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Chapter 2:

Harry Potter opened his eyes to find Fleur Delacour staring down at him. He tried to roll over but something was wrong. Slowly he looked down at where his left arm should have been and saw a nub of what was left of his arm. Panic set in.

Harry started breathing fast as the nightmare of the third task flashed before his eyes, every detail from the ritual that had taken his arms to being cursed by the Death Eaters, it all flooded back into him like a dam that had been broken.

Strong slender arms encircled him and pulled him in. Fleur started to sing using her vela powers to sway Harry's thoughts away from the horrors that had been done to him. Slowly ever so slowly Harry's breathing slowed until he was calmed down and that's when the tears began to fall. Fleur held him tightly letting him cry.

After several minutes Harry stopped crying and leaned back away from Fleur. She didn't want to let him go so she lied down next to him on the bed.

Harry lay there for several minutes a sorrow filled the room but only for a moment before it was chased away by brute determination.

"Taken down by one of my servants, you will never be my equal."

Voldemorts voice whispered through Harry's mind. Harry's eyes grew cold.

"Where are we Fleur?" Harry finally asked his voice hoarse.

"We're in my home. We brought you here so that my mother could work with you so that you would be able to recover. We've been here for three weeks" Fleur finished in almost a whisper.

Harry processed Fleurs words.

"Did they find Voldemort?" Harry asked his eyes hard and cold.

Fleur shook her head before turning and retrieving a copy of the Daily Prophet and handing it to Harry. She stood and walked to the windows and opened the curtains letting the settings sun last rays of light flitter into the room.

Boy Who Lived proclaimed Dead!

By Rita Skeeter

Last Friday was marred by horrible events even though it was suppose to be a great moment for the champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, however the two contestants that returned were in no shape for the celebration. Cedric Diggory was proclaimed dead at the site. Later examinations determined that the Hogwarts champion was killed by the killing curse. Harry Potter was in no better condition sources saying that he returned missing an arm and bleeding profusely. The Boy-Who-Lived was taken to Hogwarts Hospital Wing for care but was later proclaimed dead. When asked about what had caused this the Ministry would not give out too many details only saying that all clues point to recently escaped convict Sirius Black…

Harry threw the paper trying to get his anger out in that one throw.

Fleur looked from the paper to Harry she could feel his pain.

"Harry, Dumbledore told us about your godfather." Fleur said. "He visited while you were asleep but had to return to England to begin preparing for Voldemorts attacks."

Harry lifted his head meeting her gaze. Fleur couldn't help but feel a bit nervous as his brilliant green eyes seemed to gaze into her soul searching it to find out her true feelings about the matter.

"Do not worry Harry. We believe your godfather is innocent as well, especially since my father made sure to question him with veritaserum." Fleur laughed making Harry smile and shake his head.

Fleur was excited that Harry was smiling but her excitement left as soon as she saw Harry look at the remains of his left arm. Harry's expression grew cold and dark again dampering any happiness that might have been in the room.

Fleur walked back over to the bed and sat down taking Harry's had in hers she brought it to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

Harry blushed but also had a confused look on his face.

"Fleur what am I going to do?" Harry asked. "As soon as Voldemort finds out that I am still alive he will come after me." Harry hung his head. "I'm as good as dead."

Fleur frowned. She knew that most victims of an assault like the one Harry had been through suffered from depression and self-depreciation and she didn't want to see Harry follow down that path.

"Harry, you will make it through this." Fleur told him with such conviction that Harry looked up at her again. "It will be a long and hard path that you will have to travel but you will not have to travel it alone."

Harry couldn't help but smile at the sincerity of Fleur's words. Maybe there was hope. Fleur remained with Harry long into the night talking about anything and everything and by the time Harry fell back to sleep his soul didn't feel so sad anymore.

Over the next week or so Harry met the rest of the Delacour and was explained his situation and Daliana's plans to give Harry a new arm. Harry had been impressed by the detail that Fleur's mother went into explaining down to the last detail of what she would be doing to restore Harry back to full health, putting a lot of emphasis on full.

Daliana went on to explain that because of the weight of the replacement arm Harry would have to work out extensively for the first while both to gain enough muscle to be able to manage the arm and also to work with the arm and get the feel of it.

Harry would also have to learn to concentrate mentally on using the arm. She introduced him to the almost forbidden art of Occlumency to learn to clear his mind and she also explained by using this Harry would also be able to block mental attacks such as being possessed as his friend Ginny had in her first year.

Harry felt overwhelmed by the sudden change in direction his life had taken, but he also couldn't help feel a little grateful for it since his life before hadn't been all that great.

The potions that Harry was given to take ranged from weight gaining potions to dreamless sleep potions over fifteen in total that he had to take throughout the course of the day, and after a week since he woke the Delacour's were happy to see that Harry had begun to put on a little weight.

Sunday morning Harry was awakened by the bedroom door opening and closing. He looked over to see Daliana walking into the room a grown up version of Fleur.

"Good Morning Harry, it is very good to see that you are awake." Daliana said as she placed a tray down on the bedside table.

She turned to Harry and smiled. "Are you comfortable?"

Harry shrugged. "As comfortable as one can be."

Daliana laughed. "Well lets see if we can get you back on your feet here soon." She said as she waved her wand over Harry checking how his internal injuries were healing. After a few moments she cancelled the spell.

"You're internal injuries are healing nicely and the cuts that you had have all healed." Daliana told him.

"Good news then." Harry said nodding his head.

"Yes, however now comes the difficult part." Daliana said and at that moment the door opened and in came Gabriella pushing a large cart that had a large chunk of metal on top of it.

"Mama I don't know why you couldn't have just levitated this here it's dead heavy." Gabriella complained as she pushed the large cart next to the bed.

As Gabriella moved around the cart she saw that Harry was awake. "Good Morning Harry." Happy to see that her hero was awake and ready to begin the next phase in her mothers plan to get him back on his feet.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the young girl. "Morning Gabriella." He returned.

"Well Harry say hello to your new arm." Daliana said pointing to the chunk of metal on the cart.

Harry laughed, "I bet that packs a hell of a punch."

Daliana and Gabriella both laughed.

"That it will."

Harry watched as the two worked on his new arm. Gabriella appeared to be in charge of making sure that Harry was comfortable numbing his arm and shoulder while Daliana did the rest. Harry was still a bit surprised when Daliana began to cut the rest of his left arm off all the way. Gabriella showed amazing skill by keeping the blood flow stopped and making sure that Harry was alright.

Daliana was truly a master in her field with magic filling the room as she slowly worked the metal into Harry's shoulder. Titanium veins coursed into Harry's neck and back connecting the soon to be complete arm onto his shoulder. Harry watched in awe as she reformed an arm that looked strong and way out of place on his scrawny body.

As soon as Daliana finished making the arm itself she had Harry start to focus pushing magic into it as she began to connect his magic to his metal limb, making the connection from the arm to Harry's mind strong. Complex magical spells spilled out of her mouth as she worked the arm. Taking her wand she began to form runes in his arm starting at the shoulder and working her way down Harry's arm making sure not to miss anything.

Harry watched in wonder the runes that appeared on his new arm, the work was beautiful the runes flowing around his arm.

As Daliana placed the final rune in its place, a large circular rune with small engravings in it almost like an ancient compass, the runes flared to life and for the first time in a month Harry moved his left arm.

It worked perfectly and Daliana smiled as Harry moved his arm. Harry found the arm very heavy and almost tipped out of his bed.

Daliana laughed. "Remember you're going to need to work out so that your body becomes accustomed to supporting the weight of your new arm."

Harry was staring at his new arm, watching the metal ripple as harry opened and closed his hand. It was amazing how well the arm responded to him.

"Very well, we'll get started on your physical therapy tomorrow and let you test out your new play toy." Daliana teased as she cleaned up the area she had used during the operation.

Harry continued to admire his new arm and was amazed at the titanium veins that coursed into his chest.

Harry looked up to see Daliana and Gabriella about to leave. "Thank you." He told them. "Thank you for everything."

Daliana smiled. "You're welcome Harry."