Flowerpot

Fleur looked about the “Great” Hall appraising the students she would spend most of the year with. Her eyes, and that of many others from the visiting schools, lingered on a young man at the Gryffindor table. He had so many scars for someone so young. He had what looked like three claw marks running diagonally across his face. She assumed he had gotten them relatively recently since they looked agitated. There was a scar that touched the top of his right eye and went up under his bangs onto his forehead. Oh, and he was missing his right arm.

As she saw him, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to eat the bouillabaisse near him.

Inspired by: 47 Ronin and 13 Assassins.

With the murders of Lord James Potter and his beloved wife, Lily, the Samurai of House Potter are left leaderless. Without a Lord to serve, they become Ronin. The Marauders, led by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the 47 Marauders plot their revenge against Lord Voldemort, Severus Snape and the man who betrayed Lord Potter: Peter Pettigrew

Harry Potter and Shadow of Mordor/War crossover

Harry, who had been forced by his 'loving family' to clean out the attic of number 4 Privet Drive in the dead of summer, decided to take a break and open a small wooden chest that looked like it didn't belong to his relatives. Inside was one thing, and one thing only. A beautiful platinum ring.

He felt like he could hear the whisper of voices, but looking around her found himself still alone in the sweat-inducing attic. Shaking his head, passing it off as his imagination, he picks up the ring in his right hand. Oddly enough, the ring is almost ice cold to the touch, and starts to glow an ethereal blue. Something within him tells him to put it on his finger, like he'd never wanted to do something more desperately in his life.

After sliding the ring onto the index finger of his left hand, the much-too-large ring sizes down to fit his child sized finger. He feels a wonderful rush of power, which also happens to cool him off, as he was still sweating profusely.

"So.. someone finally found my ring. " A deep male voice resonates within his mind.

"I must be going mad from the heat if I keep hearing voices." Harry murmurs to himself.

"You aren't going mad." The voice states irritably. "The ring you're wearing holds my life force, and lets me communicate with you, as well as a large host of other abilities that we will get into at a later time. My name is Celebrimbor. So tell me, boy... What year is it?"

Harry / Fleur pairing

Apologies for any bad grammar, it is completely up to you how he finds the ring or how the conversation goes from there. I've been playing Shadow of War again and had this pop into my head.

Harry Potter hated his lot in life, especially during the most wonderful time of the year. He abhorred Christmas with a burning passion, with a passion so strong, even his girlfriend’s fire couldn’t compare.

every fucking year, she would hear, “Hey Harry! Let me take a guess now, you’re wearing Dudley’s clothes again!

It ground his gears every single time, along with the hatred for that phrase came hatred of Christmas carols, particularly deck the halls.

Whenever that blasted song played, he could only shout, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!”

Suddenly, a mental light switched on; a twisted, malicious, hate filled grin slowly edged its way onto his face. He had a phone call to make.

A phone call and 30 minutes of planning later, in the middle of Privet Drive were 1000 gifts and 23 Christmas trees lumped into a pile.

Harry looked over the large pile before returning to his accomplice, “Thank you very much my Lunar Rose.”

His beloved girlfriend, Fleur, responded, “You are very welcome my Solar Lion. Let’s not waste any more time, it’s almost midnight, meaning it’s going to be Christmas, what better present than this?”

With renewed conviction, he kept his hands around his mouth and shouted loudly, “Hey everyone! Look outside your window, I have a surprise for you!”

From that point on, December 25, 1998 was the day that Christmas burned.

It's the end, the war has been lost - or not, it made no difference. On paper, the Battle of Hogwarts had been a victory. Voldemort dead, his forces broken and scattered. But the Order had paid a steep price, the Weasleys all dead, half the DA died manning the walls. The Hogsmeade volunteers dead to a man, Kingsley perished - the victory was hollow. There was no one left to make sweeping changes in the Ministry, no manpower to overthrow the machinery Voldemort built. There were a few trials, kangaroo courts so that others could shift the blame.

This climate led to an unlikely Alliance. Harry Potter, wounded but with unfinished business. Fleur Delacour, with the intent to build a better future for her daughter. And Andromeda Tonks with the thirst for vengeance. The Ministry might be unwilling to deliver justice, but the trio knows who is guilty.

How about this for a historical fic: Sir Henry "Harry" DePottier, second son of Herbert De Pottier and brother to Edward, Baron of Peak, Joins King Richard on the 3rd crusade as part of the magical component of his retinue. Sir Harry meets many people from across the Angevin realms, including the aging Roland De la Cour and his lovely daughter Fleur, who is tending to her father's uncertain health. Harry is therefore surprised when in the first fight the De la Cour knight is far more agile than he ever saw Roland being.

It takes a while, and the de la cour knight being injured, for Harry to realize that the knight is Fleur herself

Harry Potter, urchin and apprentice wizard, was selected to represent his school at a prestigious tournament. While enduring jeers and taunts from his envious classmates, he notices a contest of another kind happening.

While official attention was focused on the contest of magical prowess between different magical schools, an unofficial contest was underway.

Numerous youths from noble families paid extra attention to Fleur Delacour, an enchantingly beautiful young woman with the countenance of a statue. She bore their attention, boasts, and offers with stony indifference.

And Harry knew what his goal would be. He would make the beautiful Fleur Delacour smile.

Accompanied by his faithful friends, and the motherly Hedwig, he sets forth to enrich the world by the most beautiful smile imaginable.

Harry has been all over the state. From El Paso down to Brownsville, up to Amarillo, across to Orange, and everywhere in between. With nothing but him and his ever-changing food truck, Harry has lived the life of a nomad, never staying in one place long enough to get comfortable. When he meets French unicorn farmer Fleur Delacour, with her dirty boots and jeans, he begins to think that maybe, just maybe, it might be worth staying in one place for a while. . . "Fleur, drop what you're doing, we gotta go," said Luc Bennet, the farm hand storming into the barn, interrupting her brushing of Bonnie, the largest of the unicorns.

"What is it Luc? Is it Betsy? Is she sick again?" Luc shook his head.

"Naw, she's fine. This is better. "Tea Time and a Taco Truck" is in town for the next few days. It's been over a year! Let's get some tacos!" The younger man was excited, of that she could clearly see.

"If you want to go to a silly little food truck, then go Luc. Just be back for the afternoon. Clyde still needs his potions." Luc looked horrified.

"Fleur Delacour, that is offensive. Harry Potter makes the best damn tacos North of I-10, and that ain't no exaggeration." He grabbed Fleur's hand and began dragging her out of the barn towards the pickup. "Potter grew up on the streets of Texas, so he ain't no pretentious Austin boy. He's homegrown, old fashioned, and a wizard in the kitchen. You fix'n to fall in love, I guarantee it."

Harry and Fleur have the same lens prescription.

Both in a rush at the Quidditch WC, they bump into each other.

Glasses fall off.

And in the night's darkness they put on each others glasses mistakenly.

Fleur rushes off before they can speak.

Only noticing he has the wrong glasses on when Hermione points it out, he is forced to keep wearing them.

He encounters Fleur in the great hall when she asks for Bouillabaise.

When he turns to see who is speaking.

He sees her, wearing HIS glasses.

They both shout out: THAT'S MINE!

Fleur is seen as the perfect daughter/student and Gabby(who is Harry's age) feels left out, and not wanting to be in her older sister's shadow, rebels, dresses differently and does things to feel different, to not be measured by the same things as Fleur is, because she thinks she's not enough. Harry Potter has an undeserved bad boy fame by Fourth Year and Fleur is mad at him due to thinking he entered himself in the Tournament, so Gabby seeks him out to provoke Fleur, but ends up knowing the real him and falling in love

With the option of that Fleur also gets interested after knowing him better(perhaps through him trying to reconcile both sisters?) and now Gabby has all her insecurities thrown in her face because she's sure Harry would leave her for her older, more beautiful sister, but Harry is Harry.

Harry and Fleur grab the cup together when it malfunctions, and instead of taking them to the graveyard. It takes them to the entrance of the maze, as it was supposed to.

Only problem.

Three years have passed.

AU, 1920's. Demons? Set in a world where the common man doesn't know magic exists, going about their mundane lives without a care in the world, oblivious to the magical going-on's in back alleys and graveyards.

And the one man waging war against demon, cultists and wannabe witches? Harry Potter: Paranormal Investigator. He's in his 30's, smokes like a chimney, is often seen in a trench coat and never without an unimpressed scowl on his grizzled face. He runs a Paranormal Investigations office in a crummy, run-down flat in London, which ordinary people often mistake for a regular Private Investigator.

Harry has solved countless occult and paranormal related crimes, all without gaining the attention of the greater public, just how he liked it. The only people who knew of his life were his best mate, Ron, and his wife, Hermione, so when Hermione came to him at a friends' request, Harry didn't hesitate to lend his assistance and agreed to meet Hermione's new friend.

Harry didn't know what to expect when Hermione's friend entered his office, he secretly didn't expect her to take his work seriously, thinking it fiction or make believe. But Hermione wouldn't have told her friend Harry's secret occupation and revealed the location of his office if she didn't trust her, so Harry decided to give her a listen.

What he didn't expect was the most beautiful doll in the world to walk into his office at midnight. Clad in a black dress, gloves and hat, a long cigarette in her hand. She batted her eyes before speaking, her voice melodic and enchanting;

"Say Monsieur Potter, I 'eard from 'ermione 'zat you are 'ze cat's miaow, and 'zat you are 'ze man to go to when you encounter... strange ongoings?" Her dazzling eyes drew him in as she drew out a puff of smoke. "Can you 'elp me, Monsieur?"

When Harry agreed to help her, he didn't know what he was getting himself into, nor did he recognize her as something else than an ordinary dame.

Prompt idea after watching too much Re: Zero: Harry for plot reasons has Return by Death and all that it entails, and the only person willing to still believe in him and stay with him after all the crazy shit he pulled is Fleur. So together they must overcome this mystery ... and a crazy all powerful witch that would and can eat voldemort and half the world for breakfast without even breaking a sweat

The War was over, Harry had Defeated Voldemort, although it was hard to say they won. Voldemort's final play was to unleash the Hordes of hell into the earth with the final beat of his heart.

In the 10 years since then Harry once more lead the light against the inhuman monsters of the Hells, even with alliances with some of the more Intelligent members of Hell intent on stemming the flow and regain control the war was near impossible. That is until Fleur Weasley, Widow and raid captain found a stash of magical books and items that once were held by Voldemort himself.

Time Travel

But the magical need was too strong for one man, they would need many... They would need a Sorcerer and that Sorcerer would need a Coven around him. There was only 1 sorcerer Fleur would trust with this. Harry James Potter.

Harry and the Coven head back to start of the Voldemort war intent on ending the war before it can start as well as putting their Few Demonic Allies into a better position to prevent a future spill

• Harry/Fleur/Harem, Include some lesser seen characters like Su Li, The Carrow Twins and the like

• Harry and the Light aligned with the Succubi/Incubi from hell, who are tired of the war between the Wrathful and Prideful (That they are caught between and often die) which has spilled into the human world

• The Lustful send a Succubus to act as a Consort for Harry who is in the Harem and goes back in time with them (although they might have to summon her specifically again)

• Covens are very sexual and intimate, while they don't have to be permanent, due to the Covens history even when returning to a safe time period have become overly attached

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. A side she had accepted only a few years ago, with the help of her lover and mate, Harry Potter.

You see, Fleur Delacour is a geek.

Not only is she a geek, but she is a comic geek.

The year is 1998. Fleur and Harry are in the US, attending a Comic Con. Fleur has let her geeky side out in full force, while still somehow maintaining an aura of jaw dropping sexiness.

Dressed in an Iron man T shirt that is just a bit too small on her, a pair of red yoga pants that seem to keep Harry's eyes constantly spraying back to her delicious derriere, and loaded to the brim with merch and stuff, she’s a far sight from the Fleur that most know. She’s bouncing around like a bunny high on weed, eyes darting here and there, dragging Harry behind her as they explore the convention.

The way she squeals and fangirls over the comics has Harry wondering exactly when his heart is going to give out, because Fleur, as she is now, cannot be classified as anything other than lethally cute.

At one point, he says something slightly dismissive about her favorite series, and Fleur whirls on him in a rage. She lays into him with all the power of a pissed, Fangirling, geeky veela, berating him and promoting her series in the same breath.

Harry finds it incredibly cute.

Meanwhile he is biting his lip, seriously struggling to keep from either bursting out laughing, or picking her up and snogging her senseless because of how adorable she looks.

Harry died during the Battle of Hogwarts, but his sacrifice allowed everyone else to take down Voldemort. Yet the troubles only began there. There was no prominent figure to rally around, and so what was left of the Order and the DA were unable to take on the Ministry, who was slowly taken over by the "neutral" purebloods, who removed the worst of Voldemort, but kept many of the smaller, economic and social laws and regulations, since they were quite comfortable for those in power.

With their position secured, the British elite turned to expanding their influence abroad, mostly by causing incidents, supplying arms, inciting revolts and such. Everything you'd need for a good proxy war. But they are clever about it, with very little you can actually prove and link back to magical Britain. And smelling weakness, the magical French Empire and the Holy/Magical Roman Empire decide that they want a slice of that pie as well and add more fuel into the fire. Not big wars, but proxy conflicts.

So with Europe descending further and further into chaos and many still suffering from the war with Voldemort, Britain isn't a great place to be. Neither is the rest of Europe. But Fleur isn't having any of this, she has build a life for herself, and even though her marriage hasn't worked out, she has a daughter and for Victorie, she'd do anything. Including turning to Necromancy. And stealing a body from a mausoleum.

After all, Harry had taken care of Voldemort, so he could fix things again. Raising the dead is easy, but she does not need a mindless drone, she needs Harry the way he defeated Voldemort. For two years, she reads every book she can find, restoring what Voldemort and time had destroyed. Magical cloning, a touch of magical cybernetics and such.So when Harry wakes up, he's pretty pissed. He remembered taking on Voldemort, then the Kings Cross scene, and despite moving on he was back in England, and things were shit again. Only Fleur's tale of how awful the world has become, how badly his friends had fared, stop him from getting up and leaving. So they come up with a plan, but they clash about methods, plans and everything in between. They only share a common goal.

Harry also feels a massive disconnect since he has been dead for almost a decade apparently. He is supposed to stay hidden, but feels lonely and tries to get in touch with his friends. Hermione is in Australia, but he finds Ron, who does not belive Harry at all. After all, Ron had been at the funeral.

The overall outline would be Harry and Fleur learning to work together, Harry dealing with his existential crisis and them slowly catching feelings while slowly trying to fix the dumpster fire magical Europe has become, first by intervening in proxy wars to spoil plans and later on taking on the leaderships of the big 3 (UK, France, HRE)

A story where Voldermort discovers that harry is an accidental horcrux of his either before or at the beginning of first year. So he tries to make sure he lives without anybody knowing that he is doing so. While dumbledore is trying to kill harry in a way that will not cause people to say that he did it.

A few of the things that Dumbledore does include but are not limited to somehow increasing the dursley's disdain for all things magical hoping for them to kill him. Also by passively encouraging snape to torment harry and to try and cause him to mess up in class thereby causing a potions accident to kill harry while also manipulating snape to dislike harry more. As well as isolating harry and disparaging him to try and get harry to kill himself straight up. The rest are up to you. As for what Voldermort does to try and keep harry alive without anybody realizing it are completely and utterly up to you.

One pairing will have to be harry/Fleur though just saying.

Fleur never meant to enter the Triwizard tournament. She was doodling her name and Harry's name with little hearts, when the wind blew it into the goblet.

Naval Weather Mage Potter was in shit. Neck Deep. How did this happen? You see, he got drunk. That’s not out of the ordinary for sailors, you say? Yeah, but this time, his ship was about to encounter a storm. Mother of all storms, driven by a sea drake. The biggest, meanest, most mercurial bitch of a sea drake this side of the globe. And in his drunken state, he could not help but challenge the she-drake with a storm of his own to drive her away.

What’s the problem, you ask? Putting storm against storm is how storm drakes perform their mating dance. And this particular she-drake was impressed, very impressed.

And so Naval Weather Mage Potter finds himself pursued by an amorous behemoth of a storm drake that is determined to have Potter somehow fertilize her eggs and to bring about a new clutch of storm drakes with him as the daddy.

Painter story. Harry takes up painting summer before fourth year as a creative outlet for trauma. He asks Fleur to be his model. Hilarity/depressingness ensues.