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Love of a Star

Harry Potter of Gryffindor had much experience with the fickleness of fate and public opinion, knowing both the crowds’ adoration and scorn.

Currently he found himself an outcast, the people at Hogwarts refusing to even look at him, except to curse his existence and ancestry.

Seeking solitude, he rested alone in a grove. But his solitude did not last, he was approached by a duo of young women, of maidens, fair of visage, richly dressed, kind smiles on their faces.

They told him they had been sent by their lady, valorous, wise, and beautiful, to bring him to her, safely and swiftly.

There was a tent nearby and inside, Harry met a maiden such as he had never seen before. On hair of spun starlight rested a circlet of white gold, a star she bore on her brow, but brighter still her gaze. Her complexion gave off a soft glow, making her even lovelier.

“Dear Harry, my friend, I left my lands to find you,” the maiden, Fleur, spoke to him. Of watching him, his struggles, his courage, honour, kindness. And she offered her friendship and companionship. Gifts.

An amulet with a star to protect him from harm, a tablecloth decorated with stars that would fill itself with food. And if he ever found himself in privacy and stood in starlight, he had only to speak and she would appear. In return she wanted only one thing. Harry had to solemnly promise never to boast of her company and favour.

Thus it was that Harry and Fleur met, and meeting they kept. Talking in companionship, sharing tales and secrets, likes and dislikes. Falling in love.

Harry, bearing those gifts, and Fleur’s love in his heart, went on many grand adventures, his valour regaining him the public’s favour.

Continued

Harry gets invited to a high society function.

A beautiful young woman of high status, either married or betrothed to the current Minister/King tries to seduce him.

Out of his respect for the man, and love for his lady, Harry refuses.

"Do you prefer the company of men? Or well-trained boys?" Her barbs failed to sting.

"No. Even my lady love's lowliest maidservant is more noble and beautiful than you."