Hey, everyone! Mystery Critic here, back at you with another revised chapter of Ma Fleur! Thank you to my amazing sister for editing chapter seven here, and you should definitely check her out on Archive, TheoVanyar. I know I keep plugging her, but her work is really amazing. Anywho, as for the disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. On to the brand new chapter seven!

Chapter 7

Harry wakes up slowly, his eyes fluttering open as he looks around, alone in his bed.

'Our bed,' He reminds himself with a thought. 'It's not my bed, and it's no longer just Fleur's bed. It's both of ours.'

He stands up and looks around again, looking for the cascade of silvery blonde hair or those gorgeous, piercing sapphire eyes. When he doesn't find either, he walks to the door of their bedroom and opens it, peeking his head out as he looks back and forth down the hallway. Walking out and closing the door quietly behind him, Harry walks down the strangely long hallway into the entrance hall.

"Fleur?" He calls out, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice throughout the empty halls of Delacour Villa. "Fleur, are you home?"

He turns towards the dining room and walks into the room, looking around for anyone as he calls out;
"Fleur, are you in here?" He yells louder, becoming increasingly worried. "Fleur? Maman? Gabrielle? Papa? Is anyone here?"

Harry's anxiety skyrockets as he begins to fear the worst, his feet start carrying him through all the house; the kitchen, living room, and all of the bedrooms of his new home. He tries to think of anywhere else they could be, and it dawns on him.

"The library!" He exclaims, relief washing over him as he turns on his heel, running towards the library.

"They're probably all just enjoying a read."

He stops in front of the library's large, ornate wooden doors before pushing them open slowly. His eyes scan the room, spying three heads of long blonde hair and a head of sandy brown hair. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry walks through the chairs and turns around to face them, a happy greeting on his lips before meeting a terrifying sight. Crimson flashing across his eyes, a color he grew up with, scars like Harry's marring their bodies in lethal, jagged cuts. Words like freak, boy, and nothing carved repeatedly on their skin.

"Fleur..." He whispers, his voice barely audible as he drops to his knees. "Fleur, no... You can't be gone..."

"NOOOO!" Harry screams, a wave of raw silver magic launching from within him and slams into the wall, blasting them away and vaporizing everything around the bed in the room. Fleur sits up in an instant, her wand in her hand a second later, her eyes scanning the room as her wand follows.

"'Arry, what is it?!" She asks, panic crystal clear in her voice. "What 'appened? Is everyone okay?!"

Harry hears her voice and turns to see sapphire shine against emerald before he moves in a blur, wrapping his arms around her in a death grip.

"Fleur..." Harry breathes, tears shed freely as they flow down his face and dropping down onto the bed. "You're okay... Thank Morgana..."

"'Arry, of course, I'm okay, mon amour." She says, wrapping her arms around Harry in return. "Why in ze world wouldn't I be?"

"You were dead..." He whispers again, his voice barely being caught by Fleur's sharp ears. "You, Gabrielle, Maman, and papa... You were all dead..."

"Oh, 'Arry..." She breathes, tears sliding down her cheeks, as well as she tightens her grip on him, comforting him as best she could. "It was just a nightmare, beloved. It can't 'urt you anymore. Remember, it wasn't real."

"But it felt so real, Fleur!" He snaps at her desperately. "I couldn't do anything to save you!"

"Zat's what nightmares do, 'Arry." A voice calls out from the doorway. The teens turn to see Appoline sanding in the doorway, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes with Gabrielle in Jacques' arms, sniffling and staring at Harry with concerned compassion. "Zey take our worst thoughts and fears, zen trap us in zem without being able to do anything. Zey make us feel weak, powerless."

"Zey can't hurt you, zough," Jacques says, walking into the room behind Appoline. "All zey can do is scare you. Nozzing else."

Harry looks around the room at everyone, tears continuing to spill from his eyes as his head drops down, his body wracking with soundless sobs as his family wraps their arms around him, letting him know everything is okay.

-Fleur-

After an hour or so of comforting Harry, Jacques looks around the room, or lack thereof, in this case. Confused and slightly impressed, he turns to look at Harry.

"'Arry?" Jacques says, looking down at him with a curious expression. "Can you tell me what spell you used to do this to your room?"

"I don't know, Jacques..." Harry responds weakly, looking away for fear of being punished. "I'm sorry... I woke up with a scream and that's all I know."

"It's okay, 'Arry," Appoline says, smiling at him softly. "It was an accident. No one blames you."
Waving her wand, the walls of the room start reforming slowly, and after a few moments, were repaired like new.

"See? All better." She says, standing up. "Come now. Let us 'ave breakfast so we can go and get your school shopping done early."

"That's right..." Harry says, looking down sadly. "In a few weeks, I won't be seeing any of you for a year..."
"Bah!" Jacques exclaims, waving his hand dismissively. "Of course you will! Apolline and I will be coming to all of your Quidditch games, and Gabrielle will be coming with us every time. As for Fleur, you may be seeing her more than you think."

"What do you mean?" Harry asks.

"Jacques!" Appoline scolds, smacking the back of his head for good measure. "You shouldn't be telling him zat! He's not supposed to know about it!"

"Oops..." He says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "My bad, cheri..."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asks curiously, wiping the tears from his face.

"Nozzing, dear," Appoline answers, waving him off. "You'll find out at school. I promise."

"Okay, then..." Harry answers hesitantly. Standing up and ushering everybody out, Harry closes the door so he can get dressed. A few minutes later, Harry meets everyone downstairs with a smile on his face. "I'm ready! Let's go shopping!"

-Fleur-

Walking into Diagon Alley, after getting Harry's supplies first, Harry starts veering towards Gringott's bank.

"'Arry, where are you going?" Jacques asks, looking from Harry to the bank and back to the young teenager. "We 'ave to go to zis Madame Malkin to get your wardrobe for zis year first."

"I know, Jacques," Harry begins, shuffling in place nervously. "I was just going to get some money from the bank. I... Don't feel right making you guys pay for my school stuff."

"'Arry, what do you mean 'make us?'" She asks, looking at him in confusion. "We want to do zis. You are part of zis family and will be treated as such. We know you don't zink of us as your parents yet, but give it time. After a while, we all hope to be ze family you never had."

"Are... Are you sure?" He asks, looking up at them slowly.

"Certain, 'Arry," Jacques answers with a smile, placing a hand gently on Harry's shoulder. Harry flinches for a moment before hearing a voice he wasn't expecting to hear until late in the summer.

"Harry? What are you doing here?"

Turning around, Harry's eyes widen as fear set in him, fear that he'd have to go back to them again.
"Professor Dumbledore?"

Well, everyone! That's the revised chapter seven! I hope you all enjoyed it, and I know it's short compared to what I write now, but meh. Constructive criticism is always welcome, flames will not be tolerated. As usual, read, review, and spread this shit like wildfire! This is Mystery Critic, signing off.