Welcome back, my dear readers, back to "The Heir and The Champions" in this chapter we get a proper introduction to everyone's favorite half-fae to hate, Fleur Delacour.

This is where we learn what she truly wants

Also, I will not be doing her accent in this chapter because the massive headache and brain fry it would cause me isn't worth it.

En route avec le spectacle!


Harry Potter, Chamber of Skye.

She walks into the Chamber with a strut and a smile that, if Harry was any other hormonal teenager, he would have found attractive, but with the Hunt growling warnings in his head and flooding his body all he saw was another predator walking towards him with a false friendly face. Harry tries to push himself to his feet, but everything in him protests this impossible feat, even with the Hunt pumping through him all he was able to do was topple over onto his side and groan in pain.

Fleur chuckles lightly at the sight, "Oh, no please, do not stand on my account, little Harry," she says coyly, her smile never leaving her face as she eyes Harry before walking up the path and right past him on the ground to the Gate of Skye before holding her wand higher to read the inscriptions atop the gate, her eyes narrowing a bit as she does. Harry wishes dearly that the stupid dog that had pulled him into the gate does the same to her, but no shadows form nor twitch in the wand light.

"You know,..." Fleur says before trailing off a bit to turn to Harry still laying weakly on the ground glaring at her, "When I first saw that spear I had thought that it was just a pilfered treasure that was given to you and had somehow learned to call out the Curse of the Scáthanna," Fleur comments as she walks over to Harry on the ground and squats to look at him in the eyes, "But finding you here, like this, and knowing your coming and goings from this chamber, well I think I've changed my mind on that," she says with a shrug before reaching out and grabs Harry by his shoulders, he struggles as much as he can but in the end all Fleur does is sit him up before turning to sit on the same large stone that Macha had sat on in his dream. She whirls her wand in a circle, sending out small beads of witchlight that fill the Chamber just before stowing her wand.

"So you stalk me?" Harry says with a slur, fighting to keep his eyes open, "That's not creepy at all, not shocking either seeing your sister did the same thing," he says with a sneer head dipping a few times as he speaks, Fleur however rolls her eyes before reaching into her breast pocket and pulling out a napkin and unrolling it to reveal two small bars of Ambrosia.

"I got this off a little Aos sí that was waiting nearby, and if my guess is right, it will help this little conversation go by a little bit smoother, D'accord?" Fleur says as she picks up a piece before setting the rest aside and snapping it in half before standing up and walking over to Harry to kneel in front of him, holding out the Ambrosia to Harry's lips. Harry snaps at her fingers to try and take them with the divine food, but apparently having a little sister has given Fleur fast reflexes for situations like this and she quickly pulls one hand back as the other one wraps around Harry's throat and forces his head to tilt back while she squeezes.

"Ah, ah, ah, little Harry," she says with a smirk as she looks down at him, "No biting, because if you bite me," she whispers before tilting Harry's head to the side to whisper into his ear, "Then I get to bite you back," right before snapping at his earlobe causing him to flinch before pulling back and bring the Ambrosia back to his lips, "Now say ah," Fleur says with a wicked smile as Harry, begrudgingly, opens his mouth.

Harry chews and swallows the divine food quickly, feeling the bone-deep soreness and fatigue bleed away somewhat, enough to stay awake but not enough to move as he watches Fleur sit back down from across from him.

"Now to answer your little remark earlier, is it not common for you to stalk your prey? To learn its habits? Where it goes? Who it sees? To learn everything about it so you can properly plan where and how to strike?" Fleur asks with a raised brow, sounding genuinely curious, "It was one of the first things my mama taught me, to know your enemy is to know their weaknesses as well as their strengths," she says with a gentle smile that betrays the subject of their conversation.

Harry opts out of commenting and just glares at the girl in front of him, who just smiles right back, "It speaks to me that you had a poor upbringing if you do not know even these basic things," Fleur comments with a sigh before placing her chin on her palm and leaning forward.

"Fuck you," Harry growls out when she touches on the subject of his upbringing.

"Here? Now?" Fleur says, adopting a look of surprise and something akin to modesty, "Why Little Harry, I didn't know you were so adventurous," she says with a coy smile while batting her eyelashes at him, "While I admit I am a bit curious about how good of a fuck a demigod would be, I do believe any intimacy between us would turn a bit, ...Bloody," she says with a grin as Harry blushes at how she decided to interpret his words and how she answers them, causing Fleur to throw her head back and start to laugh loudly.

"Look at you!" She says, pointing at his face, "Blushing like a maiden about to lose her innocence for the first time, how lovely," she tells Harry before she continues to laugh at him.

"What do you want!?" Harry snaps weakly at Fleur, "Aren't you here to kill and eat me? Isn't that what monsters like you do!?" Harry yells at the laughing Half-Fae with as much anger as his exhausted mind and body can muster.

Fleur finally stops laughing, wiping a stray tear from her eye before answering, "Oh, I'm going to kill you little half-blood, or at the very least try to, make no mistake about that," she says with one of her bloodthirsty grins, "But not here, not now, I'm only here to chat with you for a bit before enjoying my Winter solstice celebration, no," She says with a shake of her head, "No, killing you now would not give me what I want, and what I want is something only you can give me," Fleur tells him.

"And what the fuck is that?" Harry spits at her.

"A good fight," Fleur answers back with a grin.

Harry stares at her, expecting more, wanting more, but Fleur says nothing else, just wiggles her eyebrows at him suggestively, "That's it?" Harry says shocked, "You stalk and harass me? Threaten to eat me? All for a good fight?!" Harry asks, leaning forward and almost falling.

Fleur has the absolute audacity to simply shrug, "I am a fairly simple girl, I like to hunt, I like to eat, I like to fuck and I like to fight," she says as if it was the simplest thing in the world, "And while I'll give you the stalking bit, for the reasons I've already explained," she says gesturing with her hand as to brush it away entirely, "I haven't harassed you outside the first time in the great hall and inside the champions' tent, I haven't threatened you either, telling you what I wanted to do isn't a threat little Harry, besides, I'm pretty sure I was echoing a few of your thoughts as well," She says once again with a coy smile and when Harry looks away with shame crawling up his throat all Fleur does is chuckle at him.

"I admit that what I want tends to be unconventional to most normal humans, I personally blame my upbringing," Fleur tells Harry while gesturing to herself with the smile never leaving her face, "My mama raised me the way her mother raised her, I'm a hunter and warrior, nothing more, nothing less, are you not the same with being a demigod and one of Artemis at that?" she asks, sounding curious.

"No," Harry growls out, "We're nothing alike," Harry tells her, fire in his eyes at his refusal.

"Now I don't believe that for a moment," Fleur says softly, leaning forward a bit more, "I think we're two peas in a pod me and you, we're both hunters by our very nature and you can't sit there and tell me you don't enjoy the fight, the thrill of putting your life on the line, to cross blades with a worthy opponent, with a worthy hunt," she says, but Harry doesn't look away, because he didn't care about any of it. The one thing he wanted was to survive, to survive the tournament, to survive long enough to enjoy his life outside of the cupboard and he would do anything and everything to get to that point.

Fleur raises a brow at the look in Harry's eyes before sighing, "Fine, believe what you want, it won't matter in the end because one way or another I'll get my fight, I'm going to try and kill you and you'll reciprocate that with that spear of yours and I must say I am very much looking forward to it," she says with a smile.

"And the whole eating me part?" Harry snarks at her, and Fleur just shrugs.

"I may want to, but Fae do not need to eat little Demigods to become stronger like normal monsters, we become stronger naturally over time, but eating you would help with that, and perhaps after I kill you I may take a bite or two depending on how good the fight you give me is," Fleur says before standing up with a sigh, "Besides killing you goes beyond the simple want to eat you or a good fight," she says as she walks over to the Gate of Skye looking at it with an unreadable look on her face.

"Oh, and why the hell is that?" Harry asks, eyes never leaving Fleur.

"How much do you know about my people?" Fleur asks, not looking back at Harry, just slipping her hands into her pockets.

"I'm muggle-raised, so other than fairy tales, not much," Harry says as he tries to make his body move to grab the rest of the Ambrosia as Fleur chuckles.

"We used to call these isles home a long time ago, my people have been coming to earth to hunt, trick, and fight for a very long time and have met and fought with every divine pantheon you could name, except one," Fleur says before turning back to Harry, "They called themselves the Children of Danu, Tuatha Dé Danann in their language," She says, causing Harry to freeze and swiftly turn his head to Fleur with wide eyes, "They were the only tribe of gods that didn't raise a blade to us, instead their king welcomed us to their table and gave upon us food, drink, and friendship, the only time we crossed blades with them was for sport and entertainment for all," She says as she walks back over to Harry to look down at him.

"So great was the friendship between our two tribes that King Oberon decided to seal a formal alliance with them by way of a marriage, the King of the children of Danu would take the hand of one of the twin Queens of the Fae courts in union, in fact, your Samhain celebration was started to celebrate the coupling of the King of the Dé Danann and the Queen of the Winter Court," Fluer says with a smile as she kneels in front of Harry, looking him in the eye, "They called us the Aos sí or the Aes Sídhe, and we were sworn allies for many, many years, but do you know what happened next, Little Harry?" Fleur asks as she moves closer to him to speak in a whisper.

"The Romans," Harry says, cursing in his own mind and swearing if the Roman gods still existed he was going to shove his spear where Apollo doesn't shine and twist it into one of them for dragging him into this shit.

"Exactly, the Romans came with weapons that could harm my kin, they and their demigods dove my kind from the isles, imprisoned our allies, and their Draoi enslaved whatever of our lesser kin they found on the isles with blood and magic and continues to enslave them to this day," Fleur was now right next to Harry's face, their noses almost touching, even with Harry leaning back as far as he could.

"My people swore they would never step foot on the isles as long as their friends and allies remained sealed and imprisoned-" Fleur says before Harry quickly cuts her off.

"Then leave," Harry says as deadpanned as possible which causes Fleur to laugh lightly.

"Non, Non, that was before last summer and long before either of our own times," Fleur says with a smile before Straddling him and wrapping her arms around his neck, causing Harry to feel extremely uncomfortable and break out into a cold sweat at her words, because only one thing happen last summer she would care about.

"In the middle of the summer months something happened, something truly grand, one of the Dé Danann walked free and brought with him the summer storms and hunts of old, it is why Gabriella is with me right now, Mama and Papa went beyond the Hedge to inform the courts and see what they wanted to do, then the Triwizard tournament was announced and I immediately signed up for it," Fleur says with a shrug as if nothing was wrong with how she was now grinding on Harry, but from the look in her eye, she knows exactly what she is doing and enjoying Harry's flushed and angry face and the fact the boy in question is trying to kill her with his glare alone.

"And then, against all odds, I find a little greek demigod here in what once was thought to be a godless land and I had to ask myself if it is a coincidence or fate, but in the end, I decided that it didn't matter," Fleur says in a such a quiet tone even Harry had to strain his eyes to hear her, the more she spoke the closer her lips got to his. Harry could feel the Hunt tearing at his mind, he could feel the color of his eyes changing as the ancient domain went wild in his consciousness, it wanted Harry to fight back, to bite, to rip, to tear the Fae that had dared think it could get the upper hand on it to pieces, to pin the little blond bitch down and take her by force to show her her place beneath it, and the worst part was, from the look in Fleur's eyes, she knew just what she was doing and that she was winning because Harry's body felt like lead weights.

"It doesn't matter because I've decided I'm still going to fight you and I will kill you because I expect nothing less than for you to do the same thing to me," Fleur says as her lips ghost over his with a bloodthirsty grin and a mad light in her eyes.

"Fuck you, you mad bint," Harry snarls out at her, trying to make his arms move with will alone to choke her to death.

Fleur just chuckles, "As I said, it may get a bit bloody between us but I'm more than willing to try and survive it, and more than ready," she says as her coy and flirty smile returns.

"I have a girlfriend, so how about no," Harry says through his blush and anger.

Fleur just blinks for a moment, as if she was processing what a girlfriend was, "Ah! The blonde one!" she says with a flash of realization, "She can join too, the more the merrier I always say," Fleur says with a grin and wiggling eyebrows.

Harry doesn't know how to respond to that, so he decides to ignore it altogether, "Get off of me," He growls out, tired of this game she was playing.

"But you are so comfy, I could stay on your lap like this for a long, long time," Fleur says with a grin, and Harry answers with a glare causing her to sigh and roll her eyes before finally getting off his lap and standing over him, "Fine," Fleur says, cocking her hip and putting a hand on it, "All business and no pleasure, boring but fine," she says with another sigh before her eyes harden before drawing the sword that never left her side. The ringing of the white-silver blade echoes throughout the Chamber of Skye as the point is held against Harry's Adams Apple.

"When the second task begins, I will be coming for blood, little Harry, your blood, I'm going to try and kill you and I expect you to do the same, because one way or another, one of us won't leave that forest alive," Fleur says, her voice losing any flirty tone it had and had become as hard as steel, "I want a fight, a real one, no mock duel, no rules, just bloodshed that will be recorded in song and pages forever more, I want to finally cut loose and ride the line between life and death, and you will give it to me," Fleur says in a tone that spoke of no other fate, of no other outcome, it was either her or Harry that was walking out of that forest while the other lay dead.

Harry glares back at Fleur, "I won't die to you, or anybody fucking else, you want a piece of me, fine, I'll take your fucking heart too," Harry growls out, knowing full well that the Hunt had claimed the last of his natural eye color as he begins to push himself to his feet, ignoring the blade at his throat.

Fleur smiles at his words, the bloodthirsty Fae-like smile that seemed far too wide on her face, but before she could open her mouth to say another word, a scream echoes down the hall.

"Harry!"

Zoë had finally arrived, and in a burst of speed, Fleur drags Harry to his feet and wraps her arm around his waist to hold him up before putting her sword to his throat just in time for Zoë to enter the Chamber in a burst of speed, Moontide already in hand and eyes amber glowing eyes of the Hunt, she stops less than ten feet from where Fleur had Harry by the blade.

"Let him go abomination, and I'll make it quick," Zoë growls out as she levels her sword at Fleur.

"Sadly, I must decline your offer for a quickie, Lieutenant, I like mine far more drawn out," Fleur says with a smirk, "Besides, I only did this to make you stop for a moment," she says before kissing Harry on the cheek, "Au revoir, little Harry, I look forward to the second task," Fleur whispers to him before fading into the Mists of the Hedge with a chuckle, leaving Harry to collapse to his knees.

Zoë is by his side in a second, "Harry, are you okay? What did that thing do?" She quickly asks just as the Hunt takes its payment in pain for not feeding.

Harry falls completely, curling up into a ball as the Hunt ravages his body, he chokes down the scream that was crawling up his throat as the divine domain made its message clear, it wanted Fleur dead, and he was to take her heart, it would accept nothing less for the disrespect she had paid to them, and for once, Harry agreed.


Cait-Saith, Hogwarts.

The King of Cats was having a grand old time being free and having the run of Scáthach's old, and soon to be new, school. It had already tricked a few of the students and played a few pranks, nothing too serious of course, nothing that Scáthach would truly be upset over when she got out to come chase it down when she got out of her little shadow world.

Just a few trips into the hedge and having them lose a day or two, making all the books they read gibberish, having them find some leprechaun gold so they would be hunted down later by the Little Rascals. Even managing to switch an entire dorm room in one house with another, that one had everyone stumped for days. It had already found a few mortals after his own heart, the redheaded twins, the caretaker with his own cat, the old Headmaster with his interesting way of solving problems, the tiny half-Fae and her sneaking in and out of the school, and of course, Harry Potter the boy with shacklers blood. Though to be completely honest, Cait-Saith would call the boy a tad boring without his spear in hand.

Cait-Saith was currently lazing about on a window seal watching the comings and goings of the students, trying to pick his next target for amusement. Would it be the redheaded twins, the doll-like ones in green-trimmed robes, the group of angry-looking students scheming on how to trap and scare greener grass, how about the skipping blond girl without shoes? Who to choose, who to choose?

"How was the blond girl skipping backward?" Cait-Saith thinks to itself as it watches just that, the girl then turns to him with the widest Misty-blue eyes it's ever seen on this side of the Hedge.

"You're not a Crumpled-Hornsnack," the girl says as she looks at it.

"Meow? (a what?)" Cait-Saith says, confused by the odd, and honestly, off-putting girl as she approaches it getting right in Cait-Saith's face, tilting side to side to inspect it.

"You don't have a collar or tag," the girl mumbles under her breath before reaching out to pick Cait-Saith up!

"Meow! (What!?)" Cait-Saith says in pure shock as the mortal cat-handles it, which shouldn't be possible!

"And you're not a stray, or else you would have ran," The girl says as she lifts him above her head with her hands under his front legs, narrowing her eyes at him and looking, just, looks at the King of Cats for a solid minute before nodding to herself, "Yes, Mister Kitty, you will be coming with me, we'll need to go to Professor Flitwick to register you and get a collar and tags, but you're coming with me and we will be the best of friends!" the impossible girl says with a nod of her head before tucking Cait-Saith to her bosom and skipping off.

"MEOW!? (WHAT!?)" Cait-Saith says, not quite believing that this was happening.

"Don't worry Mister Kitty-What, I have treats and will give you all the pets," the girl says as she begins to climb the stairs to a tower.

"Me-meow, (Wha- actually, on second thought…)" Cait-Saith says, reconsidering the offer of pets and treats with a purr.


Knight of Swords

On this card, we see a fair-haired young woman smiling with pointed ears and pointed teeth, dressed in a French Foreign Legion Officers uniform, a silver saber drawn and planted in the ground before her with both her hands resting on the butt of the weapon with fire rolling off her shoulders taking the form of wings.

Stretching ever on behind her is an ancient Hedge Maze filled with twisting gray mist.


Chapter done!

Once again, I didn't want to do Fleur's accent this whole chapter because it would give me a headache.

But blood and fire, Fleur wants blood and fire. No, she doesn't know anything about the Celtic Prophecy because why would a random half-fae be told that? So she doesn't know that killing Harry would be bad, just bad for everyone involved, but her dying words would be "Worth it" after their fight.

Fleur is the warrior that fights for the pleasure of the fight and that's all, live or die, she doesn't care so long as she has a good time doing it. She is also not affected by Aphrodite's curse, she is too far removed from mortal to be ensnared by it. She is just naturally flirty and hedonistic.

You guys ever play Asura's Wrath? Do you remember Argus? Yeah, Fleur is Argus. And if you don't know who I'm talking about, go to Youtube and look up the Asura's Wrath Argus fight, 100% worth the watch.

And it seems that Cait-Saith found his Alice, or rather, she found him

Kingsaxcul, Out!