Hey, everyone! Mystery Critic here back at you with another chpater of Ma Fleur, and I hope you all enjoyed the last one! That cliffhanger was the biggest one yet, and so many people were upset with me for it. Not really upset, of course, but upset enough to the point where a certain number one fan was ready to do bodily harm to me if harm came to the Delacour women. However, you'll just have to find out this chapter, won't you, mon ami? Anywho, this story has been blowing up lately, I am loving how much support I have been getting for this story. Side note, for the one person who decided to flame hiding behind a guest review, I used the flame to bake these delivious chocolate chunk cookies, and dairy-free sugar cookies. These are for my fans, my wonderful readers! Feast upon their deliciousness, my friends! FEAST! As for another point, to the one who mentioned the spell casting, if you don't like the edit and the explanation in the future, there's nothing I can do for you. My story is being written how I write it, and if you don't like it, well, I'm here to please those who enjoy my story. As for the disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights affiliated with it, as well as not owning the quote from Star Wars in this chapter. Anywho, now that the disclaimer is out of the way, grab your Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, your Firewhiskey (Don't worry, I won't tell if you aren't seventeen yet. :P), and enjoy chapter ten!

Chapter 10

Chapter Warning: This scene contains murder and attempted rape. Read at your own risk.

Italics - French

"Goddammit!" Harry yells, dropping to his knees and slamming his fists into the ground, ignoring the pain spreading across his knuckles as the ground tore through the skin. "These fuckers took our entire family, Jacques!"

"I know, 'Arry." Jacques whispers angrily, reading over the letter again. "I don't 'ave this kind of money, though. We'll 'ave to organize a rescue mission. I'll contact my office, and Madame Bones."

"You don't have the money, but I do." Harry says, standing up. He walks back into Florean's and slams open the front door, turning back towards Gringott's, Jacques hot on his trail.

"'Arry, thank you so much for doing zis." Jacques says, stopping him as he pulls Harry into a desperate hug. "I will pay you back as soon as I can. It may be many years, but-"

Holding up a hand to stop him, Harry smiles somberly before speaking; "You don't owe me a single Knut, Jacques." He says, motioning for him to follow him into the bank. "Fleur, Gabrielle and Maman are all my family, and I will do anything and everything I can to get them back safe and sound."

"I knew Fleur chose ze perfect mate ze moment I saw you." Jacques says, tears in his eyes as he pulls Harry into another hug. "Zere will be no more of addressing me as Jacques. After doing this for us, you have earned a place as my son. While I am incredibly 'appy wiz only daughters, I 'ave always wanted a son, too. I am proud to call you my son, 'Arry."

"Merci... Dad." Harry says, smiling as he returns the hug with enthusiasm. "Now, let's go rescue our women, eh?"

"Indeed!" He responds, following up the steps. "Let us go save our family!"

Walking up to the teller, Harry bows down to the goblin before speaking in a hurried manner. "Hello, honorable goblin. I know I was jut here, but this is an urgent matter. I need to make an enormous withdrawal. It's a matter of life and death."

"Is it now, Lord Potter?' He begins, looking down quizzically with a bit of worry in his eyes. "I will fetch Master Sharpblade at once. Please wait just a moment."

"Thank you, sir!" Harry says, sighing in to the young wizard in front of him, he hops down from his podium and rushes into the tunnels leading to the offices. After barely a minute, the goblin rushes back on with Sharpblade right behind him. "Sharpblade, thank goodness! Look, I need to withdraw a hundred million galleons to pay a ransom for my family!"

"Someone kidnapped your family?!" Sharpblade roars, causing Harry to step back in shock, not in the least bit afraid to admit he was frightened at the outburst of the goblins. Shouting to other goblins in their language, several of them began to run around in a rush, going from office to office and further back down the halls. "This is unacceptable. Now, it is normal for large withdrawals in physical coins to have a squadron of goblins to accompany you as bodyguards in case anything happens, but while they are busying themselves with the paperwork, we're going to see my mate."

"Your mate?" Harry asks in confusion. "How could your mate help us? No offense intended, of course."

"Oh, did I not tell you?" Sharpblade asks, turning around to face Harry with a feral grin. "My mate is High King Ragnok."

"Mon Dieu!" Jacques says, gasping in shock.

"Wait, High King? As in, leader of all goblins on the planet?!" Harry queries, this new revelation causing his eyes to open wide. "You're taking us to see the High King? Why?!"

"'Cause I like you, youngling." Sharpblade says, winking at the young wizard. "My mate always listens to what I have to say. You've already proven to me you could be Friend to the Goblin Nation. If my mate agrees, which he will if he knows what's good for him, then you'd be able to have the entirety of our armies to help you cut those fuckers down."

"Wait, wouldn't that breach the Goblin/Wizard peace treaties?" Harry asks warily, concern for his friend clear as day on his face. "I couldn't accept help if it meant another war."

"Fear not, youngling." Sharpblade chuckles, waving aside his concerns dismissively. "We're not going to war with wizards. We're helping a friend get his family back. That causes no breach in the treaties. They were made having to do with the rights of goblins, the stripping of the right to bear wands, and several other things. There is nothing in them that say we can't help beat down the bastards that kidnapped the family of a friend of the nation. Now, come. Let us go see my dear, sweet, Raggy-poo."

Suppressing a chuckle, harry and Jacques follow Sharpblade down deep underground, taking more than a few different transport carts and trekking down many a stair. As they go deeper, more and more lights illuminate the walls of the caverns, shining off the wet rock faces, glittering like stars in a night sky. Harry watches the cavern walls in awe, immensely enjoying the gorgeous sight in front of him. After what felt like hours, Sharpblade leads them to a decently-sized door made of some kind of black wood. Opening the door, he calls out happily to his mate.

"Raggy-poo, I'm home!" Walking forward with his arms open wide, Ragnok spins around quickly and wraps his arms around Sharpblade. Rubbing his nose against Ragnok's, Sharpblade chuckles warmly.

"Hello, love." Ragnok says warmly, before looking back at Jacques and Harry, who were looking away in an attempt not to intrude on what quite obviously looked like an intimate and loving moment between the two. A scowl adorns the King's face as he looked at Harry and Jacques in contempt. "Would you mind explaining why you brought wizards into our home, Sharpblade?"

"Oh, honey, blow it out of your ear." He scoffs, waving his hand. "This is the young Lord I talked to you over the communication crystal. The tellers upstairs are gathering paperwork for a large withdrawal. I want you to make Harry a Friend to the nation so we can help him without violating any treaties."

"You trust this wizard that much?"

"Would I have brought him to our home if I did not?"

"Good point." Walking forward, Ragnok stares up at the two wizards before they drop to their knees.

"It's an honor to be in your presence, High King Ragnok." Harry says respectfully, keeping his eyes on the floor.

"Oh, get up, you two!" Sharpblade snaps, rolling his eyes. "If you were supposed to bow in my little slasher's presence, I would have told you to do so."

Standing up, the two looked at Ragnok with a smile. "Zank you for taking ze time to see us, High King Ragnok." Jacques says, offering a hand to the goblin. Taking it with a smile, Ragnok shakes it before turning to Harry.

"So, you want to be made Friend to the Nation?" Ragnok says, staring at Harry with a piercing gaze, measuring his worth. "Why should I?"

"Because your mate said so." Harry answers, a cheeky grin on his face. "I mean, I don't know if sleeping on the couch means the same here as it does in London, but I can imagine Sharpblade doing that to you if you don't listen to him."

"How dare you?!" Ragnok roars at Harry, the young Lord's smirk disappearing. "Sharpblade already is evil enough, you don't need to give him any more ideas! He wouldn't make me sleep on the couch, I'd have to go sleep in a youngling camp! Do you have any idea how annoying those little pests are? I'd rather do anything he says than go back there again! I officially offer you the title of Friend to the Goblin Nation. Do you, Lord Potter-Peverell-Slytherin, accept?"

"I do." Harry says, his smirk even wider than before. He kneels down in front of the king, crosses his left arm across his chest, and holds the palm of his right arm facing up.

"No, youngling." Sharpblade says warmly, shaking his head with a smile. "Being made Friend means a position of equality."

Standing up again, Harry offers his arm to the King. Ragnok grasps his hand, crossing his own left fist over his chest as he does. They shake for a few moments before Sharpblade butts in, separating their hands with a growl. "Just because I like you doesn't mean I'm not going to let you steal my mate, brat."

"You can have him, Sharpblade" Harry says, feigning a look of disgust. "I take my mates tall, busty, and beautiful."

"Um, don't forget who you're here with, youngling." Sharpblade chuckles, pointing to Jacques.

"Shit..." Harry swears under his breath. "Um, these are not the droids you're looking for? Move along?"

Roaring like a wookiee, Harry and Jacques laugh, a look of confusion on the faces of the goblins as they look towards each other, shrug, and look back at the two wizards. "Well, now that you're a friend, let's get together an army to save tall, buxom, and beautiful, eh?" Ragnok asks, slapping Harry on the back.

-Fleur-

Opening her eyes slowly, Fleur can only see darkness. Her face is tender and sore, causing her to wince as she blinks a few times to try and focus her sight. Moving her head from side to side, her eyes begin adjusting to the darkness around her. The turns are stiff from a metal collar around her neck, chaffing her skin. Coughing at her dry throat, she attempts to call out; "'Ello? Is anyone zere?"

"Fleur, is that you?!"

"Gabby?!" Fleur shrieks, her terror rising even further. "No, they got you, too?!"

"Maman, too..." Gabrielle squeaks fearfully, sniffling as she tries not to cry. "Fleur, what are we going to do?"

"Listen to me, Gabby." She says, trying to comfort her baby sister, tears threatening to spill from her own eyes. "Harry and papa will come for us. They wouldn't dare leave us to the slimy little pig fuckers."

Giggling a little at Fleur swearing, Gabrielle sniffs again before asking hopefully; "You're positive?"

"A million percent certain, little bird." She says warmly, trying her best to hide her own terror. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Smiling warmly, the two young Veela hear a sound that chills them to the very bone. Apolline screams for people to stop, crying in fear and anger.

"MAMAN!"

-Fleur-

As Harry and Jacques leave Gringott's with several squadrons of goblins behind them, a man steps in their path. "Mister Delacour?"

"Can I 'elp you?" Jacques asks, his eyes quickly taking in the man's appearance. Raggedy purple robes adorn his body, his hair tussled and his face dirty. The man takes a moment to compose himself and holds out a piece of paper. "What is zis?"

"The Fidelius Charm for the base of the gang holding your family." He said hesitantly. "I'm just a two-bit thief. I didn't sign up for kidnapping or ransoms. They went too far this time, and I'll have no part of it."

Before Harry could rush forward to grab the man and question him, he disapparated with a loud crack. "Dammit! What does it say, Dad?" Harry demands. Handing it to Harry, he reads it and passes it to the goblin closest to him. "Meet us all there."

Seeing the nods from the goblins as they start passing it around, Jacques grabs Harry and disapparates to the location. A screeching sound erupts through the air as they reapparate inside of the wards. Several men come out from the broken down old warehouse, wands drawn as several wands point at the two wizards. Before the gang members could say anything, dozens of cracks fill the air as several of the goblins start appearing, weapons drawn in preparation for anything.

"Who the hell are you?!" One of the scruffy looking men snaps.

"I am Jacques Delacour." Barely restraining his anger, he tosses one of the bags froward. "I am ze Ambassador of France to ze Ministry of Magic in Britain. Did you really zink we couldn't find out where you were?"

"We have all the money." Harry spat venomously. "Bring out the women now."

"Open the bags so we can see you ain't trying to trick us!" Opening the bags, the goblins growl at the men before tossing the bags forward. "Alright, go get the Veela."

A scream pierces the air as Harry and Jacques realize the owner of the voice as they cry out in fear and anger together.

"MAMAN!"

"APOLLINE!"

Seeing red, magic coalesces around Harry in violent swirls of colors. Surging forward, the magic knocks aside everyone it touches. Stunners, bludgeoners, and cutting curses are fired at Harry, only to dissipate harmlessly against the swirling storm of magic surrounding him. Pulling out his wand, he growls out a spell. "Bombarda!" A burst of magic bursts from Harry's wand, the wall exploding into dust as the force of his spell barrels through the bricks. Looking around, Harry sees nothing in the room and he blasts through the next wall, rushing into the room before calling out. "Maman, where are you?!" Growling, he blasts another wall and rushes into the room, the sight of several wizards and witches waking up. "I swear to whatever higher powers there are, if you do not tell me where the women are, I will kill all of you and bring this building down. I'm still a little too absolutely livid to decide the order yet."

"Out the door, two lefts, third door on the left!" One of the women squeaks. Nodding, Harry waves his wand, an area wide stunner making every person there slump to the ground the instant it touched them. Going out the door, he follows the instructions and blasts the door open to see Fleur and Gabrielle chained up to chairs, collars around their necks. He gasps at the sight, before his anger growing even further in strength as he takes in the appearance of their filthy clothes, their faces and bodies covered in dirt. Rushing up to them, he waves his wand, the chains disappearing as he sends a small cutting curse at each of the collars, causing them to fall to the floor with loud clangs.

"Fleur, Gabby, are you okay?!"

"Harry, is that you?!"

"Yes, my love. It's me." He says, tearing up. "I'll be back, I have to go save maman."

"Hurry, Harry!" Gabby screams. Nodding, he turns and blasts another hole in the wall, his eyes widening at what he sees. Several men surrounding Apolline, her clothes ripped off as one of them is about to enter her.

"RELASHIO!" Harry shouts at the top of his lungs, his rage fueling the spell as it separates the head from the man's shoulders. Sliding to the floor with a dull thud, the wizards in the room stared at the decapitated head, lifeless eyes staring back up at them. No sound could be heard in the room until Harry spoke again. "You have one chance. Leave no, or end up like him. Choose. NOW!"

Taking the signal and blessing, the wizards in the room disapparated with loud cracks as Harry rushed up to Apolline.

"Maman, are you okay?" Harry asks tearfully, his composure waning fast as he slips his wand back into his robe pocket. "Did they... do anything?"

"Non, my sweet 'Arry." She whimpers breathlessly. "You came in before zey could do anything more zan touch me."

"They shouldn't have even been able to do that." He whispers, guilt and disappointment welling up inside of him. "I should have been here sooner. I should have just taken them all down first. I'm so sorry, maman."

"Non, my love." She says, sitting up and pulling him into a hug. "You did wonderfully. You 'ave nothing to be sorry for. You saved me, Fleur, and Gabrielle. You're our 'ero, love."

Nodding thankfully, Harry hugs her back for a few moments before pulling back. Taking off his cloak, he wraps it around his mother in all but blood, and helps her up, casting a small wandless cutting curse on the collar on her neck. It falls to the floor and she smiles down at him. "Zank you, my wonderful son."

"You're welcome, maman." He says, hugging her again. "Let's go home."

Well, there's chapter ten, everybody! To my biggest fan, you can rest easy, I kept my end of the bargain. It almost happened, but never did. So keep your end, and stay faithful, mon ami. To everyone else, I hope you all enjoyed this latest chapter. I know I said bi-weekly, but I thought you all deserve so much more than one extra chapter. After being gone for so long, the chapters keep flowing out of my fingers, and I just keep writing them. I hope you will all continue to be faithful followers, even when it comes to the point where chapters will take longer to write. When that point comes (I don't know when that will be, but I'm a realist, I plan for the worst situation.), then the chapters will be bi-weekly, and I hope you are all still huge fans. If you aren't I apologize, but I'm going to continue to write how I see fit. If you see any more grammar or spelling mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me. Like usual, constructive criticism is appreciated, but flames will be used to bake more cookies for those who enjoy the story. As always, read, write, review, and spread it like wildfire! This is Mystery Critic, signing off.