I don't own Harry Potter, and I'm doing this for fun, not profit. Please let that be a sufficient disclaimer!
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Harry found it strange, being back at Hogwarts without Katie. She had been such a constant companion during his first six years, that the school didn't feel right without her there. Of course, she was only a mirror call away, and it wasn't as if Harry needed to look particularly hard for excuses to speak to her – Katie had quite a few things as Best (Wo)man that Harry and Fleur wanted her thoughts on.
There was one other change that Harry had planned this year, which was partly driven by Katie's absence and partly driven by how much else Harry wanted to achieve.
"But... But... Harry! This is important!" said the wizard, eerily reminding Harry of a conversation from his first year. But the sense of déjà vu was only about to get stronger.
"So you've told me. But with the practises, I won't have enough time for everything else I want to do", Harry replied, not quite repeating himself from first year.
The wizard looked incredulous, and Harry had to fight not to smile at the half-remembered expression. "What could be more important than Quidditch?!"
Harry tried to smile apologetically, but it likely came out as an amused expression. "Plenty of things. Finishing my NEWTs and my mastery, stuff for my wedding, spending time with my future wife and my friends and family, sorting out a house..."
Ron sat down in shock, just like Oliver had done several years ago. Ron asked, quite desperately, "is there anything I can do to convince you to stay on the team?"
Unfortunately, there was no Katie to save the day this time. "Sorry Ron. I don't want to leave you to find a seeker, but I just don't have time", Harry replied sadly, shaking his head.
...
Harry and Fleur were sat together in their Hogsmeade house, with a list in front of them. Fleur was trying to concentrate, but Harry kept running his hands through her hair, and it felt just as wonderful as always.
Still, she tried valiantly to continue. "'arry? What about... neighbours... Petunia... mmmm..."
Harry would have chuckled, but he loved playing with Fleur's hair, feeling it's magic caress his hands as he caressed it, and found the activity relaxing. Harry knew they did need to get back to the list, but he had no desire to – not when he could spend just another five minutes enjoying time with his fiancée.
Ten minutes later, Fleur managed to summon the willpower to gently take Harry's hands in hers, and hold them around her waist.
"Now, my wonderfully distracting love, we need to think about invitations", Fleur tried to insist. Thankfully, Harry didn't disagree.
"So, which of your neighbours should we invite? Your aunt suggested your next door neighbours, Joan from over the road, and Bernard from number 16?" Fleur recalled with uncertainty.
Harry nodded. "Yes, that sounds good. Joan hates going abroad, so she won't come, but Aunt Petunia thinks she'll appreciate the invite."
Fleur ticked some names on her list, wrote a comment, then turned to the next page. "Ok, what about school friends? Obviously we'll invite..."
...
"Ok class, today we're going to be studying strength potions", Harry began eagerly... then his face fell a little, as the class looked bored.
"Well, don't look too excited, class", Harry remarked sarcastically. That earned him a couple of sheepish looks.
"Ok, we'll do this differently. Emma, can you beat Gary in an arm wrestle?" Harry asked, picking the weakest- and strongest-looking first years in his class. Emma was barely two thirds the size of Gary, and had a willowy build, whereas Gary looked about ready to try out as a beater.
Emma looked petrified and shook her head frantically. "N... No sir, I can't!"
Harry considered using galleons, but grinned as he remembered that first years were eager for house points. "I'll give you twenty points if you give it a go", Harry offered.
Emma's eyes went wide, then she swallowed her fear and nodded. "O... Ok, Assistant Professor Potter", came the nervous, formal reply.
"But first", Harry instructed, offering a vial, "drink this".
Emma did so, again nervous but then pleased the taste wasn't terrible, and nothing bad seemed to happen.
"Gary, up you come! Feeling confident?" Harry asked.
Gary nodded, a pitying look on his face, then took position opposite Emma.
The two first years grabbed hands, ready to begin. One quick cushioning charm from Harry, and the class was ready for the lesson.
"3... 2... 1... Go!"
SLAM!
Gary didn't even have time to register what was happening before Emma had forced his hand down; only Harry's cushioning charm had stopped bones being fractured on the table. The class was speechless.
"Class, that was the effect of a third year strength potion, but I'm sure Emma would still have held her own with the potion we're learning today. So let me start again.
"Today we're going to be studying strength potions", Harry announced for the second time.
This time, his first-year class cheered excitedly.
...
"... going really well, except potions", Gabrielle explained through the mirror.
"Let me guess: you're too bored?" Harry replied.
"Yes! That's exactly right! Big brother, they were trying to teach me how to make a potion for boils!" Gabrielle complained.
Harry smiled knowingly. "Have you told your professor you can already make most of the potions from first and second year?"
Gabrielle shook her head. "Fleur didn't, not straight away. Did you?" Gabrielle asked, interestedly.
Harry nodded, a big smile on his face. "I did. I had to apologise for looking bored, and I rambled a bit, and then I made the boils potion from memory."
"..."
"Gabrielle?"
"Do they teach everyone that potion first?!", Gabrielle demanded.
Harry laughed. "Well, it is very easy", Harry pointed out.
Gabrielle looked thoughtful for a moment, then her face held a serious look. "I'm going to talk to my professor."
"That's a great idea little fly, if you find them tomorrow...", Harry began.
"Right now!" Gabrielle happily declared, before starting to walk. She kept the mirror on.
A few minutes later, Gabrielle was at her professor's door, knocking.
"Miss. Delacour, is there a problem?" asked the witch.
"Yes. I was talking to my big brother and he suggested I talk to you, Professor", Gabrielle said, with little preamble.
"I wasn't aware you had a brother. Fleur never mentioned him", the witch noted, perhaps a little sleepily.
Gabrielle grinned. "Oh, I'm sure Fleur talked about him all the time, but probably called him 'cherished', 'love' or heart'"
The witch started to understand. "Ah, I see! So 'arry Potter is like a brother to you?" she asked.
"That's right! Anyway, 'arry said I should tell you that I can already brew most of this year's potions", Gabrielle finished, a little sheepishly.
"I knew it!" exclaimed the witch. "Just like your sister! At least you have the sense not to hide it for too long", the witch idly noted.
"Well, I'm glad you came to speak to me. Now we can figure out what to teach you, maybe an accelerated potion curriculum..." the witch mused.
"Told you!" Harry interjected from the mirror.
"Oh! 'arry! I forgot you were still there!" Gabrielle exclaimed.
"Well, Mr. Potter, it's good to meet you! Fleur talked about you all the time..."
...
It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and Katie and Cheveu had come to visit. Fleur and Cheveu were out doing... something?... whilst Katie and Harry were planning.
"So, who shall we invite to your stag do?" Katie asked, quill in hand.
"Well... you, Neville, Hermione, Ron, Cheveu, Gabrielle, Dudley, Daphne, Uncle Sirius, Uncle Remus, Fred and George... am I forgetting anyone?" Harry asked.
Katie giggled. It wouldn't be the usual stag do, but then Harry had opted for a Best Woman, so that was fine. However, Katie thought there were two friends he'd forgotten about. "No-one else, Harry?" Katie prodded.
"Not that I can think of", Harry replied uncertainly. "Have I forgotten someone?"
Katie grinned a wide grin. She could just tell him, but this would be more fun. "You'll see – when your stag do comes around in the summer!"
"That's not fair!" Harry protested weakly.
Katie giggled, then put an arm around her best friend. "You'll survive, I'm sure", she replied, before sticking her tongue out.
...
A few weeks later, Fleur was working on a project, but she admitted she needed help. So, a little frustrated, she knocked on the office door.
"Hello Fleur, what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Jones.
"It's my mastery potion. I'm missing something, I know, but I need some 'elp", Fleur guiltily admitted.
Jones smiled. "No shame in that, it's what I'm here for! Now, what part are you struggling with?"
Fleur gave a relieved smile, glad Jones was so willing to give her time to help. "I've been working with Polyjuice as a reference, and I've been able to modify the result somewhat, but I don't want the appearance change, just my additions", Fleur explained.
Jones nodded in understanding. "And you still want to be able to use the hair, to tailor it?" she checked.
Fleur considered the question. "I guess it doesn't 'ave to be 'air, it could be anything from the person", she mused.
Jones smiled encouragingly. "That sounds like your avenue of research! As disgusting as it sounds, perhaps saliva would work?" she offered.
Fleur wore a look of distaste, but had to admit it was worth considering. And at least that ingredient would be cheap to obtain!
...
The autumn term raced by, and all too soon Harry and Fleur were back in France, mobbing Gabrielle.
"We've missed you so much, my little fly!" Fleur gushed, unwilling to let Gabrielle go.
"Hey, I want to hug my adorable, clever, wonderful sister too!" Harry mock-complained.
Gabrielle was blushing quite a bit, though she very much enjoyed the attention – she had been a little worried things might be different now she had started school, but she had clearly been silly to think so.
"Gabrielle wants to spend time with me first, don't you?" Fleur asked, sticking her tongue out at Harry playfully.
Gabrielle grinned, but didn't say anything, waiting for Harry's reply.
"Well, I think Gabrielle really wants to spend time with me!" Harry said confidently.
"You sound very sure of yourself, my cherished", Fleur noted, still holding her sister possessively – this was turning into a game, and she didn't want to lose!
Harry then proved to be a shameless cheater, violating every protocol and convention there was. "Gabrielle, shall we go to Celeste's?"
"YES!"
...
After Harry had hugged his sister sufficiently, it was agreed that Gabrielle would go to Celeste's with Harry and Fleur.
"I've missed their Frasier. And their Macarons. And their profiteroles", Gabrielle moaned, as she took a bite of Frasier and savoured the feeling of heaven on her tongue.
"Please tell me you're having everything at your wedding?" Gabrielle pleaded.
Fleur laughed; they essentially were, given the expected appetites of their guests, especially those who hadn't sampled Celeste's before.
"Yes, little fly. I think they are going to close the shop for the day, so they can focus purely on the wedding", Harry commented.
"How much do the cakes cost, anyway?" Gabrielle mused; she would eventually have to buy her own, even though Harry and Fleur treated her very often.
Harry and Fleur exchanged a glance; it wasn't anything they had spoken with Gabrielle about, and the answer would only lead to more questions. Still, she had started Beauxbatons already, it wasn't unthinkable for her to find out at her age.
Getting a nod from Harry, Fleur begun. "Well, my little fly, Celeste's is quite expensive."
"Mama and Papa keep telling me that. But how expensive? The prices are in francs, which I don't understand! Do we spend a couple of galleons each time we come? In fact, how do you both afford that?" Gabrielle interrogated.
Harry put an arm around his sister, partly in case she fell off her chair. "That Frasier alone was about two or three galleons", he admitted.
"Two or three galleons?!", Gabrielle half-shouted. Hot chocolates were only a few sickles in the wizarding world! Who would pay a couple of galleons for... Damn it, she would. Celeste's was just too good.
"But how can you afford it? We go all the time! Are you spending all your money on treats?" Gabrielle fretted.
Harry ran his fingers through Gabrielle's hair to calm her, whilst Fleur explained a little. "'arry and I have quite a lot of gold, so we can easily afford it. Besides, you're our sister who we love, and your pleasure is our pleasure ", Fleur reassured.
"I can't believe my brother and sister are rich, and they never told me!" Gabrielle mock-glared.
"Wait until you see your own vault", Harry teased.
"My vault?!"
...
A few days later, and with Sebastian and Appoline's... well, maybe not quite 'blessing', perhaps more 'resigned permission'... Gabrielle, Fleur and Harry went to Gringotts.
How Smashface was able to be there waiting for them as they arrived was a mystery that would remain unsolved. "Good morning Mr. Potter, Miss. Delacour and Miss. Delacour. How may Gringotts help you today?" the goblin asked as they stepped into the bank.
"Good morning Smashface. We would like to access our vault for a withdrawal, convert some money to francs, ask about houses, and introduce our sister to her vault", Fleur requested, a smile on her face at the familiar goblin.
"Of course; right this way", Smashface replied, leading them through the bank.
Harry had an idea, and murmured a quiet few words to his fiancée. "Shall we invite Smashface?"
Fleur's pleased smile confirmed her view of the idea. She surreptitiously took out a blank invitation – Appoline said she should carry a couple around, just in case – and quickly added the goblin's name to the paper.
A fast cart ride later – which Gabrielle had enjoyed thoroughly and wanted to do again – they were at Harry and Fleur's vault.
Harry and Fleur opened the vault, and saw that once again their gold has grown.
"... how much?" Harry asked, still finding the sight of so many galleons surreal.
Smashface nodded at the question. "Approximately 290,000 galleons. Your investments, plus modest deposits, have continued to grow your wealth."
Gabrielle looked utterly stunned, her mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. Harry wished he had a camera.
Fleur took out a few thousand galleons to cover some wedding expenses, then turned to Smashface. "Smashface, we were hoping you might be able to help us with a permanent house", Fleur began.
Smashface nodded eagerly; this was an excellent business opportunity. "What did you have in mind?"
Harry watched as Fleur took Smashface aside, and held a quiet conversation with him. Smashface came back, and turned to Harry.
"Miss. Delacour wishes to keep one surprise from you, but aside from that tells me you are in agreement with what you require", Smashface stated.
Harry looked at Fleur curiously, who stuck her tongue out and winked. Harry turned to Smashface and listed out what he and Fleur had discussed. "A large property, near the beach in Northern France, connected to the French floo network. At least four bedrooms, and ideally some space to fly nearby, plus whatever wards you'd normally recommend."
Smashface nodded. "It may be that there is a suitable property to purchase, but most likely you would need to purchase the land and then build your house from scratch", the goblin explained.
Harry and Fleur nodded, then Fleur asked the important question. "How much will it cost?"
Smashface frowned. "Until I check the wizarding and Muggle property markets I can't give a precise figure, however the highest cost would be if you have to build your house. In which case, what you have requested could cost as much as 100,000 galleons", Smashface stated, careful to set expectations at the upper end of possibilities; it shouldn't be quite that expensive, but one could never know, especially if the land needed to be purchased from muggles.
Fleur looked at Harry and shrugged. Harry turned to Smashface and answered. "That sounds ok. Can you check and let us know once you know how much?" Harry asked.
Smashface was tempted to charge the couple a few galleons for his time, but they had not insulted him or treated him as other witches and wizards sometimes did... and though he would never admit it, he did like the pair; or at least, he liked the gold their accounts earned him, which was much more valuable than a few galleons. "Leave it with me. Now, you wished to see the other Miss. Delacour's vault?" Smashface asked.
"Before we do, there is another question we had for you", Harry began.
Smashface narrowed his eyes in curiosity.
"Would you like to come to our wedding next summer?" Fleur asked, holding out an invitation.
...
Later, after Gabrielle, Fleur and Harry had returned from Gringotts, Gabrielle was in shock.
"I'm rich", she murmured, still not quite believing it.
"No, not yet – you'll still have to get a job after Beauxbatons", Fleur replied with amusement.
"But I have over fifty thousand galleons! That you gave me years ago!" Gabrielle stated emphatically.
Harry grinned; he'd tried to explain that they'd only given her thirty thousand galleons, and that interest had done the rest, but that was a difficult concept for an eleven-year-old.
"Yes, I know, it was terribly mean of us not to give you more", Fleur joked.
Gabrielle shook her head, trying to clear the shock she felt. "And you have even more galleons! No wonder you don't mind treating me to Celeste's!"
...
Halfway through the holidays, Harry was sitting on the sofa between Appoline and Sebastian, and he was trapped. Under no circumstances was Harry allowed to move, or even readjust how he sat – Appoline had made that clear.
Harry was starting to get the impression that he was going to have to sit there the whole night, though at least the company was pleasant, including the new lady in Harry's life... for Gabrielle's cat, Camille, had decided she was fond of Harry that day, and took every opportunity to brush up against his leg, meow at him, or climb into his lap, as she had done just a few minutes ago.
Harry had then started to affectionately stroke Camille, though Sebastian had jokingly called him a fool – for the cat had then fallen asleep on Harry's lap, and Gabrielle was insistent that it would be cruel to wake her while she slept.
So Harry sat, stroking Camille and talking to his Delacour Godparents.
"You are making sure you and Fleur have time together away from wedding planning, my angel?" Sebastian asked.
Harry nodded; just yesterday they had gone for a romantic, candle-lit dinner together, both enjoying fish stew and a slice of Tarte Tatin. They had then apparated to Boulogne-sur-Mer, walking hand-in-hand along the beach where they hoped they would have their home together.
Shaking away the memory, Harry replied to his Godfather. "We are. Not as much time as we might like, but enough for now."
"Good. Weddings are important, but it's just one day, and tending to your relationship will aid every other day afterwards, my little cabbage", Appoline noted.
Harry fell silent, considering the wisdom of Appoline's words whilst he ran his hand down Camille's fur.
"'arry, there was one thing we wanted to talk to you about", Sebastian began, after a short while.
"What is it, Uncle Sebastian?" Harry asked, curious.
"You will be getting married soon. When you do you will be our son-in-law, but honestly we've seen you as our child for many years", Sebastian explained.
Harry felt a confusing mix of emotions: surprise, realisation, happiness and love, to name a few. But before he could fully process those emotions, his Godparents continued.
"We were wondering... hoping, really... that you might want to call us Mama and Papa, either now, or when you and Fleur wed", Appoline finished for her husband.
Harry's eyes filled with happy tears, and he twice tried to speak but found his voice missing. Finally, after taking a deep breath, Harry replied. "I... I'd really like that. I love you both so much... Mama and Papa."
Being careful not to disturb Camille, Sebastian and Appoline put an arm each around their soon-to-be son, and took turns kissing the crown of his head. "We love you too, son..."
"...and we always will."
...
The only other occasion of note over the holidays was Fleur and Harry asking Gabrielle to be one of their bridesmaids.
"Yes! Of course I will! It's going to be so exciting!" came Gabrielle's predictable reply.
"Ah, but there's a catch", Fleur stated.
Gabrielle looked confused. "What catch?"
"Well, little fly, we thought it would be fun if..." Harry began, teasing.
Gabrielle was as impatient as expected. "Yes? What is it?"
"If you had wings. Angel wings", Fleur finished.
"THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!" Gabrielle shouted in excitement.
Harry and Fleur laughed. Harry then put on a mock-serious expression. "There's just one problem."
Gabrielle, her face beaming with joy, wasn't going to fall for Harry's teasing again. "No there isn't! There's no problem!"
"Ah but there is, my little cabbage. After all, won't you need practise?" Fleur asked, her face wearing a big, doting smile.
"Practise?" asked Gabrielle, her tone full to the brim with hope.
"Practise", confirmed Harry, pulling out a small bag filled with about twenty angel drops.
Fleur suspected that Gabrielle's resultant squeal could be heard from several miles away.
...
The last evening of the holiday, Harry was spending some time with his sister whilst Fleur was busy working on something with her parents. He found it a bit weird when Fleur came and asked him to spit in a vial, but he trusted her so complied. Then, it was uninterrupted time with Gabrielle.
Harry was sat on the sofa, and Gabrielle was sat in front on him on the floor. It might not have been the most comfortable position normally, but Harry was making it worth her while... by brushing her hair.
Harry had tried to hold a conversation with Gabrielle, but he was too proficient at relaxing her – she kept mumbling and stopping her sentences half-way through – so he gave up and instead focussed on relaxing his little sister.
Harry started with untying the loose ponytail Gabrielle had worn for convenience, then gently worked the kink out of her hair that the ponytail had caused. Then Harry had started his fingers at Gabrielle's scalp and had run his hands through the full length of Gabrielle's hair, enjoying the warm, comforting feeling her hair poured into his hands as he did.
Next, Harry gave Gabrielle a light head massage, working his fingers into the roots of her hair and gently applying pressure to her scalp. Gabrielle leaned into the massage, feeling thoroughly relaxed and at peace.
After a few minutes of blissful massage, Harry ran his fingers through the length of Gabrielle's hair again, starting to straighten out the mess he had caused with the massage; Harry could almost feel his sister's familial love pouring off her.
After another few minutes of hair playing, during which time Harry suspected Gabrielle might have fallen asleep, he took out the hair brush, and began properly straightening out Gabrielle's hair.
There were a couple of knots, which Harry was very careful to straighten out gently, but mostly Harry was doing this to relax his little sister and bond. Although, after a while, Harry's additional motive was made known.
"Gabrielle?" he quietly asked.
"Mmmm?" came the sleepy reply.
"I'm almost finished brushing your hair", Harry admitted.
A slight pause whilst Gabrielle digested the complex sentence, then, "But you've only just started!" she complained sleepily.
Harry chuckled. "We've been here for over half an hour", Harry pointed out.
"See: only just started." Gabrielle affirmed.
Harry chuckled, then responded. "Well, I was hoping to get some practise in plaiting hair..." he offered.
Hmmm. If her brother was going to be like that... "Deal", Gabrielle happily accepted.
...
Several weeks later, half-way through the spring term, Fleur was delighted. It had taken a lot more effort than she'd hoped, but she had finally finished the new potion that would form her mastery project.
However, the potion mastery was only third in her mind. Second was the thought that this potion could be very profitable, which would help her intended career. First in her mind, though, was the possibilities it would grant her and her friends and family personally.
There was a particular task she now wanted to do; Fleur had considered inviting her family to join her, but Gabrielle wouldn't be able to join until Easter, so it wasn't fair to invite her Mama and Papa.
Perhaps the upcoming weekend? She could go with Harry, and turn it into a date day; they hadn't had enough of those, with Harry's studies ramping up a little wedding planning still forging ahead, and her potion mastery project finishing.
Fleur looked and saw it was nearly dinner time; she might as well speak to him about it now.
...
"Are you sure this will work?" Harry asked, as he and Fleur were on their date, approaching the building. Not that he doubted Fleur, but what she had created was very exciting.
"I haven't tested it with your saliva, so there's a chance it won't work – especially as I've tested the understanding of human varieties, but not animal ones... yet", Fleur replied.
"I really hope it works", Harry sighed, for the fourth time.
"Well, we're here now, so we'll find out", Fleur replied, holding Harry's hand as they entered the building.
After checking that no-one else was around, Fleur drank the vial and proceeded into the very familiar location.
"...then I spat the rat back out, but idiot Simon thought it was a game!" groaned Geoff.
"What an idiot", Barry replied.
"Hi Geoff, hi Barry", Harry called.
Immediately, the two snakes turned, lightning-fast, to the sound of the heralded voice.
"Harry!" "Our personal Wizard!"
Harry chuckled. From next to him, Fleur waved, a big grin on her face.
"Oh, tell Fleur we say hello too", Geoff added.
Barry eagerly nodded his agreement, then paused. Something was different. "Harry?"
"Yes, Barry?" Harry replied.
"You've not given Fleur a special cuddle today! I can't smell her on you!" Barry exclaimed disappointedly.
Both Fleur and Harry blushed at the comment, and Geoff tasted the air to check Barry's assessment.
"He's right! Harry, you can't neglect your lady like that! You kept her waiting long enough, you can't go cutting her off already!" Geoff advised most seriously.
Harry was now blushing like a tomato. Fleur couldn't help herself, and was now laughing.
"No, it's not like that! It's just, well..." Harry stalled, unsure how this was the conversation they were currently having.
"It's ok Geoff, Barry. 'arry is very good at meeting my needs. We were just in a 'urry to get 'ere early today", Fleur explained.
"Oh, are you sure, Fleur? Harry's a good kid, but he's useless when it comes to the ladies", Barry informed her in a wise tone. Geoff, on the other hand, just stared at Fleur in shock, his jaw wide open.
"'e's gotten a lot better since we started dating, and even better once we were engaged", assured Fleur in a merry tone. She was having so much fun, this was better than she expected.
"Well, we could tell Harry liked you for ages, so we're glad he's treating you well, isn't that right, Geoff? Geoff? Are you ok?" Barry asked, noting the slack-jawed expression Geoff was still wearing.
"Geoff, are you trying to eat an invisible vole? I don't think voles are usually invisible" Barry informed him.
"But... how?!" Geoff asked, looking at Fleur, as he finally found his voice.
"Well, it's pretty simple, Geoff. No animals are usually invisible. Wait... Geoff! I've just realised something important!" Barry announced.
Geoff, who had mostly found his tongue, was glad Barry had cottoned on. "See! I can't believe we missed it!"
"How silly of us!" Barry agreed.
"We should have noticed right away!" Geoff excitedly stated, all the while staring at Fleur, who was still grinning.
"We wouldn't know if there were invisible animals around, as they'd be invisible!" stated Barry emphatically. On second thought, maybe Barry hadn't cottoned on.
"..."
"What?"
"Barry, you dolt! Fleur's been speaking to us! Like Harry does!" Geoff explained, shaking his head.
"Hi Geoff, hi Barry. It's great to finally be able to talk to you!" Fleur said, grinning.
"Geoff! Fleur's a Parselmouth!" Barry announced, completely unnecessarily.
Fleur collapsed with laughter, whilst Harry, giggling, explained about Fleur's mastery potion – which, once a person's saliva was added, could enable anyone to speak any language that the spitter could. And now was confirmed to work with Parseltongue, thanks to Fleur drinking the Harry-spit-imbibed brew.
"Figured she got enough of your saliva already" joked Geoff, winking at the pair.
Fleur, grinning, pulled Harry into a passionate kiss, proving that she hadn't yet had enough. Now that she could speak to her snake friends, Fleur knew this would be her best visit to the zoo so far.
...
Author Notes:
Just two more chapters to go, and the story will be complete.
Shout out to bahnannah for the idea of Gabrielle being an angel-winged flower girl.
A huge thanks to those who have favourited or followed Delacour Godparents. Right now I have over 1,000 of each, and that blows me away – I never expected such a positive reception to the story, so thank you.
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