining her inner monster from tearing Ron apart with Harry's help as she could feel the magic pounding through his muscles she knew, her monster deep inside knew Harry would beat the shit out of her if she broke free to protect her from the racists who might try to use her animalistic attack on Ron to hurt her. She just hoped Harry was fast enough and broke her bones quick enough to put her down, but she could thankfully feel herself calming as broken bones were not good. Harry was also trying to be comforting as he whispered reassuringly in her ear – he told her of hope sha had never thought of before – a hope she never realised she needed.

"Look at her!" Dumbledore sneered in disgust. "Being so comfortable, consorting within that Dark Wizards arms."

Bill just walked down the stairs before turning to the old man. "Without him, Ron would have been incinerated by now. You really are fucking mental Dumbledore… even now you're trying to blame someone else for starting a fight based on their magic rather than who they are and what they choose to do.

"Throughout history there are Dark Witches and Wizards that had been mighty heroes. Men and women who stood up for what is right and protected innocent people from oppression by using questionable means, yet…" he trailed off shaking his head as he walked to his fiancé and Harry let her go to slid into Bill's arms. But moved just so, which would allow Harry to stop her if needed, and Bill could feel the magic radiating off Harry internally, ready to brake bones if necessary, and Bill nodded in appreciation while holding back the grimace, as Harry showed no concern for Ron, it was for her safety.

Bill then turned to Ron as he carefully led Fleur out of the door. "Oh, and Ronald, touch Ginny again and the twins, Charlie and I will take it in turns using you as a punch bag you little turd – and stay away from Rosette Potter too, you sick little fuck!" he sneered out, causing Ron to flinch, but he seemed thankful that Fleur's anti-allure had faded to a dull annoyance, and her eyes and teeth had returned to normal.

"You bastard…!" Ron screamed at Harry after he made sure Bill and Fleur had left. "You turned my brother against me!"

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore hissed through his teeth. "Other than punishments or school work, you are grounded!"

Harry just smirked as he walked off back outside. "I'm seventeen years old you ancient dipshit. I could always just leave," he said laughingly knowing Dumbledore wouldn't like that as it would mean possibly losing sight of him, so didn't try to stop him going outside, and Harry unfortunately needed the school for plan-A, so he couldn't leave no matter how much he felt like it might have been fun to give the idiots the run around for the next ten years.

Ron charged out after him screaming in rage, but Harry was gone like a phantom. He seemed to have disappeared.

Harry smirked as he stood crouched on the wall about seven or eight metres above Ron before Ron cried out as the sky seemed to just darken in under a minute, and then with some streaks of lightning and blasts of thunder, heavy torrential rain started flooding the boy and all of Hogwarts grounds.

Ron looked up, already soaked through with freezing cold rain but Harry had already left with his laughter ringing through his ears. However, over the noise from the rain and the crackles of thunder, the sound faded away to a point where he didn't know whether he heard it or not.

Dumbledore would suspect Harry of the storm once he realise the storm was only over Hogwarts and its grounds but wouldn't say anything about his suspicions. After all, even he didn't know how to control the weather, and it would be raining non-stop for the next five days. It was just the beginning stage of some experimentation, but Harry was quite pleased with the results anyway.

To Be Continued…