Harry Potter: The Unchained Flower
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the items and such that is not and will never be used by J.K.R.
A/N: If it would be possible, could the readers leave responses to my writing? So I would know if I am doing everything right or not. No worries if you guys don't want to though, I don't live by Reviews but I do want to know if I am doing thing right. Thanks!
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
-Faustus (The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe)
Chapter Seven: Misery
-House of Lords
Anxiety was in the air as all the Lords and Ladies sat down for an emergency meeting.
They had all been summoned in the early hours of the morn, which could only mean bad business. Couple that with the fact that the King, Queen and Prime Minister was here, it was certainly not good at all.
Lord Williamson strode towards his dais just below the seats of the King and Queen and in parallel with the Prime Minister. Fixing his wig, he took up his hammer and pounded, "Order! The session that was called for by Lord Potter is to now begin!"
Everyone sat down immediately when they heard the Lord Speaker but were now murmuring to each other when Lord Potter was revealed to be the one who called for the emergency session.
"Now, will Lord Potter present his case to the court!" Announced Lord Williamson before sitting down into his seat and nodding towards the direction of Lord Potter.
Harry stood up when his name was called out and strode towards the middle of the court before saying, "My King, Queen, Prime Minister, Lords and Ladies, today I plead to you a case in which we must deliberate with great care."
King George the Third looked at his nephew before asking, "What is it that you needed the full Court to deliberate on, nephew?"
"Please come in, My Lady!" Announced Harry as he turned around towards the double doors.
In strode a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face showed beauty and wit that most women would die for. Her robes were of periwinkle blue that seemed to flow mirthlessly around her voluptuous body.
Everyone gasped as they saw the most beautiful lady walk into the House of Lords. And yet, she would not look at any of them but only on the Lord Potter.
Harry smiled at Fleur as she glided down the aisle and bowed before the King and Queen, "Greetings from the Duchy of Brittany, You Majesties."
Queen Charlotte smiled at the Lady before replying, "Rise, Duchess Delacour. You are most welcome here!"
Fleur rose from her position before standing next to Harry. The King smiled at them both before asking, "Did you want to be married, Lord Potter? If you do, you only need to say so and it shall be done!"
Harry sighed before replying, "Sadly uncle, it is not of that sort of discussion we would be having today."
"Then what is it?" Asked a very concerned Queen as she saw Fleur tremble slightly.
Harry looked at her Aunt for a second before saying, "France has, or would be, declaring war on Britain."
Uproar ensued when everyone heard of the news. Lines such as "Filthy French!" and "Those backstabbers!" were thrown out as Fleur was shrinking more and more into the arms of Harry.
Harry, himself, was trying to comfort Fleur when he saw that she was being affected by the uproar. He was about to shout for silence but was beaten to it.
"ORDER!" Shouted a very irritated Prime Minister William Pitt. He had seen the reactions of Fleur and such reaction to the news was not fit of the Lords of the House.
William Pitt looked towards Harry before asking, "Then why is the 'Jewel of France' here with us? Should she be in France right now since we are hostiles?"
Harry looked towards his friend before replying carefully, "She was the one who informed me of their plans, Prime Minister."
"Then we have gained a valuable ally! Wouldn't it be good to have the 'Jewel of France' with us and rename her as the 'Jewel of England'?" Argued Lord Bones, receiving nods from his supporters.
Lord Howe stood up at this and replied, "No! We cannot harbor her. She would be used as an excuse to attack us!"
"Are you that selfish, Lord Howe? The French would attack us even if she were not here! Why not take advantage of this situation?" Jeered the Lord Bones towards Lord Howe.
"And yet," said Lord Howe as he stood up once more, "we would be seen as thieves by the other countries and France would surely get the support that they need to bring us down! Remember, we still are fighting the Americans!"
Lord Black stood up after Lord Howe had sat down and addressed the House, "As Lord Bones had said, France would have still declared war on us even if the Lady Delacour was not here. And, this could be a golden opportunity for us to kill two birds with one stone. The French would surely ally with the Americans and if we were to defeat France, the American Revolutionist would surely lose."
"And yet, Lord Black, we would still be fighting on two fronts!" Argued Prime Minister Pitt.
"Indeed! Prime Minister." Answered Lord Black as he sat down, "But the question still remains, should we harbor keep the Lady or send her back?"
Before any other arguments were posed, the double doors opened once more and admitting the French Consular into the House.
The Consular bowed lightly towards the King and Queen before saying, "France has received word of Lady Delacour coming into the British Isles. We would like an exchange, the 'Jewel of France' for the cancellation of the Declaration of War."
The guards were all at attention at this moment. They knew that one wrong word, the Consular would die by their sword. Sir William himself was immediately beside his Lord Potter when this Frenchman came in.
King George the Third saw the tension rise before standing up, "And what would happen to the Declaration if, per say, the 'Jewel of France' is delivered back to your homeland?"
The Consul looked up before replying, "Then we would not raise a hand on any Englishman on this soil."
"Just the return of the 'Jewel of France' is enough?" Asked a tentative Lord Williamson.
The Consul nodded before adding, "And her being in pristine condition as well."
King George looked at the Consul before nodding, "Then you shall have your answer after we discuss it upon ourselves, Consul."
"Very well." Replied the Consul before exiting.
Everyone stayed silent after that display before Lord Williamson broke it by saying, "What is your response to this, Lord Potter?"
Harry glared at his uncle before hugging Fleur close to him before saying, "If I had one wish for this House, the it is to safeguard my Lady from the French! She is mine as well as I being hers!"
"Do not be selfish, Lord Potter!" Roared a very enraged King George as he stared down at his nephew, "We cannot afford another war at this point!"
"Then we must finish the War in the American Colonies! Then we can focus on the French!" Answered Harry hotly.
William Pitt stood up at this point and said, "Look at yourself, Lord Potter! Do not blind yourself with this woman! Think clearly for once and realize that we cannot irk another major power at this time! Would you really watch thousands of soldiers die just for a woman?"
Fleur, feeling confident at this point and angered by the harsh words of William Pitt, spoke up, "Do not make fun of our love, Prime Minister Pitt! You, who have not even touched a woman before!"
This caused an outburst that was quickly brought to a halt by the King standing up.
"My Lady Delacour, do not presume that you can talk out of place just because you are graciously welcomed by this House!" King George spat as he sat down, with the Queen caressing her husbands trembling hands.
"Do not stress yourself, You Majesty." Said a very calm William Pitt, "I am certain that the Lady Fleur was not intent to cause me harm."
Harry soothed a very hotheaded Fleur before he spoke up, "Do we not get a say in this, Uncle? I vowed to marry a Lady who captured my heart and yet you deny me of this with my Lady Delacour!"
"You must see reason, Harrison." Started King George as he tried to calm himself, "We must learn from the mistakes of the Trojans when they harbored the beautiful Helen of Sparta."
Harry rounded towards the other Lords who were quietly watching the debate between nephew and uncle, "How about you, Lords and Ladies! What say you on this matter?"
"As your Majesty has pointed out, we must learn from the Trojans mistake when they harbored Helen of Sparta. We support his Majesty in this matter." Announced a very calm faced Lord Williamson, who pitied the young Lord.
"Fine! Then give me a respite with my Lady for a day before you send her back!" Argued a desperate Harry.
The Lord Speaker, receiving a nod from the King, rounded towards Harry and said, "Very well. A day of respite before she is to be given back to the French."
"That is all I ask." Nodded Harry before he swept out of the room with Fleur in tow.
-Potter Manor
Fleur cried into Harry's shoulder as he patted her on the back, whispering reassurance to her.
"Do not worry, My Flower. I will find a way." Said Harry as he kissed her cheek.
Fleur smiled softly before wiping her tears, "They intend to send me back! Are they so blind as to not see our love?"
Harry just shushed her before brushing her beautiful golden hair, "We should make this day worth something. It is our last day together, officially."
Fleur just sobbed once more and drew Harry's hands from her hair into hers. She always liked it when Harry held her hands. It felt right to her and she always felt contentment when they touched. And yet, this was the last day they would be together, she did not know how she would survive after today.
Harry, already knowing what Fleur was thinking, drew her face towards his and whispered, "Love always has way, My Flower. Do not think that this is the end."
"It would be!" cried Fleur as she kissed Harry's lips, "We could run away! Just you and me! Together! We could roam the vast oceans and see the wonders of India! We could scale the heights of the towering mountains of Africa!"
Harry looked into her shining blue eyes that he always gets lost into before replying, "That we cannot do. We must think of the people that would die if war was to break out."
Fleur knew this and yet, she could not understand. This was her happiness! Her first love! And these damned Englishmen were ripping it away from her.
"But do not fear." Said Harry as he looked towards the heavens, "I would find a way."
"See that you do!" Whispered Fleur as she snuggled into Harry's neck, "I could never live without."
"And I you." Replied Harry.
They both stopped uttering words and just stayed there under the beautiful Rosewood tree that was rarely seen in English soil. This particular tree thrived in Potter Manor since his grandfather and yet, no one was able to explain its unnatural existence.
-Docks
The French fleet that was composed of only ten ships was getting ready to set sail once more towards their motherland.
Fleur looked towards Harry before saying one last time, "For all that its worth, you are my first and last love, my Harry."
"And you are my first and last dream, my Fleur." Harry replied before giving Fleur a hug that was most graciously received and returned.
They knew they could not kiss here. The people gathered would surely create gossip if they were seen doing anything inappropriate of their state as Lord and Lady since their betrothal contract was literally burnt to crisps by now. They were frustrated but they must make do for now.
"Wait for me, my Fleur." Pleaded Harry.
Fleur looked into his eyes for one last time and replied, "Forever and always."
She the turned around and boarded the vessel. She did not turn back towards Harry, fearing her emotions would take over and she might just run back towards his gentle and loving arms.
She looked towards the Consul before saying in a choked voice, "Set sail."
The Consul nodded before signaling for the company to move. Fleur just looked straight on as the ship began to move. Silent tears crept out of her eyes but she steeled herself, this was not the right time to shed tears. She would see him again one day.
Harry himself could almost break a boulder with the pent up aggression he was harboring. But he knew he must bide his time. He was not a famous strategist for nothing and this was the moment where he must think every detail through and through.
He looked towards the Royal Palace before scowling once more. He would not stand for this and he would be damned first before he let this matter just go.
Overview of Major Characters:
Lord Harrison Evans Potter: Duke of Clarence
Lady Fleur Delacour: Heiress to the Duchy of Brittany
Lord Draco Malfoy: Comte de Toulouse, Married to the Duchess of Valentinois
Master Neville Longbottom: Confidant and Right-hand man of Lord Harrison Potter
King George the Third: King of England, Husband of Queen Charlotte
King Louis the Sixteenth: King of France, Husband of Queen Marie
Sir Weasley: Knight under Lord Potter
Lady Longbottom: Mother of Neville
Lord Black, Lord Bones: Magical Blooded Lords in the House of Lords
William Pitt: Prime Minister of England
Lord Howe, Lord Williamson: Non-Magical Blooded Lords in the House of Lords
Lady Hermione Granger: First born Magical in the House of Granger
The Statue of Secrecy: Still in effect but very light in terms of Magical Use in front of Muggles.
A/N: Historical inaccuracies and accuracies are solely for the purpose of this story. Although "most" of the Historical References I am making are true, just not the timeline and the way they are arranged.