AU Fleur is not Beauxbatons Champion, or present at Hogwarts with the Beauxbatons Delegation "Ugh." Music blared from within the great hall, muffled by distance and magic. laughter and clinking of plates chorused it, giving off a jolliness to the crisp ai…
As I See You, Or Scars As Windows to the Past, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction Her fingers traced against the curve of my prominent collarbones, a fire so hot it felt cold branding my skin with the fierceness of her affection, but even this could not c…
I looked in the mirror and the face of a stranger looked back. Green eyes greeted me, greener than any I had ever seen; A soft, oval face that was near unrecognizable despite the lingering sense of familiarity, the small change of being unladen from my gl…
The world felt ephemeral and disjointed. His senses were expanded beyond human measure, but at the same time they were as limited as they could be. He felt like floating in a numinous darkness that was incandescent in its purity. Death was not a new conce…
Warden Style It was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous. His head felt light, the room shaking, the myriad of colours coming through the tinted windows forming a kaleidoscope around a singular form. It was almost as if the very world was fighting for some…
As she took a puff and her eyes closed, lashes entwining like the teeth of a predator, embers lightening bright against a dark blackdrop, burning with the strength of decay and then decaying in her sigh of melancholy and death, and then again. The twinkle…
Novel are the eyes, That look and not admire, Willful respite to which I retire. Comfortable are the hands, That touch unburdened By ardor and Otherworldly command. And how did I long, my love For that it was not so And the novelty was normal, And the co…
Someone should write a fic where Harry and Fleur playfully debate over British and French food. While on a date or something I can’t see Fleur ever arguing for English food...imagine if for whatever reason she craves it while pregnant or something “Ze ba…
Harry founds a mythical, ancient japanese broken katana and upon touching it he dies and his soul is merged with the soul of the last person that wielded the sword, Miyamoto Musashi. He can only speak japanese now. Using the diabolic powers of the Yomi sw…
He never thought when he first laid eyes on his bonny french rose, not even when he had already known to had fallen for her, that he would lead such a strange life. A domestic life it is, yes, but even then there is a tiny of adventure in a domestic life …
Never had Harry heard such a terrible sound as he did in that moment.The scrape of a soul forced against the fabric of nature, the gravelly sound of unnatural hunger, of ultimate greed. An unholy craving for the scrapes of life forever deprived to those a…
Everyone Accepted I was 'The Chosen One,' No one stopped to think why that was so. The Dark Lord's Equal. People will see what ever they want to see, even when the truth is staring down at them. The Triwizard tournament came and went, leaving disaster and…
'Harry and Fleur die during an attack on them and Harry is turned into a vampire, being denied afterlife with his love. He spends 300 years mourning so deeply he only goes through the motions, and then one day he finds her again, reincarnated. This is the…
He loved moonlit nights. The way the light danced on the dark waters of the lake was soothing. I reminded him of.... of something. He shivered. He sighed. He would give anything to see the memories the moon pulled from somewhere within. He was always at t…
It's why he's never stayed in one place for too long. People would realize he doesn't age Harry's a soul vampire. He doesn't consume blood but souls. He can sate himself on livestock but the true prize is human souls. He experiences the birth, life, de…
Harry had thought, as the rest had, that the pretty foreigner's skin was like porcelain, reflecting the light around her into a hypnotic glow. Now, after running into her in a secluded alcove by complete accident, he had to disagree. Seing the rufous col…
After forty years I left the sea For a life upon a lake. After all the dark lords I needed a good break. I thought warm weather would mean peace for me But that was a mistake For the house I chose was bedeviled By a giant evil drake A mallard of such mal…
The sun here was a wonderful thing, he decided. It was the warmth caress of a lover, the fierce strength of a warrior, the steel will of a leader, the soft care of a mother. He could feel his fingers start to move, tipping and tapping unto the coffee tabl…
Her kness dug into the soft, damp ground, a part of her as dead as the boy laying on her arms. Her tears fell no more, her whole world still, the rain driping down marble cheeks as if to try and word the pain of a frozen soul. Harry Potter was dead. After…
Pain. Fleur Delacour woke to an ungodly searing on her arm, a scream in the back of her throat, her mind still trapped in the nightmare that she had left behind, the sense of dread and hopelessness coming into the world with her consciousness. She grabbed…
Fleur’s short, enameled heels clacked on the floor, marking the quick legato of her fleeing feet. She looked back, but her admiror was not in sight. She could hear the muffled and confident steps following though, and cursed alternatively the decision of …
Conversations I've toyed with the idea that Voldemort was actually a demon-like entity that possessed Tom Riddle... Kinda like a periodically reappearing dark lord... I like this idea. Maybe something that bands with the host since birth? Slowly warping t…
Harry breathed in the cool air of spring, full of things that made his nose itch and his eyes water, he breathed in and listened to the bullicious sound of life. The main street of Diagon Alley was fuller than he had ever seen it. Certainly fuller than it…
"Aye, my Lady." She was right, the dark did not die, it only set. And the new reign fulfilled its promise. They were happy and at peace, the chosen one and his equal. He loved her, as he should, and she loved him, as she would. And in that love, a child w…
Imagine, if you will, a Fleur that lives in a simple single space appartement, trying to make a living of her paintings. Paintings about a magical world. She's not very successful, but she has an eye for beauty, and a taste for the simpler pleasures of li…
Pain. He was aware of little else but that. His very blood burned as it rushed through his veins, running around in a panic, trying to save him, to make him feel alive. He laid on the floor, arm pierced by cruel bone, next to him lay the slain basilisk, a…
Harry suffers grievous wounds that make him almost die. Fleur thinks he does and something in her breaks. She shifts into a monstrous and supremely beautiful form that is beggeted to her by her blood, in her fractured mindset she murders a death eater inr…
A Harry/Katie/Fleur fic that is actually Katie/Fleur Fleur was dead. After all the rides and unexpected joy she had found, after all the love and care she had never thought to have, she had died. The prove of her death laying unmoving on her arms, cold an…
Fleur has a music store, a cluttered homey mess. Harry stumbles in like oh boy what's this store doing at the edge of Diagon Alley, and in sweeps in Fleur wearing an oversized sweater and glasses because she is the embodiment of 70s record playing hippies…
