“Keep up, slowpoke,” Harry called to her from the doorway to their house, while Stella was switching between intently watching the door and turning her blue eyes towards her. “I am almost done.” Fleur huffed and finished wrapping her scarf around herself.…
“Mummy?” A young boy called out as he rubbed his eyes clear of exhaustion. “Yes, sweetheart?” A powerful voice responded. “Why do you ask for food from the king but not the nice old man down the mountain?” The voice came into her son’s vision as a black d…
19th July 1993, Dear Harry Potter, Did you fight dragon? 24th July 1993 Dear Mystery Person, Who are you? How did you even manage to write me a letter? Did someone give you my address? No, I have not fought a dragon. I did fight a really big snake though…
The knife in my hand comes down, and there’s a brief moment of delicious resistance as it pierces the skin. And blood, beautiful ruby blood blossoms from him as he screams. His voice is like an angel's serenade, a symphony of pain and fear that makes my h…
“Hey, Hedwig?” Harry asked, as he stood next to her favorite perch in the Owlery, “Do you think it’ll get better from here?” There was no reply, not that Harry had expected one. Hedwig was a proud bird, and she had never been one of many hoots. “I just… I…
Fleur screamed. The sound was heart wrenching, a cry of pain, of betrayal, of loss from a creature so pure striking deep into the hearts of those who fought on the battlefield. Yet Fleur didn't care. She couldn't care. For all she could feel was pain. It …
Harry had never imagined he’d be sitting here, across the table from his wife of eight years at their Divorce settlement Fleur’s gaze seemed to bore into his, her cerulean eyes, once so warm and loving, now cold, angry, and hateful He couldn't judge thoug…
During Harry’s fifth year, Fleur watches an interesting muggle movie, and learns about hypnotherapy. She finds it interesting, and decides to learn it. After a lot of reading, she decides she needs someone to practice on. Someone with real issues that can…
Harry Potter had died as he had lived. Taking a full force Killing Curse to the chest as he fought off multiple assailants to protect innocents during an Auror raid on a smuggling ring. He had died too young, yet he died a noble death. A proud death. His …
Sorrowful eyes gazed longingly at the sleeping figure. The young man was sprawled across the bed, his messy hair somehow worse, green eyes shut in sleep’s embrace. Beside him, the bed lay empty. It hadn't been, a few hours ago. Oh, how she longed to retur…
Can be a continuation to Un Petit Oops He looked so comfortable, curled up on the bed, his face peaceful. She longed to curl up beside him, wrap an arm around him and revel in his embrace when he reciprocated, as they fell asleep together. So it broke her…
Click. Clickedy Click. Click. Click. Her strut was straight fire, her heels snapping out a badass beat against the cold marble tiles. Fleur strode into the hall with all the confidence of a high maintenance OnlyFans stripper, her high-slitted-glossy-red-a…
At age 35, Fleur Potter nee Delacour discovers one of the most infamous websites to exist. She discovers....Pornhub Harry's sex life is never the same “What are you watching, dear?” He asked his wife. Jerking suddenly, she smashed the screen of her laptop…
“Miss Fleur? Miss Fleur, wake up.” Fleur awoke with a sleepy mumble, her eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to adjust to the sudden light in her room, spilling from the now open curtains. “Mama?” Her maid, Anna, stood over her, an apologetic smile on her …
“Fleur,” Her father said gently, gesturing at the other two people in the room, “I’d like to introduce you to some people.” Fleur glanced at the two adults, standing across the low coffee table from her parents. The man stood tall, taller than her dad, me…
“You know something Harry?” “Huh?” “We never had a proper first date.” “Fleur, we’ve been married for 15 years. We’ve been on so many dates.” “Yeah, but we never really had that ‘first date’, did we?” “Oh for the love of - okay, where do you want to do th…
The wizarding world has an… interesting stance on their ‘heroes’. Namely, each and every single magical 'Hero' is expected to be an honest to god, Grade-A asshole. It's not their fault… mostly. An slew of Heroes who turned out to be massive douchebags was…
“So wait”, Fleur said, sitting cross legged in the air, staring at the boy in front of her, “You summoned me why?” Harry blushed lightly, ducking his head as he murmured something she couldnt make out. “What was that?” “I said I was lonely,” Harry repeate…
“Remember, Fleur Delacour”, Harry Potter-Black growled menacingly, his emerald orbs glowing killing curse green, “Do not dare cross me, or any of my girls, unless you’re ready to feel the entirety of the wrath the heir of House Dracula can bring upon you.…
Part 1 If someone had told five year old Harry Potter that he would be saved by an angel, he wouldn't have believed them. Why would any angel ever want to save him? But there could be no other explanation for what he was seeing. He’d been in his cupboard …
“You’re leaving?” Fleur asked incredulously, her eyes narrowing as she watched her boyfriend scramble to get his auror gear together, “You got back two hours ago!” Harry sighed, pushing his dark hair back as he tightened the leather harness he wore below …
With the coming of the cold they swept down from the north. Warriors, invaders, clad in fur and steel and frost. Through the mountains, they came, a roaring, grinding tide, advancing ever south, conquering as they went. None could stand against them for l…
Hermione goggled at the two figures walking up the path to the house she shared with her fiancé, Ron Weasley. The male was tall, taller than he had been when she had last seen him. Yet, she would never misplace that messy head of raven hair, or those shar…
The tinkling of a bell resounded through the air as the young man pushed open the door to the bakery. He sighed in delight as he breathed in, the heavenly scent of freshly baked bread pervading his senses as he closed the door behind him, shutting the shi…
Dudley always told himself that it was an accident. He couldn't have known that pushing Harry at that moment would have made him trip. Couldn't have known that Ripper was chasing him. Couldn't have known that the mutt would go for the fallen boy’s throat.…
“I’ve always had a fascination with the moon, you know?”, she whispered, dirty blond hair shimmering in the soft light of the moon she stared at, waving gently in the cold night breeze. “I suppose it may have been because I was named after it. Luna. Both …
A soft padding was what woke him. Slate grey eyes snapped open in the dark, as sentences honed by years, decades of war and strife snapped into overdrive, ears straining for any further sounds as he snapped upwards, hands reaching for the rack beside him …
It was a game they liked to play occasionally. She’d lay, bare in the soft light of their lamp as they cuddled on the bed at night, her dirty blonde hair held up in a messy bun by her wand. He’d run his hands across her bare skin, tracing the contours of …
Her cerulean eyes were crossed, breaths escaping from her soft, perfect lips in sharp, passionate gasps as she stared. It loomed over her proudly, massive and thick, nearly ten inches from end to end. “How is it?”, Harry asked, panting, as he looked down …
Hermione: "Harry, just stop letting him in your mind" Harry: "oh, of course! why didn't I think of something So. Fucking. Simple?" Hermione: "Honestly Harry..... sometimes i wonder what you would do without me." Harry: "Harry prepares to commit a hate cri…
His rough fingers dug into her soft, pale flesh in a firm, yet lovingly gentle grip. A soft, sensual groan emerged from her throat as she luxuriated in his touch, his hold, his possessive hands on her skin. His grip slackened for a moment, fingers lifting…
Part 1 His heart pounded in his ears, as he threw himself to the left, his torso, barely covered by what remained of his tunic, scraped against the rough tiling of the chamber. Scintillating, razor sharp claws speared the air where his heart had been. He …
“Harry Potter”, Voldemort’s voice was high and cold as he raised his wand, eyes narrowing as the pair circled each other, “I thought you would have the courtesy to stay dead.” “Well, I’ve always been lucky”, Harry said, a slight smirk on his lips, his for…
Green eyes flickered open in the darkness, their owner stirring softly, awakened by a comfortable weight on his chest. Glancing downwards, Harry Potter was met with the sight of his wife’s silvery hair, splayed out around where her head lay on his chest. …
“Fleur? Fleur open the door! Please Fleur, please just open the door!”, Harry begged, his hands pounding on the bathroom door. No reply. He tried the doorknob once more. It rattled uselessly, locked from within. “Dammit!”, He growled, backing up slightly,…
His breath hitched in his throat, green eyes widening near comically as his head jerked backwards. Just in time to avoid the wicked, shimmering metallic claws that whistled through the air bare millimeters in front of them. In the moments between breaths,…
“What eez wrong?” Green eyes blinked, shaken from their stupor by the voice. Harry turned from the lake, glancing up. Silvery hair filled his view. He leaned back, eyes raking over the individual who had disturbed his solitude. Fleur Delcour smiled bright…
It had been a lonely day. The menfolk of the village of Wettlemeet had toiled in their marshy fields, hunted in their marshy bogs, and longed for their marshy beds. The women of the village had made their houses, cooked their meals, and scolded their chil…
Sunlight played through the boughs of the willow as her hands played with his hair, dainty fingers running through soft, messy raven locks, as he lay, eyes shut, with his head on her lap. She hummed, a tune of contentment and simple joy as they lay there,…
“I don't know about this, Fleur,” Harry muttered as she stared at the clothes her girlfriend has laid out for her on the bed, “I’ve… Never dressed like this before.” Fleur smiled lovingly at the raven haired girl, “Aww, you would look so sexy in it thoug…
Regrets. There are moments, precipices really, where your world irrevocably changes no matter your decision. Harry was about to face one such moment. The moment where the world simultaneously bursts with color and fade to a dull gray. He's in love. With F…
The legend of Harry Potter, or as he came to be remembered, Mala Suerte, is one that is well known by any seafarer worth his salt. Even in far Japan, or down south in the Americas, his name is known. It is never in contention that he existed (or, as some …
Part 1: First come First Serve “Fleur? What do you think of me as a person?” Harry’s voice pulled Fleur from her book. She glanced up, her eyes narrowing as she took in her friend, reclining as much as he could on the chair, his book laying open on the ta…
Fae’s hand stroked her bedridden brother’s raven locks, her fingers playing through his hair as she spoke. “... So there they were, Viridian levitating the bucket of water, waiting for Joshua. The door opens, and he lets the bucket drop…onto Headmistress …
He blinked rapidly, stifling a yawn. He had to get some coffee. Yep, coffee sounded good. As he stepped away, a small hand, its grip feeble, uncertain, clutched at his wrist. “Papa?” Louis’s voice was soft and scratchy, as Harry turned gently, settling on…
Their gazes met. As her silvery blond hair fell around them, a curtain, blocking them off from the world, she stared shamelessly, drinking in every facet of his face. That head of messy, raven locks, that she just longed to run her fingers through, having…
“‘Arryyyyy”, Fleur whined as she walked along, pawing at her boyfriend's hands as they stubbornly remained in place, covering her eyes. “Let me seeeeeee!” “Just a bit further Fleur”, He replied, and she heard the mischief in his tone. “Trust me.” She pout…
Gone. It was gone. Broken. A single moment, a single slip, and it slipped from her fingers, never to return. Her hands trembled as she stared, eyes wide, unseeing. Gone. It had seemed so strong, but one action, one mistake, and it had shattered, irreparab…
Blue eyes stared out across a bloodied sky, choked with fumes and smoke, dirty white hair falling limp. Canoness Fleur Delacour of the Adepta Sororitas lay in the scorched mud and broken ground near the wreckage of a red titan, shattered by artillery and …
The sun dwindled low on the horizon as the raven haired man opened the gate, making his way up the gravel path through the garden. He stopped before the door of the quaint little cottage, his hand coming up to knock once, twice, three times. He barely had…
Fleur Delacour had a problem. Well, more accurately, she had a few problems. But this was by far the biggest one. She was still single. Now why was this an issue? Because she was 30, and her younger sister was getting married before her. It was a horrific…
The door creaked as Harry pushed it open, ushering the two figures beside him inside, before darting in himself, closing the door to keep out the biting cold of the London winter. The trio sighed in relief as the toasty house lit up to meet them. “I will …
“I’ll be back soon.” Those were the words she’d said, her fingers carding through his raven locks as they’d laid, wrapped in warm covers, basking in the glow of their coupling. “It’ll be a week. Tops. I’ll be back before you know it.” She’d been so earnes…
Harry had done it. All the trials. All the scepticism. He’d passed it all, and it all accumulated in that moment, where he stood, across from the love of his life, Fleur Delacour, under the light of the full moon as the Matriarch began the final ritual, t…
Part 1 Auror Captain Harry Potter was somewhere between fucking pissed, horrified, and ‘Blow the top off a mountain’ angry. As his team moved deeper into the headquarters of the prostitution ring, hidden below a church in Bristol, the more his anger inten…
TRIGGER WARNING:abusive relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, mental and physical torture and much more The day Harry Potter married Fleur delacour was the best day of his life. They just seemed to…. Fit. Fleur was kind and beautiful and talented and wonderf…
Harry Potter is an animagus. His animagus form is a panther. Fleur Delacour likes cats. Like really, really likes cats
Thirty years after Voldemort's defeat, at a party, Harry reveals that his ahem 'First time' wasn't great. Fleur is appalled. So she does what any good friend (in her opinion) would do. She travels back in time to give him the experience he deserves.but it…
Arrogance. Pride. The values of a Gryffindor. But also, often, their flaws. Everyone expected Harry Potter to do great things in his life, doubly so after Voldemort fell. But Harry… didnt. He had grown complacent in his skill, unwilling, unable to move on…
Albus Dumbledore may seem like a senile old coot, but in reality he's the biggest badass out there. So one day, when he realizes he's getting old (no shit sherlock) he resolves to take up an apprentice to pass down his awesome badassery to. Enter Harry Po…
Glassy green eyes, wet with tears, stared on as he waved his wand, choked sobs tearing their way out of his throat as he lowered the ornate casket into the ground. A swish and a flick, and the earth covered the casket, sealing it into the ground forevermo…
During the first wizarding war, Voldemort made a choice. A choice to spurn his followers notion of purity, to step beyond his country and sway others to his cause. Other groups, other races. One of those were the Veela. And thus the war raged on, more dev…
Gabrielle Delacour was an angel. She was perfection in human form, passion and beauty given flesh. Her smiles lit up the world, and her kind words were the greatest blessing any mortal ears would ever receive. She was young, barely a girl, but her angelic…
So, the idea is that Vernon used to be an up and coming businessman, before he worked in Grunnings. His company sent him to France, to finalise a deal or something. This was before he hated anything that wasn't British. And who does he meet in France? an …
Vampire!Harry, who's not too good at the whole 'being a scary vampire' thing. One day, he attacks a French Noblewoman, one Fleur Delacour. He overpowers her easily, as you do, and as he's draining her blood, instead of being terrified that she's going to …
The Weasleys, for all their seemingly poor and kind personas, are the heads of the largest and most powerful Magical Mafia in Britain, and one of the largest in Europe. The various Weasley children are where they are and where they aim to go for various r…
Many may think they know the enigmatic, talented beauty that is Fleur Delacour. Yet, they do not Truly know her. For there exists a hidden side to Fleur. A side she has long kept suppressed, a side she knows would bring her to ruin if it ever was revealed…
And complains about the customization options. Why can I not give my character wings?! Where's the option for bird women?! ZIS IS BREAKING MY IMMERSION!!
Harry’s childhood never gave him the chance to discover or develop his taste in music When Fleur and her family discuss artists or works, he feels inadvertently left out, unable to offer an opinion on something he knows nothing about One night, as they la…
The unthinkable has happened. The Bubble has been broken. The assasination of Empire leader Aisling Duval by a supposed Federation Agent has plunged the bubble into all out war. As humanity is torn apart by the all out combat between the two superpowers, …
The dreaded day had finally come Harry and Ron had both cooked for a gathering. On the same day And now, the pair stood before the large table that stood proud on the backyard of the Burrow, red haired and raven haired standing in front of their nearly in…
Fleur couldnt stand it. It was horrid, abominable, and just plain wrong. Harry had never been to the beach before. It was a travesty of the most epic proportions, and something had to be done. So it was decided. She and Harry would go to the beach. And no…
Harry is a Siren, Fleur is a Veela. Their species' hate each other. They hate each other. So why the fuck are they married? AU: no Voldemort
The basic idea surrounds the fact that Fleur is fed up with her life and marriage. Even though Harry is a wonderful husband, she cant help but feel overshadowed by him. Even though they have an adventurous, exciting life (both in the bedroom and out of it…
The young boy shivered as he hid in the bushes in the backyard. He would be found, eventually, and he knew that. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to care as he sat, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs, trembling, taking in deep gulps …
On the Affectionate Nature of Veelas, a study by Harry Potter: Prompt: Harry and Fleur are friends, they have been since they met a few days before the first task. Later, after the second task, hear rumours of the other liking them. so, they decide to try…
The Harry Potter Battle Royale: A hundred Harry's from different fanfics and canon, are pulled into an interdimensional arena. They may bring their wand and ONE other thing (could be person, and artifact, etc.) The main characters from all their stories a…
Plot twist: Fawkes is Appoline's sister, who chose to permanently stay in her firebird form. She now spends her days watching Dumbledore do dumb shit and trying to set her neice up with Harry. She just didnt expect to fall for harry along the way, and hav…
Part 1 Harry’s attention was drawn by a melodious, almost familiar voice over his shoulder, “Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?” He turned to see the Beauxbatons girl that had laughed during Dumbledore’s welcome speech, having removed her muffle…
A different version of the Hypnotherapist Fleur prompt: Fleur and Bill never got married. After the war, Fleur has become a prominent mind healer/ magical therapist. Harry's never quite recovered from the war. after a lot of pressuring, his friends convin…
Whenever anyone asks Harry and Fleur how exactly they'd first met, Fleur always starts blushing and stuttering, and Harry gets that Marauder smirk on his face. It's always Harry who answers though: "how we first met? Well, it all started when Fleur fell f…
Fleur was a pirate captain. A good one, at that, as Veela’s tended to be. She had taken to the job like a fish to the water, the next in a long line of Delacours to take to the high seas in search of glory and treasure. Her natural abilities as a Veela ha…
Prompt: Harry and Fleur are flatmates after the Second Wizarding War. Fleur didnt marry Bill, and she and Harry are now sharing a flat as they go about life, with Harry doing an apprenticeship and Fleur working at Gringotts
In a world far from our own, in a kingdom ruled by divinity, Angelic rulers sit high in their beautiful crystalline palaces in the sky, separated from the rotted, corrupt ruin of their kingdom below, assured in their deluded imagination of the state of th…
Prepects. Some say they’re the Messengers of Heaven, others that they are the Harbingers of Hell. But all agree that when they arrive, it foreshadows the coming of a Reckoning. For the higher powers do not like it when their world is messed with. Basicall…
Fleur learns an animagus form but it's not a bird type animal. It's a hamster.Just to piss her off she sees Harry become a firebird
I actually had an idea somewhat similar to this one. After the war, Harry and Fleur are an item (idk how, she just didnt get together with Bill). They work as cursebreakers, and a recent expedition had them exploring a necromancer's tomb. to beat his trap…
Fleur Delacour was over the moon. She was set to marry the love of her life, in just a few hours. In a short while, they would stand beneath the moon, her cerulean eyes would meet his emerald green, and they would be tied together in front of their family…
Harry Potter was always a quiet child. He was so quiet at times, that it was unnatural. Even at the plucky young age of five, he never laughed, never smiled. He was always alone, nearly invisible. Add onto that the flinching from human contact, amazing gr…
Harry knows what he is.Freak. Liar. Cheat. The Dursleys never gave up beating it into him. Blood pouring down broken skin green eyes screams laugh. Even after he was awoken to his birthright, his world, no one ever let him forget it. Suspicious eyes point…
The war is over. Dumbledore won. Harry sacrificed himself in the final battle, letting Dumbledore defeat Voldemort and become famous again. He is once again the greatest wizard of the age. What he didnt realise is that it would be so goddamn boring withou…
Harry Potter writes a best selling book, titled "One hundred and Thirteen things Fleur Delacour is no longer allowed to do." The list starts with: Set Katie Bell's Hair on fire, for any reason....
The waters around the island sparkled in the midday sun, like multi colored jewels dancing atop the waves. The sea breeze wafted across the beach, gently mussing Harry’s messy black locks as he sat atop the sands, leaning back on his elbows. A laugh drew …
Katie Bell was in love with Harry Potter. She knew it, the rest of their teammates knew it, hell, she was sure Harry knew it. But for some reason, she hadnt yet plucked up the courage to ask him out, and with the Triwizard tournament taking place in the s…
Two years ago, if you told Harry Potter that he wouldnt be married to Fleur Delacour, the love of his life, and that he would be happy for it, he would have laughed in your face. Now, he has never been more relieved that he and Fleur never took that final…