Readers, sorry I have not updated in over a month, but I just got back from National Jamboree, and then the next day was informed by my parents that my dog had lost the use of his back legs and was being put down that day, so I'm a bit of a mess emotionally right now, sorry if the content seems substandard, but creativity is being a little overshadowed by grief at this point.

Disclaimer: This is getting rather tedious, but it is still necessary to say, I DON'T OWN HP, HIS UNIVERSE OR THE CHARACTERS, thank you.

WARNING: This chapter contains one of the few sex scenes I will write about in detail, I will only write smut in detail in chapters where the scene is storyline important, like the one coming up. There is a reason the story is rated M, keep that in mind. Also be aware that this is my first serious attempt at a smut scene (I don't count the rape scene found in my other story because it wasn't all that detailed). So if you find I did something wrong or you thought the scene just sucked, don't flame me please, just review with suggestions on how to make the scene better.

Recap of Chapter 8:

Harry sighed then said, "Alright, how do we do this?"

"Simply reach out and touch my body." Fawkes said, "And the bond will be complete. Do not worry; you will not be burnt by the flames."

Reaching his hand out Harry lay his hand on the phoenix's back and gently stroked it. Immediately Harry felt the bond begin to form, and Fawkes' presence settle into his mind. Once the sensation was over, Harry looked up and grinned. "Wow!" He said, "With that kind of power boost, Dumbledore is in for a surprise.

Cah11 humbly presents

Salvation

Chapter 9: Union

As Harry walked from the room with Fawkes on his shoulder, Mrs. Delacour ran up and said, "Harry, what's up with Fawkes, His magic levels suddenly spiked and then reduced slightly, but his magical core is still more highly charged than an unbounded phoenix's core should be…" Then Mrs. Delacour saw Fawkes on Harry shoulder. Immediately her hands went to her mouth, and a smile appeared on her face. "He chose to bond with you Harry?"

"It would appear that way." Harry said smiling at the phoenix affectionately.

"Then Harry, I give you my blessing to finish the bond with my daughter." Mrs. Delacour said.

Fleur blushed and simply asked, "When?"

"As soon as possible, there is a clan meeting in two days time. All the clan leaders from around the world will be there, it would be the opportune time to reveal Harry's status as king to the clan leaders."

"What if they don't believe that he is even veela, let alone king? Harry is not unknown among the veela, even those that live as we used to in mini-kingdoms have at least heard his name and that he is human. You know they will attack first and ask questions later if they believe our species secrets are in danger of being revealed to a human."

"Don't worry Fleur, if they challenge Harry, then he will merely have to release his allure to prove he is veela, and the power of it will be enough to convince even the most skeptical that he is the king." With that Mrs. Delacour left with a knowing look at Fleur.

Fleur looked at Harry slyly, and, her blush fading said "What say we complete the bond right now? I mean, my mom did say we needed to do it as soon as possible, and once we bond, you will be considered the king, and a full blooded veela."

Harry gulped and said, "Fleur…I haven't ever been in a relationship that progressed beyond kissing before, so I'm not sure how this works…"

Fleur smiled and said, "Don't worry Harry, you're at least 3/8ths veela, and to veela, sex comes naturally. Just let your instincts take over, and let me give as much as take." The last part was added because Fleur was sure that judging by Harry's over all character; he would try to pleasure her to insanity without receiving anything himself.

Harry blushed harder and whispered, "Alright"

Fleur took pity on him, and grabbing his arm led him up to her bedroom. Once they entered, Fleur cast silencing wards, and then led Harry to the bed on the far side of the room. Pushing Harry down onto the mattress Fleur took a few steps back and then reaching for the hem of her shirt, began to pull it up over her head and off revealing a pure white bra that concealed full magnificent breasts. Moving her hands back down her body, she began to grind her hips slightly; her hands trailing down, down, down until they reached the button of her jeans which she unbuttoned and then unzipped the zipper. Her jeans fell the floor in a pile, which she stepped out of, and then began to walk toward Harry in nothing but her white bra, and matching panties.

When Harry had realized what Fleur was doing he had become aroused very quickly, his problem down south had only been aggravated even more as she took off each article of clothing and then began to walk toward him.

Once Fleur was standing in front of Harry, she put her hand on his chest and began to gently push until he was laying on his back, then she straddled his legs and leaning over engaged Harry in what started as a very gentle kiss. At this point Fleur began to emit her allure, not at full power, or even half, not even enough to enthrall Harry, Just enough to increase the sensations he would be receiving from her kisses and caresses.

Soon Harry had decided to just let go, and let instinct take over. Deepening the kiss, he gently licked Fleur lips with his tongue, asking for entrance, which she granted. Harry moaned as Fleur's hands began to wander over his body, pushing his shirt up to his neck, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants, and caressing every inch of flesh she could. Fleur moaned back as Harry's tongue slipped into her mouth and began to run over her own tongue, and her teeth, making a mental map of her entire mouth. His hands had also begun to wander over her mostly nude body; they had started on her back, one going north, the other going south. The one headed up caressed her neck, her head, and then gently cupped a breast which he began to rub and caress with just his fingertips, the hand headed down trailed down her spine, sending shivers through her, then the hand grasped and began to gently rub her firm arse.

Fleur moaned and broke the kiss panting. At first Harry was concerned that he was over stimulating her, but his gut told him that she was fine and that he was doing exactly what she wanted him to. Soon his mouth was busy again sucking on her neck and earlobe while his one hand began to rub Fleur sensitive nipples, while the other hand had moved from her bum to the other side of her body. Cupping her sex, he began to run his finger over her slit through her soaked panties. Fleur groaned and because of the amount of pleasure she was receiving said in French, "Harry, svp m'aiment."

Oddly enough, even though Harry had never learned French, he knew what she was asking and moved to grant her request immediately. Moving his hand from her breast he quickly pushed his pants to the floor and then pushed down his boxers, revealing his respectable length of 5 inches. While not the largest cock Fleur had ever seen, it still ranked in her top thirty. Moving atop Fleur, Harry looked directly into her eyes and then reaching down, unsnapped her bra and pushed down her panties. Looking back into her eyes, Harry slowly maneuvered himself to her pussy, and letting his instincts take over again, began to push into her.

The feelings were indescribable, it felt like is cock was being massaged by a velvety soft, warm sleeve; and she was so tight that Harry was moaning before he had even pushed half way in. Fleur wasn't hanging on much better, she had of course had sex before, (certain yearly rituals in the veela's religion demanded it), but the rapidly expanding bond caused the amount of pleasure from the penetration to increase exponentially until she was moaning loudly with each breath. With an exceptionally loud moan from both of them, Harry bottomed out in Fleur, and leaning over, Harry immediately fixed his lips on one of her nipples and began to suckle it while running his tongue around the very edge of it, causing Fleur to clench the sheets of her bed in her white fisted hands. Soon Harry was moving in and out of her in a slow but building rhythm, building their pleasure to an ecstasy thought to only be attainable by those who found nirvana.

Fleur was almost screaming by now every time Harry pushed into her, and she managed to stutter out, "Harry, I-I'm going to cu-cum."

"Me too." Harry moaned out as he began to move back and forth between her two nipples with his mouth. Harry was now moving in and out of Fleur at a furious pace, sometimes withdrawing all the way out before slamming back in, (due to his veela instincts he never misses). Soon enough Harry could feel the crest of his orgasm coming and could tell that Fleur was close as well. Slamming in one more time, Harry sucked extra hard on Fleur's nipple while whipping his tongue over it like crazy, causing Fleur to tense and then erupt in a high pitch scream that marked her orgasm. This resulted in Harry being pushed over the edge as Fleur's pussy began to clench around his cock like a vise, sucking him in and milking his balls of all the cum they had to offer.

As they came, a golden glow surrounded the pair and magic began to radiate out from them like light from a flare. As Harry spurted into Fleur, his body began to change in obvious ways, and other more subtle ways. He became slightly taller, growing to 6' 1" in height, his muscles became a little more defined, and most of the scar tissue on his body faded away to be replaced with normal, health skin. The most obvious change to Fleur at that time was when his cock, which was still buried in her to the hilt, suddenly grew another 2 inches in length, causing the head of his cock to hit the back of her vagina, setting off another orgasm. Finally when their orgasms had finished, and Harry and Fleur were lying next to each other recovering, Fleur took a good look at Harry's new appearance and decided that she loved it just as much, if not more so than his old look. Then the allure hit her, and she was enthralled almost immediately. Moaning, Fleur began to rock on Harry again, the allure making her want to bring him as much pleasure as possible, while she herself became more aroused with each passing second. Harry moaned in pleasure and surprisingly, pain as Fleur moved under him, stimulating his over sensitive organ. Reaching down he placed his hands of Fleur's hips and held her still, settling atop her and said tiredly.

"Fleur, please, I'm too sensitive and tired right now. Please let's just lay here and rest for a while."

Fleur moaned and said, "But Harry, it feels so good, for me and you, let's do it again, please?"

Harry was about to respond a little angrily, as his organ was being stimulated to the point where it was painful, when he realized that he was projecting his allure and that Fleur could literally not stop herself. With much concentration, Harry drew his allure back in and then said, "Fleur, please can we just rest?"

Fleur had been about to push Harry back into her when his allure lifted and she came back to her right mind, realizing that her actions were not pleasurable to Harry at all, but actually quite the opposite, she quickly pulled him out of her and sounding concerned asked, "Harry are you ok? I didn't hurt you did I?

"Don't worry Fleur, it wasn't your fault, I accidentally released my allure and enthralled you, sorry bout that. Why are you staring at me?"

Fleur had taken a better look at Harry; this more through look caused her mouth to fall open in shock, and her to become so hot and bothered that she almost jumped Harry again right there. There was no other word for it, Harry was HOT! His facial features had become a little less angular, and looked younger, His hair still was unkempt, but it had a look as if it were windswept, as though he had just gotten off a broom. His muscles were more noticeable, he was certainly no body builder, but he had a six pack, and the kind of muscles that show others you're strong, but don't necessary advertise the fact.

"Wow Harry, you changed quite a bit, why don't you go look in my mirror to see what the transformation from part veela to full veela has done to you?"

Standing up, Harry made his way over to Fleur's mirror, and took a good look at his new appearance. He was surprised by the number of changes that had been made to his body. Harry spent 5 solid minutes examining his new body before walking back over to Fleur, who was still on the bed, and lay down next to her, whapping his arms around her and pulling her close. As he did so, a wave of exhaustion rolled over the couple, and they pulled each other closer, both of them falling asleep whapped around one another, as the bond began the process of merging their minds, and indeed, their souls.

The next time Harry awoke, he could tell it was still quite early, and looking at the small clock on the bedside table, saw that it was only 2 in the morning. Shifting slightly, Harry turned to look at his newly betrothed wife, who he had spooned up against and entangled their legs rather intimately. Immediately Harry decided then and there that this is how he wanted to wake up for the rest of his life. Smiling at Fleur, Harry noticed that Fleur had woken with all his shifting around in their embrace. "Sorry I woke you love" Harry apologized

'No problem Dear.' Said a voice that sounded like Fleur's in Harry's head.

"What?" Harry exclaimed as he felt a presence that felt a lot like what he remembered Fleur's was like moving through his mind, gently accessing various memories, and experiences of his. Fleur felt fear, and pride as she saw from Harry's perspective all the tasks and trials that Harry had had to face at Hogwarts. She was disgusted at the pitiful defenses that Dumbledore set up around the Sorcerers Stone in his first year. 'He made the traps so easy that three FIRST YEARS made it through to the end, how did he expect such trash to keep a dark lord out?' Then she felt surprise, and a lot of pride as she saw Voldemort offer Harry the chance to join him, and achieve the ultimate power of bringing people back from the dead. 'I'm impressed Harry, even at the thought of all that power, you stayed strong and did what was right, not everyone could have made that choice, I'm not sure I would have at that age if I were in your position.'

Next she witnessed his second year, and saw how Harry was shunned and whispered about by the rest of the school about being the heir of Slytherin, all because he was able to speak parsletongue. 'Are the wizards and witches of Britain really that easy to convince about such nonsense, how could you have been the heir of Slytherin, you had no motive, and you were only a second year, Riddle himself admitted that it took him the better part of five years to find the chamber, and he WAS the legitimate heir of Slytherin.' Her disbelief quickly devolved to anger as she saw the unmasking of the defense against the dark arts teacher Lockhart, and how they had been taught by a fraud all year. The anger soon turned into terror however as she saw the twelve year old Harry fight an enormous 100 foot basilisk with nothing but a phoenix, the Sorting Hat, and the Sword of Gryffindor. He could mentally hear as well as see her physical wince as she saw him stab the beast through the roof of its mouth, but also be stabbed in the arm by one of the basilisk's fangs. She watched as Harry lay dying, and his last thought was to try to save his best mates sister. Almost like a movie, she willed Harry accomplish his goal as he reached a shaking hand toward the diary of Tom Riddle, and pulling it toward himself, stabbed the book with the basilisk fang. Fleur physically wept as she saw Harry fall the floor, his energy gone, before Fawkes flew over, and landing on Harry's arm, cried onto the wound. The wound healed, and the poison was neutralized. Fleur saw Harry help Ginny to the entrance to the chamber, then saw the aftermath of his adventure, and her pride swelled again as she saw Gryffindor once again win the House Cup, saw Hermione run into the Great Hall, completely recovered from her petrification.

As Fleur went over Harry's memories from his third year, she became increasingly uneasy with the risks that Harry was taking to find his parents' supposed betrayer. She was especially uneasy about the fact that Dumbledore had allowed the entire Azkaban garrison of DEMENTORS to be stationed inside the school grounds; an uneasiness that was increased after she saw and felt how much the Dementors affected the thirteen year old Harry. Sooner than Harry thought, he was reliving the night he met his godfather, the exposure of the real traitor, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius's flight from the ministry's grip on the back of a stolen hippogriff.

Of course Fleur did not really need to see Harry's memories from his fourth year; after all, she was competing in the very same tournament. However, she wanted to know how the events of the year looked like from Harry's perspective. As they finally came to Harry's first memory of Fleur, she was surprised that Harry held a rather low opinion of her. 'Was I really that stuck up?' Fleur asked mortified at how she laughed childishly at Dumbledore's attempt to simply welcome the guests to Hogwarts.

'Well, you certainly weren't the most courteous person in the castle.' Harry responded.

Fleur basically skipped over the first task, as she had gone before harry, so had already seen what he did, paid some but not much attention during his recollection of the second task, as she was there for most of it, and the parts she had not known about Gabrielle had filled her in on that same night. However, Fleur was greatly interested on his perspective regarding the third task. She watched as Harry entered the maze and was surprised that Harry did not encounter any dark creatures or traps for nearly ten minutes. 'What gives, I was fighting things almost the instant I entered the maze, yet you got virtually nothing."

"You'll see." Harry thought resignedly.

Fleur watched, shocked as she saw Harry defend Cedric against Krum, gasped as they both took the cup at the same time and were both transported to a graveyard in Little Hangleton. Fleur nearly screamed as she saw Cedric get murdered before Harry's very eyes, murdered by the same little man that she had seen in Harry's memories from his third year. She watched as Harry was tied to a tombstone, and forced to participate in a dark ritual, one that ended with the tall, thin, terrible form of Lord Voldemort rising from the steam pouring out of the cauldron. Then she watched as Voldemort summoned his Death Eaters, and then stood, frozen as the short duel between Harry and Voldemort unfolded, amazed at the bravery of her mate, who made a beeline straight for Cederic's body, and then summoned the Triwizard Cup, which portkeyed Harry and Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. She then watched as Harry was dragged back to the castle by the man who appeared to be Alastor Moody, but who was quickly shown to be Barty Crouch Jr. 'All that time, a Death Eater, masquerading as one of Dumbledore's personal friends managed to stay hidden in a castle CONTROLLED BY DUMBLEDORE! And they call him the best wizard of the age.' Harry could almost feel the rage coming off Fleur at this point.

Fleur's rage continued to build as she witnessed the summer before his first year. Watched as he was ignored almost entirely by his friends at the request of Dumbledore, watched as he was forced to perform illegal magic to cast the patronus charm to save Dudley's and his souls, seethed as Harry was unjustly tried in front of the entire Wizengamot, and rejoiced upon seeing his acquittal. Her anger began to build again as she witnessed the farce that was Harry's fifth year, how Umbridge was slowly taking over the school faster and meeting less resistance then Nazi Germany faced in capturing Europe. 'She tortured you with a blood quill? I will burn her to ash, and then scatter the ashes to the four winds so she may never be at peace.' Fleur threatened. Fleur's anxiety began to rise again as she saw the teachers of Hogwarts get sacked one by one, saw Harry dream of Sirius locked in the Department of Mysteries, saw Harry escape Umbridge, and with his friends, make his way to the Ministry to try to save Harry's godfather. Fleur was terrified as she watched her mate lead five other students in a running battle around the Department of Mysteries against nearly a dozen Death Eaters, gasped as she watched the Death Eaters whittle their number from six to five, to four, to two with Harry, and an inept Neville being the sole defenders standing. Then suddenly the Order of the Phoenix arrived, and Fleur wept with joy as she saw the combatants draw the Death Eaters' attention away from her mate, but then was shucked and stricken as she saw from Harry's perspective as his godfather was hit by a red jet of light from his cousin Bellatrix that launched him through the air, and into the Veil of Death. Fleur cried as Harry, goaded and grieving beyond all rational thought, chased Bellatrix to the atrium of the Ministry, where they had a short duel before Voldemort and Dumbledore interceded. Fleur watched the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort with awe, and fear, it looked as though two gods were going at it, battling each other for dominance. Fleur felt warm victory as she saw Voldemort encased in a cocoon of water, but then felt heart rending fear, and righteous anger as she saw Voldemort possess and torture her mate. 'If he were not already dead, I would burn him with passion fire very very slowly.' She watched a Dumbledore attempted to 'console' Harry and then seemingly heartlessly, drop the contents of the prophesy on Harry's lap, no training, no warning, just dropped it right on him, and she watched as Harry's spirit broke, how he was given the opportunity to stay at Hogwarts for the summer if he wanted to train. But she when she looked in the Headmaster's eyes, she knew that he would be training Harry for the slaughter, not for victory.

Coming out of the mind meld, Fleur looked into Harry's eyes and once again saw the empty, dead look she had seen there the first day he had found her in the community. Not knowing what to say, Fleur simply wrapped him in her arms and pulled Harry into her embrace as he began to sob without restraint. Only now did Fleur realize how Harry could achieve that dead look in his eyes, he had seen and done things that no one should have to experience in several life times, let alone 16 years, she thought that it was a miracle that Harry was still sane at all.

"Shhhhh." Fleur whispered, "It's all right Harry, we will get through this, I swear. We will have revenge on that man that calls himself the leader of the light, that man who has the audacity to call himself the Headmaster of such a great and historic school as Hogwarts. I swear, I will always stay by your side, and will help you defeat Dumbledore."

And with that the pair fell asleep, Fleur comforting her bond mate, and Harry swearing vengeance on all those who had hurt him.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office

Dumbledore was thinking, someone, and he had a very good idea who, had managed to break into his office, and somehow managed to free the phoenix he had bound to the office. Not only that, but a few hours later, they had somehow managed to sever the connection between himself and the immortal turkey. This left Dumbledore with a problem, for although Wizards lived longer than muggles because of their magic sustaining them, they were still human, and the human body and soul was not built to last longer than 150 years at most. At nearly 170 years old, Dumbledore should have left for the next great adventure long ago; however, events had led him to the conclusion that to leave the world in its current state would be disastrous. He had managed to convince himself that he continued surviving, not for this own sake, but for the greater good of everyone. The phoenix had been part of his plan to make sure that he lived long enough to accomplish all his goals, however, the one he had enslaved was now gone beyond his reach. Fortunately, Dumbledore had a backup plan, one he wished he did not have to enact, but it was his only recourse. Dumbledore made a rough guestimate in his head of about how many people would be in attendance at the opening feast tomorrow, and after running the estimates through a complicated arithmancy equation, decided there would be more than enough people on hand to satisfy his goals. 'Good thing the Welcoming Feast is tomorrow. Better go down to the kitchens and give the house elves their special instructions.'

And with that, the Headmaster walked out of his office toward the kitchens, several faint clinks emanating from under his robes, as if there were several glass phials concealed in them.

Ahhhhh! Another cliff hanger! Bet you can't guess what Dumbledore's next plan for immortality is, it's something mentioned quite often in Fanfiction, but never done on this kind of scale. Tune in next time to see the veela conference, and the revelation of Dumbledore's insidious scheme. (Insert maniacal laugh)

Translation

svp m'aiment-love me