A/N: so while writing this chapter and receiving the reviews on this chapter, I had my first doubts on the Harry helping Gerard defeating Voldemort thing. It will look too much like a Harry is a saint story and let's just slide all the hate, resentment and vengeance away that has been festering him for his whole life. I just can't wrap my head around it and thus I decided to change the story into the generic WBWL - Harry is the real Boy-Who-Lived

I've had my doubts about the current pairing as well, how the hell will I introduce Susan to Harry? During some kind of attack of Voldemort on the Bones family and he jumps to their rescue. But then how will I maintain the relationship? Have him go and attend Hogwarts? But he has dragons to talk to and missions to do to defeat Voldemort. Can he really do that all from Hogwarts itself? Unlikely I think. So I will change the original pairing of Harry/Susan to Harry/Fleur with maybe an addition of Gabrielle.

(This is a re-upload. Nothing has changed on this chapter except the A/N is added. I changed chapter 2 so it is compliant to the plot change)

French language

Dragon speaking

5 Years later

On the top right corner of the tribune, a young man with shoulder length white hair and golden eyes was seated. He was tall and has a lean built, yet you clearly could see that he isn't any older than the senior students at Hogwarts. Yet He didn't wear any robes with the Hogwarts crest.

The young man was staring intently at the large screen displaying the events of the 3rd task of the Triwizard tournament. He was watching his twin-brother with red hair and hazel eyes standing there in the middle of a clearance in a maze. Debating with another boy, Cedric Diggory was his name he believed.

Gerard Potter, the obnoxious arrogant brat that he is, had enough of the discussing and took it before Diggory could even react and vanished alongside the cup. All people in the stands gaze shifted from the screen to the podium where his brother should appear with the cup in his hand.

Yet seconds passed on with no sign of his brother and the crowd began to become restless. The young man watched a man with black hair with a red haired woman beside him starting to talk with a grey bearded old man wearing extravagant purple robes.

Artemis Ladon started to scowl slightly as he saw James and Lily Potter discussing with Albus Dumbledore probably about where their son is. He wondered if they had worried about him like that, when he disappeared. Probably not, he never read anything in the papers about the disappearing of the twin brother of the Boy Who Lived.

Artemis shook him out of his thoughts, it wasn't the right time to start thinking about his child hood again. He had to save his brother… Again… As if the first and the second time weren't enough already.

First the philosopher stone, then the Basilisk and now he had to run off to find his brother. Of course he knew who was behind his brother disappearance. His slippery and slissing informants and spies had reported about a dark presence in Little Hangleton. Only one person would ever give a dark presence and visit Little Hangleton and his name is Voldemort.

Artemis had studied the dark lord heavily and knew about his real identity as Tom Marvolo Riddle. He had made sure that any places of importance to the Dark Lord were under surveillance and any unusual events would be reported back to him. To his surprise, last summer Voldemort finally made his return to Britain and had taken residence in his manor.

Sighing he stood up and started walking down the stands, oblivious for the now growing panic among the crowd as his brother had yet to make his appearance. He turned and walked down to the back of the stands, making sure that he was out of sight.

He drew the hood up of his cloak, gazed around one more time for any onlookers. Seeing none, he drew in his magic and flared up in bright flames and disappeared.

He appeared in bright flames in the clearing of the maze. Quickly gazing around he spotted the stand where previously the cup stood and walked over to it. He imagined that by now he was spotted by people on that big screen and they are wondering where he came from. Everybody knows that in Hogwarts you can't apparate, yet the flame traveling he used is so ancient and secret that there are no wards against it.

He felt the lingering magic of the portkey and he just needed to dive in further into that residue magic to learn where the portkey was heading to. Concentrating on that residue magic, he searched through it and finally uncovered what he needed.

The Portkey had taken his twin to a graveyard near Little Hangleton, the one where Voldemort's father is buried.

Not caring that it would be in full view on the screen, he again flared up in flames and disappeared.


Gerard was whimpering in fear, gone the confident and arrogant boy. He had just witnessed the resurrection of his mortal enemy and he was never more scared in his life.

In front of him Voldemort, dressed in black robes, was addressing his followers, who he had summoned after his resurrection.

In his high voice he spoke "My friends I welcome you." He stopped and gazed around at his gathered followers before he continued "It has been a long 14 years where I have had to live in the woods of Albania. I was confident that you, my most trusted bearers of my mark would seek me out. Yet none came"

One of the hooded dropped to his knees and spoke "My lord, we continued your work. We have worked hard to clear our charges and avoid Azkaban. We have woven ourselves into positions and infiltrated the ministry."

Voldemort turned to the cloaked man on his knees "Ahhh Lucius, my slippery friend. You know that that was not done for my cause, but for all of your own personal cause. The most loyal and devoted to my cause, went down with me in my… 'demise' and are currently suffering in Azkaban for it while you have been living in luxury in your own manor." His eyes staring accusingly at every follower around him, promising pain. He continued "But we deal with this later. We have now more pressing matters to address"

Voldemort turned around and his red eyes bore into the hazel eyes belonging to the young man incarcerated by the statue. In a high voice filled with glee he spoke "Gerard Potter…. How kind of you to be my guest for this evening. I have given you, in my generosity, your very own place above the bones of my father. We can't have you standing at any ordinary place. No No, only a place among the bones of the person involved with both of my births will suffice for you."

He slowly walked towards Gerard and stopped a few feet before.

He continued speaking in a soft voice that carried through the graveyard "A lot of people consider you my bane of existence Gerard. How much fooled are they. How can you defeat me!? A boy! An arrogant boy with no talent of magic and only leeching of his fame! Rest assured boy, you will die tonight and I will send your body personally back to your parents. And then I will kill your blood traitor father and your mudblood mother."

"You know Tom.. Your own family wasn't really better, with your muggle father and squib mother. Yet here you stand, trying to act the pureblood lord that you aren't" A voice spoke up behind them

Stung like a bee everybody turned around and saw a figure casually standing there. The figure's face was hidden under the hood of a black cloak.

Voldemort reacted quick "Who dares to insult the most powerful wizard alive!?"

Almost all wizards would have cowered in fear of standing in the presence of Voldemort and being the target of his anger. Yet the figure began to laugh.

And this made Voldemort even more angry.

"You dare to laugh at me in my face!? Show your face coward! I want to watch the life leave your eyes when I kill you for your disrespect!"

The figure casually lifted his hands and dropped his hood, revealing his silky white shoulder length hair and golden eyes that glowed. The face was young indicating that he should be a upperclassman Hogwarts student. "Well hello Tom, I am Artemis Ladon. Pleased to meet you my lord" and he mockingly bowed

"It seems that I ended in a very famous party" he chuckled "Lord Malfoy is here. I suspect various other lords are here too? Lord Selwyn maybe? And Lord Crabbé and Lord Goyle? And we have Heir Potter here as well!"

"And lastly we got the half-blood Tom Riddle standing here under his pseudo name Lord Voldemort. What a shame that all this celebrity is cowering before him while he is just merely a son of a muggle who was drugged with love potions. Luckily he inherited some Slytherin genes from his squib mother or he would have turned out magicless"

Everybody was stunned into silence and motionless. The death eaters never met someone who talked so blatantly disrespectful to their Master… And without a single strand of fear too!

Voldemort was shocked. Nobody outside of the old fool Dumbledore knew this much about his heritage. If word got out about his past, this could have serious consequences for his war effort. Purebloods are proud and ones he has as allies hate anyone who isn't pure-blooded.

The silence was broken by a shout in anger by Voldemort. Artemis watched as his wand became a blur and curse after curse was shot at him by the Dark Lord.

Artemis flicked both his wrist and everybody expected a wand to appear in both his hands. Yet instead of wands, a shield appeared on his left arm and a sword appeared in his right hand.

The sword had the same colour as steel that was being heated at a very high temperature, a mix of red and yellow. The hilt of the sword was formed like a large claw. The defining colour and hilt form of the sword formed the basis of the name that was given to the sword; Redclaw.

The shield was blue coloured, resembling closely to the colour of Veraxes' scales. The shield was decorated with an image of a dragon face with fiery glowing golden eyes, looking very similar to the eyes of the wielder of this shield.

To the amazement of everybody he started deflecting the curses using both his shield and sword.

Gerard couldn't believe his eyes. The stranger, who had appeared out of nowhere, was duelling the Dark Lord and he was even holding him off! He moved graciously through all the spells and deflected them back using his sword and shield with precision to not only the Dark Lord himself but also to the death eaters.

He watched as the stranger deflected an sickly looking orange curse and it hit one of the death eaters. The death eater dropped to the floor, screaming in pain. The death eaters shook awake and started firing their own curses at the stranger, yet it didn't faze him at all.

For one split second the eyes of the stranger shined brightly and then multiple tombstones where thrown at the death eaters. Most of the death eaters were taken by surprise and got blown away by the tombstones. Many stayed on the ground, either unconscious or convulsing on the ground in pain from the blow.

Yet the stranger and Voldemort duelled on without a second of a pause. Voldemort brought his left hand up to his mouth and to Gerard's amazement, the Dark Lord began breathing fire that eventually started to take shape of a huge snake!

He saw the Dark Lord began to laugh hysterically at the sight of the large serpent of fire and stopped firing spells. But the stranger began to laugh too.

"That was foolish of you Tom"

The stranger lifted up his sword and to Gerard's amazement and Voldemorts absolute horror, the fire serpent was sucked up into the tip of the red-yellow mixed coloured sword. Then the stranger slashed his sword and the fire was released in a great tidal wave towards the Dark Lord. Gerard grimaced as he felt the heat of the fire hit him.

The face of Voldemort was filled with astonishment as he quickly slashed up his wand to deflect the wave of fire. Yet it had clearly taken out a number on the Dark Lord. His robes were sporting burn holes and smoked slightly, his face was sporting burns. The graveyard wasn't left undamaged too, bushes and grass were on fire or reduced to ashes. The closest of the tombstones were blackened. The death eaters had clothes on fire and some from what Gerard could see had burns all over them.

The stranger flicked his sword and all fire in the area immediately stopped. His eyes still glowering as they stared unflinchingly into the red ones of Voldemort. And the Dark Lord did something that only could be counted on one hand; he fled.

"This isn't over stranger" he screeched in his high pitched voice

And with a soft plop they all saw the Dark Lord apparate away. The death eaters who were still conscious and able to use magic quickly followed their master and the air of the graveyard was filled multiple apparitions.

With a flick of his wrists his beautiful sword and shield disappeared and he turned towards the person still stuck to the statue.

With a lazy flick of his hand, the statue released his prisoner and he saw Gerard stumbling forward and then falling to the ground on all fours. His twin brother was clearly in shock. Not even caring in the slightest about his brother, Artemis turned around and started clearing the aftermath of his duel with Voldemort and his followers.


Gerard POV

Artemis and Gerard appeared in front of the maze in flames. The bright light of the flames drew the attention of many people close by. In shock they stared at the unusual company that appeared at of nothing in front of them.

Artemis let loose of Gerard and moved away to search someone with authority at the ministry. They had to be informed of tonight's event.

3 shouts spread through the area "Gerard!" and a red-haired girl and boy alongside a brown bushy haired girl started running towards Gerard.

The red-haired girl almost jumped into Gerard's arms and the other 2 quickly surrounded them. By now the word of Gerard's return had spread and Artemis saw the last 3 persons that he ever wanted to see walk hurriedly over to them.

Lily and James Potter quickly drew their child into a hug as the 3 friends drew back from their hugs. Dumbledore watched fondly from a little distance and approached them when they broke their hugs. He placed his hand on Gerard's shoulder in a grandfatherly gesture, looked at him with a twinkling in his eyes and asked the important question everybody wanted to ask.

"What happened Gerard?"

Gerard, due to the presence of his friends and family, had regained some of his arrogance and confidence and decided to beautify his experience. It wasn't like they would believe the strangers story over his.

"I touched the cup and it portkeyed me to a graveyard somewhere. I was stupefied in my back as I landed and I awoke being incarcerated to a statue. One of cloaked men that were there, most definitely death eaters, started a ritual with a huge cauldron. 'Bone of my father, flesh of the servant willingly given and blood of his enemy forcibly taken'. One of the men dropped a baby like form and then a figure rose out of the cauldron."

He stopped and took a breath for a minute and Ginny, the red-haired girl, took his hand and soothingly ran her thumb over the back of his hand.

"Apparently it was Voldemort" everybody paled and gasped. Eyes wide from shock.

Dumbledore looked away and nodded severely "It was as I feared. He's returned"

Turning back to Gerard he asked kindly "And then Gerard? How did you escape?"

"He grabbed the left arm of one of the death eaters there and pressed his finger on the mark. Suddenly more cloaked figures apparated and Voldemort started to talk to them. Promising them punishment for why they didn't search for him"

He swallowed and continued "He then remembered that I was there, he freed me and gave me my wand. He wanted to kill me in a duel. We fought and I managed to hold him back. Then that man appeared" and he started looking around for the stranger who he arrived with. Finding him talking to a family with that French champion, he pointed at him.

"He started fighting the death eaters and managed to wound some of them using some weird fire magic. Voldemort realised that he couldn't do anything and decided to flee. Then the man cleaned up the damage at the graveyard and brought us back" Gerard finished proudly

"You were so brave Gerard!" Ginny cooed and hugged him again. "My hero" she whispered in his ear and she kissed his cheek

Lily and James looked proudly at their son. Not many parents could say that their child stood against and managed to hold back the Dark Lord. Especially after participating at such a hard and exhausting task as this third task of the Triwizard Tournament.

Dumbledore, although he smiled at Gerard with twinkling eyes, believed almost nothing of the story Gerard gave. He has been training Gerard personally for some hours in the week since his arrival at Hogwarts, and not once he had been given the impression that Gerard could beat the Dark Lord one to one. Through some passive legilimency when his and Gerard's eyes met throughout the story, Albus received images of the stranger duelling Voldemort and the death eaters wholly by himself.

He had to meet this new piece on the chessboard and make sure that it will fight for the Light.

He gestured to the stranger and said "well let's go meet our helper shall we?"

Everybody nodded and they started to make their way over to Artemis.


Artemis POV

As he walked away from that useless brat of a brother in search of some kind of ministry official nearby, he was startled by a shout of his name that came from slightly behind him

"Artemis!"

He turned and saw a little blond heat missile running at him with full speed. Artemis smiled as he recognised the blur and prepared to catch her. He widened his stance a little and just as he expected she fully jumped into his arms at full speed.

Artemis caught her and twirled around a little to prevent them from falling.

"Gabrielle Delacour! This isn't public behaviour expected from someone of your standing" he admonished her quietly in French.

Gabrielle just giggled sweetly as she pressed her head in the nook of his neck "I just missed you Arti"

He cared for Gabrielle with the whole of his heart and just melt on the inside when he heard her say that she missed him.

"I missed you too Gabby" and he turned his head and pressed a kiss on her head. He saw the rest of the Delacours approach, softly smiling at the two of them. "Come my angel, let me greet the others"

He softly dropped her from his arms, but not before he could feel her smile brightly in his neck when she heard him use his own little nickname for her. He took Gabrielle's hand and softly stepped over to the other Delacours.

The Delacours were, if you asked Artemis, his real family. Jean and Appoline Delacour were the father and mother he never had. And the little 12 year old Gabrielle and the very tall 17 year old Fleur were the best friends, confidants and siblings he could have ever wished for.

He met the Delacours while he was shopping in the French magic district in Paris. The initial meeting was rocky at best.

Flashback

He had just been training and living at his castle for 1 year. While walking across the main street, his attention was drawn to some commotion at one of the side streets. He decided to investigate, ever the curious little bugger that he was.

An absolute beautiful blond girl, not much older looking than him. Maybe 13 or 14 years old was being surrounded by males of different ages. They were all vying for her attention, asking her for dates and some even for sex, while sporting glassy looking eyes. One look at the girls face told him that she was afraid and clearly wanted to be as far away as possible from them.

It was clear to see from her age appearance and the attention that she was receiving that she is a Veela and currently undergoing her maturity process. Veela's will look very young, like 7 or 8 year olds, even when they are 12 or 13. At a certain age, almost always between 13 and 15 years old, they undergo their maturity process and in a short time their veela powers and appearance will change quickly. In a matter of months the formerly young looking veela will change into a young woman. During those months they have a hard time controlling their veela abilities, like their allure.

Artemis decided to step in and used his growing magical abilities to cast a shield that physically pushed all the people away. He turned to the teenage veela and saw the fear in her eyes while she looked at him. She was most definitely afraid that he would molest her because of her allure.

Raising his hands up in a peaceful manor he said to her in his lacking French "I won't do anything, I'm immune to the veela allure." He gave her a small smile and indicated to his eyes "They aren't glassed over."

The girl looked a bit closer to his eyes and indeed saw that they weren't glassy, confirming that he isn't affected by her allure.

"Thank you for your help" she softly said to him with a small smile that graced her face

He gave a nod and was about to comment that her control had returned, as was evident from the men outside of the shield losing interest in her, when his shield broke and he was forcefully turned and grabbed by his collar.

Artemis swallowed in fear as he saw the tip of a wand pointed at his face and beyond the wand, a set of steely grey eyes that belonged to a although small man with a moustache with brown hair.

"Move away from my daughter you animal" the man hissed dangerously in his face

Even though he has been receiving training by dragons in the arts of magic, warfare and many other things, he still was an eleven year old child, that would simply paralyze in fear in such situation. He nodded meekly, eyes wide in fear.

The man released him and he immediately turned and set it for a run and disappeared in the crowd on the main shopping street.

The man glared at his back, he had lost sight of his eldest daughter and had been filled with fear that something would happen with her. Especially because she was in the middle of her Maturity. His fears were confirmed when he saw a commotion and his daughter was in the middle of it.

He had reacted in a heartbeat and marched to the young boy in front of his daughter, rage filled him when the boy even had the nerve to cast a shield to remain alone with his daughter.

The man turned around to his daughter only to be met with an absolute furious face.

"Father! He was immune to my allure! He casted the shield to protect me from all those that were affected!"

The father recoiled in surprise "Really!?"

The daughter stomped with her right foot while all but shouted at him "Yes! I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't done it!"

He turned around to the direction the boy disappeared too, but he couldn't find him through the crowd. He started to feel guilty, he had jumped to conclusions.

"I'm sorry Fleur.. Maybe we will see him later again."

They did see Artemis again later on the day. Artemis had been sitting at one of the terraces enjoying a vanilla ice cream when he heard a soft voice from behind him calling his attention.

"Pardon?"

He turned around and saw the veela girl from before standing there. Artemis gave a small smile "Hello"

His gaze then turned towards the person standing next to her and he recoiled in surprise and a little fear. It was her father that threatened her.

Seeing his reaction the man soothingly raised his hands while calmly saying "Easy young man. I mean no harm."

Seeing that he only relaxed slightly the man continued "Fleur here" and he gestured to the girl he had helped, "Told me that you helped her while she had problems controlling her allure earlier today."

Artemis nodded meekly in return, so the father continued "I saw the commotion and feared for the worst. When I saw you standing there with that shield raised, I was afraid that you had been effected by the allure and were about to harm Fleur. My daughter told me immediately after I had threatened you away that you meant no harm and actually protected her from those men"

The man started to smile and stepped forward and extended his hand "I think we started on the wrong foot young man and I apologize. Let me introduce myself, I'm Jean Delacour. Father of this beautiful young lady"

Artemis visibly relaxed during the explanation and stood up and shook the extended hand while smiling "I'm Artemis Ladon sir"

"Pleasure to meet you Mr Ladon. Please call me Jean" while Jean's eyes beamed in a warm way at him.

"The pleasure is mine Jean. Please call me Artemis" and he turned to Fleur while adding "Please Miss Delacour, you can call me Artemis too"

Fleur smile, that had been formed during the conversation between him and her father, turned even brighter and she extended her hand while saying in that same soft soothingly voice he heard her thank him with earlier that day "Please call me Fleur Artemis. You more than deserved that" Then her smile turned a little cheeky as she added "My hero"

He took her hand and brushed his lips against her knuckles and looked up and met her eyes with a very similar cheeky smile "It would be my pleasure to call you Fleur… My damsel in distress"

Jean Delacour witnessed the playful banter and knew that a friendship had just born before his very own eyes. And maybe, just maybe, it would blossom into something more than a friendship when they become older.

Flashback end

Jean couldn't have been more right about that hunch on that very day at the Parisian magical district. The relationship between Fleur and Artemis had grown beyond a mere friendship in the past 4 years. They were like siblings to each other. Each other's confidants and protector if needed. Between Gabrielle and Artemis the very same sibling relation grew, she viewed him as the big brother she never had. Artemis became the 3rd Delacour child of the family in all but name and blood and the trio formed a very tight group.

It was with a beaming smile that Jean saw Artemis being engulfed in a big hug by Fleur. When they broke apart he was instantly gathered up in a motherly hug by Appoline.

"What happened Arti?" Fleur asked him while he was still being smothered by Appoline

Artemis stepped out of the hug and his smiling face filled with love turned serious "Voldemort has been resurrected"

The statement caused them to gasp in shock. They believed him immediately. They knew of his Speaker ability and the task of helping Gerard Potter defeat the Dark Lord and that he wouldn't lie about anything as serious as this.

Jean's face grew grim and serious, it seems that he would have to strengthen the wards around Delacour Manor, or atleast request Artemis to give it a one look over.

"How?" he asked him

Before Artemis answered he knelt down and faced Gabrielle. She had begun trembling and whimpering in fear and clinging onto his hand ever since he announced Voldemorts return to the other Delacours.

"Shhh my angel. Do not be afraid. I will not have him do anything to you and your sister, mother and father. If he wants to hurt you he will have to go through me and Veraxes. And you know how protective that dragon is over you Gabby"

He cupped both of her cheeks and kissed her forehead and he felt that the trembling and whimpering had been lessened. The soothing words of him had always worked whenever Gabrielle had been afraid or worried for something.

Artemis turned to Jean "The cup was a portkey brought Gerard to the graveyard of Little Hangleton. A ritual was performed using Gerard and Voldemort has a body again. I stepped in on time and fought him and his followers back. But rest assured that this was only a small fight in what will become a long war"

Fleur gasped with wide eyes "It could have been me if I had reached that cup first"

He could only nod, it was true. Deep in his heart he was glad that she hasn't won, even though she worked really hard for it.

"I know that you wanted to win Fleur, but deep inside I am glad that you didn't reach the cup first. I dread the thought of you being captured by Voldemort than that arrogant idiot of a Potter" the white haired boy firmly told the beautiful blonde.

He felt Gabrielle nod firmly in agreement and saw the expressions of Jean and Appoline telling him that they shared his feelings.

They remained silent for several moments, deep in thought about the events of tonight when Jean spoke up again "Rest assured Artemis that the French minister will be notified of Voldemorts return. I am sure that he will believe you"

The French minister of magic was next to the Delacours, the only person that knew about Artemis' ability. Hiding the increased dragon activity would be hard and to prevent unnecessary panic amongst the French muggle and magic community he informed the Minister of Magic about his existence.

The fact that the ancestral home of the Speakers has been in France for millennia has caused the legends of the Speakers to be fairly good known and the French MOM was very understand full and willing to help.

"Good, I don't know how the English MOM will react to this news. Having international back up might be detrimental for the upcoming war" Artemis replied while nodding approvingly.

"it seems like we will know that soon enough Artemis" Jean said while he nodded his head to something behind Artemis.

He turned and inwardly scowled as he saw Albus Dumbledore in the company of James and Lily Potter and Gerard and his friends.

He groaned softly as he spotted the huge proud looks on James and Lily faces and the annoying arrogant smirk of Gerard. Gerard must have fed them some poppycock story where he obviously, resides in the spotlight.

What made Artemis skin crawl was the fact that Albus Dumbledore as marching towards him with a twinkle in his blue sharp eyes so large that he could spot it from a little away. It seem that Albus was excited about something and it surely had something to do with Artemis as Dumbledore's eyes never left his.

Suddenly a feeling spread through him. The feeling that he rather fight Voldemort than participate in the upcoming conversation.