Flowerpot

In Japanese folklore, an object can gain a spirit after 100 years. After been lovingly cared for by the potter family for a century, the green flowerpot with white muget within beside the window sill of the cottage at Godric's hollow has finally gained two spirits; a male who looks remarkably like the ex-gryffindor seeker and beautiful witch with silvery blonde hair.

Being together for a few years, Fleur tries to get Harry to celebrate Christmas with her family, but he's nervous and tries to get out of it? Ron and Hermione convince him to go, saying she makes him happy, and Gabrielle plots to get her sister and boyfriend into comedic and romantic situations, but fails horribly. Harry feels out of his element not only in France, but at Fleur's childhood home surrounded by her friends and family.

Either magical or non-magical au, do whatever you want. I've been planning my own version of this the past few weeks but haven't sat down to write it yet.

Lily Potter lives with her father Harry Potter in the States. When asked where her mother is, Harry tells his daughter that they seperated years ago and the only photo Lily has her mother is a beautiful woman with silver hair and blue eyes, with the other half of the photo torn off. Victoire Delacour lives with her mother Fleur Delacour in France and she's always been curious who her father is and the only photo she has of him is a torn picture of a dark haired man with green eyes

It was fate that Lily and Victoire meet each other at a summer camp and realising that their respective torn photo matches perfectly and they wonder why their parents seperated and devise a plan to reunite their parents in an altogether unique trap.

Potters, the barons of High Peak, have been overthrown, and the orphan Harry grows up in secret while his family’s lands are controlled by the usurpers.

As a young adult now, Harry sees his family’s lands deteriorate even further. When he takes up arms to restore his family’s rightful place, he sees that event he fey, bound by an ancient pact of peace, are attacking the people of High Peak.

He must find allies and fight to restore peace in his family’s lands and protect his people, and also find out what has driven the fey to hostility.

Ideally, he will renew the Pact under the Leaves, and bring peace to both humans and fey.

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Fleur is one of the fey who remembers the conditions of the Pact under the Leaves, the oaths that had brough peace in the ancient times. The union of human and fey, two children its fruit, one boy for humans, one girl for the fey.

The turmoil in High Peak did not spill into the forests, and so the fey remained at peace, aloof.

But when humans, led by powerful warlocks and necromancers, came into the forest to fell ancient trees and hunt both animals and fey, the Courts took up arms to drive the greedy humans away.

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It is by chance that Harry and Fleur meet.

But sometimes, chance is all it takes for a legend to rise.

And maybe, Harry and Fleur will renew the Pact.

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 muffler. Silvery blond hair cascaded over her powder blue dress. Then, his eyes met hers, prismatic blue locking onto emerald green, and he was lost. His mind was assaulted by flashes of memory. Scenes from a life long lived and long gone, and those of a life yet to come. Of a silvery blond elven princess and her chivalrous dragon knight. Of a quiet star prince and his raucous pilot paramour. Of flights over a sea of trees on the back of a draconic steed, and fast paced firefights in the vast space between the stars. Of love and laughter and pain and joy. Of stolen kisses and passionate embraces, of comfortable companionship and steamy intimacy. Of the one he shared it with. Of blue eyes, the same ones he gazed at right now, looking right back at him. “.....arry? HARRY!”, Hermione’s voice drew him from his stupor. He started, glancing about, before looking over at his bushy haired friend, “What?” “You were staring!”, She hissed. He blinked, his eyes widening as he stuttered apologies to the French girl standing next to him, “I… I’m so sorry! Yeah, sure, have it” he pushed the bowl over to her. For an awkward moment, there was no reply. He cleared his throat. The blue eyed blond blinked, her cheeks pinking slightly, “Ah… ah, yez. You ‘ave finished wiz it?” “Yeah.” Still pink in the cheeks, she picked up the bowl, and walked away.

Part 2

Fleur’s mind was racing at a mile a minute as she moved back to her seat at the ravenclaw table. Shards of memory still floated from nowhere into her mind, as they had when her gaze had locked with that hauntingly familiar emerald. A barrage of memories, of a lonely, knife-eared queen and her chivalrous knight, long ago, in a land where magic lay in the lifeblood of all things. Of flights on dragonback underneath the stars, of homely moments shared in an airy palace. Of an excitable, energetic pilot who sallied forth through the stars, her shy and loving prince beside her. Of adventures across worlds, across systems, of fulfilling companionship in the vast void of space. And of so much more. Of Heated , passionate kisses, of slow, gentle love, of quickies in storage rooms and of being held close through the night. And through it all, those emerald eyes she loved to get lost in, gazing lovingly at hers. She shook her head as she took her seat. It was confusing, but now was not the time. Events unfolded as they always had, with a fourth champion chosen for a tournament of three, with isolation and betrayal, mistrust and loneliness. And through it all, to Harry and Fleur cam memories that had been lost, that shouldn't have existed. Yet they did. And they brought with them new feelings. New emotions. New skills. The night before the First Task, Fleur dreamed of a day long gone, when her raven haired knight showed her how to subdue a dragon, without hurting it in the least. The next day, spectators in the first task were left amazed by an unharmed Harry potter, standing in the middle of the ring, the spined dragon he was meant to face nuzzling into his palm as he stroked its scales, golden eggs tucked under one hand.

Part 3

When the Yule ball was announced, no doubt, no thought towards finding a partner took root in either of Harry or Fleur’s minds. All dates were turned down, gently or with a firmer hand. For Harry or Fleur taking another would have a betrayal to the other. On the night of the Ball, they met face to face once more, no words having passed between them since the First task, dressed in complementing silver and red outfits. Harry bowed with a grace none had seen before from him, kissing his date’s hand gently, before offering his arm, an arm that Fleur gladly took, as they stepped forward, an unearthly, majestic grace evident in their gait. When they took to the floor, all motion stopped, every fixed on tha pair as they danced across the hall in a particular form of the art that wouldn't be invented till eight centuries later, in a planet across the galaxy. There, dancing under the starry roof of the hall, they acknowledged what they had become, what they had always been. Lovers, confidantes, mates, bonded And when he kissed her, there, in the middle of the hall, surrounded by stares that were of little consequence, they pledged themselves to each other once more. As time passed, they changed, their memories, their selves from past and future amalgamating into their present. Fleur became more open, more charismatic, almost regal. Harry changed as well, becoming more confident, surer in himself and his ability, growing taller and filling out, his magic forming him to his mental image.

Part 4

During the Second Task, spiny fingers reaching for the dainty feet of the blond champion amidst the kelp found themselves shattered and thrown away by a bright spark that darted from the blond’s hands. Mermen attempting to stop a raven haired boy from reaching for the chains of the other hostages found themselves staring in awe as powerful jaws of water split the chains in two, surging from the boy’s wand as his eyes glowed an eerie emerald, promising vengeance upon any who would oppose him. Finally, as they stared at the entrance to the gigantic mage that consisted of the third task, Harry took Fleur’s hand in his, as she pulled him into a deep kiss, as the world watched on. As one, they turned to the dark entrance. Whatever was to come, they would face it together. As they always had, and always would. For Harry was Fleur’s, and Fleur was Harry’s, and they would be damned if they let the other go.

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 accursed creatures.

Nature abhors a void.

His mind disjointed and fractured, the world glimering on the jarred edges of his perception, and the light of his patronus faded once, and then again, until only the light of the life coming out of Dudleys face remained.

The other creatures turned gleeful, gredy, broken mouths towards him, feeling him break, listening to the sound of his despair. His hand rose again, but as the sound of Cedric's scream resonated from his memories, he knew he was doomed.

Ironic, he thought as the voice of his mother screamed in his mind, that even after his end he would be able to keep the 'Boy Who Lived' title.

Light came.

The brightness of a star suffused the world in a flood of warmth and life, and such a luminiscence was too much for the shadows that walked. The terrified screams of terror itself were a sound that had no bussiness being so sweet, yet it could still fell against the sound that broke the subsecuent darkness, the new guardian fading into mist, his job done.

"Are you okay, 'Arry?"

He met constellation-filled eyes as he followed the sound. It was Fleur. She saw the confusion in his eyes and gave him an awkward smile for it. She kneeled next to Dudley and waved her wand over him, nodding to herself.

"He's fine. 'e just needs to rest, they did not manage to ripp-"

"Fleur? what- why are you here?"

She got up and smiled again, this time accompanying it with a curstsy.

"Fleur Isabelle Delacour," She said, her accent breaking free beautifully on her name, "Your new security detail"

TL;DR Fleur is a bodyguard version of the Bodyguard!Harry trope

Harry wasn’t worried when the two Malfoy goons walked into his office, he had dealt with hired muscle before. An unavoidable consequence of investigating people’s dirty laundry, you know? He wasn’t concerned when Lucious Malfoy himself, the head of the largest crime family in the country, walked in behind them. All suave and debonair, his tailored suit and matching cane looking more expensive than the entire contents of the little office. He wasn’t even concerned when Malfoy told him he wasn’t there because Harry had helped put one of his lieutenants behind bars, smug bastard even had the balls to smirk.

He was supremely worried when Malfoy offered to hire him.

He needed someone outside the Ministry to investigate something for him. A simple internal matter, had been the words used, but Harry knew better. One of their guys had gotten hit and they wanted to find out whodunnit, likely hoping to pin the blame on someone in the Nott family. Anything to light the spark of open war between the two families.

He almost refused, an immediate no, they didn’t take jobs from mob bosses. Gangsters were trouble…but they needed the money. They hadn’t had a decent paying job in a while, suspicious spouses and jealous exes didn't pay the bills, and his partner had been missing for days….

So, that’s how Harry found himself in the middle of a hotel room on the other side of town, the room a mess, blood stains on the bed and far wall, the remnants of a vase shattered near the door. The body of one of Malfoy's men was still in the bathroom, head leaning awkwardly against the tub. He took a long drag on his cigarette and then froze, eyes catching an object at the base of the side table. Walking over, he bent down and sighed as he picked up the hair clip. The small diamonds of the clip had been marred by flecks of red. He knew this clip, he’d seen it almost every day for four years.

“Dammit Delacour,” he muttered to himself, “What have you gotten us into?”

TL;DR: Noir AU where Harry and Fleur are PI’s

We all know that Voldemort lived in an orphanage somewhere in London. So suppose it was near RAF Biggin Hill, which was attacked in August 1940, while Voldemort was there for the summer holidays (let's say it was not evacuated since it's not in central London). So Voldemort was rushed to a nearby air-raid shelter (or basement) and had to sit there for the longest hour of his life while the airfield was raided by Ju-87 divebombers. What particularly stuck with him was the sound, that infernal wailing of the Jericho trumpets affixed to the landing gear of the Stukas followed by the explosions of their bombs.

What few people know, the Jericho trumpets were inspired by the cry of a Veela, the avian apex predator of Eastern Europe.

The battle for Hogwarts is going well for Voldemort , until a spell hits Fleur and throws her against a wall. Howling in pain, she snaps and transforms, letting out an ear-piercing, soul-rending screech. A screech which leaves the Dark Lord frozen in fear

Harry and Fleur's love is like something out of a storybook, what was cold dismissal turned to a warmer acceptance that in turn, became relentless passion, by the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, it wasn't unusual to see both of them together, it caused some divide between Harry and his friends, but nothing that wasn't fixable, especially when Hermione found out there was more to Fleur than a pretty face(the fact the french woman got Harry on a complete improvement of his study habits, including a new language, may have helped), Harry got invited to spend his Summer at France, but wasn't willing to risk Fleur and her family now that Voldemort was back, he did, however snuck away more than a few times, with the help of his Cloak and a clandestine portkey.

In one such escapes, everything changed.

It was on warm summer day that Harry felt something different while at Privet Drive, but ignored it, a few days later, he was shocked to see a teary eyed Fleur at the door, with a confused and concerned Tonks coming from her survaillance hideout to talk to her while casting Privacy Spells, Harry caught his girlfriend in his arms, he noticed he was already a bit taller than her, he had never seen her cry this way, it sounded like joy and sadness were fighting.

Fleur kissed him, hard, and said. "Est devenu, bleu, 'Arry, bleu!".

"Blue, Fleur what has turned blue?" He didn't notice Tonks gasp and almost drop her cloak.

To answer, Fleur lifted a small glass vial for him to see, with a swirling blue substance inside it.

Harry was completely bewildered until Fleur turned to him and said the words that would change his worldview forever, "I am pregnant, 'Arry."

The couple didn't notice Tonks repeating 'Fuck' under her breath, nor Petunia dropping the tray she was carrying behind them.

They did notice a desperate Dumbledore appearing with Fawkes in a flash of fire, coming to see why the wards had fallen.

A little father's day prompt. Consequences of Love, I call it.

Normally, Harry would have been found outside the Dursley’s door one morning. Normally, he would have been beaten and starved and forced to work at though he was a slave. Normally, he would have grown up not knowing he was special until he turned 11 and got his Hogwarts letter. This, however, is not a normal situation. Instead of growing up this way, he was taken by the fae and has grown up as a changeling. Now 10 years later (14 years later if starting at TWT) he has returned to the world of his birth. Let us see what the world of the wizards make of him now.

Here are the rules that thine must follow.

There shalt be no usage of foul language. The worst word used by J. K. Rowling was B~~~~ a single time during a very emotional moment. You are to hold thine self to this standard.

There shalt be no man in a relationship with another man nor shall there be any woman in a relationship with another woman. This means no Sirus/Remus and no Draco/Harry. This overcrowds most fanfics that I see and as such have I have decided to forbid it.

There shalt be no fewer than 100,000 words when the work is finished. A good standard to adhere to is to have 5,000-8,000 words a chapter, though that is not required.

There shalt be no sexual activity beyond kissing which appears at any time. This needs to be safe for work. You may however allude to such things happening so long as the act itself is not shown.

There shalt be no harem of any sort. The most amount of people someone is to ever be paired with is 2.

Fleur, Luna, and Hermione must all become/remain friends with Harry with the possibility of one of them even being paired with him.

Harry is not to have every possible inheritance an power at the beginning. If he is to obtain that then he must earn it. He can’t just be handed it. He may however start with Potter lordship, heir Black, and Peverell lordship if you so desire.

Harry shall not be of evil mind. He can be dark, just not evil.

The Tri-Wizard Tournament must occur.

Harry must go to Hogwarts during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He can even be summoned at the selection if you so desire. He does not have to be there permanently for any other years. Though he still must show up at Hogwarts every year after he first arrives at Hogwarts even if he leaves almost immediately after.

Harry is fully fae with all benefits and downfalls that this includes. Most notably that he is weak to cold iron and that any food that he makes will put anyone who is not a fae will be put into a trance.

Beyond this, you are free to do as you wish.

Feel free to do drabbels as well.

Harry as a Noir style private investigator cleaning up the aftermath of too many hurriedly tidied threads after a war that was all too messy, in a world where the government barely functions, uncovering secrets and scraps of ancient power that Voldemort unearthed in his quest for immortality and which were then scattered across the tattered remnants of his forces who use them in reckless ways.

And Fleur, as either the Femme Fatale to his hardboiled Private Eye, OR, The one warm spot in his day after everyone else has failed understand why he keeps on pursuing the chase long after the war ended despite the toll it wreaks on himself and those around him, the only one that supports him unconditionally because of all the people he knows she was the only one who had no expectations for him from the start.

Even though Albus Dumbledore did not expect to find Tom's horcrux effortlessly, he most definitely had not anticipated the search to be so long and arduous.

Yet this was necessary. Not just to put an end to the senseless violence ocurring day in and day out, but to create a better future for wizarding Britain. You see, Albus was someone who deeply cared for his students and work colleagues, and to see them in pain was something he was decided to put and end to. Specially those whom he had an especial relation with, such as Harry or Severus.

Unperturbed, he dove in the cold waters and swam towards the ominous cave. There would be nothing to stand in his way. Certainly, not mere cold water.

When he reached the cave, he sensed malicious magic all around him, and, for once in some time, a victorious, grim smile appeared across his face. He had been right to come here.

He made his way through the dreary place, only hearing water drops fall. The cave felt oppressive, as if the air had weight. And the magic around him had turned even more malevolent. Tuning his senses, he even noticed there was an undertone to the magic he couldn't quite decipher. It felt... ancient. Deep. And powerful. Very powerful. And it was something that made Albus restless.

But he continued to move forward, as there was no way he wouldn't; until he came across a dead end. A frown marred Albus' face. And then, recognition.

"Yes", he mused. "Yes, yes. This is it." A glimmer of satisfaction shone upon Albus' face.

As he somewhat eagerly touched the wall, he sighed. "Oh, Tom. Can't you see there are more debilitating things than physical pain?"

Abruptly, he muttered a quick diffindo upon his hand and blood fell to the ground. And... as Albus was about to touch the wall, he heard something that made his blood ran cold.

A chilling laughter. Some noise behind him.

And then he saw him. Voldemort. And he seemed pleased. Very pleased. But why?

Albus didn't understand. And that frightened him.

Suddenly, a magic circle appeared down around him, and for the first time in his life, he saw a peaceful smile appear across his face.

"You are a fool, Albus Dumbledore. You have just been caught in my trap!" He said, his red eyes shining in wicked glee.

"Tom-" Albus started to say, but he knew it would be futile. The magic circle had activated. There wasn't anything Albus could do to get himself out of it.

When Albus opened his eyes again, he most certainly didn't expect to be in a castle. And even less being surrounded by people in armor or medieval dresses.

"Who are you, old man?!" He heard a crowned, fat man say.

Albus was so shocked he didn't answer his question.

"Tell me, you old fart!!!" The fat man with a crown sputtered angrily. "How have you appeared here in my castle, here, in the middle of King's Landing??"

As Albus heard those words, he felt himself falter.

"Oh, dear" Albus murmured. "What have you done, Tom?"

Daphne Greengrass sat in front of her mirror, trying to decide on a look for the day. Blonde? Raven-haired? Done that, she thought to herself. She looked down at her chest and tried several different sizes before she decided on one that would make boys drool and girls envious, such as Granger and the Weasley girl.

Next, she stood up and checked the rest of her body before deciding that she liked the way she currently was. Nice, long legs, she thought to herself. Then, she smoothed out her skirt and smirked, Nice and firm. She sat back down and looked in the mirror, changing the colors of her eyes before settling on a light blue. Then, she adjusted the length of her hair from its current short crop to a length all the way down to her waist.

Smirking to herself, Daphne changed her color to a different shade again. Damn, you fine, she thought to herself after tying her hair into a ponytail.

"You know, you're gonna give everyone a heart attack looking like that," Astoria Greengrass said with a laugh as she watched her older sister's antics.

"Yup," Daphne giggled. "Come on, let's go. I can't wait to see everyone's reactions," the currently red-headed girl said as she linked one of her arms with her sister's.

Part 2

As Daphne and Astoria Greengrass entered the Great Hall, many jaws dropped at the state of Daphne's appearance. The duo soon made their way towards the Gryffindor table so that Daphne can sit with her boyfriend who just happened to be Harry James Potter.

Looking up from his seat, Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend, almost burst out laughing when he saw Daphne's current appearance. Quickly putting up a finger to her lips, Daphne then pointed at Harry. Ron looked over at his friend and turned back to Daphne and winked.

Harry sat quietly eating his lunch when he heard a soft, sultry voice behind him, "Hhhaarryy…" Puzzled, Harry turned around and was stunned by what he saw: his girlfriend Daphne as a Red-Head with an absolutely stunning figure.

Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley stared at the newcomer with a scowl on their faces, noting the displeasure at the interruption to their meal. Eyes bulging Harry stood up and kissed Daphne in front of everyone before he picked her up bridal-style and ran out of the Hall.

"HHHHHAAAAARRRYYYY!"

Ron smirked and pulled out Harry's Marauder Map and motioned for Astoria to take a look. Two names were currently in a nearby broom closet, very close to each other. Both Ron and Astoria looked at each other before they both started laughing hysterically.

Harry Potter was tired of being hounded by rabid fans in Diagon Alley, so he got a hat to cover his scar, the one thing that a glamour didn’t work on. He actually really liked the hats and started getting more designs, even pairing them with some new glasses. On top of that he could enchant them with some cool charms. Soon enough, he had a whole wall dedicated to his hats (a magically expanded wall that is) and was always on the hunt for more.

Fleur liked berets. She thought they were ingenious and made her look cute. What, you thought she went to Beauxbatons for enchanting? No, she went because berets were part of the uniform. One day while shopping for a new beret she came across an old friend.

“So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?” whispered Harry.

“Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand.” A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco’s wand:

“Avada Kedavra!”

"No u!"

There was no meeting of spells as Harry had casted the most powerful spell in the existence of wizard kind, the demise of dark Lord was inevitable.

After the war, Harry Potter moved to the continent, seeking solace and solitude. He bought a property that had been on sale for a suspiciously low price and had gone through several owners. A farmhouse, a barn, some fields, all close to a forest, it seemed ideal for the young man.

Imagine his surprise when he finds the house haunted. Not by ghosts, but other beings and spirits. But Harry Potter never gave up easily and he wouldn’t start now. So what if the black rooster had eyes showing inhuman intellect? The barn was inhabited by strange gnomes, and a strange demon made up of random animal parts and dressed as a typical grandmother roamed his courtyard? This was his home! At least they all looked to be taking care of the property.

Even he had to admit that the scythe-wielding spectre of a woman shooing him off the field at noon looked creepy, but as long as he didn‘t argue, the spectre was content with chasing him off and making him eat lunch and take a nap.

He was quite surprised, however, when a figure appeared out of the forest, claiming to be chief Veela of the area, responsible for the wellbeing of local nature and for the fertility of the land. After all, he never expected to meet Fleur in such a function. And he expected even less for her to proposition him by telling him it was his responsibility to perform a fertility ritual with her.

Lily Potter was well aware that sooner or later Voldemort would come for her baby. She and James have searched for various ways of protecting their baby and have woven countless enchantments into him, meant to assure he would be safe. But she still felt it would not be enough. Who knew what Voldemort was capable of? So on one particular night she left their cottage and headed to the forest.

James never found out what Lily did that night, of her desperate plea to the Faeries that answered her, of her deal she agreed to with the bewitching Sidhe that was brought in by the lesser Faeries. A bargain was struck and Lily returned to her son, her husband, her cottage. And soon after, she died. Yet, when Voldemort turned his wand to her baby and uttered the fateful words, there was a flash and heat, as if the room was filled by flames, and Voldemort’s body became ash. Only a scar marred Harry’s forehead.

He grew up with the Dursleys, a particularly unlikeable people, but it seemed whenever they tried to hurt Harry, some misfortune seemed to strike them. Soon, they learned to leave Harry to his devices. From Midwinter to Midsummer, he was a cheerful child preferring to play outside and happily babbling about animals, flowers and faeries.

“Just fanciful childish tales,” the Dursleys always dismissed these, especially when talking to other people.

But, from Midsummer to Midwinter, Harry seemed to become more withdrawn, and even somewhat scared of going into parks by himself during winter.

When he arrives at Hogwarts, the elves seem to adore him, pampering him and playing games with him. The elves were not the only ones expressing joy at seeing him, however, Fawkes too quickly befriended young Harry. The Forbidden Forest, on the other hand, seemed to unnerve Harry much more than any park in winter.

Lily had struck a deal with the Summer Court which resulted in the Faeries of Summer protecting Harry from harm. Winter, on the other hand, always seemed all the harsher to Harry. The elves and Fawkes are all affiliated with Summer and protect him, but Winter too has agents within the castle, intent on seducing Harry into making a deal, into owing a favour to the Winter Court.

Things escalate even more during the Triwizard Tournament, since Fleur is also an agent of Summer sent to Hogwarts with a mission. And aside from the machinations of both Courts, the threat of Voldemort rises, his powers changed from the first war, strange, foreign.

In the sandy, desert kingdom of Hogwarts, an orphaned boy named Harry; and his faithful owl Hedwig, earns whatever coin he can as a young thief. Harry aids a young girl in escaping the Inquisatorial Squad led by Severus Snape, unwittingly, Harry falls in love with the young girl, not realizing that she is the Princess.

The evil advisor to the King, Tom Riddle, tricks the young thief into stealing a magical lamp containing the genie named Sirius. Riddle wants to use the powers of Sirius for his own quest to control the Kingdom of Hogwarts and the Royal Couple's eldest daughter, the Princess named Fleur. Harry is able to trick Riddle; however, he is thrown into the cavern that held the lamp. After freeing Sirius, the genie can grant Harry three wishes. Will Harry use these wishes wisely?

I remember this one fanfic that had Veelas be mostly chaste despite being some of the most desired creatures.

An idea for the origins of the Veela race chould be this.

I'm a kingdom of Ancient Greece there was a girl, daughter to some King. She had attracted the attention of Eros son of Aphrodite and Ares. Obviously she wasn't as beautiful as his wife Psyche but that didn't matter to him. He attempted to get her attention through disguising himself as a servant but nothing worked out.

He then approached her as Eros himself but she rebuffed him saying that she would only give herself to the man that she falls in love with.

Enraged he cursed her and her bloodline to release an aura that would forever attract the attention of the male race be it human, animal or creature.

Aphrodite seeing her commitment to love took pity on her and made it so that she could at least control it somewhat. Praying to Hecate to undo the Curse yielded no results but Ares was impressed with her ability to stand up to and say that she would only give herself to someone that she would love to a diety of desire. He blessed them with the ability to fight back giving them his blessing of fire and the features of a hawk.

Eremephobia, is the specific phobia of isolation; a morbid fear of being egotistical, or a dread of being alone or isolated. Sufferers need not be physically alone, but just to believe that they are ignored or unloved.

Harry is a good example of this:

First year, everyone surrounded him, bolstering him mostly for his fame. He disregarded their motives, happy to have people who cared about him, finding close friends in Ron and Hermione.

Second year, it got worse, he found spats where he felt alone, bullied by the school for being "The Heir of Slytherin" However, Ron and Hermione stuck with him through it, up until he killed the basilisk and beat Tom Riddle, once more becoming the hero of the school

Third year, he wasn't alone, the only people who were even rude to him, were Draco and his cronies. His friends stuck with him as he met Sirius in the shrieking shack, and rescued him from the Dementor's Kiss, after learning the true story.

Fourth year, was when it all took a turn. Ron was distant, largely due to what Hermione proclaimed his jealousy, however she sided more with him, for reasons unknown. Dumbledore was forced to leave him alone due to the tournament rules, although Harry didn't know. Sirius hadn't responded to his letters since the summer months, and the rest of the school was still ridiculing him for his entrance into the tournament.

So Harry was sitting by the lake, hiding behind a large rock, curled up in a ball. Stray and errant tears dripped from his eyes as he hugged his knees to his chest.

This was the scene that Fleur walked up on, backstory unkown, armed with only a sudden sense of duty and a need to help.