Veela and her wolf 6
Bold = fleur's thoughts
Italics = words spoken in French
So the muses lead me to add a little bit more of twilight characters, I hope you will allow the indulgence, as it seemed to just make sense in the story. I don't plan on having many interactions with these characters so I wouldn't really call it a crossover…but if you guys request I could incorporate more….however keeping in mind this is a fleurmione story first and foremost. No fleurmione interactions as of yet but I'm thinking within the next few chapters they will make contact.
To respond to one reviewer, yes this will have some mature scene (i.e. Smut!), be patient grasshopper, this fic I'm trying to have a slow build. Check out my other stories if you want smut first off, wink wink, know what I mean ;)
Hope you guys are enjoying this :) review if you like, you guys are awesome!
On with the story!
Daughter of the dark and moon
hidden in mud
Will meet her match with a bird of prey
Their union will be realized in a fury of
Fur joining feathers.
Destined to turn the tide
of the greatest war
Their love will save us all
Fleur
Word had spread that Lord Voldemort had an daughter at Hogwarts. Harry was inconsolable, as he blankly stared at his breakfast Fleur noticed from across the hall. One of his best mates Hermione Granger was apparently Hermione Riddle, daughter of his parents murderer. How many times had she saved his life? It was widely known that she was the brains of the trio of friends. Even thought Fleur had never seen the girl something stirred in her form her new name alone…what is happening to me? How can this girls name elicit this strange feeling in me?
The now apparently pureblood witch had yet to be seen, excited chatter could be heard from the Slytherin table. Noticeably Draco had begun silently searching for his now revealed distant cousin, with an almost apologetic expression on his face. Fleur had heard of the punch the tenacious teen gave the blonde male, and had snickered in response. Serves him right.
Fleur had never cared about anyone's blood status, as she herself was half Veela with her father being a muggle. Her mother met Emmet on an expedition to the Irish ruins. He was an American exchange student studying music at one of the universities in Dublin when they met. She had heard the story thousands of times from her parents about love at first sight, and to not judge someone's blood status. Fleur could only hope to ever have a love like her parents had for each other. It was quite a scandal when her mother found her mate in not only a muggle, but also an American. However when it was revealed his cousins were vampires from somewhere in Washington state things eased off, they were not the first supernaturals he had met, and was well versed in discretion as well as the subject of mates. Yes, Emmet had been a pleasant addition to their clan. He was such a loving playful father to his girls and always greeted them with a smile and huge hugs with his burley bodybuilder physique. Emmet didn't blink when Apolline told him about him taking her name, as was Veela custom. So Emmet Delacour became the most doting father of their clan, his silly side grounding their family.
Besides this piece of news Fleur was nervous, as this night would be the night the 3 champions would be chosen. As the presumptive heir of the Delacour clan she was required to enter. Besides being in full harmony with her Veela, Fleur was an avid lover of learning, accomplished at potions,, as well as a skilled warrior in weapons of all kinds, most notably being archery. It would be a great honor to represent not only her school, but also her people.
If nothing else, whomever the Beauxbaton's champion was, hopefully they would at least have to beat the Bulgarians. They had a score to settle with those men, a deep seated hatred that usually exploded in violence and or animosity. Please let me be the one to put Victor in his place, I still owe him from last summer…
Hermione
Hermione slowly roused from sleep this morning in an almost haze. Stretching she moaned at the tense muscles of her neck and back. Why was she so tense? Oh yeah that's right...Voldemort…Tom Riddle is my father….and my mother is some sort of shape shifter…werewolf…OH MERLIN! HARRY! He must hate me!
She vaguely remembered Professor McGonagal excusing her from her classes today if she chooses not to go,, for the adjustment she might need. Dobby had also been given the go ahead to be on her call to bring her meals, as he was recently employed with the kitchen staff. The first ever paid position held by an Elf, something that made Hermione smile at the thought.
Sitting up she noticed a few letters that had been dropped off while she slumbered, one in particular caught her eye from none other than Narcissa Malfoy. This should be interesting…
Hermione had seen her from a distance and remembered the blonde beauty, seeming cold and aloof, like the proper pureblood matriarch. Sister to Bellatrix Lestrange and Hermione's friend Andromeda. Andromeda had been like the mother she had always wished she had, always ready giving of warm hugs and support when needed. Narcissa had retained a fragment of her Black heritage with the shock of black hair on her platinum blond head. Looking very striking and attractive to be sure.
Unfolding the letter, not being able to stop the curiosity she read:
Dearest cousin:
This letter is to welcome you to our family as well as give you a brief history of your mothers side of the family you may not be aware of. I would like to apologize for my sons previous behavior towards you, and promise nothing of the sort will be coming at you ever again from anyone in either our family or the Slytheryn house. Had we known of your blood relation we would have taken you under our wing immediately , as Blacks we take care of our own. Rest assured if you ever need anything, all you need to do is ask, we are prepared to take over any parental needs, as well as offer you a place at our residence . It would be our honor to get to know you
I hope you might indulge me and meet at the next Hogsmeade weekend at the Three Broomsticks Inn for a lunch so we can get further acquainted. I have taken the liberty to contact your godmother, whom I'm told you are very close to already, my sister Andromeda. As well as your godfather from your mothers tribe Jacob Black. Both believed you to be deceased along with your mother and I'm sure will be overjoyed to speak with you and answer the many questions you may have.
Your mother was a fierce, loving, and intelligent woman. She came from America, living on an Native American reservation just outside of Forks, Washington. It may surprise you to know that not only are you part warewolf, but also part Native American. Your complexion is truly a mix of your birth parents.
Long before her first shift she was engaged to the now pack leader, before either knew what that meant. After his first shift, her cousin came to visit her from college and when his eyes met her cousin that's when they imprinted. I am told you are the called the brightest witch of your age, therefore I assume that you are familiar with magical beings mating/imprinting rituals.
Leah, your mother harbored much pain from this experience, so much so that her shift was immediate. The tribe, started by our dear cousin Epheriam Black, had never had a female shifter, so her shift was definitely unexpected. The problem started with the pack mind, they could see and hear each other's thoughts, so constantly having to see and hear his thoughts about her cousin became too much. Five years of this existence drew in her breaking point, and she requested to leave the pack to finally get peace of mind. Werewolves are pack animals and as such do not seek out a solitary existence. However, as she was not only the first ever female shifter, but also heartbroken she was given permission on the condition that she stay with her cousins here in England. While this side of the family has never had the warewolf gene, it is still family and she could be accepted.
Leah Clearwater stayed with our family starting Bellatrix's 6th year at Hogwarts and my 2nd year. The Leah I knew from that time was a happy, lovable, and fiercely loyal friend. She would often shift and walk us kids around, I remember riding her back in wolf form often as a child. She was a beautiful Grey wolf, graceful and cunning as a wolf. It was on one of those walks when we had friends visiting from school when she first met Tom. The moment their eyes met they both knew. She hurriedly went behind a tree and changed back pulling on some clothes and formally met your father. Their love was instant, and he seemed to soothe her insecurities, and she calmed his soul as well.
They got were together for 5 years before the first wizzarding war, your mother was a fierce fighter. Protecting her imprint with her life. You were conceived in love and your parents couldn't be happier.
Word got around to the Order that your mother was pregnant and due any day. You were barely 1 hour old when they came to take you. Your mother shifted in a fit of rage but was immediately killed, being weak from just giving birth, and you were believed deceased as well. The same wizard was said to kill you both. Claiming self defense, the coward. Your father was inconsolable, for weeks. This wizard had a wife who had given birth to a bouncing baby boy. The injustice of this fact was not left on your father. Planning went underway and once he had a plan he acted, going after his wolf and child's murderer, his name was James Potter.
