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It will be Harry Potter and the Demon Empress (A smut chapter, skip it if you want!)

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Chapter 15

The morning was just like any other in the life of Fleur Delacour, the French ¼ Veela girl. Just another day in sunny Paris, nothing different, nothing out of ordinary. And the most gorgeous girl, most popular and most hated Beauxbaton's student, only scoffed at the way some muggle men stared at her, as she was rather busy walking down the busy streets of Paris. After a long day of shopping, Fleur wanted to rest, but of course, it was a rather hard thing to do, when some people couldn't stop staring at her. She knew why, of course. Even though Fleur was only a ¼ Veela. It seemed as if her Veela's blood was more powerful than she or her family expected.

Fleur, simple, was beyond any doubt a woman of refined beauty. Her long silvery-blonde hair reached hips in a free and teasing manner. Her dark blue eyes showed a mystic that draws people in from all walks of life. And while she was still a young girl, of barely 14 years-old. Fleur's body was too developed to fool anyone. She had an exquisite hourglass figure that seemed rather impossible to have. Wide child-bearing hips followed by enticing long, and meaty legs. Showing the muscles of her years of dancing ballet. A thin waist that could only bring more lust, as it helps to swing Fleur round and perfectly shaped bum. A set of firms and rather large for a girl of her age, breasts. They seemed to jiggle every time she walked. And a face that was perfectly sculptured for a perfectly sculptured body. Big and soft pink lips. Perfect eyebrows and cheeks. Long eyelashes, and the delicacy of a queen.

Fleur's beauty was a blessing and a problem. The French girl had no friends, none whatsoever. Back at Beauxbatons, everyone marginalized her. Well, to be fair, only the other girls. They called her many names. And when her ¼ Veela status came to be known, the rumors started flying around.

I hear she sleeps with the Potions professor!

She gives hand jobs to the guys during classes.

I saw her on four while the entire Quidditch team took their turns to fuck her! She is a slut!

Even some of the professors would try to see if they have a shot with the gorgeous girl. And well, Fleur simply shrugged it off. They were all false rumors. Lies. Not worthy of her time, or energy. Fleur grew knowing that her beauty was more than just her Veela ancestry. Yes, Fleur knew since she was little. That she was different. How? Fleur doesn't know. But since she was a child, dreams would invade her mind. Visions of sorts. It was hard to explain. Fleur couldn't put in words, but the dreams were too real, the feelings of them. All of it felt too close to her heart. And she would dream of someone, a person, her mate, her other half. Fleur would dream of her soulmate every night. She didn't even know who that person was, or how it looked like but Fleur just knew she was already in love with that person.

It was as if destiny already wrote in her, who she loved. Not really far from the truth.

Still, Fleur, if she wanted it, could use her allure and her good looks to have anything she wanted. No one could say no to her. A brief smile, a wink, just showing a bit of her skin, and she would have full control of a person. Fleur would sometimes think about just sleeping around, enjoying having sex with anyone. It was strange; it was a pull to do forbidden things, to eat practically, men and woman for her own pleasure. But she would then think of her beloved soul-mate. Then, she would feel sick, in pain even. As if her soul, mind, and body were punishing her for daring to think of something like that.

No, my love would be the only person in the world who will touch me. No one else. I belong to that person.

Yet, the question was, why does she feel like that? In love, and that she just feels like two different people living in one body?

Fleur has told what she felt to her mother and grandmother. Since her mother was half-Veela and her grandmother a Pureblood Veela, she thought they would have an inside of what was going on with her. And from what, she listened. They believed that Fleur does have a soulmate somewhere, waiting for her. A person she was destined to love unconditionally. No question asked. A Veela finding a mate wasn't unheard of. Not many people knew, but Veelas weren't really promiscuous creatures. While they could draw and snare men with their beauty, it was not as if they would sleep with them. It was a defense mechanism mostly, although some would eat them, or kill them, depending on who you were asking and what type of legends would you read or hear. Still, Veelas mated for life. They were monogamous. So, when Fleur told them about her strange lust and literal horniness. Both mother and grandmother were bemused.

Yet, it made sense to them that Fleur would feel like that. Apolline Delacour knew her daughter, well both of her daughters were magically powerful. Perhaps too powerful, so it was natural that their magic would not only push their inherited beauty to the max but also their hormones. That was what she thought, in any case. And of course, the grandmother told Fleur that the pain she felt when thinking of that was her own magic punishing her for those thoughts. So, until Fleur finds her soulmate, the French girl would need to just wait or to rub it off. As the elder woman would kindly say.

Still, Fleur would also tell them about her strange dreams, and it was in that case that both would not say much. They weren't capable of understanding their daughter's explanation. Yet, they allowed her to investigate it for herself. And Fleur did it. Library after library. Fleur tried to research her own mind, dreams, and those strange memories that weren't hers. She would try to make sense of them. And that's where the many theories of her came to life. Some books claimed that people could send their souls to other bodies. Others of how people would be reborn nine times before finally passing on to the next darkness. They were others who would say humanity as a whole was being farmed by giant monsters with tentacles and metal. And they were all in a dream of sorts. Very weird stuff, in Fleur's opinion.

Yet, there was one idea flying around. Reincarnation. Fleur believed she was a reincarnated soul from another world, or dimension, as the book would say. Those visions and dreams were memories of her past life. Blocked away, and only a key would open them up. Fleur wasn't sure if she would believe it. But now, she was down for anything.

I think this is the case. If not, then I don't know what else it could be. I know I am different, that there is something or someone I need to find. That my soul-mate is the key to my mind. I just need to find it!

Fleur thought as she walked to an alleyway, where muggle wouldn't see her, or notice her.

"This is good!" Fleur smiled at her beautiful blue dress.

And it was the reason why she took her time to find the best dress she could in order to shock her soul-mate. For an unspeakable reason, she felt that tonight was going to be the night. Fleur felt it in her bones. So, with that, Fleur took an exist from the muggle world and entered the wizarding one. And went home.

Fleur came out of the fireplace with a big smile on her face, not wanting to waste more time so she could go on and get ready for the big night. However, before she could do anything of that. Her mother, Apolline Delacour, who stared at her, stopped Fleur bewildered by how happy her oldest daughter looked.

"So, did you buy the gown you wanted so much?" Apolline asked.

"I did, mother. It's beautiful!"

Apolline sighed deeply, not wanting to ruin her daughter's good mood. "My dear, I know you may feel like tonight is the night you'll meet you mate. But, don't get your hopes too high. It may not happen today."

"Mother, believe me, I can feel it! I'll meet that person today… I just know!" Fleur said with a confident tone in her voice.

"Fleur, my dear, I don't want to see you sad if it doesn't happen," Apolline replied softly.

Fleur only smiled at her. "I know, but don't worry about me."

"Alright, if you are so sure about it… in any case, you should start preparing yourself. I know, you take a long time getting ready."

Fleur only nodded and practically jumped away. And while she was all joyful about the upcoming event in a few hours. She noticed the silence in her little sister's room. The 7-year-old girl was on her bed, just laying lazily while reading a book. Fleur tilted her head, wondering why was Gabrielle so quiet.

"Gabi, are you not getting ready?" Fleur asked as she entered the room, sitting on the edge of Gabrielle's bed.

"Ah, no… I'm not going, is an old people's party. I'm staying with grandmother. I rather stay where I can eat all I want and sleep."

Gabrielle muttered with a sigh, making Fleur frown. "Gabrielle, you have been eating a lot this past week. You know isn't healthy for you, right?" Gabriel only shrugged at her sister's concern.

"Is alright, I'm not eating that much… is just that I'm bored. No school, nothing. I'm just… I don't know, just feels strange," Gabrielle muttered softly.

"Gabi? What is it?" Fleur asked.

"Just forget it."

"Gabi, please… tell me," Fleur said, gently caressing her sister's head, something Gabrielle enjoyed a lot.

Gabrielle only took a deep sigh before speaking. "I've been having dreams… really weird dreams. I don't know what they are, but they are different… more real."

Fleur froze, as she only listened to Gabrielle. "They are random, they don't make sense. But, in some of these dreams… I feel, really, strong… and capable of anything!"

"Do you remember anything else? What you look like?" Fleur asked, intrigued.

"Eh, no… but I think you were there…! Just not like this… different… does that make sense?" Gabrielle asked.

Fleur said nothing for a few seconds, as she was wondering what could it be. Does my sister have the same dreams as me? Could it be…? That she is like me? She wondered.

"Fleur, I am not mad, right?" Gabrielle asked worriedly.

"No, you're not mad." Neither of us is mad.

Fleur sat down on her bed, looking at nothing, wondering what could it all mean. The fact her sister was now having those dreams confused Fleur. The world was getting stranger by the minutes. And if she was honest, it was scary. Her mind would sometimes play tricks on her. Whispers here and there, and vision she couldn't describe. Yet among all of that. The feeling of search, of looking for someone was stronger than before. Fleur was sure once she finds her mate. Things would get better.

Fleur stared around her. The anxiety inside her was going wild. She couldn't stay still one bit. She didn't care about anything else. Fleur couldn't care less about the so-called cure to Lycanthropy, or the many high nobles there, who were trying to look pretty to the cameras. No, Fleur was only there for one reason only. And it was to find her beloved one. She could feel it, like a sensation of shivers around her.

"Fleur, are you right, my dear?" Fleur's father asked, in whispers. He was thankful, not many people like hearing French. Yet Fleur wasn't answering.

"Her mate could be here, my love. Fleur is all anxious."

Apolline whispered, making M. Delacour scoffed at the notion of her daughter having a boyfriend or soul-mate. He was not pleased with the idea, not one bit. Yet, after having a lovely conversation with his mother-in-law, he knew that it was the best for Fleur. As much as he hated the notion of his princess with another man.

"She is still a child," he muttered, earning a soft chuckle from his wife.

"Fleur is no longer a baby, love. She is growing fast. The faster you realized it, the easier would be for you. Besides, I truly want to meet my future son-in-law," Apolline said in a rather cheerful tone.

"Yeah, I'll like to meet him too," he muttered.

The Delacour family continues the night with a minor incident. They would meet and speak with the many noble families, or other heads of states from the many Wizarding Governments and what not. Nothing worth remembering or mentioning, yet, they also felt the eyes of some of the Purebloods families from the Britain Isles. Lord Delacour sneered at them; he knew why some of the families were looking at them. And it was because of his beloved wife and daughter. Their Veelas status were known, and the natural allure they produce could turn heads. Lord Delacour wasn't blind to his wife's beauty. How could he not? Even after giving him two beautiful daughters, she was still as gorgeous as ever. And he would even say that motherhood has suited her well. And his daughter was a sight to behold. Yet, among all that, he also knew that among the countries of the world, and the many families. The Purebloods of Great Britain were known to be quite racist against all types of magical creatures. Or what they considered being magical creatures.

Lord Delacour could hear them whispering behind his back, and it annoyed him.

"My love, don't listen to them," Apolline said softly.

"They are speaking about you! How could I just ignore it?" He muttered angrily, holding his wand tightly.

"Don't pay attention to them."

Lord Delacour sighed deeply, and just gave a slight kiss to his beloved wife's cheek. "What would I do without you?"

Apolline only chuckled, but as they decided to leave that place, the family stopped abruptly. And saw the Potter family before many cameras and many questions. They saw the little girl of green deep eyes. And were mesmerized by the girl's beauty. It surprised Apolline as, for a second, she thought, that girl had some Veela genes in her. Still, the many questions, and the flashing cameras, and the relentless pursuit of the girl who cured the horrible Lycanthropy curse were not lost to them. They felt horrible for her.

"Look at them, treating her as if she was a sort of zoo monkey," Monsieur Delacour said.

"Isn't that the British Minister of magic?" Apolline asked.

"Yeah, Cornelius Fudge… the fat cunt."

"My love! Don't speak like that in front of Fleur!" Apolline hissed.

"Is the truth!"

Fleur wasn't bothered by what was happening. She was just standing there, looking around her, trying to find a sort of pull for a person. My grandmother told me; I will feel a sort of allure for my mate. Like something pulling me to that person, but I have felt nothing of sorts all this time. Fleur thought. She felt nothing but the disgusting stares of the people there. It was incredibly frustrating to Fleur who could feel how they were undressing her, in their minds.

"The interview is over!"

Fleur turned around and saw a family leaving. Then she felt it. A slight nudge. She took her mother's hand without realizing she was practically squeezing it.

"What is it?" Apolline asked worriedly.

Fleur's body froze as she saw the group of kids walking away from the adults. She felt the nudge getting stronger. Fleur started to feel rather dizzy. And her head was starting to get filled with a voice, a whisper. During her dreams, Fleur would always see a figure in the dark, a person trying to reach her. Or was Fleur the one trying to reach her? Fleur wasn't sure before, but now, she knew it was her the one trying to reach that person. Fleur started to breathe hard, as she was now remembering things. Memories would attack her fast and without mercy.

MY LADY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!

Fleur started to walk to the group, and she would only stop when pictures invaded her mind. The full view of her life was almost there. The truth of her existence.

"Fleur?" Apolline asked again, but with a worried tone.

Fleur's lips quivered as she saw the girl eating a cake while some of her friends were talking to her.

"Harriet, don't eat too much, people are watching."

"Uh, I don't care! This pie is delicious!"

Harriet, her name is Harriet. Fleur thought, and the more she approached Harriet, the louder the voices in her head would grow.

We'll lose our memories for a time. You know this, don't you, Albedo?

I know, but we have our mission… these strange quests we all receive are the path to find our lady. We don't know where it would take us. But our lady needs us!

That was Fleur's voice, or well, she thought. It was older, different. Yet, she saw something inside of her, and it was then that Fleur realized that it was not another person. Or another soul. It was her. Just in a different life.

Fleur stood still before Harriet, who then looked at her with a confused face.

"Ah, uh, can I help you?" Harriet asked, staring in wonderment and amazement at the gorgeous girl before her.

Fleur could feel it. She was so close to being what she originally was, to remember who she was, and what she has lost. Fleur then touched the girls' cheeks, and without saying or doing anything. Fleur brought her lips to Harriet's lips. Harriet's friends stared in shock. Daphne and Nymphadora were about to kill the girl, as were the others. Yet, it was Blaise who stopped them.

"Wait! Could she be…?"

They stopped, and while they were witnessing the scene before them, Harriet was enjoying the kiss quite a lot. Yet, she was still rather confused about the whole thing. Especially when the girl stopped and started to cry openly, falling to her knees and holding her hand. The commotion that happened next was incredibly hard to describe as Harriet was completely and utterly perplexed by it all. However, what she knew was that the girl holding her hand was hot.

"So, that's what happening."

Harriet stared dumbfounded at the words of the woman before her. And it was not only her, the one who seemed to be rather shocked by those words. But her family was as well. The Potter and Delacour decided to have a private meeting away from the party and tried to figure out what was happening. And well, the things Harriet was hearing were amazing.

"Wait… are you saying that my daughter is your daughter's soul-mate?" James asked slowly, still having problems understanding it all.

"Yes. That's what I am saying," Apolline said with a rather and curious cheerful tone in her voice. Then, she approached Harriet, and smiling, she hugged the already completely bemused girl.

"Hello, my name is Apolline Delacour! I was surprised to see that my daughter's soul mate is a girl, but we don't have prejudice! Welcome to the family! I'm your new mother-in-law!"

Harriet felt as if there was a camera recording somewhere. It all felt so strange, and out of place.

"Ah… thank you?" Harriet said, unsure.

Harriet wasn't sure of what she could say in that situation, yet she saw the girl named Fleur, who was staring at her with those bloodshot eyes, and the biggest smile she had ever seen in a person. Fleur seemed to hold herself back as much she could, Fleur wanted to hold Harriet for dear life. This is not what I expected. This day is getting weirder. Harriet mused.

"Please, tell us more about this… we need to know more," Lily asked.

"Of course…! We all need to explain things," lord Delacour whispered.

"Don't you say," James added.

Harriet kept a hear out for what the adults were talking, but she walked to the girl. Fleur flinched, and she seemed rather nervous. But Harriet only smiled gently at her.

"Hello, I guess, I should say my name… is Harriet Potter, and you're Fleur Delacour, right?" Harriet said.

"Yes, but please, call me just Fleur," Fleur said with an excited smile.

Harriet just nodded softly. "So, I am your soul-mate? What is that exactly?" Harriet asked.

"Um, it just as it sounds. You're my only one. My mate. The person I was destined to cherish and love. Without you, I am nothing. I'll kill for you, if you want."

Fleur said softly, as Harriet only tilted her head. If she was honest, Harriet was rather anxious about the whole thing of someone being destined to be in love with her. What is this? Did someone or something force her to be in love with me? That's rather crazy. The irony of Harriet's thoughts would not be lost in the future.

"Oh, that's really extreme, don't you think?" Harriet said nervously. "I mean, destined to be cherished? Me? Aren't you angry?"

"Not at all."

"But what if I… uh, let's say, that I would fall in love with another person? What then? What about you?" Harriet asked.

"If that comes to pass, I won't deny that it will hurt me… but you're my mate. Your happiness is more important than my own. I'll be forever at your side, no matter what. I only belong to you and no one else. Although, I believe, we can think of something. I won't mind sharing you, especially if it makes you happy, you can have your own harem," Fleur said, smiling.

"Uh, that's weird." Harriet muttered. "So bloody weird."

"Harriet, Fleur, please come here."

Harriet and Fleur walked to where the parents were. They were rather relaxed and seemed to come to terms with it. Weird, this is really weird. Harriet noted.

"Harriet, I do believe you are mature enough to understand this, don't you?" Lily asked softly.

"I do, mother. Fleur told me some of the details. However, what does it mean for our families?" Harriet asked quickly. As she noticed the sudden glean on lord Delacour and lady Delacour's eyes.

"She is quite sharp," Fleur's father whispered.

"My daughter is very mature for her age. She knows how things work," James said with a proud smile.

"It depends, you know. We have a lot to discuss, and this is not the time or place to do so. Yet, our families would need to come to an agreement of sorts. The Delacour families have families' laws, and from what I understand. Veelas has their own laws, too," Lily said, to which Apolline nodded.

"A Veela finding a mate is rare these days. And especially one that it's the same sex. But for the Veelas around the world. And our family, if Harriet accepted to become Fleur's mate officially. They would be practically married, in our eyes. And, in the Veela community, both of them would be welcome."

"Ah… uh? Married?" Harriet asked, puzzled.

"Technically married. At least in the eyes of the Veela community. You must understand, we Veelas, even if we are a half-Veela or ¼ Veela, are very close. We support each other a great deal and are a very unified community. And we would protect Harriet, since she is a soul-mate of a Veela," Apolline said in a serious tone.

"Really? Is a mate that serious?" James asked, surprised.

"Lord Potter, for a Veela, a Soul-mate is everything! If something happened to Harriet, if… she died. Fleur wouldn't be able to live without her. As simple as that."

"I didn't know that," Lily whispered.

"Lord Potter, my lady Potter. We love our daughter. And it would mean a lot to us if we could manage to clear things out. And bring them together. I know heiress Potter has titles. We know she is heiress to two powerful houses and, if the rumors are true, a few more houses, and a certain law, would force her to marry very soon. Maybe we could find a way to use that law to our advantage?" Lord Delacour said.

"Meaning?" James asked seriously.

"Well, is very simple… we- "

"Wait…!" Harriet whispered, and everyone then saw how the Girl-Who-Lived pointed her finger to a few trees far away. And saw it moving. They listened to someone running away. And growled.

"I do believe we should have this conversation in a more private place," Lily whispered.

"Indeed, I apologize, lord Potter. It was my fault," Lord Delacour said with a slight bow.

"No harm done, lord Delacour. Many families would kill for any information regarding my daughter's heritage. But yes, we should take this information to a more private setting. I would like to invite you to our home. It's protected and I would also like to introduce you to my allies."

"We would love it, lord Potter. But I would like to hear, what does heiress Potter think," Apolline asked gently, as she could see Fleur, her daughter almost trembling with anxiousness. The Veela inside of her wanted to hear the words of her mate. Fleur wanted to know that Harriet accepted her.

And Harriet noticed it too.

Harriet thought about what she would do with the information at hand. It was rather crazy and everything was going rather fast. Yet, she wanted to see the cons and pros of becoming official. What she would gain if she decided to have Fleur as her mate, or soul-mate, or whatever? Harriet pointed to the obvious, of course. The idea of having a gorgeous woman like Fleur was already a charming idea. Who wouldn't want a Veela as a lover? Only a fool would say otherwise, or a liar. Yet, she also noticed that if she does take Fleur, the Delacour family, and, in some cases, the Veela community would also be known to her. Perhaps I could use them? The Delacour family is rather rich and highly respected in France. I also know that Lord Delacour is the cousin of the prime minister of France. So, in my eyes, I only win with this arrangement.

Still, this is crazy! Harriet groaned. But looked at Fleur, who was standing in a regal pose, with her arms folded in front of her. As if she was waiting for her answer or an order. It was strange, yet also familiar. Uh, I have seen that pose before. I think? Her face, the features… ugh! Where did I see it before? Harriet thought, but she only sighed and smiled.

Well, lucky me, I guess?

"Alright, I would love to be Fleur Delacour's mate. Officially, that is."

Fleur practically jumped to Harriet and crushed her with a powerful hug.

She is strong! She is very fucking strong! Harriet thought as she could feel the muscles under the gown of the Veela girl.

"Well, this is just happening… I guess is better than a guy," both James and lord Delacour muttered, earning a chuckle from their wives. Harriet, perhaps, without knowing, just got back to someone who would give her everything and more in her life. As well, the first piece of the puzzle she would need to build soon.

"Back to my lady!"—Go back to your beloved lady! The one you'll do anything for and regain your memories!

Fleur, or Albedo, in this case, stared at the mission before her. And sighed. The memories in her mind were now open to her. She remembers everything now. The day when she saw her beloved one, leaving them. Disappearing before them, as she was crying. A pain in her chest grew, not wanting to remember that day. But now everything was fine. It was alright.

Albedo looked in the mirror and saw her new body.

"Silver-blond hair… mm, well, it really doesn't matter," Albedo whispered, as she sat down on her bed. She wanted to be with her beloved lady, and never leave her side, but currently, she would need to wait. Albedo was back home where she was getting ready to leave and visit her lady.

"Just one day, I need to wait, one more night."

Albedo muttered, but then she saw a raven, a strange-looking raven, holding a letter. She frowned, and, dragging her wand, approached the bird. Albedo took the letter from the bird and opened it.

Outside, garden. -D.

Albedo then remembered to whom it belonged and smirked. She carefully walked around the house, trying to not wake up her family. Albedo wasn't still sure of what to feel about having a set of parents. The memories of her human life, a word she found herself detesting, were interwind with her love for Nazarick, the tomb, and her lady. Those thoughts would have to wait, as she was trying not to think too much about it. Her mind was already focusing on what she would do from now on.

Albedo walked to the gardens, where the lights of her house weren't enough to illuminate the darkness. And looked around.

"Come out of the dark… Demiurge."

A small chuckled came, and there she saw it. A dark-skinned boy, before her, with his hand, folded behind him.

"Should I call you Fleur instead of Albedo?" He asked jokingly.

"Don't test me, Blaise. I rather you call me by the name the Supreme Beings gave me."

"Then, I'll ask you to do the same… I missed hearing my name."

Blaise, or better known, Demiurge, smiled. "It's good to see you again, Albedo. I was already wondering when would you appear."

"Mm, I did wonder the same thing. So, how are you here?" Albedo asked.

"Pretty easily. Someone who knows how it works can exploit the Wizarding World travel system. The Floo Network is really something else. And when it comes down to Apparition, is a rather straightforward thing to do once you know the trick. I'll teach you, if you want. I am already teaching the rest."

"The rest? I see, who is here? How many guardians are awake?" Albedo asked.

"Guardians, I am afraid that I am the only one… Well, not really."

"What do you mean?" Albedo asked confused, and Demiurge only sighed deeply.

"Shalltear was the first one to awake from my understanding. It was a party, when she was introduced to our lady. She panicked somehow. I guess having her memories back so fast excited her, or something. Shalltear wanted to run and kiss and hug our lady, but trip and fell, and hit her head on the edge of a table. She suffered a concussion and has been suffering amnesia since them."

Albedo brought her hands to her face. And Demiurge only sighed deeply as well.

"That mosquito… of all things that could have happened to her," Albedo hissed.

"I wouldn't be so harsh on her, Albedo. She woke up in a strange place, in the middle of a party, and saw our lady. She got to excited and forgot, we are currently in a human body. A fragile body."

Demiurge said, and Albedo noticed an icy voice, a disgusted voice of sorts. "We are rather useless now. We must be careful."

"I see… well, that's done. But she is still alive, right?"

"Yeah, well, we just need to keep an eye on her. I am trying to find a way to trigger her memories back. But for now, she is on a stand by. Well, something like that."

"Alright, who is she?" Albedo asked, tiredly.

"Pansy Parkinson."

Albedo hummed. "Good. And where are the rest? Who is with you?"

"You noticed the group of friends around our lady, don't you?"

"Do you mean?"

"Indeed, it seems we were all reborn near our lady in a manner of speaking. Sebas is Neville Longbottom. He was the first one to awake. Then, it was Lupusregina Beta, who is Nymphadora Tonks. Then, Yuri Alpha, who is Hannah Abbot, Solution, who is Susan Bones. Narberal Gamma is Daphne Greengrass. And, Entoma is Tracy Davis. There is no sign, yet, of CZ or… Aureole Omega. But, we believe, the youngest sister of the Pleiades is Astoria Greengrass. Both have shared similar features and hobbies. Yuri has an eye on her."

"Keep me updated it."

"Will do so."

"So, our lady is safe… right? She is surrounded by the Pleiades, Sebas and you."

Demiurge flinched as Albedo then narrowed her eyes. "Demiurge, what happened?" Albedo practically growled, as her eyes shifted, and, surprisingly, her Veela status was now showing itself. Albedo couldn't use all of her power. And she couldn't see her stats completely. Yet, she was still a level 29 with the current level jobs she had on her. And her physical strength was high. Or higher than a normal witch would have. That's why Demiurge felt intimidated by it.

"They attacked our lady back at school… Legilimency."

The moment those words came out of his mouth. Albedo punched a tree next to Demiurge. The fist was able to crack the wood.

"You mean to tell me that all of you couldn't protect our lady at all? The Pleiades? Sebas, and you? Did nothing?!"

Demiurge felt the sudden change in Albedo's human body. So, this is when a Veela gets angry? He thought with a scared and surprised tone.

"Not all of us were awake at that moment. Solution and Entoma woke up just later, after they completed their quest. And we have been trying hard to find a way to use our Tier Magic but without success."

"I am hearing only excuses, Demiurge! Aren't you a guardian?!" Albedo growled as she hit the tree one more time. Demiurge was sure that if she kept on hitting the tree behind him. It would fall.

"There is no excuse for my inability to protect our lady. I'll pay with my life, if necessary," Demiurge said seriously. Albedo only sneered at him, retreating slowly and trying to calm herself. Yet she glared at Demiurge with disappointment. But said nothing. She wasn't in a position to do so. She should have been there. But wasn't.

"I'd hope this incident has taught you something, Demiurge. We don't have our items or abilities to protect her. We must be smart and do it from the shadows while our lady remembers us. And discovers Nazarick."

Demiurge gulped, but kept calm.

"That's our mission… the quest lay upon us. If we want to recover our true self. Our bodies and power. We must be smart," Albedo whispered.

"I understand."

"Good. Now, we need to find the rest."

"What about Rubedo?" Demiurge asked.

Albedo looked at the window where her sister's room was sleeping. "She hasn't woken up yet. But soon she will. I don't know what would trigger her quest. But I'll keep an eye on her."

Demiurge only nodded, as Albedo sighed.

"Demiurge, what about our lady? Does she remember?" Albedo asked softly.

"So far, we don't know."

Albedo only took a deep breath.

"Well, we must keep up the act. And there is a lot we must do too. Things we need to prepare. Although, there is something I would like to ask. Demiurge, how do you feel about your human life?" Albedo asked genuinely.

Demiurge hummed softly. "It has been a rather interesting experience. My… mother is an entertaining human. She has a good mind and is ruthless. A murderous killer. I have helped her with the cleaning of some humans. A bonding experience, I guess."

"I see… but how do you feel? We don't have our Karma unlocked, only our loyalty and to whom we serve. So, how is your mind dealing with all?"

Demiurge remained silent for a while, yet he replied with a chuckle. "Perhaps the feelings of endearing to my human mother are making me experience a sense of attachment. But the only thing that is clear to me is that when it comes down to my loyalty. It only belongs to Nazarick, and the Supreme Beings. I'll kill my mother if is necessary. That's more than clear to me."

Demiurge said, and Albedo saw no lie in his eyes. She nodded. "Good. Because I would do the same. I live to serve my lady, and nothing more."

"I have asked the same thing to the rest, and they all seemed to remember their loyalties. So far, there is no need to call for a parent's death. Well, Sebas is against the idea of killing our human parents. But knowing him, it was to be expected. Yet, he would do what he must in order to protect our lady," Demiurge said, amused.

"Good."

Both guardians were testing each other out. And were happy with the results. They knew who they were loyal, and who was the most important person in the whole world. And that was all they needed.

"There's much to be done. And things we need to coordinate. We need to find a way to use our Tier Magic. It's most vital."

"Indeed. I have a few theories and ideas. I'll tell you all about it. But I need to also tell you about the many points I have created with the Floo Network. It will allow us to move freely across continents."

"Excellent. Now, do you remember the plan?"

"Of course. But I think we need to wait for him."

"Ah, yeah… him. Our lady's creation. I wonder, where is Pandora's Actor, right now?"

Unbeknown to both guardians, far away. Or not so far away, a presence was walking towards an old hut. An ancient house. Crumbling and horrible. There, the figure slowly walked to the house, ignoring the danger it may cause to him. It didn't bother him at all. The person shrugged it off. As he entered the house. And when it did, it only took a few seconds before a trap activated. The windows blow up, and violent fire came from the roof. The flame transformed itself into a giant snake and attacked. Still, a dark curse that would have killed an unprepared wizard or witch did nothing to that person.

"Ah, Fiendfyre, is it? Such an interesting but low and weak spell!" The person said happily, while walking, and practically ignoring the fire. No damage was lying upon his body. Nothing at all.

"Where is it? Mm? Oh, there you are!"

The person arrived at the small locked door underneath the house that keep on burning. The person without even bothering to use a wand or anything to break the many locks, or perhaps even defense spell. Simply broke the door with his bare hands. Like nothing.

"Ah, there it is… the Gaunt's ring. Or should I say, Peverell? Ah, yeah, I forgot… [Remove Curse]" he said while a bright light seemed to have cleaned whatever horrors that ring had on it.

"Mm, why would anyone want to put a piece of them inside such an insignificant piece of metal? Well, in anycase this is going to be a glorious gift for me, lady!"

The person said as he walked outside the house. The smell of ashes did not bother him. And looking at the sky, he could only sigh in relief. The person pulled from his bag. The latest picture of the Girl-Who-Lived, on the front page of the Prophet. He smiled.

"Ich hoffe, du lebst ein glückliches Leben. My lady. Don't worry, we'll meet soon enough!"

The person said while leaving behind the burning house.