AN: Hello again my wonderful readers. In this chapter I'll be explaining what Harry's various 'magical array tattoo thingies' (technical term) do and if you want an image of what they look like then go onto the Facebook page for my stories, images will be posted there. Also I changed Harry's build in this chapter so he's more bulked out than before. The man in the image for the arm array images is the build Harry has now.
AN2: Also, to one of my guest reviewers, Harry wasn't given Veritaserum for 'no reason'. Fleur was the Minister's Daughter, it would be easy for someone to pretend to rescue her to get close to her dad for an assassination attempt and they had to check to be sure. That's not 'no reason'.
A Chance Encounter
Chapter 4
-Fleur-
Biting her knuckle she nervously watched the sparring match as Harry fought against Pierre in hand to hand combat, the experienced auror going with a 'learn by doing approach' in training his new apprentice. After Harry's jarring transformation, and the subsequent discovery that he was developing a magical mutation, three weeks ago things had changed vastly at the Delacour manor. Pierre, who before had simply been their father's right hand man, family friend, as well as Gabrielle's godfather, now lived at the house in one of the guest rooms as did the Healer, Elizabeth. Each person in the Manor had, over the past few weeks had developed the beginnings of a different type of relationship with Harry.
Elizabeth had begun dotting on the boy who had been entrusted to her. As the woman learned more about Harry's medical history the woman become more and more protective of her charge until she ended up becoming like a loving Aunt towards the emerald-eyed warrior.
Pierre had taken Harry under his wing to teach the transformed teenager how to handle the new height and muscles. After Harry could walk without stumbling every few feet Pierre began teaching him how to fight without a wand or a weapon, something Harry was planning on how to adapt with his arm powers, and the lessons gave them plenty of 'male bonding' to get to know each other. They were as close as brothers were at this point and she was almost surprised they didn't refer to each other as such at this point.
Her father had a great deal of respect for Harry, which seemed to grow every day. After telling Harry about the Noble houses of France and Europe, as well as the influence Harry's family had, her father had begun nightly lessons with Harry over politics and diplomacy. The lessons seemed to stick with a greater result than anyone had intended judging by the sharp gaze of the powerful young man, which just grew sharper with each day.
Her mother brushed Harry up on his education on the subjects that had been stunted at Hogwarts. Even more than that her mother knew how emotionally stunted Harry was and showed him motherly affection whenever she could, acting as if Harry was her own son. Harry had seemed awkward with this at first but had begun to arm up after a while.
Gabrielle hero worshipped Harry and treated him like her big brother. Every day she'd follow her 'Hero' around eagerly, cheering him on during his lessons with Pierre. Harry had seemed uncomfortable with the behavior at first but Gabby's pout and wide eyes were too much for him and he soon gave in and treated gabby like his little sister.
As Harry turned his brilliant gaze towards her she felt a faint dusting of pink dance across her cheeks as she thought about her own 'relationship' with her savior. If she was honest with herself, she had developed a crush on the heroic man who saved her and it was slowly growing stronger. If anyone else asked her she would sputter, she would blush, and she would deny everything.
"Alright Harry," Pierre's voice distracted her from her thoughts as she saw the two men finish their sparring match "let's work on your reserve." It took every ounce of self-control she had not to giggle at Harry's groan.
She saw Harry straighten up and take a deep breath as the third and fourth of Harry's five arrays began to glow. The first two, the ones going down his arms, they had been experimenting with in their free time. They had learned that he could only use them on items that he knew what they were made out of and couldn't use his left arm or 'reconstruction arm' to change something into something else if it kept the same elements in its composition and had the same mass. The right arm, the 'deconstruction arm' just blew crap up if he knew what he was grabbing.
The third and fourth were a pair of symbols on the back of each hand, the one on his left hand looking like a mixture of flame and shield while the one on his right had two lines that began intertwining, each with three eye like symbols on it. They had discovered them when harry pumped magic into his hands specifically after noticing that the symbols didn't glow along with his arms and each one had their own power even if the two were connected.
His left hand generated a shield that seemed to be made of woven starlight. It wasn't able to absorb any physical blows, anything that was purely physical just passed right through it as was learned when an annoyed Pierre threw an tomato at Harry, the fruit splattering against the emerald eyed teenager's face. What the shield could do though was absorb magic, any spell that hit it was absorbed into a special 'reserve' of power that was separate from Harry's normal magical core. This was tied into to his second symbol, which allowed Harry to form weapon constructs of magical energy or even just release it in blasts of raw power.
The problem though was that his reserve started out laughably small due to the newness of the mutation. When they first found it Harry couldn't even absorb a simple stupefy without his reserve being filled to the brim but every time it was filled and Harry used the energy with his right hand the reserve grew. Unfortunately, for Harry, this process made his magical coils 'itch and ache' for lack of better terms due to the constant expansions.
"Come on Gabby." She called to her little sister, "Let's go make the boys some lunch while Pierre runs Harry ragged."
"But Fleur." Gabby whined, "I want Harry to take me flying again."
Smiling she used the sparse occlumency lessons she'd gained to keep from blushing as she thought to the next power Harry had developed. The veins on his back climbing up from the scar from the more recent killing curse for some reason had allowed Harry to grow a pair of pitch black wings, as dark as his hair, that actually allowed Harry to fly. The fact that it made Harry look like her own personal guardian angel had absolutely no impact on her liking the wings. Nope, not at all.
Grabbing her sister's hand, she tugged the protesting little girl along to the kitchen as her mind went to Harry's last power, remembering the rather amusing circumstances under which they discovered it.
-Flashback-
-Harry-
"Sweet Merlin this is a lot to take in." he groaned, flopping into a chair as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Agreed." Pierre and Elizabeth groaned as they all stared at the oak cabinet he had just shattered and then repaired.
Spotting a glass of water nearby he grabbed it to help his dry throat, "Wait that's the-" Fleur began before he gulped down most of it in one go "veritaserum water." The beautiful French teenager groaned, as he wanted to slap himself even as the back of his neck began to tingle.
"Oooooooh!" the little girl, Gabrielle, bounced up and down eagerly, a mischievous gleam in her eye that wouldn't be out of place on his godfather "Am I pretty Harry?" Looking down at her, he raised an eyebrow as if to say 'you really have to ask' before he realized that he hadn't been forced to answer, something the others noticed as well if their slack jaws were any indication.
"Maybe the potion faded in the water?" Fleur suggested weakly as all eyes turned to Pierre who sighed and picked up the glass.
"I hate you all." The French auror said with a perfectly straight face before draining the rest of the water.
"Now Pierre," the Minister's eyes sharpened and gained a mischievous gleam similar to his youngest daughter's "who was it that took my special bottle of Brandy from my office last month?"
"I did sir." Pierre answered instantly although his eyes showed he didn't want to "I lost a bet with one of my fellow aurors and that was the punishment they chose as they all expected me to get caught."
"I knew it!" the Minister crowed, acting more like a giddy teenager than the leader of the magical community of France.
"But wait, why isn't it working on Harry?" Appoline asked confused as he tried to think of an explanation and began scratching the tingling part of his neck.
"What's wrong Harry?" Elizabeth asked as she noticed what he was doing.
"My neck is tingling." He said with a frown.
"Didn't you say some of those markings were heading up to the back of his neck?" Fleur asked the healer as the woman's eyes widened before she pulled his hands away and gasped.
"There's some sort of seal here!" the woman explained, "It must be protecting you from the truth potion!"
"That's amazing." Fleur grinned before turning to Pierre, "In the meantime we can get some entertainment out of Gabby's godfather."
-End Flashback-
-Fleur-
After that, they had done several tests and found that the seal stopped any spell or potion that would affect Harry's mind. Nothing could get past it, not Veritaserum, not the confundus charm, not obliviation, not love potion, nor even the Imperius curse.
"Are the boys still having fun beating each other up outside?" her mother asked from the kitchen table when they walked inside, calming reading the morning's paper.
"They're done with that and now they're working on Harry's reserve." She answered as Gabby ran over to Harry's owl, Hedwig, that had joined them a day into Harry's stay with them.
"That's good." She nodded "And when you bring Harry his lunch tell him that tonight's lessons with your father will be about courtroom proceedings. The ICW has finally acted, there will be a session tomorrow concerning my future son in law. As she heard that, she was conflicted between two things, fear of her crush and friend…and complete mortification at what her mother had just said.