Hey, everyone! Mystery Critic here, back at you with a new chapter for Ma Fleur, Mon Ange, Mon Tout. Now, this is actually going to be chapter three, and the rewrites in the future will continue after this. So, the former chapter three will be chapter four, former chapter four will be chapter five, and so on. I'm glad to be back, and I'm sorry I've been gone a while. Just trying to keep this insane nightmare I call a mind in check. A new note; this will be a powerful Harry story from here on out. If you don't like that, don't read. However, it is what it will be from here on out. Explanations will be later on. Anywho, wow! Four hundred followers! I never thought I'd get this far, or would ever have a story this popular. I'm glad you are all enjoying it, and I look forward to having you all here for the years to come. As for the disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. Anywho, now that all of that is out of the way, sit back, relax, and enjoy the new chapter three of my story!

Chapter 3

Italics - French

Fleur walks down the streets of Paris, her hand locked firmly onto Harry's as her fingers entwine within his. The last few days of exploring Paris with her have been some of the best of Harry's young life. The food, the sights, the people, everything has been a sight to behold for Harry. Harry points to a small cafe on the corner of the street, looking up at Fleur with a smile.

"Think we can go in there, Fleur?" He says, tugging gently on her hand like a child. "I've heard great things about the coffee here in Paris. It's supposed to be one of the best in the world."

"Well, you are quite right about zat, 'Arry," Fleur responds, grinning from ear to ear. "Paris 'as some of ze best cafes in ze world, and I am glad you want to try eet. Yes, we can go in zere."

Smiling even wider, Harry practically drags Fleur into the small shop, taking in the sights of the incredible art donning the walls. Fleur giggles in amusement at Harry's bewilderment, pulling gently on his hand to lead him up to the counter. Harry looks behind the barista, only to have a confused look cross his face to see no menu.

"Fleur, why isn't there a menu?" Harry asks, pointing behind the young lady at the counter.

"Ah, well. You see, a lot of cafes 'ere in Paris do not 'ave a menu." She explains. "Ze reason for zis eez zat in Paris, most cafes do not 'ave as many options as in England."

"Well, that makes sense." He says, curling his finger around his chin in contemplation. "So, what should I get?"

"Do you trust me, 'Arry?" She asks, smiling when he nods without hesitation. Turning to the barista, she giggles. "Good. Two hazelnut coffees, please."

Nodding, the young lady starts preparing their drinks. Fleur pulls Harry towards a small couch in the back of the room. She sits Harry down and takes her seat next to him, wrapping her arms around his bicep. She leans her head down on to his shoulder, smiling happily as she closes her eyes. After a few minutes, the barista walks up to them and places their drinks on the small table in front of them. Harry pulls out ten Euros and places it in the barista's hand.

"Keep the change, miss," Harry says, earning a smile from the young lady. After voicing her thanks, the young lady moves back to behind the counter as a few men walk in.

"Zat was very good, 'Arry," Fleur says, making Harry blush at the compliment. "Keep practicing and you may one day become very fluent in ze French language."

"Merci, Fleur." He responds, causing a giggle to escape Fleur's lips. She leans over and kisses his cheek before picking up her cup and taking a small sip. Harry follows suit, his eyes widening when the coffee touches his tongue.

"Wow! This is so much better than what we have in England." He says, taking another sip and groans in pleasure at the taste of the drink. Fleur blushes slightly before turning her gaze to the coffee.

"Zank you, 'Arry," Fleur says, stroking his hand with her thumb. "I am glad to 'ear zat you zink so 'ighly of Paris."

"Well, with coffee like this, I'm surprised I never came here before," Harry says, chuckling warmly. "Anyway, Fleur. What do you want to do after this?"

"Whatever you want to do, 'Arry." She says, smiling happily. "I really don't mind. I just want to spend time wiz you."

Harry blushes a faint shade of red, causing Fleur's heart to flutter s a pale pink blush crosses her cheek, as well. "Well, it is getting a little late," Harry says, looking back at Fleur, her gaze locking with his own. "Maybe we can go have some dinner? A pleasant candlelight dinner at a nice restaurant?"

"Zat would be wonderful, 'Arry." She responds, smiling contentedly as the blush stays glued to her face. 'I know zat 'e's my mate, but how can I be falling for him so fast? I mean, 'e is very charming and quite 'andsome, but… Could I really be falling in love zis fast?'

"Fleur?" Harry says, interrupting her train of thought.

"Hm?" She says, snapping out of her daze and meeting his gaze. "Oh! Pardon, 'Arry. I was lost in zought. Could you repeat zat?"

"I asked if you wanted to go to the restaurant now." He said, smiling in amusement.

"Oh. Zat would be wonderful, 'Arry." She says, standing up and smoothing out her dress. "Shall we, mon amour?"

Blushing at the pet name she referred to him as, he stands up and walks towards the exit with her. As they walk, a group of men walk in and mutter under their breath to each other. As they walk by, one of them smacks Fleur square on the ass, earning high fives and laughter from the others. Harry stopped and turned around to face them, reaching for his wand when Fleur places a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Eet's not worth it, 'Arry," Fleur says soothingly, pulling him towards the door with her. "Zey are just worzless pigs."

Harry starts to walk with her when he hears words from one of the men that make his blood run cold, rage building as he freezes in place. "Look, boys! He needs his woman to protect him. Maybe we should that ditzy tramp what a real man is like."

"What did you just say, you worthless piece of shit?" Harry growls, his voice cold and dangerous, devoid of any emotion besides pure rage. The men turn to look at each other, then back at Harry before breaking into fits of laughter. The tables and chairs in the room begin to shake violently, Harry's rage sending out of waves of magic. Fleur looks around in a panic before gazing back at her mate in amazement at the palpable energy radiating from him. Shaking out of her stupor, she realizes that failing to intervene would result in the deaths of the muggles. She tries pulling him away, only to be unable to move him from that spot. She turns to the men and snaps at them frantically; "Get out here before you get hurt! Go out the back, now!" She yells, hoping they get the hint. Unfortunately, she wasn't too lucky as their idiocy continues to rear its ugly face.

"Are you threatening us, sweetheart?" One of them says, chuckling cockily. "What the hell can you do to us? You should be worried about what we can do to you."

"I'm trying to save your lives, you idiots!" She snaps, glaring at them. "Get out through the back door before you get killed!"

"Sounds like you're threatening us again." He says, sauntering up to them. As he passes by Harry, his arm shoots out and grabs his forearm in an iron grip. He smirks and moves to wrench his arm out of Harry's grip, only to realize that he can't overpower the young man. "Let me go, you stupid bastard!"

He pulls his fist back to punch the kid holding him in place, but Harry twists hard before he can. The man's bones snapping like twigs under his hands, his screams echo throughout the cafe as Harry let's go of the man's wrist and drops him to the floor. He turns back to the others, the overflow of his magic coursing through his veins, pure power, and energy barreling throughout his entire body. Another one of the idiots rush forward at Harry and he ducks down, slamming his fist forward into the man's stomach. The man stops suddenly, shaking jerkily before falling to the floor and clutching his stomach in agony. He tries to scream, but nothing comes out. Harry turns to the last one and takes a step forward, causing him to stumble back. He turns around and runs out through the back door of the cafe. Harry ignores him and turns back towards Fleur who's staring at him with fear in her eyes, her hand covering her mouth. Harry's rage dies down in an instant, the fear in her eyes causing his heart to break. He drops his head and stares at the floor, unable to look her in the eyes. She rushes forward and wraps her arms around him tightly before stepping back and running her hands over his body gently.

"Are you okay, 'Arry?!" She says, finishing her once-over. "Are you 'urt at all?"

Looking up, Harry meets her gaze to see no fear in her eyes, only concern. "I'm… fine, Fleur..." he says in confusion. "How… How are you not afraid of me?"

"I could never be afraid of you, mon amour." She says, placing her lips gently on his forehead. "I was afraid for you. All zat magic coming out of you was not normal, 'Arry. Eet'z dangerous. For you and zose around you. Is zis ze first time eet 'as 'appened?"

"Well, I once made my aunt blow up." He says with a nostalgic chuckle.

"Non, zat is not like zis. Zat was accidental magic. I could feel zis." She says, placing a hand on his cheek comfortingly. "'Arry, zis was primal, powerful, and very old. I could feel it. Do you know anyzing about your family?"

"No, not really..." He says sadly, looking down. "I only know about my parents and very little at that."

"We need to find out, amour." She says, stroking his cheek and smiling at him. "We'll do it togezzer, I promise. Would you still like to go for dinner?"

"I hope you don't get upset over this," He began, looking away in shame. "But I'm really tired. That really drained me. Can we do this tomorrow?"

Placing her hand on his cheek, she turns his face towards his. "Of course we can, 'Arry." She says, kissing his cheek with a smile. Harry feels his cheek burning crimson as he smiles back. He places his hand on his cheek and he feels dozens of little fireworks on the spot her lips just were.

"Thanks, Fleur..." He mutters, blushing madly. Fleur giggles and holds her hand out in demand for his hand. Fleur leads him out of the cafe and they start walking in silence, walking hand in hand and saying nothing. She walks with him towards the hotel and through a park, stopping at a small bridge and turning towards him.

"Well, ze 'otel is right over zere." She says, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. "Do you want me to walk you back?"

Teasingly, she twirls a lock of her hair around her finger and bites her lip, turning from side to side.

"No, I think I'll be fine," Harry says, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. As he does, his sweater sleeve slides back a little. Fleur catches a brief glimpse of something on his arm from under the long sleeve.

"'Arry, you have something on your arm." Confused, he looks down at the sleeve and turns his arm over. "Non, not on your sleeve. Under it."

Harry stiffens as his hand flies to his sleeve instinctively, pulling it as far down over his wrist as possible. "Uh, it's… It's nothing, Fleur." He stutters, his eyes flitting around nervously as if he was looking for an enemy that was about to pop out at any moment. "Please don't worry about it."

"Non, 'Arry!" Fleur says, grabbing his sleeve and trying to pull it up. "Show me what eet is, 'Arry!"

"Please, Fleur..." Harry pleads, his eyes desperate as he stares into hers. "Please just leave it be..."

"'Arry, please show me your arm..." She says, softening her voice as she pushes out with her allure a bit to relax him. She places her hand on his cheek again, smiling in a silent plea. "Please, mon amour. Trust me, 'Arry..."

Sighing in defeat, Harry loosens his grip and let's go of his sleeve, his arms dropping to his side. He looks down to avoid the disgust and horror in her face. "Zank you, 'Arry." She says, gripping the cuff of his sleeve and pulling it up slowly, shock and anger appearing on her face as she sees dozens of assorted scars littering his arm. Burns, cuts, welts, and numerous unidentifiable markings cover nearly all of his forearm. "'Arry… 'Ho did zis to you?"

Harry says nothing as he sends a silent prayer to whoever may be listening that this is all a dream. 'Ze suffering he must 'ave went zrough...' Fleur thinks, unable to take her eyes off the abuse that covers his arm. 'Zis is 'orrible… 'Ho would do zis to him?! Well, one zing is for sure. 'Hoever did zis to him is going to pay very dearly.'

"Fleur, please..." He begs, still averting his gaze. "Just leave this be. There's nothing you can do..."

"Non, 'Arry!" She snaps, causing him to flinch away from her angry tone. "I will not leave zis alone! Tell me 'ho did zis to you,' Arry! Please!"

Harry slowly looks up to see Fleur shaking, her gaze shattering any resistance as he sees the panic in her eyes. "It was… My relatives… The ones who you saw on the ferry..." He says slowly. "Fleur… I'm sorry you had to see this. I never wanted anyone to. Please don't tell anyone..."

"Why shouldn't I tell anyone, 'Arry?!" She screamed frantically. "Zey are torturing you! Zat is what zis eez, 'Arry! Zis is pure evil! Zis makes ze Dark Lord's deeds look like a charity drive!"

"Fleur, please don't-"

"Non, 'Arry!" she says, grabbing his arm. "We are going to put a stop to zis once and for all."

"Fleur, wait!" Harry says, trying to wrestle his way out of her grip. "Where are you taking me?"

"We're going to my fazzer." She says, her body radiating with heat from the anger she's feeling. "We're going to fix zis once and for all."

Well, everyone. There's the new chapter three. I hope you all enjoyed it. Now, I know a lot of you don't like powerful Harry, but that's where I'm deciding to take this. If you don't like it, don't read it. Don't leave flames, just leave. To those who do enjoy powerful Harry, there's a lot more to come, and it will all be explained. I happen to enjoy my story, and I'm going to keep writing it how I like it. That's not directed towards fans, just the people who have problems with this story. Anywho, I still have lots more planned, and have another couple of chapters already edited, and more will be on the way. I hope you all still continue to read and enjoy. I'll keep writing, and I'm not going to stop. I am going to finish this whole thing, and I predict it to be at least at chapter ten or fifteen before we even get to Hogwarts. So, read, review, and spread the word. This is Mystery Critic, signing off.