“You talk to ‘er,” Fleur said as she continued searching the bookshelf for the tomb she needed.
“Me? Why me?” Harry asked, still in his auror robes, having only just arrived home.
“Because she’s mad at me, therefore, you are my only ‘ope,” she said, snapping her fingers as she found the large book, removing it from its place on the high shelf. Descending the ladder carefully she reached the floor and smiled up at Harry, a few strands of hair escaping the neat bun that she had tied the rest back in.
“You are so very good with ‘er,” Fleur said, cupping the side of Harry’s cheek as he sighed.
"Buttering me up?" he teased.
"Perhaps."
“Fine, I’ll talk to her,” he said, earning him a swift peck on the cheek and a hurried hug before she quickly moved to the other side of the library. Sighing, Harry made his way to the second floor to the door with the moving teddy bears and hippogriffs danced, knocking twice.
“Victorie? It’s Harry. I’m coming in,” he said, opening the door. Entering the room, he noticed the charmed animals on the wall were not moving, having been enchanted by Fleur to react to Victorie's mood. If they weren't moving it meant only one thing: the little girl was pouting. Walking over to the bed, he saw her small form facing away from the door, a stuffed bunny clutched tightly against her chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Your mama isn't here, so you can tell me."
"She's mean," said Victorie. Harry suppressed a sigh.
"Why's she mean?" The little girl sat up and turned around to face him, her face the definition of a pout.
It was adorable.
"She said no cake for dinner." Harry has faced dark lords and basilisks, dementors and death eaters, but nothing could compare to the effort it took to keep from laughing at the small blonde haired girl's explanation. He fought the laughter and smile with every ounce of self-control he had. He thought for a long moment before looking down at her.
"How about this?" he said, "What if we eat dinner and then make cookies after?" Victorie's eyes lit up with excitement, her entire demeanor changing in an instant.
"Really?!?" Harry nodded.
"Yep."
Before he could react, the little girl flung herself towards him and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him in a hug as hard as she could. He hugged her back before quickly scooping her up, a squeal of surprise escaping the room.
"Now, onward, to dinner and then…cookies!" said Harry, an enthusiastic "YEAH!" coming from Victorie as he carried her from the room. Idly, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the animals on the walls had started moving again.
It seemed cookies and hugs were all she needed. He would be smug with Fleur later. For now, he had a dinner and dessert date with a rambunctious child.