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Chapter 15: Vratsa Vulture, A Sister's Love

After returning to Malfoy Manor, Harry was teased immensely by Sirius and his three friends who've no doubt caught wind of the events that had transpired at the Delacour household from his big-mouthed dogfather.

"Shut up please!" Harry cried as Elan and Roger continued to make kissing, moaning and other inappropriate sounds as Harry was finishing his Transfiguration Essay.

"Just happy for you mate." Elan said as he swatted his friend on the head, Roger nodding sagely. "But seriously, how was it like kissing a Veela?" The Malfoy heir asked. Harry was caught off guard and nearly spilled the ink in his inkbottle on his parchment.

"Well, I don't really think I have the right words to explain it other then that it left me wanting more which has never happened in the past…she also tasted like strawberries." Harry mumbled. Everyone knew that Harry Potter had kissed almost all the upperclassmen girls during his third year, from a triple dare from Sirius who had miraculously lured his innocent godson into playing dares.

"Had fun?" Rina's sang melodiously through their mental link.

"Ermm…" Harry stuttered. "Oh great, even my familiar is teasing me." He thought to himself.

"Better get use to it, you're an open book to me." Rina trilled.

Harry mentally grumbled but quickly asked "How're you doing? Sorry I couldn't bring you over, Rosy seems to be very fond of you."

"Just get back as soon as possible, I don't think I can stand anymore of her petting. I am not an owl." Mentally rolling his eyes, Harry said a quick goodbye and placed his quill back into his bag along with his bottle of ink then joined his friends to watch a replay of Manchester United vs. Arsenal. Draco was forced to retire to bed by Narcissa since he was considered a bit young to stay up late at night.

"I've never understood the concept. It's not like in Quidditch where a game could end 700-300" Elan quirked.

"It's not just about the goals, it's the build up, team unity and game play which are unique." Roger replied and punched his fist in the air as Ryan Giggs made a superb forty-yard run before smashing the ball into a dead corner of the net.

"Tell me you didn't expect that?" Elan was speechless with his mouth agape. "I suppose." He muttered as he stuffed a handful of potato chips into his mouth. The match ended 3-3, Arsenal making a comeback in the second half, Cedric was especially happy since he was a Gunner fan and lived only ten minutes away from the Emirates Stadium in Highbury.

"I can't believe it, you saw that volley in the last minute?" Cedric exclaimed ecstatically and threw a big shit-eating grin at Harry who was a Red Devils fan since he was five.

"Whatever man, United are still first in the league." Harry retorted as he received the bag of chips from Elan.

"So, what'd you guys reckon about the whole Pettigrew issue?" Roger asked.

"He might strike Hogwarts again, seeing that he already has done it once." Cedric said.

"I don't think so, Pettigrew is a near disgrace of a wizard from what father has said. He's a scaredy cat from what I've heard, I'm surprised that he even attempted to break in" Elan growled as he struggled to open his bottle of coke.

"How does your father know?" Roger asked.

"They attended school together, or something like it." Elan replied and took a long drink of coke.

"I agree with Elan." Harry said quietly. "From what Sirius and Lupin has told me, Pettigrew is nothing but a coward, I don't think we have to worry about another break in."

The four were silent for a bit until Elan and Roger steered the conversation to Quidditch and the caliber of their potential opponents, it wasn't until the grandfather clock in Malfoy Manor's living room hit midnight did the four teens fall asleep.

Fleur turned restlessly in her comfortable large queen sized bed, the memory of kissing a handsome, messy, black haired young wizard was constantly replaying itself in her mind. She couldn't stop smiling afterwards whilst her mother had teased her mercilessly about expecting grandchildren soon, which made her father look uncomfortable. Gabrielle looked a little put out, but kept quiet. She hadn't really expect to literally throw herself at him but Harry's character made it hard not to do so. Though she was delighted to find out that Harry had the same feelings for her as she did for him and slowly drifted to sleep with the photograph of Harry close to her on her bedside table, hoping to see him again very soon.

Next day, after a very contenting breakfast curtsy of Narcissa and exchange of presents, Sirius came over with a smile that seemed to split his face.

"Harry, the chairman of The Vratsa Vultures want to see you today!" He yelled loudly as he came rushing through the Floo. Harry was lost for words as Elan patted him on the back, what can you say when the best Quidditch Team in history wants you to play for them.

"That's great…" Harry said lamely, causing Elan and Roger to snigger. After a strangling farewell hug from Narcissa, the usual handshake from Lucius and three friends telling him to take some photos with some Veelas, Harry and Sirius departed Malfoy Manor via Portkey for Sofia, Bulgaria.

Coldness immediately slammed into his senses as Harry felt his feet hit solid ground. They appeared in front of what seemed to be the biggest Quidditch Stadium Harry had ever seen in his whole life, he couldn't help but admire the architecture it was a bit similar to Camp Nou, which was FC Barcelona's home stadium with an oval opening at the top.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black! Glad to zee both hof you 'ere." A medium, slightly overweight man with grey hair greeted in heavily accented English, he was dressed in a fancy, expensive looking fur coat and wore several rings on his short fingers.

"Harry, meet Dmitry Ivanova, chairman of the Vratsa Vultures." Sirius introduced in fluent Russian.

"How do you do sir, its an honor." Harry quickly switched into Russian, wanting to impress as he shook the shorter man's hand.

"You speak Russian, good, that would save up some valuable time; almost all the players and the entire coaching staff speak Russian. Now follow me, I guarantee you'll be amazed about what we'll offer." Ivanova said jovially and beckoned for the duo to follow.

After casting several warming charms on himself, Harry and Sirius entered the stadium. If the exterior was stunning, then the interior was breathtaking. Harry saw countless burgundy boxes all around him, his neck hurt as he looked up and his eyes widened when he saw the number of boxes towering above and around him. Of course, there were three golden hoops on each end of the pitch, fifty feet at least in height, also on both ends of the pitch were a gigantic blackboard respectively.

"Magnificent would you agree?" Ivanova said theatrically. Harry could only nod, this stadium had obviously cost a fortune to build.

"This stadium can hold one hundred thousand people and is voted the best Quidditch Stadium for twenty times in addition to hosting the European Cup Final on four occasions." Ivanova informed the stunned pair.

"I know you have expressed interest in signing my godson but with the calibre current squad, the chances of him being a bench warmer is very likely…" Sirius expressed concernedly.

"You have nothing to worry about Mr. Black, young Harry will have a place within the team; surely you have heard that Alexsandr Kolarov, our current captain will be retiring after this season." Ivanova said calmly.

Sirius nodded, and the shorter man smiled, "Then you know what we will be doing. Since Mr. Kolarov will be retiring, the coach wants a new young chaser to adapt to the team as we go through this transition period. He will get his fair share of playing time." Harry nodded as they exited the grand stadium and went to the training pitches just a couple blocks away.

If the Vratsa Vulture Quidditch Stadium didn't amazed Harry, the six Quidditch practicing fields would have definitely left a huge impact on his memory. "Let's go meet the players, shall we?" Ivanova asked and with a hand, invited them into the nearest field.

For some reason, Harry suddenly observed that the chairman was suddenly very jittery and nervous, he smirked when he saw the cause; besides the players who were sitting together at the center of the field, there were also a bunch of young silvery blonde haired women at a corner of the field, all graced with beauty beyond words.

"Always have to walk fast around Veelas or I'll end up doing something stupid." Ivanova explained with a chuckle and was immensely surprised when he saw his prospective new signing remained nonchalant.

"You don't feel the draw?"

"No sir, apparently I don't." Harry answered dryly and had to drag Sirius away by the ear as he saw his godfather overwhelmed with his mouth wide opened and eyes glazed over.

"Sorry for the slight inconvenience ladies." Harry apologized with a smile. The Veelas were stunned for a moment before giggling angelically as they watched Harry drag Sirius off.

"Huh what's going on?" Sirius asked stupidly as they walked far enough from the Veelas to be free from their allure.

"You just made an arse out of yourself." Was Harry's reply.

"No worries, Mr. Black…it would seem only young Harry is able to shrug off the charm." Ivanova chuckled.

"What? But Fleur's mother is a Veela too, I didn't feel anything then." Sirius whispered into his godson's ear.

"The more Veela there are, the harder it is to resist them. You should really review those old Occlumency lessons" Harry hissed back.

They reached the center of the field. A large, burly man with grayish black hair with stern grey eyes in an all black tracksuit with a vulture head stitched on his right breast, which Harry presumed to be the Head Coach came over and shook Ivanova's hand.

Harry looked around and saw that of the players recognized who he was, some had a calculating gaze, others were intrigued or excited, all were dressed in a thick dark red training kit. Harry was surprised when he saw the best seeker in the world, Viktor Krum amidst the players, Krum just gave him an approving nod as their eyes met and returned to brooding.

"Ah, you must be Harry Potter, I have been wanting to meet you face to face for a long time. I am Sergei Ivanov, head coach." The burly man in the black tracksuit introduced himself, sticking out a hand.

Never once tearing his gaze away from the bigger man's gaze, Harry shook the hand, "Honor to meet you sir, Harry Potter." He introduced.

"You have a strong grip, that is good." Sergei said gruffly then putting a hand on Harry's shoulder, guided him away from the rest of the team, which began to grab their respective brooms and sounds of them kicking off could be heard. It was definitely a different style here in Eastern Europe, there were many differences but the main one was that here in Bulgaria, chasers tend to be more relying on strength and power rather then silky passing and using special moves.

"I have watched England's Qualifiers, it's been a long time since England's played so well and consistent." Sergei commented.

Harry felt a bit offended but wisely ignored it and replied, "It's because we built a good team and coaching staff." Harry was amazed when he saw a chaser with long dark hair with brown almond shaped eyes received a Quaffle and with a confident smile dodged two fast bludgers simultaneously with a speed faster than he could imagine. He watched as she accelerated towards the hoops and with a powerful long-range shot, scored.

"Mira Ivanova, my daughter. My pride and joy." Harry was startled when he saw the club chairman standing next to him.

"She's an amazing flier." Harry said with awe.

Dmitry Ivanova just chuckled and turning to Harry asked, "Would you want to have an one on one competition with her?"

Harry just widened his eyes and with respect in his voice answered, "I would love to do so but I did not bring my broom unfortunately." As if answering him, Coach Ivanov brought a Firebolt in front of his face.

With thanks, Harry took the broom, took off his trench coat, leaving him in tight fitting black trousers and a white turtle neck sweater. He mounted the broom and kicked off with Sirius cheering him on. Without doubt, Mira Ivanova was a good player, better than any Harry had played with or against, with incredible balance and great anticipation abilities and she certainly didn't hesitate to use physical contact to her advantage, that plus her smaller frame allowed better maneuverability.

Below them, Sergei Ivanov looked at his watch it has been twenty minutes and to his surprise, Harry Potter was leading 190-100 despite the length of time it took to score one shot. Everyone had stopped his or her respective tasks with their eyes glued to the two chasers who were competing furiously against each other.

Since it was only a one on one playoff, there were no keepers therefore the two chasers also had to assume the role, Harry had the Quaffle in his possession, determined to get one more as he shot to the left but just as he expected it Mira Ivanova had already anticipated his route and was already there.

Harry grinned widely, it had been a long time since he was presented with a real challenge he feinted left, followed by a swift right but Mira wasn't thrown off and stuck near him blocking a good angle to shoot. When they were about twenty yards away from the hoops Mira was defending, Harry shot to the left, baiting his opponent to follow but decelerated without warning and taking advantage of open space on the right burst towards the right flank, pulling back his arm he unleashed a swerving shot which went clean through the right hoop. A loud whistle was heard and slowly, Harry descended to the ground.

Loud clapping and cheering could be heard, Harry just smiled politely while running his hand through his ever untamable hair. Mira Ivanova landed seconds later, the applause increased even more as Harry watched his opponent and future teammate walk over to where he was standing. Brown eyes met Green and then Mira stuck out her hand, Harry took it without a word for no words were needed.

Sirius watched on proudly with a single tear at the edge of his eye, Harry was the greatest thing that had ever happened in his solitary life even though he wasn't technically his son. Just not too long ago, a young, ignored yet frighteningly intelligent and pure hearted child was listening to his 'epic' tales of fighting against Death Eaters and playing pranks with him on Moony. Now that child was a worldwide superstar but he didn't allow his fame to inflate his head, Sirius often wondered if he had done a good job raising his godson; looking at Harry, who walked over smiling and laughing with Mira Ivanova, he knew that he had accomplished his task.

"Merlin, that was some excellent flying!" Sirius said as Harry grinned widely and handed the Firebolt back to coach Ivanov, who had an apprehensive look on his face.

"Impressive, I have been wanting to see you fly after the Under 17 World Cup, your reputation is well deserved. Mira's one on one ability is one of the best in Europe."

"Thanks sir…Mira's one of the best players I'd have played against." Harry said and looked at the direction of the female chaser who was conversing enigmatically with her father and catching his eye, smiled at him.

"So what'd you think pup? Fancy playing with the European Champions then?" Sirius asked, Harry's smile was all the confirmation he needed.

After spending a restless pacing around Grimmauld Place due to the inability to sleep that night, Harry decided to let Fleur know before anyone else, quickly taking the new ink pen Narcissa had gotten him for his Christmas present, he began writing. The next day, every wizard newspaper across the globe had one single sensational story on their front page.

Vratsa Vulture Dynasty Continues with Harry Potter

By: Alexandr Sharnov

As fate would have it, seven time European Champions Vratsa Vultures has finally secured the services of England Chaser, Harry Potter on a two-year contract. Though the details of the signing are undisclosed. Mr. Potter, currently sixteen, was his National Team's highest scorer during their illustrious World Cup Qualifying Campaign as well as being an important member in England's U-17 World Cup Success.

Look at pages 2 and 3 for Harry Potter's exclusive interview regarding his move

Look at page 4 for Mr. Potter's game statistics

Accompanying the article was a photo of Harry dressed in his white turtleneck sweater with both sleeves rolled up slightly along with a pair of black pants. In his right hand, he clutched a sleeve of a blood red Vratsa Vulture jersey with the number ten and Potter etched in white on the back while Sergei Ivanov held the left sleeve of the jersey.

Harry was smiling as countless cameras flashed. Around breakfast, three sixteen year olds in three different locations read the articles and all three said with a grin, "Lucky bastard."

In France, to be precise, Delacour Mansion, Fleur was having a normal breakfast with her parents and Gabrielle when their family owl flew in with their Daily Morning newspapers. Fleur was spreading strawberry jam on her slice of tartine, a type of French bread when she heard her father murmur, "Impressive boy."

"Your future husband has made the headlines again, mon cherie." Apolline said with a teasing smile. A blush crept up on Fleur's cheeks as her father handed her the article, she couldn't help but smile as she looked at the photograph of Harry beaming at her.

She was reading the exclusive interview when suddenly her hand flew to cover her mouth.

"What is it mon cherie?" Apolline asked. When Fleur didn't respond, she leaned closer to discover what was making her eldest daughter so emotional. Apolline soon found out as she scanned the contents of the page. One response was particularly touching.

Mr. Potter, is there anyone you would like to mention, perhaps people you want to thank?

Well, I would like to first thank my godfather, Sirius Black and Professor Remus Lupin for being there for me when I was younger and Sirius for taking the time to be my agent. I would not be able to sit here today if it weren't for their constant encouragement.

Also to my undisputed number one fan and baby sister Rosalyn, the sisterly love you have given to me is something I can never repay, it was and still is a great joy to see you grow. To Elan, Roger, Cedric, Elena, I'm forever grateful for your friendship. A man couldn't have asked for better friends.

Lastly but most importantly, to mon fleur argentée, if you're reading this I want you to know that no woman has ever made me feel the way I do for you and that you have made myself the luckiest man in the world."

"That is so romantic, mon cherie…" Apolline exclaimed with a sigh, making her husband fake vomiting earning him a hard poke to the ribs. "You could definitely learn something from him, Alain." Apolline chastised, eliciting giggles from Fleur and Gabrielle.

"You are so lucky Fleur!" Gabrielle shouted, bouncing up and down on her chair it would seem that the pint-sized Veela had moved on from her crush. Fleur just smile, suddenly a large silver feathered falcon flew into the dining room, landing directly in front of Fleur on the table. Fleur took the letter off the bird and her heart began pounding violently against her ribs when she recognized Harry's neat cursive writing within the piece of parchment.

Hey Fleur,

I don't know when this mail will reach France, can you take care of Apollo before you send him back he's most likely been flying non-stop. Anyways, I wanted to let you know before anyone else on the planet that I have signed for the Vultures, don't worry the Veelas didn't affect me at all though Sirius was an entirely different story, wish you could have seen it. I'm getting side tracked…..damn, I'm never good when it comes to this but here goes nothing, I miss you. There hasn't been a day where you haven't been in my thoughts, God listen to me, I'm a helpless romantic. Sirius is hosting a New Year's Eve party and if you're interested, there's a portkey in the envelope to activate it just say Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Don't worry, its just my five friends and my sister, you can bring Gabby and your parents along if you like.

Harry

Fleur couldn't help but giggle when Harry mentioned the Veelas, she was touched that he had wanted her to know first of all the people in the world and that she mattered that much to him, her heart fluttered when she read that Harry had wanted to spend New Year's Eve with him.

Next to her, Gabrielle squealed since she loved animals and proceeded to feed the annoyed and fatigued falcon with pieces of bread.

"Something you want to share mon cherie?" Apolline asked. Without a word, Fleur, with the biggest smile on her face handed the letter to her mother, who scanned it and sent her eldest daughter a mischievous smile.

In all of her years watching her daughter grow up, she had never acted like she did with Harry; she knew from the rare dreamy expression on her Fleur's face that she was terribly smitten by him and it was beyond a casual fling.

"You're going to need a new dress to impress your man mon cherie." Apolline said with a smirk. Said man woke up with a yawn in a fluffy comfortable king sized bed in his room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. The press conference held to unveil his signing in addition to the unveiling of his signing to the fans plus the exclusive interview was fatiguing beyond comprehension.

"How're you feeling pup?" Harry saw Sirius leaning on the doorway with a large grin on his face. A drowsy gaze was all the response he got as Harry got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

After a long shower and friendly chat with the portrait of Mrs. Black, Harry walked into the kitchen where Kreacher was making the largest breakfast he had ever seen. Immediately, as soon as Harry sat down, Kreacher began piling eggs, hash browns, ham and bacon onto his plate despite his protests. After forking the last piece of bacon into his mouth, Harry decided to spend the day on traveling to Potter Manor accompanied by Sirius.

A redheaded bullet instantly smothered him as soon as he opened the door. "About time you showed up, the little one has been questioning day and night about the time of your return." His familiar sung as she perched on his shoulder with a burst of flames.

Harry mentally rolled his eyes as he walked into the living room and laughed when the first thing Little Rosy said was, "Where's my present?" With her puppy dog eyes on full blast making her brother extremely helpless but to do as he was told.

Rosy's smile reached her eyes when Harry handed her a small parcel along with a lighter package. Harry just watched on as little Rosy tore at her presents, revealing a silver platinum bracelet made from small figures of Hippogriffs stringed together and a red Vratsa Vulture replica jersey.

Without a word, the dimunitive sized girl leapt into her brother's unsuspecting arms and proceeded to give him several sloppy wet kisses. She then turned on Sirius who gifted her with several new dolls and glared at Harry when he threw a smirk in his direction.

Rosy gabbled her thanks then she ran up the stairs leaving a very amused Harry and Sirius only to return seconds later with both her hands behind her back. Then shyly, Rosy revealed a long rectangular package wrapped in wrapping paper and handed it to a shocked Harry.

Carefully taking off the wrapping paper, he couldn't help but let his emotions run wild. It was a very detailed drawing of herself and Harry, he was wearing a fitting white t-shirt with skinny black jeans and standing next to him, barely reaching his waist height was Rosy wearing a white blouse and jeans identical in color to her brothers.

Harry watched on with a smile as he saw the Harry in the portrait place a hand around Rosy's shoulder causing the small girl to look up and smile beautifully. In the background was Number 12 Grimmauld Place, looking up from the drawing and seeing his sister looking worried that her brother hadn't said a word yet whispered, "Thank you princess." And for the very first time in a long time, tears flooded his eyes. Rosy, never witnessing her oldest brother cry before embraced him and patted him reassuringly. Even Sirius was wiping his eyes at the scene before him.

"I'm curious, how'd you animate it?" Harry asked once he dried his eyes. The small redheaded girl just smiled cutely at him and chirped, "Secret." Harry seemed put out and didn't see the glances his sister threw at Sirius, who grinned widely.

After a while, they were in Harry's bedroom. Together, they framed the enchanted drawing and hanged it on the wall next to Harry's Angelina Jolie poster, which Sirius complimented with whistle earning a punch to the shoulder from Harry since they were in truth in the presence of an innocent girl.

Then out of the blue, Lily Potter was at the doorway and said in a controlled tone, "Your father and I need to talk with you." Harry knew by her tone that an argument was in line and he was proven correctly a minute later as Lily Potter ranted on and on about how he could make such a big decision without consulting her. Harry didn't even argue back as he blocked her out as his mind went on thinking what Fleur was doing right now, he could still remember the feeling of their lips meeting, it was the most intense feeling he had ever gotten out of a kiss.

Sirius was in the same state, thinking only about all the upcoming parties he had scheduled for Harry and himself to attend and the amount of beautiful women he would potentially bed; the thought caused a large smile that threatened to split his face as Lily criticized him for encouraging Harry's actions. James Potter, surprisingly, stayed quiet the entire time Lily ranted, he could obviously see that his son was not one bit afraid of Lily in angry mode judging by the look of disinterest and occasional yawning. Though he knew Harry wanted nothing to do with them, which was less than they deserved, he was still proud whenever people in the Ministry would compliment, on what a great Quidditch player his son was he knew that Harry will never look on them the same again and it was all their doing.

"Enough Lily!" Sirius interrupted and he saw amusement dancing in Harry's eyes.

"SIRIUS! HOW DARE YOU- OUR SON MADE A LIFE CHANGING DECISION WITHOUT CONSULTING US!" Lily screamed at her alumni.

"He's no longer a child Lily! He's going to be an emancipated adult in a couple months! Smothering him does little good for you…besides you had the chance long ago, you blew it remember?" Sirius yelled back but felt a twinge of guilt when he saw Lily froze, when she opened her mouth, no words came out as tears slowly began to mass at the corners of her eyes. James just gathered his sobbing wife and gave apologizing looks to his son and former best friend as he walked out of the kitchen with his arms wrapped around Lily.

"Well, that was peachy." Harry muttered as he stood up from his chair. Sirius just snorted in response but a large grin suddenly appeared on his face, "What?" Harry said, a bit annoyed, he knew that grin and it was often connected to unfortunate news.

"You know that smoking model with the dark hair and gorgeous bum, what was it, Ashley?" Sirius asked, the grin still on his face.

"What about her?" Harry snapped, the media had only start to forget their incident and he was keen to keep it that way.

Sirius took out an envelope from his inner blazer pocket and handed it to the unease black haired teen. Ignoring the fact that the letter had been opened and clumsily resealed, Harry's frown continued to grow as he read the letter, "That girl sure isn't making my life easy." He thought and shot his laughing godfather a glare.

"Sooo….?" Sirius said.

"I already invited Fleur over, I'm not portkeying all the way to America just to satisfy her, besides I don't have any feelings for her." Harry groaned.

"You could invite her over…" Sirius said but was cut off by an astounded Harry. "ABSOLUTELY not! I don't want Fleur turning me into barbeque just yet."

"Fine, your loss…the cat-fights are always the best." Sirius said, sniggering as he imagined the scene, and bent over when Harry threw a stinging hex aimed at his face.

"Hey, I need this face for all the ladies you know." Sirius grinned. Harry just muttered an insult unintelligibly under his breath.

"I'm going to write a reply saying I can't be there but I'll owe her a drink." Harry thought as he stood up from his chair. Then Rosy skipped into the kitchen with another envelope in her small hand with a handwriting Harry instantly recognized as he quickly snatched it out from his sister's grasp, patted her head and ran up the stairs to his room, leaving a very confused little girl.

"He's so whipped." Sirius thought as he saw the big smile that formed on his godson. The letter had been sent from Fleur, he was relieved to see that Fleur had accepted his invitation and that his efforts in attempting to be romantic were rather cute.

Now the hard part, waiting.

Translations

mon fleur argentée- my silver flower