Hey, everyone! Mystery Critic here, back at you with a revised chapter four! I am steadily working through chapter rewrites, and they should all be done tonight! I have thanked many people for their continued support, and this story is blowing up in a way it never has before, and I am so grateful. As for the disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. Anywho, with the disclaimer out of the way, sit back, relax, and enjoy the rewritten chapter four!

Chapter 4

WARNING - Suicide attempt in this chapter. Read at your own risk.

Italics - French

"Fleur, please wait!" Harry pleads, still being dragged by an enraged Fleur. Her head snaps back to look at him, her eyes darker than her usual brilliant sapphire as she glares at him.

"Why should I wait, 'Arry?!" She snaps at him, her eyes saddening a little when he flinches back and puts his arm over his face in defense. She takes a breath and composes herself, her voice soft and gentle as she lays her hand on his arm lovingly. "'Arry, please don't do zat. I will not ever hurt you, my love. You are my destined mate, and I will never do anyzing to hurt you." Fleur says softly as she gazes into his eyes, trying to project as much comfort to him as possible.

"You swear?" Harry says, shakily lowering his arm as he looks at her.

"Oui, mon amour." She says, smiling warmly as she pulls his hand up to her lips and placing them gently on the back.

"Now, please. Tell me why I shouldn't bring you to my fazzer right now, or better yet go and kill zose evil assholes right now." Fleur says, some of her anger seeping into her voice.

"I don't love them, or even like them, but they're still human beings. They're not good people, but I don't want them to be hurt..." Harry says slowly, Fleur's mouth hanging open in shock at his kind soul, despite what they've done to them. "Hurting them just because they hurt me isn't right. Besides, they're right about me being a freak, anyway..."

"'Arry, you are not a freak!" Fleur snaps, her eyes darkening in rage again. "You are not now, nor 'ave you ever been one! 'Ow could you even zink zat?! Just because you 'ave been called a freak doesn't make you one!"

"I've been called one all my life, Fleur..." He says, lowering his head in shame, tears starting to flow from his eyes. Harry explained, despair becoming apparent in his voice. "I'm inclined to agree with them, especially after I found out my parents are dead because of me..."

"Zat was not your fault, 'Arry!" Fleur screams, putting her hands on both sides of his face, ignoring his flinch away from her touch. "Zat was ze result of a madman's evil actions, and I am sure zat your parents would never blame you for zeir deaths!"

"But I'm here and they're not Fleur!" Harry yells back, tears flowing down his face as he stares at her. "If it wasn't for me being born, that bastard would have never come after me and my parents would still be happy and alive! I don't deserve to be alive, Fleur!"

Harry wrenches away from her and takes off, sprinting away from her like a bullet shooting out of a gun.

"'Arry, wait!" Fleur yells, starting to run after him. She chases him through the park, keeping her eyes locked on him. As she reaches the edge of the park, she trips on a root and hits the ground hard. When she looks up, her beloved is nowhere in sight as she stands up and looks around to make sure no one can see her as she disapparates.

-Fleur-

Harry keeps running, voices rampaging wildly through his head as he tries his best to just get away from everything.

'You should just do the world a favor and kill yourself. Drop-dead, you stupid freak! You don't belong here!' The words of the people who treated him like garbage all his life stamped throughout his mind as he stops running. He breathes heavily, the run taking away his breath as he tries to compose himself before looking around. He looks up and sees the hotel at the end of the block, and starts towards it. He walks into the lobby, drawing stares at his tear-soaked face from the people around him. He ignores them and walks up the stairs slowly, the abuse he suffers continuing to rampage through his mind before he notices he's already reached the room. He put his key in the lock and opens the door, his uncle glaring at him with his arms crossed, glaring at him with a whiskey bottle in his hands.

"Where the hell have you been, boy?!" Vernon roars, finishing the bottle before tossing it at Harry's head. The bottle shatters against his head and Harry crumples to the floor, the room spinning as he tries to pick himself back up. Vernon walks up to Harry and backhands him across the face, causing the spinning to get worse as he pulls his hand away in disgust, wiping the blood off his hand.

"I can't believe you got your freakish blood on me! Dudley, grab the knife from the kitchen!" commands Vernon.

As Dudley brings the knife and places it in Vernon's hand, he frowns. "Are you sure about this, dad?" He asks, kicking Harry's leg. "He is a freak, but we're not at home. Maybe this should wait?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." He says, cutting Harry's sweater open with the knife. Vernon places the knife against Harry's chest and growls out a whispering warning. "The more you scream, the more I get to carve more of the freakishness out of you, boy."

After saying that, he digs the tip of the knife into Harry's chest and starts carving into it. Harry screams, agonizing pain ripping through him as Vernon carves letters into his chest. The pain burning through his chest as every stroke sets his skin on fire. Every slice of the blade across his skin brings him closer to the sweet release of unconsciousness from the blood loss. If he was lucky, the blood loss would kill him so he could get away from these demons in human skin. Vernon pulls the knife away and steps back, admiring his work. The word "freak" is carved into Harry's chest, blood dripping down from each of the letters. He tosses the knife to Dudley who catches it and looks towards him, his eyes unsure as he looks on the broken boy slumped in front of him.

"Dad, I'm not sure about this. I'll whip him like last time, but this could kill him. I could kill him." Dudley finishes quietly, his grip loosening around the knife.

-Fleur-

Fleur reapparates onto the front porch of Delacour manor, bursting in through the front door as soon as her feet touch solid ground.

"PAPA!" Fleur screams, running up the staircase and bursting into her father's study. "Papa, you have to help me!"

"What is it, Fleur?!" Jacques says, his head snapping up as he looks at his crying daughter. "What happened?!"

"It's Harry, papa!" She screams, crying hysterically as she explains, pulling on her hair to try and keep from completely breaking down. "We have to help Harry!"

"Who's Harry, Fleur? What's going on?!" He asks, rushing up to hold his daughter.

"Harry is being tortured by his family papa! He ran off when I confronted him about it, I think he went back, papa! Why would he do that?!" Fleur answers tears running down her face.

Fleur's mother rushes in and hears the screaming, her heart breaking at the sounds coming from her daughter before she yells "What is happening, Jacques?!"

"From what I can understand, Harry Potter is being abused by the people he lives with and we have to go help him." He rushes over to the desk and tosses a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, emerald flames roaring to life. "That's connected to Madame Bones' office. Go and explain what I just told you and bring her here.Fleur, do you know where he is?"

"The Grand Hotel, the one by Luxembourg Gardens!" She yells, gesturing to the door. "Please, papa! We need to hurry!"

"Apolline, explain to Madame Bones. He may be on our soil, but he is still a citizen of England. This is also a matter for the English Ministry." Apolline nods and enters the flames, disappearing from sight as he walks over to Fleur. "Let's go, my dear. We're going to save him."

She nods and stands up, grabbing her father's hand as he disapparates with her to go and save her beloved.

-Fleur-

Vernon slaps Dudley across the face and the overweight boy lands on his side, not moving at all. Petunia runs up to her son, the wine glass she's holding drops to the ground, forgotten. As Vernon approaches Harry, he gains enough composure to slam his foot into Vernon's kneecap, the sickening snap causing Vernon to drop the knife. Harry picks it up and moves away from them, cowering in a corner of the kitchen.

"Drop the knife, boy!" Vernon snaps at him, Petunia on her knees by Dudley a red mark on his cheek where Vernon slapped him as she blubbers over him being hurt. "Drop the knife before I hurt you even more than I already will for hurting my son."

"I won't let you hurt me anymore..." Harry says, pulling the sleeve of his sweater up and dragging the knife down the length of his arm. The blood flows freely down his arm, his vision turning blurry as unconsciousness and Death rush take him. He only feels one thing as this happens; happiness. A happiness that he was finally away from these monsters, the ones who torture him and break his spirit. 'They'll never be able to hurt me again,' He thinks as dizziness grasps at his vision, but he doesn't let it bother him. A smile crosses his face as a tear flows down his face. "I'm finally free from you all..."

"Well, that's that," Vernon says, turning away as he smiles at Harry slitting his wrist. "Looks like you've finally done something right."

Harry starts slipping away, darkness closing in around him as he hears an explosion and a crash. The last thing he hears is a beautiful voice screaming his name before he drifts into unconsciousness.

"Fleur..."

-Fleur-

Jacques reapparates into the alley next to the hotel, Fleur by his side. After a few moments, Apolline appears with a faint pop, along with Madame Bones and several other Aurors.

"We 'ave to 'urry!" Fleur yells, rushing out of the alley and into the hotel. She closes her eyes and lets the draw of her destined call to him as she rushes through the lobby and into the staircase. She runs up several flights, moving at an inhuman speed as she tackles the stairs several steps at a time. She opens the door on the floor she feels her mate on, and she rushes over a few doors down before stopping suddenly, dropping to her knees as she feels his heartbeat starting to slow. Everyone appears next to her and she points to the door in front of her. "'Urry..." She says, her words barely a whisper as her mother picks her up. Madame Bones pulls out her wand and points at the door, blasting it open as they all rush in.

"Who the ruddy hell are you lot?!" Vernon screams as Fleur looks into the kitchen, her mind blank. She sees Harry on the ground of the kitchen, his sweater torn open and the bloody word freak carved into his chest. Blood is running down his head as it's facing down, his body completely still. She looks down and sees blood slowly starting to pool around him, his wrist cut open and the knife in his other hand.

"'ARRY!" She screams at the top of her lungs, the windows shattering and the furniture slamming into the walls as her magic surges out of her. Her mind goes blank as panic and fear creep into her mind, blanking out everything else. She runs up to him and pulls him into her arms. "'Arry, you can't die! Non, please no!"

Vernon charges at Shacklebolt, only for him to fire an overpowered stunner at the charging man, causing him to slump to the ground. Madame Bones rushes over to Harry and Fleur, performing some quick magic to stop the bleeding and seal up the wound as best as she can.

"Miss Delacour, we have to get him to St. Mungo's immediately. I have stopped the bleeding for now, but he needs immediate medical attention." Fleur stands up and in a blaze of bright red flames, her clothes burn away in an instant, feathers sprouting from her body as wings explode out from her back, her face contorting and shifting into a beak. Her beautiful sapphire eyes are replaced by yellow eyes with black slits running down through the middle. Red envelops her vision as her veela heritage begins to scream for blood, to end those who ended the one who matters to her. She walks towards the Dursley's slowly, magic radiating from her body as every step causes the tiles on the floor to melt. Every step closer towards the Dursley's causes the righteous fury in her to increase, demanding her to claim their lives, to make them die slowly and painfully. She walks onto the carpet and it bursts into flames under the fire in her feet. She holds her hand up, a ball of fire the size of a basketball forming in her palm. She glares at them with a murderous glare, raising her finger to point at them.

"You..." She whispers. She raises her arm to throw the ball of fire at them, screeching loudly as she makes to throw it at the cowering family, the other Aurors stepping in front of the Dursley's with wands drawn to stop her. "YOU'LL ALL BURN FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!"

"Fleur, no..." The weak voice from behind him makes her head whip around to see her Harry's hand reaching for her. She looks into his eyes expecting to see fear, but all she sees in them is for him pleading not to hurt them. She drops her arm and the fireball disappears, and the feathers, beak, and wings vanish as a naked Fleur rushes back over to him just before he passes out.

"Get those monsters out of here." Madame Bones sneers, waving her hand at the Dursley's. She places her arms around Fleur and Harry and disapparates from the hotel room, leaving the Aurors and Fleur's family behind.

"What in the ruddy hell do you freaks think you're doing?!" Vernon snaps, struggling to move to no avail. "Why can't I move?!"

Shacklebolt steps forward and glares at him coldly, knives in his eyes as his deep voice booms throughout the room. "Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, and Dudley Dursley!" He says, stunning the other two to avoid resistance.

"You are all under arrest for abuse, assault, mistreatment of a minor, and mistreatment of a wizard in Harry James Potter. You have the right to remain silent, and I recommend it, as anything you say will be used against you in the courts of the Wizengamot. You are lucky we did not allow her to kill you, because she would have made you suffer everything you put that boy through, and most likely worse. Although, if we're being honest, I would rather enjoy seeing her torture you, as I would like to, as well. However, we are not monsters like you."

Kingsley fires a silencing spell at Vernon so he can't start running his mouth again, before levitating them out of the room. Madame Bones reapparates into St. Mungo's with Fleur and Harry in tow, landing all three of them on a bed in the emergency room of the wizarding hospital.

"Contact Madame Poppy Pomfrey of 'Ogwarts," Fleur whispers to Madame Bones. "'E told me she is ze only one 'e trusts to 'eal 'im."

Madame Bones nods and leaves the room, leaving Fleur to hold him, rocking her destined back and forth in her lap, using him as an anchor to stay sane. After what seems like an eternity, an old woman walks in with Madame Bones, rushing forward to him and gasping at the sight of her favorite patient in such a horrendous state. She shakes off the shock and calms herself, her stoic professionalism taking over as she moves forward, laying Harry's head in her lap as she knew she would not part from him. She runs her wand over Harry's body for a few moments, then starts waving her wand around his body. The cuts begin to close before their eyes as Poppy's wand flies around, barely visible as she casts healing spell after healing spell. After several minutes, she manages to close the wound on Harry's chest and wrist fully. She puts her wand away and pulls out her satchel, procuring a small vial of red potion from within it.

"This is a blood replenishing potion, and we need to get it in him quickly." Fleur nods and helps sit Harry up. Poppy pulls her wand back out and points her wand at him, only to have Fleur instinctively grab her wrist to protect her beloved. "I'm just going to wake him up, my dear. I love him like a son, and I would never do anything to hurt him."

"Sorry, Madame..." She says, removing her wrist and looking back down at him.

"It's alright, dear. Enervate." Poppy says, waving her wand in front of Harry's face. His eyelids slowly flutter open and he groans in pain. Poppy opens the vial and hands it to Fleur.

"'Ere, mon amour," Fleur says, holding the potion up to his lips. "Drink this, 'Arry."

She tips it up, the potion flowing down Harry's throat as he drinks it all. The color starts coming back to his face as the potion starts replenishing the blood he's lost. Poppy passes another potion to Fleur, motioning for the both of them to drink it. Fleur nods and places it on Harry's lips and he drinks, falling asleep after a few moments.

"Zank you, Madame Pomfrey," Fleur says before pouring the rest down her beloved's throat. She lays down and wraps her arms around him possessively before falling asleep right next to him, protecting him from the world as she holds her beloved close to her.

Well, everyone! That's the revised chapter four, and I added a few other things and corrected a few things left by my former beta. I hope you have all enjoyed this new chapter, and I look forward to continued support and love for the story! This is Mystery Critic, signing off!