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Chapter 15

Twists of fate...

It goes to figure the fates would love to mess with Harry now as they did then years ago. Arriving in France only just the previous day, he and Remus were well on their way to the Werewolf Pride known simply as La Royaute de la Lune.

Harry and Remus made their way there, as Remus had been given instructions to meet with another informant who had also been making her way through some of the other non-human tribes as he was doing for the werewolves.

She was to guide him to a cabin for his use as well as be the messenger between himself and Dumbledore.

Maybe there was a reason as to apparently why the cup had chosen her to be one of the champions years ago, for as the blonde looked at him in momentary confusion and then in complete shock, Remus was forced to catch her as she collapsed in a faint.

"Harry I had no idea this would happen. I was not expecting a veela!"

"I did somewhat, Remus," The seven year with a twenty-three year old mentality responded with a wry grin. "If I had thought about it, Beaubaxtons is located in France anyway. I should have remembered that much about Fleur. In the tent when we were checking wands, before the first task, she had mentioned that her wand had a core of a veela hair. It was one that she had gotten from her grandmother..."

"Well then what should we do? She is bound to report this to Dumbledore," Remus stated with a calm mind. His arms having picked up the blonde bridal style, he almost felt a twinge of pain as if he was betraying someone else...

Shaking it off, he looked to the seven year old Harry, who studied him with eyes far too old for such a young face.

"She won't," Harry said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"She owes me for saving her sister," Harry responded. "Maybe it's best that this happens now rather than later," The child voice of the light's only hope responded with thoughtfulness. "We need someone who can move around better than anyone of us can at the moment."

Understanding his words, Remus and Harry continued on with the unconscious blonde in the wolf's arms. They eventually reaching their destination of what would be a shared cabin between them, and Remus set about tending to the blonde to help her come around as Harry began to search for food to prepare supper.

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It would be about an hour or so as the scent of meat and various vegetables in a stew encouraged the blonde to come around as well.

Her blue eyes opening wide, she bolted upright to find a sense of wolf around her, which she had expected according to Dumbledore's instructions. But it was the little boy with him...

The little boy who gave off the exact some magical feel as well as looked exactly like someone she knew almost ten years ago.

"Harry? I must be dreaming?" Fleur groggily said as she tried to shake images of a pair of green eyes that were extremely hard to forget.

"No, not dreaming Fleur," a childlike voice told her with wisdom that should not belong to someone so young. Turning her head towards the sound, she found the seven-year-old with a bowl of fragrant stew in front of her. Speechless and in shock, she just couldn't seem to say anything as all sense seemed to leave her.

A playful almost impish nature coming over him, Harry held the spoon out, filled with the rich and meaty broth. "Open wide!"

That shook her out of her stupor long enough for the blonde to send Harry a glare. But before she could speak, she found herself immediately silenced with the wave of a youthful hand.

"Before I explain anything, Fleur, you must swear upon your magic and the debt that you owe me that you will not reveal this secret to anyone in the Order. Especially Dumbledore!"

Giving a reluctant nod, as the debt between them was triggered, a bright blue glow from her wand flowed from her to meet and blend with the emerald green of his aura. Her voice released now, Fleur looked up at the blonde with an expression of irritation and maybe annoyance. "How?"

Harry emitted a small sigh and he gestured for her to eat. Fleur cooperated and began to listen to his tale. Being a veela and the friend to Harry that she was, she did so proudly as one of the few who, despite everything, believed in the youth and his innocence.

Veela were inherently magical creatures and within them was a sixth sense of sorts when it came to magic. Enough of a sense that allowed them to see through illusions...

Which is why she had fainted.

By all accounts, her longtime friend from the tournament had passed on, and yet, here he was...as a child.

Hearing about the fact that he was a phoenix Animagus though...that set her to thinking.

"Fleur?"

"Oh, forgive me, Harry," the French girl said with a soft and lilting accent. "Your Animagus form, I have heard of that happening before. I simply can not think where at the moment. For Remus and the others were right. It is not possible for one to become a magical creature unless..."

"Unless what?"

"I shall not say anything more Harry until I am sure." The twenty-six year old woman stated with a thoughtful and hurried nature. "I must go and research this now while it is fresh in my mind. I shall come and bring you some more food in a couple of days but until then, I bid adieu. And do be careful, Monsieur Lupin."

"What do you mean?"

"You shall see, but Alexandre is someone who does not fool around. He can be worse than Voldemort if he is crossed."