A/N: So you thought I would abandon this story? NO! I have released your 6 monthly chapter!
In all honesty, I did say sporadic updates. Next one might be next week, next month, or next year? Who knows lol. I just finished writing this after I finished writing chapter 8 of Each Other's Savior.
Chapter 6
Fleur Delacour's footsteps echoed through the castle corridor. Her mind was racing with a million different thoughts. But in the end, they all led to one place.
Ginny Weasley.
Had that night gone wrong, Harry would've found out just what she was. He would've recognized how she used her allure on him and worst case scenario - her Harry would run straight into the arms of that girl.
No. She couldn't let something like that happen again.
It was abundantly clear to Fleur that this little girl had to be handled.
Permanently.
But killing her wasn't enough. She wasn't like the other girls. No, this little "ginger" as they would say, was special. For she was trying to steal what was rightfully Fleur's.
Stealing was a grave sin for Fleur. She absolutely despised thieves. How dare they take what is not theirs?
To think! Some little girl like Ginny thinks she can steal from Fleur?
That was a no. A big…no.
With her avian-like strength, Fleur tore apart the bathroom sink as she growled in fury.
"So…zis is where you were hiding…" Fleur muttered.
Sliding down, Fleur was met with the infamous Chamber of Secrets. She held her wand ready, just in case Weasley was already waiting for her down here.
The chamber, however, was empty. Her suspicion about it being used was correct when she noticed the unmade couch and workstation. The sound of sizzling emanated from the brewing stand on the table.
Curious, Fleur approached it.
"Potion?" she questioned. "What could ze girl be up to?"
Wait a minute. Potion?
Why was it still brewing?
Something tingled at the back of her neck. Fleur trusted her instincts and immediately ducked.
'CRACK'
The brewing stand and its content blew into pieces as a cutting curse slammed into it.
Fleur quickly jumped behind the couch as more spells flew above her head.
"STOP HIDING YOU FRENCH WHORE!"
The anger filled voice of Ginny Weasley shouted at her. Fleur smirked at the girl's obvious lack of emotional control.
Timing the spells, Fleur peeked up from the couch when she felt the opening.
''Stupéfix!"
Ginny Weasley's body slumped backwards onto the hard stone cold floor of the chamber of secrets.
"Renuervate! Pétrificus Totalus!"
With the wave of her wand, the ginger girl was awake and frozen. Fleur quickly grabbed the girl's wand that fell to the ground.
Fleur wanted the girl awake. She wanted this little girl to understand the difference in level between the two of them.
"Stupid girl!" Fleur hissed. "You zink you can best moi? Moi?"
"Mmmmphhh! MMPHHHH!"
Ginny struggled against the bind, her lips trying to scream at Fleur.
Fleur delivered a swift quick to the girl's side.
"Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! Steal from moi? Steal from moi?" Fleur screeched.
She straddled Ginny and grabbed the front of the girl's robes. "Harry Potter is mine!" Fleur hissed. "He is mine! He is mine alone! Do you hear me? Do you hear me, you stupid ginger slut?"
Ginny Weasley's eyes widened.
As did Fleur's.
Her accent had dropped.
Fleur began laughing maniacally.
Ginny Weasley's face was full of confusion, as Fleur triumphantly smirked.
Of course Fleur could speak fine English! What idiot wouldn't be able to learn such a simple unrefined language?
"Well…I guess you do deserve at least a final explanation," Fleur sneered. She leaned down and whispered into Ginny's ear. "Next time, try an accent. Boys like girls with one…especially french."
Fleur leaned away to study Ginny's face. It had morphed from confusion to anger to shock. She understood now. She understood just how outclassed she was.
"But," Fleur paused slightly, before pointing Ginny's own wand at her. "There won't be a next time. Not for you."
"MMMPHHH! MMPHHH!"
Fleur opened her mouth, pretending to begin uttering a spell.
Footsteps began echoing behind her.
Perfect.
"Finite Incantatem." Fleur whispered.
Suddenly, Ginny Weasley bolted up and shoved Fleur off of her.
Fleur felt small hands being wrapped around her throat.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Ginny screamed, spit flying onto Fleur's beautiful face. "HE'S NOT YOURS! HE'S MINE! HARRY POTTER IS MINE! I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIM SO I'LL FREE HIM FROM YOU! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FAKE LYING BITCH!"
Multiple gasps could be heard from behind.
"Flipendo!"
Ginny Weasley was knocked off of Fleur. Using the opportunity to be able to move once more, Fleur scrambled towards the intruding party with faux tears on her eyes.
"'Arry!"
Strong arms wrapped around her, as she sobbed into Harry's chest. Although she was taller than him, she did her very best to appear as small as possible.
After all, it was all part of the plan.
"Fleur?" Harry asked in shock. "I got Madame Bones like you asked but…w-what happened?"
Dropping back into her French accent, Fleur pushed herself deeper into his chest and began babbling.
"Oh! 'Arry! "S-see dr-dragged me 'ere! S-see 'urt me! Oh, 'Arry! I was so scared!"
She felt him tighten his grip on her. A hand started to gently brush her hair from behind as he whispered into her ear.
"It's okay, Fleur. I'm right here," he whispered. "I'm right here. You're okay, Fleur. You're okay."
She stood there in his embrace, silently inhaling his scent. He must've just had quidditch as she picked up the smell of wood and grass, natural to him. And she could smell it…
She could smell a hint of herself on him. Combined with his own…
Oh, what a scent it was.
It was as if…they were together. As one.
"Mhmmm…" Fleur moaned. "You smell sooooooooo good, 'Arry," she whispered to herself.
"Fleur?"
She quickly reigned herself back from her momentarily forgetfulness of the situation.
"'Ell." Fleur quickly lied. "I said it was 'ell down 'ere."
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the other people who entered with Harry.
A dark-skinned wizard - presumably an Auror, and the woman that Fleur knew to be Amelia bones. Head of the DMLE.
The two of them quickly put the ginger into a body bind and began immediately securing the area.
"Shacklebolt…you seeing all this?" A shocked Madame Bonds asked, gesturing to the room around them,
Besides the destroyed couch and shattered potion stand, the chamber of secrets was filled with personal items of one Harry Potter.
Pictures upon pictures of Harry stuck to the wall. All of them moving.
A picture of Harry sleeping.
A picture of Harry eating at the great hall.
A picture of Harry flying on his broom.
Even a picture of Harry in the bathroom.
A shrine with a clear picture of Harry smiling was in the corner of the room.
Fleur looked up from Harry's chest to see a look of disgust on his face. He gently pulled away from her and approached the shrine.
Fleur followed him, genuinely curious as to what the ginger girl could have used the shrine for,
Toothbrushes. Hair. Towels. Underwear. And…a bag of vomit?
Harry looked like he wanted to add to the pile of vomit right then and there, his disgust growing even more.
Even Fleur wrinkled her nose. While she could understand the sentiment of just how amazing her Harry was, this sort of…worship…was just pitiful.
Seriously. Why did the girl need to keep them like that?
Oh right. Because she didn't have the real deal next to her all that time.
Fleur had to hold in her laughter. Ginny Weasley really was - how do the English say it? An absolute dud!
And speaking of her, it was there that Madame Bones decided to interrogate her.
"Alright, Weasley. Let's hear it." Madame Bones pulled the girl up, sitting her on the ground. A look of defiance was on her face.
"Hear what?" Ginny growled.
"This!" Madame Bones exclaimed, waving her arms around her.
"What about, 'this?'"
"Your presence in this room? Attacking Miss Delacour? Harry Potter belonging to you?"
"BECAUSE HE DOES!" She yelled. "WE WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER! DUMBLEDORE SAYS SO!"
Fleur gritted her teeth. This little salope! Sprouting lies! As if Harry was hers!
"Dumbledore? He said that?" Madame Bones questioned.
Speak of the goat fucker, the man stormed in behind them, acting as if he owned the place. Fleur mentally rolled her eyes when she saw him.
"What is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore demanded. "Release Miss Weasley at once, Amelia!"
Madame Bones or Amelia - turned towards him with a frown. "That's Madame Bones to you, Headmaster! And Missus Weasley here has been caught committing a crime!"
"I wasn't aware that being in this room was a crime."
"No, that in itself isn't." Madame Bones agreed. "However…"
Yes. Here comes what Fleur was waiting for. What her plan hinges on…
"Weasley here attacked an international student," Madame Bones explained. "She was found here with her belongings of pictures taken of Harry Potter - many of them obviously required an invasion of privacy."
"I'm sure this was all just a misunder-" Dumbledore was cut off by none other than Harry.
"No! Listen here, professor!" Harry snarled. "Ginny attacked Fleur for absolutely no reason! She's been constantly harassing her for the past few days now, and Fleur's been so scared of her that she couldn't sleep on her own! Hell, just last night Ginny came out to harass us! Thankfully, Fleur felt unsafe enough and told me to contact Madame Bones just in case something happened to her!"
Doing her part to play the role of a scared girl, Fleur nodded numbly and wrapped herself tighter onto Harry. He unconsciously put an arm around her, secretly sending her heart soaring.
"Harry my boy," Dumbledore started. "Miss Weasley is suffering from the effects since your second year - please, have an understanding my boy. Find it in your heart to see just how affected she is."
At that comment, Madame Bones raised an eyebrow. "And just what 'effects,' would those be, Dumbledore?"
The headmaster paled at that.
"Because what I'm seeing," Madame Bones continued. "Is a secret chamber used by a student who shouldn't be here. You mentioned 2 years ago - 2 years ago when students somehow were petrified. And the amount of dried blood on the ground suggests there was once a large corpse here. So, what are you hiding from me, Chief Warlock?"
The deduction from Madame Bones seemed to have hit home, as the gray headmaster paled even more.
Fleur quietly shuttered. Madame Bones would have to be watched. The woman was smart. Too smart.
"I will have to invoke Loco Parentis," Dumbledore started. "And ask that you kindly leave, Madame Bones. You do not have the authority to question these students without their parents present. I ask as headmaster of this school."
Madame Bones shook her head. "You cannot. A crime has been committed, and Mr. Potter has personally asked for my assistance."
"Under what grounds?" Dumbledore demanded. "Mr. Potter never received permission to contact you!"
"And he doesn't!" Madame Bonds snarled. "As Head of the DMLE, I am responsible for investigating crimes or potential crimes in our wizarding world! And currently, you and Miss Weasley are prime suspects!"
Dumbledore looked taken aback. "Me?"
"Yes, you, Chief Warlock. Miss Weasley has testified that you told her that Harry Potter belonged to her, and she was found here strangling Miss Delacour in what seems to be a crime of passion."
All of a sudden, Shacklebolt was behind the aged man with his wand out.
"Now, are you going to come in peacefully for questioning?" Madame Bones asked coldly.
The headmaster looked around the room until his eyes landed on Fleur's.
For the first time in her life, fear washed over her.
She felt her mind being struck and torn at, millions and millions of pieces.
Of course. He had to be a master Legillimens.
Fleur gritted her teeth and pulled her mind together, doing her best to shut him out.
And the pain suddenly stopped. She looked to the headmaster to see a frustrated look on his face.
"Of course. I will go peacefully." Dumbledore said warily.
The headmaster was truly dangerous. Fleur could feel how strongly he suspected her. But he will get his due. Once Harry was powerful enough, she would direct all the ire at the old man.
Madame Bones nodded at Dumbledore's agreement and cast a levitation charm on the Weasley girl along with an incarcerous spell to tie the girl up.
Ginny Weasley struggled against her binds. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" She screamed. "HARRY! SHE'S A FAKE! SHE'S ONLY USING YOU! SHE CAN EVEN SPEAK ENGLISH! SHE'S USING HER ACCENT TO SEDUCE YOU, TO STEAL YOU AWAY FROM ME!"
Harry only backed away from the girl, looking at her if she's crazy.
"You're insane, Ginny." He muttered. "You need help. Why would you even think that about Fleur? Of course she can't speak English very well."
Fleur felt herself getting giddy with glee. Hah! As if her Harry would believe that stupid ginger salope!
Madame Bones let out a sigh. Turning towards the couple, she had a weary look on her face. "I only ask that we do not turn this into an international incident, Miss Delacour. Our ministry will fully compensate you for any damages done, and see that Miss Weasley is punished to the extent of the law."
Fleur nodded at that. "Ju-just keep her away from me. Please." she said in a small voice.
Madame Bones looked at her with pity and nodded. "I trust the two of you will be able to leave by yourselves when you're ready. Please take all the time you need. Pomfrey is an excellent mediwitch in case you need anything, Miss Delacour.
With that, Madame Bones began levitating the Weasley girl away with Shacklebolt and Dumbledore behind her,
The girl continued screaming as she was taken away until her voice disappeared in the distance.
Then, there were two.
Fleur felt her heart beating when Harry turned to her, searching for any signs of injury.
"Fleur? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
His eyes were full of worry. Worry for her. Only…for her.
As it should be.
"Non, 'Arry." Fleur replied softly. "Ze girl just scared me, zat is all."
A wave of relief seemed to wash over him.
"Ze carriage," Fleur muttered. "Take me back."
She then slumped herself into his arms, allowing him to catch her. "Carry me, please, 'Arry."
Harry looked surprised at this but nodded, nonetheless.
"Okay, Fleur." He whispered. "I'll take good care of you."
Yes. He'll take care of her. But she'll take even better care of him.
For she takes good care of things that belong to her.
As it should be. As. It. Should. Be.
A/N: Fleur isn't just a crazy yandere. She's a crazy yandere who's also highly intelligent. Ginny is completely outclassed by her. She's too emotional and let's it dictate her every move. Fleur is able to turn it down for the sake of achieving what she wants - even if it's to play the role of a scared victim. Now she has Harry wrapped even tighter around her finger.
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