The Talk

By Jamnaz79

Notice: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own really anything for the ideas, I am sure they have been used somehow and someway before. I do not claim to be a great writer, I just want to tell an entertaining story.

It started with a whisper. Harry was heading back towards his dorm dinner a day before the other schools were going to leave. He had been deep in his thoughts, depressed over what happed at the end of the Tri-wizard tournament. He had failed and been tricked. Now Voldemort was back and Cedric was dead. He felt horrible inside over what took place. The fact that most of the school seemed to view him either as insane or a murderer made it worse.

He was walking back towards the Gryffindor common room, not that it was much of a sanctuary this year. Half of the year the House had hated him and turned against him, hell most of the school had done that to him! Yet now he walked back alone till he heard the whisper. It sounded like a soft voice made of music floating to him. He felt a pull at his magic, a pull that he knew he had felt before from the unused classroom on his right.

Harry slowly approached pulling out his wand to hold it at ready. The doorway to the classroom was slightly ajar allowing the whisper to continuously linger in the hallway. Harry, the brash Gryffindor slowly pushed open the door of the classroom to find a slight unexpected sight. There seated on the told teacher's desk was a beautiful blonde haired seventeen year old. The girl was girl he had seen before often enough during the tournament and eve over time become friends from the shared experience. He now knew what the pull at him had been, it was the allure of Fleur Delacour. With the knowledge of what was affecting him, Harry easily through off the desire and shackles that the beautiful part-veela's magic was trying to lay.

She looked up from the book in her lap with a smile. On the bridge of her nose was a pair of black glasses for reading, something he had not realized she used. Still, they gave the elegant beauty a nerdy quality that he had to admit was attractive. The book snapped shut as a knowing smile filled her lips, "Hello Harry, I was waiting for you."

"Hello Fleur, I don't know why you were waiting for me but I doubt I would be good company." The younger teenager answered at once.

The blonde hair of the girl ran like a river over her shoulders as she hopped down from her seat on the desk and walked over. Her every step was elegant as a dancer and yet seductive. She seemed to his eyes be a tigress on the prowl and he for the moment appeared to be the prey she wanted. Her mid-calf boots came to a stop just before Harry and the taller girl leaned forward till he could feel her breath almost brush against his skin. His cheeks were turning bright as a Weasley's hair at the feelings stirring within him. For a brief moment gone was the tournament, gone was the betrayals, gone was the worries and the rest of the world, even the concerns over Voldemort. In this moment for Harry Potter there was only him, the classroom and the beautiful young woman before him invading his space.

It was almost unexpected even though she had been so close, her arms came up and wrapped around his shoulders. Her left leg pressed against his outer thigh, letting her thigh high slim socks run against his skin. Her breath now between them was starting to fog up his glasses. Then she whispered, "Are you sure you want me to leave you be Harry?"

How in the hell would any teenager or grown man want to escape from this situation? Harry may be repressed for what he had to live through. Hell normally besides Hermione he never wanted human contact, but for this brief moment he didn't care about how close she was. Correction, he cared but he liked it. He liked the feel of her firm bosom pressed against his chest. He liked the feeling her arms wrapped around him and the fluttering of warmth filling his chest. He wanted this feeling and wanted more of it! Perhaps it was this moment that Harry Potter discovered that he was a teenager with emotions and hormones! He didn't notice as his tongue slipped out of his mouth and brushed her lips while trying to wet his own. He then whispered, "No, I don't want you to do."

The smile that filled up her face was brighter than the sun. It was as if it was a cold winter day and she was the first breaking of light from the clouds. Her left hand slid into his hair gently running through the tangled black mess. Gently she leaned even closer to Harry and pressed her soft lips against his own in a gentle kiss. It was short, only a few moments but it was enough to do something that no Death Eater had ever done. The boy-who-lived was stunned and unsure how to react. Then it was over before he realized he hadn't done anything.

The dark blue of Fleur danced with mischief at the sight of the stunned boy. She slipped back from him instead capturing his hand and guiding him over to the table she had been seated at. Slowly she lowered back down to sit and patted next to her, "Now talk to me. You saved the life of my sister Harry. You are my friend and I will give you an oath if necessary not to reveal anything you tell me."

Perhaps it was the kiss, perhaps it was the fact he was thrown off of his normal routine. Perhaps it was just the fact that he felt alone, lost and abandoned by everyone during this year. Whatever it was Harry let it out. He started to talk about this year, but by the time that was done he started on the past years, then onto his home life and everything in his life. All of his suspicions, concerns, dreams and failures in his life were laid bare before Fleur. She listened to him every moment only commented from time to time. Hours went by and neither noticed they just talked as Harry let out everything that he had been holding back. It was a conversation that neither of them realized at the time that would change the course of History for Magical Britain.

~~~ Talk ~~~

Harry Potter was frustrated. He had returned home to his relatives to the hellhole that was number 4 Privet drive. It was like that the scum that was the Dursley family had somehow realized that he had been through hell this year. He barely made it inside before the abusive behavior of his Uncle started. He barely made it upstairs wouldn't getting into the middle of a fist fight with the overgrown walrus. But, it really didn't matter to Harry.

Why didn't it matter? Because he was waiting for one owl to come and as soon as he received it his plan would be put into motion. Harry didn't care what his relatives did. He didn't care what happened to them. Hell part of him buried down deep didn't care if they ended up dead from Death Eaters as soon as he left. They had made their fate and they would reap what they sowed. Instead all Harry wanted was to be free.

The wings of the beautiful owl were white. The same white that he had seen flying into his window a hundred times before. Even though each time Hedwig came to him he admired her beauty, now this time he looked only at the letter. It was his hope, his dream for freedom and in a few seconds he would know. A gentle nip of affection from the female owl caused a smile to fill up Harry's face. He slowly unrolled the parchment and pulled it off. He unrolled it quickly and read the six little words that made his heart leap.

Harry,

It is done. Come tonight.

A few hours later Harry Potter had taken out his broom, active the shrinking power of his trunk and wore his father's invisibility cloak. He opened the window then quickly flew out into the night unseen and unnoticed. He flew for hours and hours away from the house with the plan never to return.

~~~ Talk ~~~

Vernon Dursley was in a horrible mood. He was stuck with the little brat back in his house. The freak that was nothing but trouble for his family was now home from school. What was even worse the little monster had his convict godfather out there. If the boy ever told what had happened to him or he was being mistreated lord knows what might happen. Still they could watch all of the time and the boy was easily cowed. With enough treatment he will beat the boy back into his old self in no time! A working slave that didn't need much food, perhaps there was a slight use to keep these wizards alive after all!

The pleasant thoughts of ways to torment his nephew were interrupted for Vernon Dursley by the door of the home being blasted in. He heard the scream of his wife as a flash of green was flung from the doorway to strike into the body of his son Dudley. The good lad fell down onto the ground at once crumpling to a heap. He was on his feet at once reaching towards the ledge over the television. He pulled down his old rifle, already loaded and pointed it towards the doorway. No matter what the freak of a nephew was up to the boy was going to get it! He didn't give a shit anymore what that old codger might think but he was going to deal with this once and for all.

Vernon Dursley pulled the trigger and felt the kick back of the gun as it fired towards the doorway. He had the satisfaction of a groan of a pain as a body collapsed to the ground. He went to reload and fire again when a red spell hit him. It felt as it his whole body was on fire as he fell to the ground in pain. Every muscle, every fiber of the body of Vernon Dursley felt as if it was on fire. He felt the spell weakening and heard again the word whispered, "Cruico."

The spell would be recast five times in a row as both Dursley were on the floor whimpering in pain. There was never a question asked of them. It seemed the intruders had already searched the house and found the boy not there. So instead the Death Eaters just spend the next hour torturing the two Dursleys. They subjected them to almost every pain imaginable before finally ending the torment and lighting the place on fire with fiendfyre.

It would not be till the next morning that an ancient Headmaster would realize that the home of Harry Potter had been destroyed.

Author Note: I have gotten alot of requests in the past for a Harry Potter with Fleur and Gabby story. Well here is one for you. It would be Harry going to Beauxbatons for schooling. He would get into mischief there and a bit of fun. Plus since the house was attacked and burned down Dumbledore wouldn't realize where Harry was at first. Instead he would be attending the other school under the name Delacour. How did Voldemort and friends attack the House you wonder? Well if Tom is resurrected with Harry's blood why wouldn't he be able to pass by the blood wards? If he could do it how would they bind out the rest of the death eaters since the wards most likely stopped the marking, hence they could just pass. Add in a sleeping guard and you have a well toasted Dursley family. Why did the Delacour's take in Harry? He saved the life of their daughter so they would feel a life debt. Thoughts?