Sorry for the wait, so I'll just jump right in, here's the next chapter…

"It's finally done Hedwig!" Harry yelled as he jumped up from his chair, sealed the envelope, and addressed it to his lover. "Hedwig, please fly as fast as you can, I need her to get this letter tonight!" Harry told Hedwig as he stroked her soft feathers. Hedwig gave an energetic chirp to reassure Harry that she'd fly as fast as she could, and flew out his window into the darkness, carrying with her, the most precious letter in all of existence.

Oh how he needed her now, it had been a month since they last saw each other, and there was a little less than a month before school started up again, so Harry knew that he had to act fast or else he would lose her for the rest of his life, and if this was the case, Harry decided that death, was the only path left to take.

Fleur was awoken the next morning by a loud pecking at her window. She stumbled out of bed and went and opened the window. She smiled and patted the little snowy owl on the head(not knowing whose owl it was.) Seeing as each of the beauxbatons students had been given a snowy owl at the start of their first year.

She then noticed that the little owl had a letter, she took it from the owl, and started to open it, before receiving a loud coo from the owl. Fleur smiled slightly before giving the owl a large bowl of mixed fruit, to eat, Fleur then went and sat down and proceeded to open the letter as Hedwig chowed down on the large selection of fruit that was offered to her.

Dear Fleur,

I'm not sure how to start this letter, so I'll just start by saying this. I miss you! More than anything in the entire world. I also should let you know that there hasn't been a day, an hour, a minute, a second, that I haven't thought about you. You are in my very soul, tormenting me, and as a result, I can't sleep.

I guess what I'm trying to say is…I love you! I'm addicted to you, you are my drug, and when I'm not with you, my body doesn't function properly, it shuts down, and I can't think straight or even move. I need you. My only hope is that you haven't forgotten me, and that you feel the same. But there is something troubling me about that matter as well. You see, I'm a dangerous person to be around, and if you are with me, things may happen to you. And if something does happen to you…I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So as much as I hate this idea, I think that it's better if you just completely forget about me, for your safety.

LOVE,

Harry

"Mon amour." Fleur said, as tears began to pool in her sapphire eyes. She held the letter close to her, and closed her eyes. "I 'ave not forgotten about you Mon amour. Nor will I ever forget you." Fleur said.

Deciding that it'd be best to respond to him as quickly as possible, Fleur cleared her mind and sat down at a table she had in her room, and wrote Harry a letter in her best English, then gave it to Hedwig and urged her to fly as quickly as she could back to her lover. Hedwig chirped brightly and fluttered out the window.

"It's been nearly a 3 hours since Hedwig set off for Fleur's, I hope nothing terrible has happened to her." Harry said worried. But then he heard the familiar chirp from his owl as she swooped through the window and landed gracefully on the top of Harry's shoulder.

Harry took the letter from Hedwig, and sat down to read it. He was surprised to see that she had written it in English, not with that French accent of hers that he loved so much.

Dear Harry,

Why have you waited so long with these feelings bottled up? You know I haven't forgotten you, and I never will. I love you with all of my heart, and I wouldn't leave you for anything. And all these emotions that you've been feeling, I also have been experiencing.

I tend to cry at night when I'm not with you. I can't stand being alone, when I'm not with you, I can't breathe and I have meltdown. I can't sleep anymore, and I certainly can't go any longer without being by your side.

I know how you feel, and I want you to know… I'm addicted to you too. No matter what I say or do, I can never stop think about you. You complete me!

I love you Harry Potter, my Hero, my Chosen one…Mon amour.

Love,

Fleur

Harry finished reading the letter with tears in his eyes, he then began to laugh hysterically, alerting every one of the Dursley's, sending each of them into Harry's room. "What the hell has gotten into you boy!?" Vernon yelled. Harry didn't respond, and when Vernon saw that he had a letter in his hands, he pried Harry's hands off the letter and read it to himself.

Once finished, he gave the letter to his wife, Petunia. They both scoffed at the letter, not realizing that Harry's eye's had changed color. Vernon laughed to himself before saying, "Listen boy, I will have no more of this nonsense in this house. Even if it's just a letter, it is still from one of those freaky friends of yours."

Harry's hand clenched into a fist at his uncle's words. "She is not one of my freaky friends! She is much more than that! She is a goddess in human form, whose beauty will never perish, whose body is perfected, whose soul is pure and loving!" Harry yelled in response to his uncle's previous statement.

Vernon was amused by how much Harry cared for this girl, so he thought he'd piss him off, for pure fun and enjoyment. "She sounds like an ordinary slut, who can't satisfy herself." Vernon laughed cold-heartedly. Harry couldn't take it anymore, with a bright red flash, his eye's flared up, and his entire body surged with great power.

Vernon's head sunk back into his shoulders, as he stared at this "new" Harry. He was no longer like the nephew he hated. For this new Harry, had spiked dark red hair, as if blood was spray painted into his hair. He had flaming eyes, and the claw mark of a lion on his forehead, which had replaced the lightning bolt scar that he was familiar with. Not to mention the surge of red aura around his body. To Vernon this "new" Harry, looked like someone who should be in a cartoon.

"SHE'S NOT A SLUT!" Harry spat. Vernon stepped back, he didn't want to piss of this already enraged Potter. Harry saw the movement and immediately reached for his wand, before pointing it at his uncle and screamed, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" And a jet of green light, bolted out of Harry's wand, striking his uncle square in the chest knocking him through the wall and out onto the front lawn.

Harry snarled in success and returned to his "normal" self. Petunia Dursley was already out on the lawn crying over her dead husband, but Harry didn't care, that moron had called his true love, a name that caused his heart to become enraged.

Anxious to get out of the house, Harry packed his trunk and grabbed Hedwig's cage, before levitating them and using a spell to make them follow him. Once finished Harry grabbed his broom and urged Hedwig to lead him to where Fleur was. They both flew out of the house making little to no sound at all. "Fleur…I'll see you soon!" Harry thought to himself.

Thus concludes the 3rd chapter. Review and tell me how I'm doing so far, or if I can do anything better.