Flowerpot

"Émelie Isabelle Potter!" Émelie knew she was in trouble when her Maman used her full name.

"You need to eat your veggies"

Veggies are gross Émelie thought.

"Nuh uh."

"Émelie, sweetie did your Maman never tell you what happens to little Veela who don't eat their vegetables" Émelie's papa, Harry, gasped.

Émelie shook her head.

"No? You should tell her love." Harry said imploringly.

"Eet is a tale ze Veela have passed down for generations. Ze Tale of ze First House Elf" Émelie's mother, Fleur, paused for dramatic effect.

"For as long zere have been Veela, Mamans have told little Veela to eat their Veggies. But one little Veela, Victoire, refused. And slowly but surely she shriveled up. Her nose and ears grew to the size of an elephant's! And she stopped caring about her clothes!"

Émelie gasped! Stopped caring about clothes!?

"Maman! So Mipsy was a little Veela?"

"Oui, mon petite."

"And that's why we need to be nice to her?"

"Oui."

"OK. Papa I want the broccoli."

Tl;dr: Fleur scaring her daughter thinking she'll become a house elf if she doesn't eat her veggies

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 give her experience in the art of hypnotherapy. Her choice: Harry Potter. She pitches the idea to him, and he agrees. She’s ecstatic, and they decide to do a trial session right there. Immediately, they hit a snag. Turns out, harry isnt easy to hypnotise. At all. After about an hour of trying different techniques, they finally find something that works. Fleur puts Harry under, and asks him some warmup questions. Fleur: “What is your full name?” Harry: “Harry James Potter. Lord Hadrian of the Sigil. The Last Archive. ” Fleur (blinking in confusion): “how old are you?” Harry: “Fifteen years old. three thousand four hundred years old. Thirteen aeons to the day.” Fleur: “What are you?” Harry: “I am the Boy who lived. I am the Emperor of the Sigil. I am the Thirty first, and Last Archive."

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 reasons (Bill works at Gringotts because having a good relationship with a bank would be beneficial, Charlie works in Romania because Dragons, Percy in the ministry because they're the government, and having people hugh up on the inside is ideal, etc). But to them, family comes first.

And Harry, whether he knows it or not, is family.

So they do what they can to help him, protect him. From his first year to his third, the Weasleys look out for the sweet boy, sending him food or guarding him from leeches, while trying to keep a low profile. Somehow, despite all their efforts, the kid keeps getting into increasingly deadly situations, and saving various Weasley family members, only cementing his position as family.

Then come fourth year, Harry goes and gets himself into the Triwizard tournament. But that's not the worst of it.

No, on top of all that, he goes and gets himself into a relationship with the heiress of their biggest rival in the European scene.

The Delacour Family.

Possible addon:

You could add a police angle as well, with Hermione being offered a internship or helping Susan and her clique try and help Susan's aunt and the DMLE identify the heirs to the mafia that they know are in the school for the Triwizard Tournament.

Hermione does it to try and improve her prospects in the future, or for a sense of moral obligation, trying to keep her friends out of it.

Yule Ball, 1994

Harry Potter stood alone on the floor as everyone stared at him, laughing and pointing. Slowly, a form began to shimmer into view. As it solidified, Harry recognized who it was. Gasps were heard as those who knew her recognized who the newcomer was.

"Mum?"

"Hello, baby."

And a mother and son danced for the first time.

After they finished, there wasn't a single dry eye in the room. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

"I have to go now, son. Remember, I love you always."

"I love you; Mum, always."

A Bodyguard AU, but with Fleur as the bodyguard.

And like, doesn’t the idea of Fleur bein Harry’s bodyguard kinda just work? Like I’m thinking Harry grows up as in canon where he’s being groomed for this life of being the next Dumbledore but he’s clearly just a born poet/writer type, and so everyone decides this dude needs protection so they get Fleur, who is sorta known to ‘society’ to be his girlfriend, where she wouldn’t look out of place cos she’s sort of from an old house, but instead she’s really there to make sure a soft boy doesn’t get hurt. This I assume involves them like, having dances that at first are perfunctory but turn emotional cos they’re staring into each other’s eyes, her talking about taking a spell for him but him ending up taking a spell for her. Also her teaching him how to fight by like, moving his body and shit, and him getting her to open up emotionally and be vulnerable for the first time ever

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 without Harry around. so he decides to fix that.

Scene: Three Trials of the Veela Could be part of the Affectionate Veela Harry and Fleur have been together for some time, the world around them grew increasingly dark and harsh, but they had each other and their loved ones and it was enough. They overcame the darkness. And Harry, after very careful consideration and many debates with Fleur, Apolline and Mr. Delacour (How is he gonna be named?) finally decided to propose. Just like a relationship with a Veela was far from ordinary, in many ways scary yet oh so fulfilling, Veela bonding rites were unusual. When Harry asked the important question, Fleur looked deep into his eyes, as if judging his soul, and with a serious mien nodded once.

They went to the Veela enclave from which Apolline originally came. There they announced their intent. Quickly a group of elders came and separated them. Both Harry and Fleur went through ritual cleansing and much preparation, until, after a few days, they were ready and brought into a circular arena.

There Harry and Fleur stood, facing each other and surrounded by grim looking Veela elders and hopeful young Veela. Fleur looked magnificent in white robes that did nothing to hide her lithe figure. She stood resplendent and surrounded with soft silvery glow. It was difficult to keep his wits about him when she turned her focus on him. The glow intensified, her hair seemingly moving on its own as if in a soft breeze. She started a sensuous, slow dance, her glow seeming to hit even his peripheral vision, forcing him to focus on this vision of loveliness. He had the urge to boast of having beaten some of the worst dark wizards Europe has ever produced, of driving away monsters that leave lesser men trembling.

Yet he knew no such boasting was needed, for Fleur has stood with him throughout it all. He shook his head and simply smiled at his beloved. The circle of elders all bowed their heads. “The Trial of Will you have passed.”

Now both Harry and Fleur dropped into combat stances, wands appearing in their hands. A fast and furious duel ensued, with the elders having to strain their considerable magic to protect the onlookers. The fight was truly fierce, both combatants so fast their wands seemed to blur, eldritch lightning whipping the arena. Fleur, lithe, fast and agile, fighting with grace, Harry fast, direct and brutal, hammering her with unrelenting intensity. Finally Fleur let go of her wand, feathers sprouting on her trembling arms, her lovely face gaining a sharp beak, she spread her scaly wings and, talons extended, dove for Harry. Harry didn’t waste time and prepared himself for the onslaught. Though he suffered quite a few scratches, he managed to avoid the beak and flames. Through a combination of speed, agility and technique, he brought Fleur down, both combatants panting fiercely.

Again, the circle of elders bowed their head, this time with much respect.

“The Trial of Might you have passed. The Trial of Devotion awaits.”

Both Harry and Fleur, still panting, locked gazes, Harry’s green into Fleur’s birdlike eyes. Up close, he felt Fleur’s taut muscles, yet also her soft curves. He was also painfully aware of his own hardness and knew that it would be impossible for Fleur to miss. Even transformed, Fleur was extremely desirable. As both his and her hands moved to remove what remained of their garments, Harry’s lips found a pulse point on her neck just as her incredible heat engulfed him.

As Harry and Fleur became one in a ritual both animalistic and beautiful, the Veela elders smirked knowingly. “The Trial of Devotion you have passed.” The young Veela whooped and cheered as Fleur’s beak left a bloody wound on his shoulder that seemed to hiss and burn. Yet the only thing Harry noticed was the gorgeous Veela, his gorgeous Veela, his Flower, expressing the most primal of needs. He met her and matched her move for move.

A little (SFW) continuation: The Veela elders surrounded the newly bound, happily exhausted couple and turned to the gathered denizens of the enclave. “Fleur and Harry now belong to each other. They are thrice bound!” Cheers erupted from the audience and Harry and Fleur exchanged adoring smiles. “Bound by Love!

“Love!” echoed the audience. “Love!”

Harry blushed slightly when Fleur pecked him on the cheek. Irrational, considering the show they have given them, but love is nothing if not irrational. The elders continued, “Bound by Magic!”

“Magic!” the audience echoed again. “Magic!”

A tingle went through Harry’s shoulder and Fleur too slightly shuddered. Harry well remembered the marks he himself left on her.

“Bound by Rite!” the elders’ voice boomed.

“Rite! Rite!” the audience erupted.

“Let none split the couple thrice bound. And Gods have mercy on anyone foolish enough to try! Because the Veela will show them NONE!” the last words were practically roared and Harry felt goosebumps as the audience started cheering. “NONE! NO MERCY!” the cheerful voices of the gathered Veela were a stark contrast to the message conveyed and even Fleur proudly preened. Harry would have her no other way.

A little (SFW) continuation: The Veela elders surrounded the newly bound, happily exhausted couple and turned to the gathered denizens of the enclave. “Fleur and Harry now belong to each other. They are thrice bound!” Cheers erupted from the audience and Harry and Fleur exchanged adoring smiles. “Bound by Love!

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, the one that would bind their souls together for the rest of their lives, and beyond.

As the Matriarch spoke the final words, as the magic surrounding them both rose to a great crescendo, Fleur’s soul opened itself up to its mate, reaching out, baring itself in its entirety. Harry’s soul did not reach back.

TO the shock and horror of the watchers, the ritual fails.

For hosting the horcrux in his body had made harry’s soul a living contradiction. Warm, yet utterly frigid.

Open, yet closed off to all. There, but so hidden it may as not well be.

And the doubt returned. Fleur refused to give Harry up. Their souls may not have bonded, but they were made for one another, and both refused to accept anything else. The Veela coven no longer acknowledge Harry, neither as Fleur’s mate, nor as a living individual.

In another world, in another life, acknowledging their love would be all they needed. Bond or no bond, they would go one to live full, happy lives.

Yet this was not that world.

For you see, in the bonding ritual, Veela bare not only their soul, but their lives, their vitality, their entire existence. In a normal case, the bonding seals it, strengthening all that is bared.

Yet there was no bond, so Fleur’s being was left open.

And she began to wither away.

It was slow at first, yet as it began to speed up, the situation got more and more dire. Harry, unable to see his love slowly dying because of him, leaves on a journey to fix himself, to heal his soul, to open himself up to the bond to save her.

Appoline, Gabrielle and the rest of their family and friends stay with Fleur and protect her. Yet the pressure keeps mounting, as the rest of the coven, terrified for the life of one of their members, tries to force her into a bond, if only to keep her from fading away.

And after being sick for multiple days in a row, Fleur gets some shocking, terrifying news.

She’s Pregnant. With Harry’s child.

I see two ways this goes:

1. GOOD END:

Harry works himself to the bone, living a destructive, suicidal lifestyle, searching, learning, travelling from country to country, often multiple times a day.

He spends sleepless nights and harsh days, searching, chasing every lead, as the clock ticks down. He learns more in those days than he had in his entirety of existence, yet its never enough.

Back at home, Fleur’s condition is getting worse. The coven is getting more desperate to have her bond, and Harry and Fleur’s family and friends begin staying over, to keep her safe, to keep her alive.

Yet Fleur is fading away. The withering begins to speed up, and the stress of pregnancy bears down on her, ever growing. Yet, through love and pure strength of will, she hangs on, determined to live for her Harry and their child growing inside her.

Harry’s final gambit leads him back home, back to Fleur, who has nearly faded away. Terrified he’s failed, he holds her close one last time and weeps, apologising over and over and over.

And in those final moments, in that fear, his soul opens itself up to the last, grasping touch of Fleur’s, and they intertwine. Harry sobs despondently, eyes squeezed shut, heart shattered…. And he feels a soothing touch, a familiar touch, dainty fingers weakly treading through the absolute mess his hair has become. He looks up, and see’s Fleur’s smile. Tired, weak, yet alive. Hoping beyond hope, he kisses her. And she kisses him back.

He cant stop his tears. Yet at this point, he doesn't want to.

1. BAD END (not really):

Harry’s search takes too long. The Coven gets to Fleur. Four years after the failed ritual, Fleur lives with her emerald eyed, blond haired daughter, married to a man she believes she loves, the nephew of a member of the coven.

Yet the bond is forced, and hangs on by barely a thread.

Liberal application of memory alterations, some very impressive spellwork, and vigilant observation by the Coven has led to Fleur living in France, detached and distant from her family and her friends. Appoline and Gabrielle are prevented from meeting her, and no one from her old life knows where she is.

The memory alterations have locked away her memories of Harry, of their love for one another, of their time spent with each other.

One day, as she plays with her four year old daughter in a park near her house, Fleur’s eyes spot a handsome young man, standing in the shadow of a tree, watching them through vivid green eyes, eyes so much like those of her daughter.

He seems hauntingly familiar, but Fleur cannot for the life of her remember why.

From that day forth, she sees him again and again. Watching her, and her daughter, a soft smile on his face. Harry can't believe it. He’s found his love, his firebird. Yes she’s bonded, yes she’s forgotten him, but she’s alive. And she has a daughter. A daughter he knows to be his. Yet the Veela have come to know that he’s there.

And they’re determined to keep him away.

Yet, they’ve never truly gone up against Harry Potter when he’s focused.

He is going to get his love back. He is going to hold her again, hold their daughter in his arms, hold them close and tell them he loves them.

And nothing is going to stop him. Nothing.

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

Everyone expected him to join the aurors, or to become the defence professor, or maybe even a loose-cannon bounty hunter. No one expected him to become a chef.

Everyone expected her to go far, to be an enchantress, a researcher, maybe even a ward breaker. No one expected her to take a job in a book store.

Harry didn't need much, he'd learned enough magic to take care of 90% of his physical needs, which meant that his ridiculously low income from giving cooking lessons was more than enough to support him.

Fleur couldn't cook. She'd tried, she'd struggled, she'd burnt a pot of water. Fleur couldn't cook. It wouldn't be much of a problem, except that she liked good food and didn't earn enough money to buy it.

Harry stared down in bemusement at his schedule for the week. There was Mrs Fawcett, there was Mr Slyte, but there, at the back, as a name he had never expected to see on his calendar. Friday, three o'clock, Fleur Delacour.

Growing up in a rather religious household, Elena Richardson was the rebel child of three. She listened to post punk, heavy metal and several things that were considered Satanic by her parents. It wasn’t until her 20th birthday in which she realized just right her parents were when Earth was invaded by legitimate demons!

After 16 days of avoiding death at the hands of zombie men and a bunch of other horrible things Elena Richardson found not just a God, but a God, the doom slayer the only being on the planet who can casually kill hundreds upon hundreds of demons with no effort.

He is the destroyer! He is God; he is, the slayer! He. Is. DOOM!

How to get Harry/Fleur together without upsetting the Weasley's or her cheating on Bill:

1. Bill comes out as homosexual. He was under pressure as the firstborn male heir of the Weasley's to propagate the family line so he denied his true feelings.
2. Bill goes missing on a trip to Egypt. Months go by and Harry is there to help Fleur through his death. He comes back years later (amnesia or whatever plot device) but Fleur and Harry have already gotten married.

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 die, she's more annoyed he's staining her dress. Harry is confused. sure, he's not great at being scary, but he expected at least some existential terror. She tells him its really hard to be scared when he's being so messy and that its disgusting, and she's going to stick with him until he learns how to feed more elegantly.

[Optional: Turns out she's been reading a lot of romanticized vampire works, and has been dreaming of being assaulted by a sexy vampire and him being taken by her, spiriting her away to marry him. Harry fits the sexy part fine, but he's not elegant or dashing enough for her tastes.... yet]

Fleur is a famous supermodel/actress/social media icon

Harry is a nameless bodyguard under her employ

Fleur has dozens of bodyguards employed at any given time, so she pays him no notice. She also doesn't treat them well, so the turn-over is very high.

She also makes a lot of enemies

But one day when a mad-in-love fan kidnaps her, and hires a small army of criminals to do it, Harry is the only bodyguard who risks his life to rescue her, and also kick the ass of countless hired goons, while also looking hot doing it

And when Fleur sees him on video doing everything possible to rescue her, even battle against death, something awakens in her

Inspired by like Take, or Boon the Bounty Hunter, or like ten over movies. Not very serious? Brutal Harry? War Hero Harry with dark, mysterious past but a heart of gold? Yes

Another random idea: Harry and Fleur are internationally famous art thieves in the vein of the Saint, Arsene Lupin, and Lupin the Third + Fujiko Min

Fleur Delacour, an agent of the New Auroria Bakery is given the assignment to look into a case of their Choco Lava Cake shipment vanishing in hyperspace before it reached the Stjarna system.

She hires a hotshot independent captain and his small fleet, a certain Captain Potter, to look into this mystery.

What else will their journey reveal?

Veela are sought after by men and wizards alike. It was even worse in the past during the time of emperors and warlords. To protect themselves, veela grouped together in colonies, safety in numbers and all. While this protected them from some of the smaller groups, and even the occasional monster, this made them a target for larger groups like armies.

A solution was proposed, to protect themselves from monsters they would make monsters of their own. They needed them to be loyal and their magic did not lend itself to the creation of golems, so they chose a readily available animal known for its senses and loyalty. Wolves. Their plan was to bond this with a human. Veela themselves could not do it as the animal spirit would clash with the bird they already possessed. Their sons on the other hand would serve quite well as a host. This would also serve as a way to keep their sons close, rare as they were. Before this they would have to send them to a nearby village before puberty, as even they were affected by the allure of so many.

The plan worked and the wolves protected their masters with their lives. An unintended side effect was that the wolves were able to spread the curse to others who survived their bite. The curse would be known as lycanthropy by wizards. As the attacks on veela colonies became less common, the need for guardian wolves became almost nonexistent. Most werewolves nowadays are feral because they have not bonded with a veela who can quell their rage. They are preprogrammed to kill anything that is not a veela or an animal.

Harry is bitten at the end of third year by Remus, maybe by Fenrir who came with Voldemort, or perhaps somewhere in between Halloween and Hogwarts. Fleur shows up for the Triwizard Tournament and Harry feels an odd pull towards her and is strangely protective of her.

Alternative: Would be each veela gets a wolf at a young age, and Harry was Fleur's. This would be more like all the bodyguard Harry fic's with a dash of French Harry.

Simple, fluffy au in which Fleur goes to the only person she knows that can cook, Harry Potter, and asks him to give her lessons.

Harry thinks cooking is rather easy and fun, so he agrees, believing that it would only take an hour or so to teach her some basics

But boy was he wrong. Fleur is worse at cooking than Dudley.

She is abysmal, everything turns out salty even if she doesn't add any salt. The bread caught fire, the pasta tasted like cement and the less said about the macarons the better.

Harry had his work cut out for him.

Bonus points for funny dialogue in which Fleur refuses to admit she needs help. As well as Fleur failing to cut veggies and Harry comes behind her, wrapping his arms around her, his hands over hers as he shows her how to properly hold the knives.

Narcissa Black, formerly Malfoy, glared at the idiot that would no longer be her son.

"You know what, you little shit?" Narcissa said with a snarl. "There's something that I've always wanted to tell you…"

"What, you bitch," Draco said to his former mother.

Narcissa grinned, "Your real mother was a House Elf!" She turned and happily skipped to where Harry and Fleur were waiting. "I've always wanted to say that!"

"LIES! Those are LIES, you BITCH," Draco screamed.

Narcissa laughed as she gave both Harry and Fleur a searing kiss. "Can we go?"

Harry said, with a daze, "Huh? What?"

"Come along, love," Fleur looked at Harry with a smirk. "I believe Cissy wants some 'private time'."

"Indeed I do," Narcissa said, as she looked back at an open-mouthed Draco. She linked arms with Harry and Fleur and they both left Hogwarts together.

"Wait...wait till my Father hears about this!" Draco screamed as he hurried home.

Later at Malfoy Manor, an exasperated Draco cornered his father, Lucius, in the study.

"Father...please, tell me…" Draco said, "that bitch said terrible lies about me!"

Lucius rubbed his forehead, "What did she tell you?"

"She, she...said that my mother...my real mother...was a House Elf," Draco said with horror.

"Well, that's…" Lucius picked up a mirror and turned it towards Draco.

Draco looked into the mirror and screamed...the face that was staring back at him was...a House Elf...

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.