A/N: read the notes at the end of this chapter, important to the story!

NSFW chapter, steamy stuff this chapter, but important stuff as well. Please read notes at the end of the chapter, important info!


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


In life you get very few if any absolutely perfect moments. Moments so achingly beautiful that it drives you to happy tears. A moment where your heart feels so full that all you can do is weep at the perfection that is God's, Allah's, the Gods, Mother Earth's, or any other deities out there's great wonder and achievements. Moments that take your breath away. You suddenly realize you presence is not insignificant, what you once understood of your place on this earth was just a child's understanding of the bigger picture and how could you ever go back to thinking as you did before. Moments that change you to the core, moments you cannot describe why or how they are different they just are. So you stare in wonderment at the sight or situation that put you in that state to begin with and your brain stops. Thinking is no longer required, all you can do is feel and bask in the feelings that wash over you. Your cheeks hurt from the thousand watt smile, you laugh as you are crying tears of indescribable happiness. You are so complete that you wonder how you ever lived before this moment.

One true moment of rainbow bright color in a sea grey.

These thoughts and colors descended on Hermione as she witnessed what she could only describe as perfection. Fleur had just screamed out Hermione's name in a fit of passionate love making, reaching their climaxes at the same time. They were as close as two people could be, intimate, longing for even more connection. Clinging to each other, needing each other, breathing for and into each other.

Hermione couldn't explain the need she had that night to be with her imprint, it was a primal need, an instinctual imperative.

The time leading up to the final task had been, thankfully dull. While the tournament had always been deadly, Hermione was happy to have her imprint soon to be done with the tournament. Too many other dangers lurked around the corner for them to continue to worry about a silly contest.

Fleur on the other hand was insatiable about preparation. Word got out that the last task was a magical maze full of nasty surprises. The heightened risk of the upcoming war meant that she could double this practice as preparation for war. Not many people knew that Veela's were more than just lovers, they were also fierce warrior clans. They fought to protect what was theirs, through the generations the flock had fought in every major wizarding war and were sometimes even the very thing that tipped he scales in the victors' favor. She would not fail her love.

However she had been so concentrated on her task that her frustrated lover had grown desperate.

It was the night before the evening task. Fleur was, as usual, training in the forbidden forest with Madame Maxime and a visiting alumni. Fleur had her back to the stalking wolf as she flicked her wand fluidly, repeating the incantation she had been practicing. She was so concentrated on her task she didn't sense her mate coming. Hermione smirked in her fur and grabbed her mate mid-wand up stroke, by the back of her collar with her teeth.

An incoherent slur of French flowed from the Veela who had been unceremoniously thrown on her back and ran quickly away from the amused elder giantess and Veela alumnus.

She ran at breakneck speeds until she reached her pre-planned destination. The cave that they had first mated in came into view and Fleur's anger and curses faded away, her features softened and a lone tear escaped her eye. She fell forward hugging her furry mate's back, cooing loving words caressing her furry body wherever she could reach. The wolf responded with a long purr of happiness as she trotted towards the remaining distance to the cave that held so much meaning to the pair.

Hermione stopped her trotting forward, and her imprint climbed down as she shifted back to her human form. A look of lust and deep need filled the Veela's eyes at the sight of her naked and very turned on mate by the smell of it.

Fierce love making began the evening, hours upon hours of sweaty passionate love, howls of inhuman sounds echoing the surrounding Forrest as Hermione climbed higher and higher. Some rounds they had mated in their shifted forms some half and others entirely human. A series of deep scratches of claw and bite marks littered both fatally healing magical bodies. All movement had lead up to this final moment of pure bliss Hermione was experiencing.

Fleur reached up as she caught her breath and came back to herself, wiping away some of the tears with the pads of her thumb.

'Shhh my love don't cry, I am here.'

Hermione leaned into the soft caress purring loudly.

'What is it ma chérie?'

Hermione responded, ' you get me, you accept who I am, always, knowing what I need even when I don't. How do you do that? ' she tilted her head in question at the last.

Fleur smiled deeply, committing the look on her wolf's face to memory. She wanted to remember this tender moment. Her mate vulnerable so much love surrounding the cave, her heart ached.

'You are a part of me, I was not whole until I found you. I get you because we were meant to be. I love you without reservation because of how you love me, you are such a tender soul, so loving, so very smart, I am humbled by your affections. Words cannot express what I feel for you. I may know you, but without doubt you know me. Better than I know myself. Your fierce protection of me is something I feel unworthy of, you honor me. I will say to you what you said on our wedding night… take me as I am, all of me, I'm yours forever, even then I don't know if that would be long enough…forever will never be enough with you petit louvre, my wolf, my love forever.'

Fleur leaned up and captured Hermione's lips in a passionate kiss, stealing the last breath she had. They began softly moving against each other then, caressing, holding, loving each other. Colors swirling around them. Primal need picked up, desire and love driving their very life force, their pace continued its slow, but meaningful and nonetheless deep feeling in the pit of their stomach, deep in their cores. Refusing to become undone alone they entered each other at the same time. Brightness burst all around them, these colors were but an afterthought to the pair. Palms flat, pressing against their needy clits as they entered over and over again staring deeply into their eyes they continued through the candlelit evening. The very walls seemed to shake at the power of their coupling, and still they locked eyes, sounds of their love making escaping their mouths. Colors brighter than the light of day surrounded them in a symphony of hues and splashes of sound at the completion of their union. They collapsed into the rug below, having tumbled off the bed some time ago, a tangle of limbs, sweaty bodies, and hair. This time had felt, for some reason, just…more.

In the darkness that followed they fell into a blissful contented sleep.

If the pair had been looking they would have seen a barely there glow in Fleur's abdomen, before it extinguished into the night. Hermione in her slumber unconsciously pulled her imprint closer, smiling into her neck, purring contently.

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Elsewhere

'Ah good! Hoggle, come come, I see you have survived the conversation with our dear friend Aro, I trust you bring good news?'

The short goblin hobbled forward tentatively.

'Yes sire, they will join us.'

'Excellent! The time is almost upon us, very soon all of the pieces will fall into place.'

Jareth let out a maniacal laugh as the worried diminutive goblin scurried away.


Back at the castle

Ginny was pressed up against the underside of the stands that awaited the arrival of the champions. Legs wrapped around her Veela, fingers dug into the neck and flowing blonde hair, lips mashed together as they together stretched the limits of their hasty silencing spell. Her skirt was around her waist, undergarments vanished, and blouse open, exposing herself to the slightly shorter woman thrusting deep inside of her. In an explosion of her orgasm she yelled out between continual thrusts:

'Three-ahh

(whack)

-hun-ooh

(thunk)

-dred,

(thud)

ummm

and

(wood structure groaning under stress)

ninety

( bang)

ahhh

FOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUR!'


The Veela flock were dancing to their school song as they sang it, happily awaiting the arrival of their champion and Alpha. Their seats below began to shudder and heard a strange number being yelled out from some muffled source, pausing their dancing. The silencing spell had lifted and the entire stadium knew that young Ginerva Weasley was once again in a compromising position with her Veela.

They erupted in a fit of giggles at the young Gryffindor and their own speaking their language of love in such a public way.

Snape, whom had been looking for the lost Gryffindor paused, as he was right by the flock and leaned back looking below the seats, where a red faced red head was still clutching the blonde terror in a display of undress that was not at all appropriate for the surrounding students to witness. He flicked his wrist casting a disillusionment charm and the strongest silencing spell he could muster as he shook his head smacking his forehead with his other hand walking away muttering to himself about dunderheaded horny witches and Veela.


Ron had ensconced himself back into the fold of the Order, while still servicing the brooding Bulgarian in secret.

Victor had been given the entirety of the intel that the red headed male could figure out. They were in contact with the Goblin King who had intermittently taken up residence in the boy-who-lived's chambers. Privy to all that could not be discovered by his spies.

He visited the ship often, letting the dark young wizard know that the time had come…


'This is all your fault mo ghràdh!'

Minerva yelled as she threw plate after plate at the bare of her dark lover whom was hastily dancing away from the shards of exploding plates.

'If you would just tell me what I did (crash!). Maybe I could fix. (smash!)'

'I'll tell you what you did (throw)'

She threw the rest of the pile on the ground, stepping right into her love's space. Screeching at the top of her lungs.

'YOU ATE ALL OF MY PICKLES!'

Bellatrix was not expecting that, she stood there frozen, slack jawed.

Her kitten in all of her fury, hormone filled beauty. She could not more in love with her Tabby at that moment. Approaching her love as one would do a predator she slid and arm around the waist of the slightly taller woman kissing her straining neck that was breathing hard. Sensually calming down her Min.

She subtly snapped her fingers summoning the tartan covered elf of the McGonagall clan.

Whispering to the scruffy looking elf, cutting off any question the creature may have had 'Mack I need the hidden bottle of pickles from the estate quick!'

'Eye, be back in a flash lass'

In the blink of an eye he was gone and had reappeared with the magical jar of self-replenishing pickles from the McGonagall Manor.

Picking up the jar without glancing back at the elf who disappeared quickly with a knowing smile, she leaned back producing the jar for her lover.

'Now, does this satisfy our little cub?' She asked as she kissed the underside of her lover's jaw.

Minerva immediately began crying.

Bella had gotten used to the swiftly changing emotions of her lover through the progression of the pregnancy and set the jar down. She wrapped up her witch in a loving hug.

'I'm not going anywhere luv.' Bella knew it wasn't about the pickles.

'How about we make our way to the stadium, hmmm? It's about time for the young competitors to arrive.'

Gathering herself once again together, she straightened her robes. 'I suppose you are right.' Lightly chuckling

'I'm always right!'

Minerva laughed even harder at her love.

'Oh lass come on then, before we cannae fit your big head through the door.'

Bellatrix's cackling answer of a laugh followed them as they made their way to the stadium.


Luna had worn her Gryffindor lion costume to the stadium, she waited for her friend amongst the sea of blue clad Veela. Fleur's parents were in attendance sitting right next to the curious blonde whom they had gotten to know in the last few days of visiting.

'Don't worry Madame Delacour your young one will be arriving soon with Wolfy. The Gulping Plimpies are all in a twitter about their arrival.'

Emmitt and Appoline raised an eyebrow at this and shook their heads.

'Oui thank you un petit'. Appoline stated as she smiled down at the dreamy eyed girl.

Luna had taken to the task of finding the ingredients for Tom with a vengeance. They had managed to get one Horcrux back to Tom's soul so far and he had regained the first sign of his humanity. His long lost nose was the first thing to return, along with one layer of the greying skin starting to show some human coloring once more.


Harry was the second to arrive at the stadium. He entered on his Firebolt circling to a chorus of riotous cheers. Dropping off of his broom he stood next to Hagrid proud to have his friend at his side and Dumbledore quickly approached eyes twinkling with mirth. Hagrid slapped the young wizard heartily and knocked him forward tossing his spectacles on the ground. The elder wizard flicked his wand and levitated the glasses back on the boy's face.

'Ah young Master Harry it is good to see you.'

Harry laughed at the word play. 'You too Professor, thanks loads.'

He looked up into the stands to see his beau standing with his fellow Snakes cheering his school on. Winking he turned his attention back to the other competitors.

Victor came in carried on the shoulders of two of his kinsmen and stood tall with his creepy headmaster.

They had yet to see sign of Fleur, but figured she would be there soon enough.


All eyes turned towards the slowly stalking huge figures approaching. Fleur sat atop her wolf like a conquering hero. Fierce growls and snarls came from the shifter, Fleur too had her game face on, serious, striking fear into those whom would oppose.

The Veela decided to wear her warrior's uniform instead of the light blue muggle looking pj's that had been laid out for her to wear. She had worn black leather pants, that were so tight they looked painted on.

Her boots came up to her knees, encasing a hidden dagger and her love had hidden an protected compartment inside the heel of the boots that encased several potions, books, dry food as well as change of clothes. The extension and featherweight charms working flawlessly to provide for whatever the Veela might be faced with.

The woman's top was a black bra shaped enchanted leather wrapping. Her midsection clear of clothes showed magically applied symbols, some Native American, some runes, and others ancient Veela. Her back had the sword of her mother proudly displayed and a whip on her hip, forearm holding her wand holster. She cut a frighteningly beautifully deadly figure.

Hermione stopped besides Harry. He nervously looked up to the fierce duo, unsure of their mood with an entrance like that. It took a few seconds of shakily staring for the wolf to suddenly wink at the boy-who-lived and unceremoniously lick the side of his face.

'Ahh gross 'Mione'. Harry grumbled.

With a wolfy chuckle Fleur got down off of her mate. Hermione trotted off behind the bleachers quick and returned human and very much clothed. She stepped up to her imprint and in front of everyone present snogged her with everything she had.

Leaning her forehead to Fleur's, closing her eyes, and clasping her hands on the shorter woman's jaw she whispered softly:

'Be safe my love, I will see you again'

No long flowery speech was needed, for they had already said it all. A quick kiss and she left her love with the headmistress Madame Maxime.

'Have fun with your puppy?' The headmistress jibed playfully.

Fleur's cheeks reddened but laughed.

'Oui'

Dumbledore stepped forward explaining the task and told of it beginning as soon as the cannon would go. He brought the competitors closer for one final word of warning before Filch fired cannon before everyone was ready...again...chuckling at the squib the Professor sent the young ones on their way.

All three competitors went into the maze in a different entrance, a wall of sound from the stadium suddenly went quiet as the maze closed in behind them. They were finally at the last task, alone…

An eerie color of the sky covered them and fog rolled in constantly.

Each champion faced much in the spooky maze, some viscous greenery that would only yield with a slice from Fleur's sword. Harry had been confronted by a nasty bogart that nearly took off his head before he

Ridiculous-ed it into oblivion, and Victor had a limp from where an arachnid took a chomp at his leg before being burned by the fire from his wand. They all had avoided each other in the duration but felt constantly like they were being watched. Time seemed meaningless here and realized just how easily one could lose their mind to madness in the confines of this place.

Seemingly all at once, just when they had all stated to lose hope. From all directions the three champions saw both the cup and their competitors. Blinking momentarily they suddenly came to, and ran towards the cup full tilt. Flinging stupefy and knockback jinks at one another, but narrowly missing their targets. All at once the reached the glowing object and immediately clasped on the tri-handled cup in one hurried motion.

Victor had a grotesque gleeful smile as he said:

'Now I've got you, filthy bird! The king will be glad to meet you soon enough. He muttered a sticking spell on the Veela as he wrapped his other hand around Fleur's keeping her from being able to let go. Her eyes went wide as she realized she had been tricked by the brute. The uncomfortable pulling from their navels let them know that they were all to be port keyed off to an unknown location immediately. Panicking Fleur looked to her mate's brother, knowing she could not save herself but had to let them know what was happening. At the last second she kicked Harry in the sternum breaking his connection with the portkey.

Harry looked at her hopelessly, a question of why in his emerald eyes as he tumbled towards the Earth.

Fleur yelled at the same time, 'tell Hermione…'. She was lost in an instant not being able to finish her statement, but her eyes held the unspoken words.

Harry had been dropped in the center of the arena by that kick. He fell onto the center of the crowd, just outside the maze where they had begun. Thunderous applause erupted throughout the stadium. It seemed Harry had won…but slowly they all stopped when they noticed the shock and agony on the young man's face.

A piercing cry of agony left his throat.

'It was a trap, it was all a trap!' Harry yelled, screaming maniacally. 'He took her!'

Hermione rushed towards her, pushing anyone and everyone out of her way.

'Harry, Harry!

Where is Fleur?!

Where is my wife?!'

Harry just cried silent tears bottom lip quivering, answering better than any words could. His Draco had vaulted over the front of the stands and held the boy in his arms, crying deeply.

Hermione took several steps back from her brother, stumbling onto her backside. Speaking one word over and over 'no,no, no…'

She was overwhelmed with grief and anger, she shifted immediately, clothes ripping violently. Her massive head arched back howling a chillingly sorrowful song, the song of the broken-hearted wolf.

In the surrounding silence that followed a lone low timbered voice heartbroken for his youngling echoed throughout the stadium. A parental howl of pain stemmed from his throat. Tom had stepped towards his daughter, abandoning his cloak that allowed him to attend the tournament's final task in anonymity, dropping to his knees a now slightly more human looking father knelt before the crying wolf, now leaning into his embrace.

Word had spread that possibly the former Dark Lord was being housed at the castle, but they were just that, rumors... The surrounding gasps at his presence and loss of control of his emotions let everyone know of his change in demeanor. Love for his child, and heartbreak at her loss could be felt all around. He leaned back looking into his child's wolfy eyes, forehead to furry forehead as a lone tear slid down his cheek, quiet words of sorrow and promises of retribution, they would find her love and save her.

A now obviously pregnant Professor McGonagall approached the grieving pair and touched his shaking shoulder. The silence besides the wolf and father had not broken. Not a dry eye was present in the surrounding stadium. A wordless question was asked of the man and he sat on his haunches defeatedly responded face full of agony as he loudly, but brokenly and solemnly responded:

'It has begun'.

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A/N: We have finally reached the end of part 1 of this story. Thank you to all of you that have stuck with me throughout this journey. We are in no way done though!

I wrestled with the idea of just continuing on with this story and not breaking it up, but ultimately decided that it made more sense to write a part 2 of the story to continue on. I will post another chapter on this story when I have the first chapter up I'm thinking it will be in less than a month if real life doesn't get too much in the way.

Love each and every one of you lovely readers! We will meet again soon for part 2 of this story!