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Disclaimer: I do not own the sandbox that is Harry Potter. That's J.K Rowlings. I'm just trying to build a sand castle in it.

Chapter 2

Harry woke up the next morning refreshed, but somewhat stiff. Though the events of last night were still running through his head. Healer Page had mended the few broken ribs and most of the cuts from the night before, however he still felt the heavy cloud of depression wrapped round his mind. Not even the beauty of the company he woke up to helped remove the agony in his heart of knowing that once again he was alone with no friends.

Fleur had been there in the morning just as she had said. She looked just as beautiful from the last time he had seen her. They hadn't spoken much that morning, other than a customary morning greeting, before they both started on the breakfast that she had brought in with her. There wasn't a real reason why they hadn't spoken to one another properly yet, but Harry was starting to get nervous. He wasn't sure if he should be getting close to her or even be acting in a friendly manner.

'True she was there for me last night, and got me here to be healed.' Harry thought 'but she's the competition isn't she, and why had she come over to talk to me in the first place last night, after she'd done nothing but speak to me in a cold and haughty manner?' He had so many questions running through his mind that he didn't notice that Fleur herself seemed to have a lot on her mind as well. Both their thoughts were broken by the arrival of Healer Page, coming through the door of her office. Though, the Healer looked like she hadn't had much sleep the night before, if the bags under her eyes indicated anything.

"Mr Potter, Madam Pomfrey has shown me your records. She also told me what had happened to you in your second year and I have one very important question for you? How are you not dead right now!?" her voice getting louder towards the end of what Harry could tell was going to be a very loud conversation. "I mean just the size of your medical record at Hogwarts was one of the largest I have ever seen, and you're only in your fourth year, and don't even get me started on your muggle records!" That brought Harry up short, it also caused him to pale a bit. Nobody had ever shown an interest in his muggle medical records since he came to the wizarding world. Not even Madam Pomfrey when she first saw his scars on his body, in fact she hadn't even asked about them in great detail, just commented the high amount of them. He could guess what Healer Page found though. Harrys 'relatives' had made his 'lessons' on being normal very painful. Uncle Vernon had always told the medical staff, when he had been injured enough to need to go to hospital, that Harry was a strange child that enjoyed jumping down the stairs or running into things. They even once tried to blaming it on Harry's genetics, saying that he had freakish blood that affected his brain. Some of the most outlandish excuses Uncle Vernon came up with, which nobody with a shred of sense would believe, were taken as an undeniable fact from the doctors.

Once Harry had tried to tell a nurse what really happened when he was 7 years old. The nurse, in all of her wisdom, went straight up and questioned Uncle Vernon within the matter of seconds. Harry's left shoulder still has the scar that he received on that day. Though, that scar is but one of many that now riddle his body.

That made Harry wonder, if Healer Page and Fleur had spotted his scars the night before when he had been healed. Though looking at the tattered and bloody uniform he still had on, made it clear that he had been healed over his clothes. Harry was brought back from his thoughts as Healer Page seemed to come to the end of her rant.

"-and another thing. Who in their right mind would go anywhere near Dementors! Your school, Mr Potter, must be the most dangerous place I have ever been to, if your records are an indication to what sort of things go on here."

Harry couldn't help laughter at that point.

"I didn't go to them." he laughed. "They just seemed to take a liking to me. If anything I try and stay away from them, as they affect me more than most. Though I think that after I chased about a 100 of them away with my Patronus Charm, they might be a bit more weary of me now, or they'll be more interested in me knowing my luck." Tears of laughter was in his eyes by the end of is explanation.

"How can you laugh like that 'Arry? You could have had your soul sucked out" Fleur once again found herself horrified that this 14 year old could just laugh at something most adults had nightmares over.

"You get used it" Harry replied with a shrug. "Not to say I don't get scared, because I do, I think you'll have to be mentally unstable to not be scared, but you just have to push forward, push through to survive, push and make it through to the next day."

Fleur was struck with awe, awe that he had such a mature view. However she also felt sad for Harry. His emerald green eyes, as he spoke, were old and distant, they did not fit a boy of 14. Maybe he wasn't a little boy after all, but then again, who was Harry Potter?

"Arry, are you going to tell me how you managed to not only be bitten by a Basilisk but managed to survive?" Fleur inquired.

"Well, this all happened last year at school..."

-HP&TFW-

"-and the sword is hung in the Headmasters office." Harry said, finishing off his hour long tale. He didn't know why he was being so open about it. He didn't know these two very well, but yet his gut instincts told him that he could trust Fleur, and to a lesser extent Healer Page.

"Salaud" whispered both Fleur and Healer Page.

"That pretty much sums it up" Harry laughed, he noticed that he seemed to being doing that a lot around these two. "So anyway, are you going to tell me what else is up with my blood other than the venom and tears?" he said, turning to the Healer.

"Well...Yes" She said, physically having to shake herself back into being professional. The story that Madam Pomfrey had told her was nothing compared to hearing it from Harry, if anything, Madam Pomfrey had left out the full extent of how it affected the rest of the students and school, "Your blood seems to contain avian qualities to it. Now nothing like Fleur's Veela blood, but very similar, it doesn't seem to effect you in anyway though."

"Huh?" Harry said as intelligently as he could. Turning to Fleur, he asked "What is a veela, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Non, I do not mind. To put it simply, veela are creatures of love and lust. Not un-similar to the sirens of old. We are more beautiful than any human girl could ever be and we are also only ever female. There has never been a male veela, and so we breed true. That is to say, there isn't any quarter or half veela around, just pure Veela, or else we would have died out long ago. We can mate with any race, be it humans, goblins or werewolves, and still produce full veela." she said, as if she has had to explain this many times before.

Harry couldn't help but blush at that, but he found it interesting that the girl he thought was human was in fact a mythical creature. Though having met and taught by a werewolf last year and being none the wiser until the end of the year, he suppose he shouldn't be all that surprised.

"My race also, when angered or threatened, can transform into a bird-like creature, and almost all are able to form fire with our hands, and throw fireballs when we need to. We also produce an aura of attraction; it's called the Veela charm or most commonly known as just an allure. It affects those that find us to be to their sexual preference and we can't turn it off completely." She finished off.

"Oh like those cheerleaders at the world cup were doing, but why don't I feel anything from you?" He said, thoughtfully.

"I don't know 'Arry, which was one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. You don't show any signs of being effected." She then gave Harry a look that made him feel self-conscious. "You do like girls 'Arry don't you?"

"W..What!? O..of cause I do!" He stammered out, trying in vain to fight down the blush on his face. He never had anyone question his sexuality before. "A..anyway, what do you mean by 'almost all' can form fire?"

Fleur just stared into Harry's eyes for a while, looking as if she was trying to judge his very soul on something. Finally as if coming to a decision, she held her right hand out, palming facing upwards. Then suddenly the magic in the air started to pull inwards, towards her hand, her hair started to flap around from an unknown wind source and her sky blue eyes become a cold ice blue. Forming in her hand slowly, to Harry's astonishment, was ice. It flickered and grew larger. After a little while, it formed into what could only be described as an ice flame. Then with a causal flick of her wrist, it shot out of her hand and collided with the wall, shattering into a thousand ice crystals, leaving behind an ice scorch on the wall.

Harry's jaw dropped at the sheer raw power being displayed, it brought him out in goosebumps. He was dimly aware of hearing Healer Page say something like 'show off' but right now his mind just couldn't get around what he just saw. 'It was like a fire, but made out of ice!' was the only thing his mind could process.

"As you can see 'Arry, I cannot form a standard fireball, as far as my race knows, I'm the only one with this ability, but please keep it to yourself. You trusted me with your story, so I trust you with me secret."

-HP&TFW-

After getting the all clear and reassurance from Healer Page that the avian quality's in his blood isn't affecting him. Harry and Fleur made their way through the carriage to the front door. Harry thought that the inside of the carriage was very reminiscent of the 1600's he saw in his text books in primary school, with its white cream walls, gold frames on the paintings and the glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He almost expected to see musketeers walking around or guarding the entrance hall.

However, Harry didn't pay too much attention other than that to his surroundings. He was to worried on what to do next. While in the clinic he didn't have much time to consider what had happened to him the night before, but now, now he would have to go back to the tower to get a change of clothes and his school books for class. This meant he had to go to the Gryffindor tower. Something he never thought he would fear as much as he did now.

After a short while, they had reached the front doors of the carriage and Harry stepped out into the chilly morning air.

"Thank you again Fleur for what you've done for me, and shared with me." Giving a small smile, as he turned to walk back to the castle he felt her hand on his shoulder.

"Arry, it will be ok. You can do this, you are stronger than you think, I can feel it, trust me. I'll see you soon" she smiled, and with that she closed the doors to the carriage.

Walking up to the castle, Harry hoped she was right, and that he was strong enough. Strong enough to deal with this year. The hurt and anger that he felt started to bubbling up as he came to the large doors of the castle. He knew one thing though. He wouldn't forgive so easily those who have turned their back on him.

Well that's it for another chapter, sorry it's such a short one, but i felt it was a good place to end it here. I can neither confirm nor deny that I was listening to ssj3 Goku transformation theme when I wrote about Fleur forming an ice ball. Also I'm sorry for the info heavy section in the middle.

Salaud = Bugger in french

Until next time. Peanut.