Flowerpot

HP/Multi You’re now trapped in the universe of the last game you played, what do you do?

Waking up in the world of Harry Potter is incredibly strange……..especially when you ‘awaken’ during the wand choosing ceremony. Spells actually hurt…….don’t know why I’m surprised about that but they do. Anyways I was playing Hogwarts Mystery and decided to make a new character whom I just got the name done for…….wait a minute.

That guy looks kinda like my other character………..okay since that’s the case I’m currently three years older than Harry, but two years ahead of him in school. Well that’s just fantastic.

Pairings are OC/Fluer, Harry/Gabrielle. Crossover with Mass Effect but has elements from Star Wars and Stargate because Jedi and lightsabers, as well as the whole astria porta things are cool.

So, I discovered 'Sudowrite' recently and it's kinda magic. Definitely the best natural language AI I've seen so far. One of its experimental abilities is to take a prompt or summary and turn it into a scene of a few hundred words. For example: Fleur Delacour breaks into the Ministry of Magic in the dead of night. After stealing a time-turner from the Department of Mysteries, she is confronted by Harry before she can escape. Becomes... [4:14 PM] Fleur crept through the dark Ministry of Magic, her heart pounding in her chest. She had done it. She had stolen the time-turner. She was about to leave when she heard a voice behind her.

"Stop."

It was Harry Potter.

Fleur turned to face him, her heart racing. "How did you know?"

"I could hear you coming from a mile away," Harry said. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I cannot let you stop me," Fleur said, trying to sound braver than she felt.

"I don't want to stop you," Harry said. "I want to help you."

"You are lying," Fleur said. "You are trying to trick me."

"I'm not," Harry said. "You can trust me, Fleur."

Fleur looked at Harry, wondering if she could really trust him. Her mind went back to what Professor McGonagall had told her. "Listen to your heart, because it will always tell you the truth," she had said. Fleur knew that she could not trust her head or her ears, but her heart would be able to tell her the truth, wouldn't it?

"Tell me the truth, Harry," Fleur said. "Why do you want to help me?"

"Because I know what it's like to be in your position," Harry said, his green eyes boring into hers. "I'm here to help you escape."

"Why do you want to help me?" Fleur said, not letting go of his gaze. "Is it because of what happened in the maze?"

Harry nodded. "I know how much it hurts to lose someone you love."

Fleur thought back to the night that she had met Bill. He had been a handsome young man with fiery red hair and a charming smile. He had been charming and sweet, and Fleur had fallen for him just like that. She had loved him too, and when he died, she had been devastated. She had felt like she was in a living hell. And then there was what happened with Gabrielle. Her little sister had been killed by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, right in front of her eyes. It had been the most painful thing that Fleur had ever experienced, and she did not wish to experience anything like that ever again. That was why she was planning to escape into the past. She was going to make sure that none of the events that caused her pain would ever happen.

AU, Fleur Delacour is two years younger than in canon, and her father's job as the French Ambassador to the Ministry of Magic requires her family to move to Britain after only one year at Beauxbatons. Therefore, Fleur naturally attends Hogwarts from her second year onward. And at Hogwarts she is easily sorted into Ravenclaw. But being a young Veela in a new country isn't easy, especially when you hardly speak any English. So Fleur didn't expect to make any friends while there. But little did she know how much her life would change when she bumps into one of the new first-year Ravenclaws, the famous and wickedly intelligent Harry Potter.

Harry had a thirst for knowledge ever since he could remember. He always liked thinking about how things worked, from the telly, to sciences and machines, to just the greater world in general. The Durselys never answered any of his questions, and refused to ever teach him anything, so he tasked himself with learning as much as he could on his own. It also didn't help that he would be punished for getting better marks than Dudley, which was never hard. So he had to hide his natural curiosity and genius from a young age. So when he learned that a whole new world of magic existed, he vowed to learn everything he could. He must have read through his books a half dozen times before school started, desiring to not be behind his peers that knew of magic all their lives. At Hogwarts he is easily sorted into Ravenclaw, much to his delight. He had heard from Hagrid that Professor Flitwick was a Charms Master, so having him as his Head of House was splendid. But being famous for something you cannot remember isn't as fun as it sounds, and it regularly distracted him from his studies, so he often snuck away to read and practice his magic. And on one of these excursions he bumped into a pretty second year French witch with a thirst for knowledge to rival his own.

NO OP!Harry. Talented, but grounded

After one too many annoying gossip articles in the Daily Prophet, Harry is boiling with anger. The Weasley twins suggest to prank the prophet and bait them into writing some twaddle which is so obviously false that they will look like a fool for ever believing the story. So after a short brainstorming session, Harry approaches Fleur about pretending to be an item, which would have the added benefit of stopping those love triangle rumours about Hermione, Viktor and him. So the next Hogsmeade weekend, they go on a date (Harry asked Lavender for a few pointers about the most romantic things you can do at Hogsmeade), and let's just say the ruse works too well...

Harry is raised by a Veela Coven. Nuff said

Harry Potter is a young novice wizard tasked to go on a quest to prove his worthiness by his mentor, Albus Dumbledore. At Dumbledore's request, a Knight from the Beauxbatons Academy of Chivalry is assigned as young Harry's escort. The knight, a young woman named Fleur Delacour, calls Harry a "Leettle Boy" when she first sees him. Determined to gain her friendship, Harry does everything he can to impress her, sometimes succeeding, mostly failing, much to the young woman's amusement. Until the day, Harry finishes his quest and nearly sacrifices himself for her, does Fleur realize that she has fallen in love with the "Leettle Boy"

Professor Sybill Patricia Trelawney was not having a good day or a good week, to be frank she didn't have a good 15 years. Taking another sip of her ever-filling enchanted brandy bottle she recalled the exact moment her life went from heaven into a living hell. She tried to blame Lily Potter but it was not her fault she bumped into the newly pregnant woman. After she came by from the following black out, the images and scenes began all of them resulting in the either the death of Lily Potter or the death of her unborn baby and the devastation of the world followed soon. It took days before she caved in and bought her ever filling brandy bottle, the following weeks and months where a haze, she recalled Marvin (Higglebottom) leaving but not much else except for the constant bombardment whenever she closed her eyes. Soon the brandy was not enough and she considered moving on to harder stuff when one image came up that brought her momentary salvation, the young boy's parents being killed but him surviving was a chance she couldn't ignore.

Instead of being bombarded by the horrible images she at least had some hope again. The Headmaster was easy to manipulate and technically she didn't lie, Voldemort did come to the Potter house and did kill everybody there on multiple occasions, but the few where the boy survived where crucial to her own survival and in the end to the survival of the whole wizarding world.

Alas soon after the boy was saved the horrible images started again and this time, they were worse: every kind of foulness she could imagine and multiple others she couldn't happened to the poor boy. Without her trusted Sherry bottle, she wouldn't have survived the first few years, even then the process of self obliviation kept the worst images at bay.

During his schoolyears the images didn't become less graphic but at least she could see the boy was alive, not fine but alive. Very few good moments made their way into her dreams but enough to give her a glimmer of hope.

She wished she could interfere but without knowing what could happen things might become worse. Like the dreams where she did manage to save him initially but soon after the Fates deemed it necessary to take their ire out on him again. It didn't matter much who tried to save him, all of it ended badly. The Greengrasses, the Grangers, the Malfoys and even Dumbledore taking him in all ended in an early demise for the youngling.

Sighing she made her way through the nearly deserted corridors not really paying attention to her surroundings, the collision the changed her life and this time for the better was not with Lily Potter but with one of the French Students. As she went down like a sack of potatoes. Her only remaining thoughts where "not again." the last image before blissful oblivion overtook her was of Harry Potter dancing happily with the French student she just crashed into.

two seperate scenes, Rocky Horror style, Tries to seduce Harry as Fleur and Fleur as Harry

During Harry's fourth year, he has an epiphany watching Katie Bell play games with her boyfriend, witches were just the worst. Now, Harry wasn't running for the other team or developing a misogynist streak; he still could appreciate the female form and loved being friends with all sorts of witches.

But he had realized that dating a witch was the equivalent of dating someone who had free, instant access to a professional make over. If the witch you were dating had decided to muss with her hair, you wouldn't have any warning. No span of hours she had gone to the salon.

Nope, she could just leave the room one second and be back with a slightly different shade of hair or a different braid and expect compliments. That's not even getting into what would happen if you got it wrong. Harry shuddered thinking of the consequences.

Well thankfully, that really helped narrow down the candidate list for who he was going to ask to the Yule Ball. There were only certain witches that were not going to get upset if he misspoke or trying to "test" his interest. As he applied simple criteria, such as not believing in Voldemort and his brand of insanity, that really only left one.

After all, you could always just tell a Veela they looked stunning and not be wrong.

Harry Potter always was a strange child, the Dursleys thought. He made strange faces at empty spaces and sometimes spoke to open air.

Harry, however, had a strange ability. If he came across something to which a dead person had an emotional bond, he could see that person’s spirit and talk to it. And so, even at the Dursleys, he regularly spoke to his parents, whose love bound them to him tighter than any chains.

The Dursleys soon grew very uneasy around him, because he suddenly knew things he had no way of knowing.

At Hogwarts, he is nearly overwhelmed, so many things there were somehow connected to the departed, that he had a panic attack. It was the kindly intervention of both the Headmaster, and the spirit of his many times grandparents, that he calmed down. Guided by both the spirits and the Headmaster, the young Potter learned to properly utilize his talents, honing them. After all, it is quite rare for a naturally talented necromancer to be born.

Harry had an unnerving reputation even among the students. Though he was kind, he spent more time among the dead rather than the living. For example, when the delegation from Beauxbatons came, he found a moment to talk to a silver-haired girl. He complimented her wand and casually mentioned that her grandmother loves her very much. Fleur was understandably quite unnerved by such a conversation starter. Her unease grew when the younger boy mentioned things only her departed grandmother could have known.

I wanna see a fic with a squib protagonist that rises to power by using potions and alchemy to permanently alter their body and imbue it with effects and powers to overcome their disadvantage against conventional witches and wizards. Borrow the magic resistance from giants, the speed from werewolves, the durability from vampires. Imbue yourself with permanent versions of pepper up, wit sharpening, and healing potions. Give yourself the holy grail and combine alchemy with Felix Felicis to make yourself permanently, unnaturally lucky (though maybe the effect is reduced.) Strengthen your bones, enhance muscles and healing, make yourself immune to poisons and acids. *Turn yourself into the Terminator. *

There would always be some new thing that witches and wizards could throw at you, but every new trick only works once.

It was the first year Harry and Fleur were spending at the Veela Enclave they have moved to, seeking a quiet and peaceful place to live. They got their wish and Harry was quite surprised at how quickly they were accepted as part of the community. The women welcomed Fleur with squeals, hugs and kisses, while the menfolk have just nodded respectfully at Harry and invited him to the pub for a round.

Now the summer solstice has come and Harry and Fleur were spending the day cooking and baking, preparing food for the evening celebration. The whole Enclave was preparing, every family taking part.

Afternoon soon came and it was time. It took quite some effort to carry all the prepared food outside, to the edge of the Enclave, where long tables with preserving charms were prepared, at the edge of a forest. One smaller hut stood nearby, close to a wooden podium, surrounded by cleared out space. Several pyres were prepared, one rather large while others looked to be made for campfire.

Finally, it was time to begin as all the people gathered. First, one family after the other, they entered the nearby stream, symbolically bathing themselves. Then, maidens with wreathes of flowers went around, carrying bowls of burning incense and feathers, going around each person, cleansing them by smoke.

Now came the part Harry considered a bit crazy. Everyone started clapping and cheering and people split into groups, each going to one of the smaller fires. One by one, they all proceeded to jump over the fire. Thus everyone was thrice cleansed, by water, smoke and fire. For the next part, each of the young flower crowned maidens went into the forest and the others started trickling after them. When Harry found one of the young priestesses, she smiled at him and bade him to choose three herbs from the selection she had at her feet.

The divination was a strange experience for Harry, who was used to Trelawney’s theatrics. None of that was present here, only him, the priestess and the nature all around. Still, in these humble conditions, Harry felt himself watched by mysterious forces more than whenever Trelawney predicted his future. He vowed to remember this for as long as he could as he returned to the area of the celebration.

Now came one of the parts everyone was looking forward to, they sat down to the tables, drank a toast to everyone’s good fortune and started eating the delicious feast. Musicians stepped to the podium and soon the cheerful tunes of flutes and strings, accompanied by drums and singing kept everyone’s mood up. Several times they took breaks, even musicians had to eat. As there was less and less food, more people were getting up, in pairs, in groups and started dancing to the music, who wasn’t dancing was at least clapping, cheering and singing.

Fleur dragged Harry to the whirling mass of people. While it seemed like nobody followed the same steps, there were no collisions, only good cheer and laughter. As the hour grew late, the songs became bawdier and the dancing wilder. Quite often Harry beheld a flash of feathers as dancing was often accompanied by significant looks, stolen kisses and gropes.

Suddenly, however, the musicians grew silent and vacated the podium only to stand next to it. A pair of figures, a silvery blonde woman in a dress of yellow, red and orange and in a mask resembling the plumage of a phoenix stepped on the podium from the right while a man in a blue, brown and green robe, tied together with a snake-like belt, wearing a black and blue mask, stepped on the podium from the left. The musicians started again, slowly, while everyone started clapping.

A ritual dance began, the masked figures circling each other and taking turns singing. It was a dance of courting, of seduction, and as both dancers grew more daring, the audience clapped faster and faster. As the clapping grew into a crescendo, the man grabbed the woman while Harry could see feathers sprouting on her shoulders. A searing kiss followed, then both dancers took off their masks, throwing them to the audience. The man grabbed his wife (always a married couple was chosen for this honour), lifted her into his arms and carried her to the nearby prepared hut. As they stepped of the podium, her wings obscuring them from view.

Even over the sound of cheering and loud music, Harry could hear the sounds of vigorous lovemaking and a Veela’s triumphant screeching. The dancing grew frenetic now, over half of the women at least sporting feathers and various couples leaving the main group to find a secluded spot. Just as his neighbour grabbed his laughing wife and threw her over his shoulder, Harry felt a tug on his hand.

sLooking at Fleur and seeing her bird-like gaze, he couldn’t resist, as she dragged him to a comfy looking meadow, her outstretched wings tickling his nose.

Led by a warrior named Fleur, a covert group of tight-knit mercenaries with a mysterious inability to die have fought to protect the mortal world for centuries. But when the team is recruited to take on an emergency mission and their extraordinary abilities are suddenly exposed, it's up to Fleur and Harry, the newest soldier and first wizard to join their ranks, to help the group eliminate the threat of those who seek to replicate and monetize their power by any means necessary.

AKA The Old Guard, but good b/c flowerpot

Arrogance. Pride. The values of a Gryffindor. But also, often, their flaws.

Everyone expected Harry Potter to do great things in his life, doubly so after Voldemort fell. But Harry… didnt. He had grown complacent in his skill, unwilling, unable to move on from his fight against the Dark Lord. No matter how much he wanted it, he simply couldn't bring himself to try, to learn and grow and become something. And slowly, his friends and family drifted away or were pushed away, moving on, growing, and Harry Potter found himself left behind, in the dark, the same man he had been when he defeated Voldemort five years ago. And in time, Harry Potter faded from the public eye, and was forgotten.

That was how Fleur Delcour found her friend, listless and undriven, in a dingy pub in Muggle London, trying his hardest to get drunk for the nth day in a row. He’d surrendered to life, and his own weakness, convinced that he had ruined his own life, and that there was nothing left to do but try to get by, day by day.

And Fleur would not stand for it. This wasn't the Harry Potter she knew. This wasn't the hopeful, determined fourteen year old she had competed against. This wasn't the friend she had made.

And she refused to let him drive himself to ruin. She would ensure that Harry Potter lived up to his potential, come hell or high water. She couldn't do it alone, but she never had to. Harry had friends, he had people who loved him. They would save their friend from himself.

Whatever it took

A more mature(perhaps nearly a year older?) Harry managed to catch Pettigrew in 1993 and free Sirius, who is cleared of all charges, and promptly takes Harry to live with him, however, he doesn't want to live in Grimmauld Place so he goes to his family's summer house in France, one Chateau Noir, that's down the road from another manor, where one of Sirius's acquaintances lives.

Trying to find a way to not leave Harry alone while he treats himself, Sirius hires their eldest daughter to tutor Harry, enter Fleur DeLacour, who is surprised the young man is immune or very resistant to her allure, she helps him learn French(by sometimes taking field trips) and they end up connecting over social troubles, a similar taste in music and Harry's cooking. He ends up connecting with her whole family(Gabby adopting him as the older brother who spoils her) and Fleur ends up helping Harry carry himself better and focus in his studies, while Harry helps Fleur have fun and teaches her how to cast a corporeal Patronus, as the weeks pass, they become interested in each other, and eventually fall in love. As Fourth Year commences at Hogwarts, Harry and Fleur are happy they are going to be together during the year. How will the School Year and the Tri-Wizard Tournament be different with Harry and Fleur dating?

Harry Potter is the man dies. There is no death in the world, every time you die you are merely born again, and you live your lives over and over again. In a sense, we are all immortal. But there is one man that dies. His soul is reborn like any other, but he loses himself completely every time. His name is Harry, and though he doesn't know it, everyone knows who he is as soon as tells them that he cannot remember who he used to be. Harry Potter is the man that dies, he may as well find something worth dying for.

'Harry and Fleur die during an attack on them and Harry is turned into a vampire, being denied afterlife with his love. He spends 300 years mourning so deeply he only goes through the motions, and then one day he finds her again, reincarnated. This is the result of a mutual promise. Cue the romance development between him, frozen in time, and her, the same she was but completely different at the same time'

A short crackfic prompt about Veela children being carried to families via magical stork. The father's have to prove their worth and ability to defend the precious little chicks by fist fighting the roided up bird, cage-match style. Fleur forgets to tell Harry and he gets his shit kicked in at first before she yells instructions at him. Points for whoever can use the most boxer movie quotes and/or tropes.

This, but Harry/Fleur

"Fleur, please. I need you."

She cupped Harry's face tenderly.

"Me too. An eternity without you will kill me slowly. But zis is my duty, as a Veela."

The resignation across her face brings on another bout of Harry's tears.

With a final kiss to his cheek she bursts into a stream of light, so bright that Harry needs to cover his eyes. When the light fades and the colors of the world dull, she's nowhere to be found.

Veela are descendants of Chroneia (female Chronus?), the goddess of time. They are her warriors and protectors, tasked on their 19th birthday to weave through time protecting and healing rifts where time, in all it's chaos, is not enough to control for a single goddess.

But Harry, Harry Potter is not just going to let his love gallivant through time without him.