So I usually don't do this but I felt I had to, so here are some answers to reviews

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Yea Gabrielle will definitely be older, around 13-14

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No shes not a ghost and doesn't share a toilet with Moaning Mirtle

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Ok so I decided to answer you guys all together because you guys just said the same thing and I don't want to write individual responses. First things first, of course there are going to be holes for now, I don't know how many books you have read but I have never read a book and known everything about the character and the plot and why everything is the way it is in the first chapter. It takes the entire book to truly find out everything in the entire story. I mean if you've read the Harry Potter series you can understand where I'm coming from here.

As for his knowledge, I know more than my mother and father combined and both have degrees, but the difference between me and them is that they are wiser. Being smarter than everybody around you doesn't mean you're are better than them. Anybody, no matter the age, can be intelligent, but wisdom comes with age. You can be young, intelligent, and a fool but the old, wise is always a step ahead. That's my own quote/motto, feel free to use it.

Harry sat up in bed, a book was open in front of him but his mind was on every subject but the book. Thoughts raced across his mind, most of them so quick that Harry was only mildly conscious of the thoughts, his subconscious doing most of the thinking. In truth most of the thoughts pertained to two woman, Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour. Somehow, these women where connected but how? That was the question that was prominent in Harry's mind. Pushing the thoughts almost forcefully out of his mind he looked down at his watch; 1:15. 'Might as well, go for a walk while I'm at it,' Harry thought to himself as he pulled on his invisibility cloak.

The moon shone brightly in the night sky, while the stars twinkled brightly, tonight showing more than any other night Harry had ever seen. As he looked up at the sky the only thought that crossed his mind was that this was the perfect night for Astronomy.

"Fancy seeing you out here Potter," Harry whipped around wand drawn at the forest line, he couldn't see who had spoken but it was obviously female

"Lumos" Harry said pointing his wand where he thought he heard the voice coming from, only to find the spot empty, he searched for the person but couldn't see her, "where are you?"

"Come now Potter, I know you are much smarter than that," Harry whipped as he heard the voice now behind him. The female caught his wand arm by the forearm just as it was about to strike her, "come now, what kind of gentleman are you? You almost struck me."

Even with his wand lit, harry still could not see the girl's face, and because the wand was behind her, the shadow was even darker across her face. She was wearing her cloak completely closed with the hood pulled up. Nothing gave away who this girl was, the only thing that Harry could say about this girl was that she was about as tall as he was though he noted that she was wearing boots with heals on them and she smelled faintly like coconut vanilla. Harry felt her wand being pressed to his throat and knew he was in a bind

"What do you want?" Harry asked

He heard the girl chuckle, "Me? Nothing, I was out here enjoying the night when you suddenly showed up?" she then went silent and Harry couldn't help but feel like she was looking at him almost analytically even though he couldn't see any part of her face.

"Then why do you have your wand at my neck?" Harry asked

"Oh well that's just a precaution, after all you did almost hit me, how do I know you won't attack me?" she countered smoothly, "after all you almost just did a few moments ago."

Harry couldn't argue with that logic and as a Ravenclaw had to even applaud her a manner of speaking, she was thinking with her mind not her emotions, looking at all the details, "it was an accident, I was startled that you were behind me, I apologize if I made you feel threatened," Harry said carefully and slowly

"Hm," the girl said, "well the girls don't lie, you really do have stunning eyes and are handsome to boot. Unfortunately your reputation precedes you, I won't let go of your arm or remove my wand from your neck until I am absolutely sure you won't attack me."

Harry thought to himself, there were multiple possibilities in how to get out of this situation. He thought about using wandless magic but the problem was that he was exactly on the level where he would use it publically, and at this close of range, it could be disastrous, for the both of them. He could try to overpower the girl, but that could end up disastrous as well, she could blast his head off in a second if he tried, that left him with either stupid options or the one logical option.

"Fine I will hand you my wand, that way you have control of the situation, just lower your wand" Harry said

The girl remained silent for a moment, "Wand first."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "How do I know you won't just attack me after I hand it to you?"

"I don't think you're in a position to argue Potter," she remarked, Harry could almost hear her grin

Harry couldn't argue with that, "Fine, I never thought I would be outsmarted by a Slytherin," he said as he handed her his wand

"Well, well, well, they weren't lying you are very, very bright. What gave it away that I was a Slytherin?" she asked

"You kept calling me Potter," Harry replied

"So a lot of people call you Potter," she replied smooth as ever

"True but the thing that gave you away was how you handled the situation, first off a Gryffindor, is more than brawn than brains; they probably would have attacked me the second I turned around. A Hufflepuff probably would have trusted me, which left me with a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin. As much as I would like to think that being as bright, as you obviously are, you worked the situation to well for a Ravenclaw, and besides," Harry leaned into her, his head right next to hers above her shoulder, "and I don't recognize your scent, coconut vanilla right?"

The girl turned her head ever so slightly and Harry could see her lips, they were pink, and he could see a bit of her skin that was as soon and pure as silk. She then gave him a dazzling smile, suddenly her head turned a bit to look past him, "Seems I have over stayed my welcome, I'll be seeing you Potter," she then leaned forward to where her lips were right next to his ear, "very, very soon." Then handed him his wand and walked away.

"Harry?"

Harry turned to find Fleur walking towards him, "Miss Delacour, may I ask for what, can I ask, did you want to meet me, at this hour?" he avoided eye contact with the girl

"You feel it don't you?" was all she said cutting to the chase. Harry felt the pull again.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said as emotionless as ever

Fleur drew closer to Harry, "I know you do Harry, it's the same reason you are avoiding eye contact with me."

"The reason I'm not making eye contact with you has nothing to do with what I feel for you," Harry said emotionlessly

She smiled, "I never said anything about how you feel about me."

Harry cursed under his breath, he was slipping up around this girl, this was not good, at all, "It doesn't matter. If the reason you asked me to meet you out here at this hour was for that reason, then you have not only wasted your time but mine as well." With that Harry walked right past her.

"The more you ignore it, the worse it'll get when you're around me Harry, and with a tournament that could possibly kill you, do you think it would be smart to let it build, I can tell it's already starting to distract you."

Harry stopped midstride, and turned his head ever so slightly, "Are you threatening me?"

"No I'm trying to get you to see reason, to help you, so you can help me as well," Fleur said

"And how could this possibly help me, and why would I help you?" he asked

"Because you and I, Harry, you and I are the same. Everybody loves us, you for being the boy-who-lived and I for being a Veela. We attract the opposite sex without wanting the attention, because we both know it's just lust. We have no true friends because everybody wants a piece of us, and everybody hates us for what we are," she responded smoothly coming to stand right behind him and wrapped her arm around his neck, "surely you have heard of a bond mate Harry."

Harry stood frozen, he hadn't let anybody more than shake his hand after Hermione had died, and here was this girl he didn't even know hugging him, "Bonds are only formed between couples that are truly in love and it only forms when they are truly the match for each other."

"Veela bonds are different Harry, we are matched with the person the moment we are born, you Harry are mine and I am yours," she whispered into his ear

"I'm not a Veela," Harry replied, "so you are not mine."

"So bright Harry, you should research Veela history carefully. Harry you are mine and I am yours. The bond, because it is new to you, will begin to build in you, I was born with the bond, and as a Veela the bond doesn't affect me as much as it will affect you," she explained.

Harry pulled himself out of her hands, "I don't believe you. You have no proof of what you say."

Fleur smiled, "All the proof you need Harry," she said as she walked to now stand in front of him, "is right here," she said as she laid her hand on top of his heart, "you just have to stop thinking with this," she said as said as she touched his forehead before moving her fingers as they trailed his face then his neck and finally came to rest on top of his heart again, Harry felt warmth where her fingers had trailed "and think with this again. She's gone Harry, and yes you are allowed to morn but not mope and become broken. My job is to heal you, to make you human again, to love you, and to teach you to love again." She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaning further so that her lips were at his ear, "forgive yourself Harry, and learn to feel again."

Harry suddenly grabbed her hands by the wrist with his own, he brought up all his mind shield as he looked Fleur straight in the eyes. It didn't work as he felt the pull stronger than ever, except now it wasn't his heart, it was his chest. He panicked a bit in his mind, what is she doing to me?, "Don't speak about my life like you know, because you have no idea," he said silently before he forcefully moved her aside and started to walk towards the castle.

"What would Hermione, say about you Harry?" she said, "What would she say about what you've become, would she be proud of who you are, or would she be disgusted with the beast you have allowed yourself to become? Cold to the world, because your inability to cope with her death. Blaming yourself for what was out of your control. Do you really think that the woman you loved would love who you are today?"

Harry froze, his blood ran cold. How did she know? How did she know her name? He looked back at Fleur and was surprised to find that she wasn't sneering or grinning at him, as though she had meant to cause him pain on purpose to get to him. No the look on his face was worse than anything that he could have imagined. It caused him to question everything, to question himself and what he had become, because the look on her face was that of sorrow, pain, and love

I know, I know. Its kinda short but I like it. Tell me how you like it. It's not going to be all dark and mucky all the time, there will be funny and happy moments in the story for sure, because every story needs that funny aspect to it otherwise you find your thoughts getting darker and darker and quite frankly though a riveting story it just gets you down into a bad mood, and I like stories that are like this but have bright moments as well. Hey I have a favor to ask you guys out there, I was wondering if any of you would do me the favor of writing a HP/DG story, I really like the pairing but quite frankly don't have the time to write one myself. I would love you forever and if you're a girl in the San Diego/Southern California area, I would totally buy you dinner and a movie, not even joking, and you can hold me to that. I thought about giving my number out on one of these stories so I can bounce ideas back and forth with my audience, but two things; 1) don't really want random people randomly texting me and I can imagine all the prank calls I would get and 2)…well I kinda didn't think about number two really… oh well. If I can get enough people to agree not to harass me, I'll give out my phone number, I think it would be kinda cool. Don't you?

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