Flowerpot

In one life, Petunia Evans would have fallen in love with a man named Vernon Dursley, and with that love the resentment she held for her older sister would have grown. In another life, she would nurse Jacob Grimm back to health after an accident left him widowed, later falling in love and marrying the much older man. With Jacob's patient determination, she would reconnect with her younger sister.

In one life, Harry Potter would grow up unloved, and would have to contend with the bullying of his cousin. In another life, he would grow up loved by his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Jake, and he would have a big brother in the form of his cousin Ben.

In one life, Harry Potter would marry Ginerva Weasley, and stay with the family he found in the Wizarding World. In another life, he would marry a French Flower, the only person he had met who could set his heart alight.

In one life, Harry would go on to become a successful Auror, and help bring a level of security to Wizarding Britain. In another life, he would leave for New York with his wife, after he got a call from his cousin about something happening on a space flight...and his life would never be the same afterwards.

(a little thing that came to life when i remembered that dear old Ben Grimm has an Aunt Petunia, fairly obviously a Fantastic Four crossover, with some obligatory flowerpot)

Ellinora Trelawney had been blessed by the prodigious gifts that ran through her bloodline, yet she was untouched by the desperately forced air of mysticism that had defined her mother. Self-assured and competent, she conducted her magic with a grace that inspired confidence in those who sought her council.

A young couple, one with wild, midnight black hair, the other graced with the ethereal beauty of starlight, approached her humble residence in downtown London.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, love? I'm sure that I've had enough experience with prophecies to last a lifetime."

"Non, I am not so sure. But we are here, and there must be a reason for this."

Fleur was right. They had received the letter bearing an open invitation months prior, and though they had at first resolved to be content with a future unknown, a nagging feeling at the back of their minds would not let them rest.

Harry nodded and took Fleur's hand in his own as they walked up a set of cobbled stairs. His heart beat with the intensity of a Keith Moon solo that reached a crescendo as he knocked upon the unassuming door to the seer's apartment.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

Fleur squeezed his hand and sent him a nervous smile that wavered in tandem with his pounding blood.

The door opened, revealing a petite young woman dressed smartly in a white blouse and woolen grey skirt. She would not have looked out of place in a law firm or brokerage house had it not been for the unnatural spark of wisdom in her bright, silvery eyes.

"Ah. The soon-to-be wed Potters find themselves on my doorstep. Would you believe me if I said that I had not been expecting you?" A quiet voice warbling with humor and a tilt of her lips were all it took to break the tension that had been building between the young lovers.

They exchanged pleasantries and Elliora led them into her home. Harry had been expecting the overbearing stench of incense and the garish decor that felt appropriate at a themed casino.

Instead, they were greeted by soft mahoganies highlighted by touches of lush plantlife, and the rich, heady smell of freshly brewed coffee.

They soon settled into a small but cozy sitting room and sat facing one another. Harry and Fleur found themselves at a loss for words, unable to gather the courage to state their purpose.

They were saved by Elliora's gentle beckon. "You came here to have your future read. It's natural to seek affirmation when you're about to be married, so just relax. It's not a weakness, and if my craft has taught me one thing, it's that no future is set in stone."

Fleur leaned into Harry's side. "We are confident in each other, but..." She swallowed, unable to continue.

"We know what society thinks about our kind of relationship. No matter how we feel about each other, we want to make sure that we... our families won't suffer because of the bigotry of others."

Elliora shook her head and her voice gained a hard edge. "Well that's quite stupid, isn't it?"

Harry and Fleur looked at her with eyes wide with shock. "Ex-excuzez moi!"

Elliora laughed, her silver eyes gleaming like the crystal balls her mother had held so dear. "You don't need my magic, but if it makes you feel better, you have a higher possibility of a happy life than most."

Harry looked to his fiance and saw the same confusion he felt reflected in her shimmering blue eyes.

"I don't understand. How could you know? You didn't do, well, anything!"

"Magic often speaks, Harry Potter, yet for you and Fleur, it sings your praises. All that is left is your own choices, your own will. Now look at her, Harry. Tell me, tell her, what does your future hold."

He gazed at Fleur, her soft blond hair glimmering in the halflight, her eyes bluer than robins eggs, mouth slightly opened in a way that captivated him. He absently wondered what she saw in that moment as she gazed back, but he knew his answer. No matter what the future brought, he would have Fleur Delacour by his side.

"My future. Our future. All my futures lie with you."

Prompt: Petunia awakes one morning to find a parcel on her kitchen table 4 years to the date her estranged nephew came to her lonesome's door.

The words "How To Raise a Respectful Lord/Lady: A Muggleborn perspective" stuck out to her, as a female with greying black hair smiled softly, as she pulled her cloak back over her head, and disapperated.

(TL;DR: Minerva sets Petunia and Harry up for success by letting them know of his inheritence; He grows up knowledge of his responibilities, and 2 loving aunts. Vernon and Dudley dont exist, RW/MW/AD bashing)

The Potters, as many old families, had a family guardian, in their case, a spirit of a Lady in White. At times, she appeared when she wanted to warn the Potters of impending threats, looking tall, gaunt and grim, bearing a cup that would be filled with sorrow and a bloodied knife.

At other times, she appeared, resplendent in a glowing white gown, beaming happily and holding a horn of plenty, signalling that the Potter family could expect good years. And when she appeared at the head of a child’s crib, the Potters knew that child to be of special importance. She was there, holding a map and a wand, when Abraham Potter was born, a known traveller and one of the first American Aurors. When Henry Potter was born, she stood over his crib with the Scrolls of Wizarding Law, heralding the birth of a great statesman and an even greater man.

She stood there when Harry Potter was born, weeping bitter tears, holding a chalice and a knife, unseen by the parents. She watched as the Potter family, once prosperous and numerous, dwindled to a single infant abandoned on a chilly night. That would not do.

The Dursleys were a perfectly normal family, yet things changed when they took in the spawn of Petunia’s sister. Things in the house rattled. Steps of people unseen sounded throughout the house. Doors creaked and opened by themselves, cups cracked and shattered. And food seemed to appear close to little Harry whenever they tried to feed their little Diddykins more. Dudley’s toys broke more often when he bullied his cousin. At first, Petunia thought it to be accidental magic, yet when those things kept happening even when little Harry was at school, she grew truly afraid.

And Harry, he smiled at odd times, looking at the corner of his room, one that always seemed to radiate an unnerving chill to the Dursleys. And at school, Harry drew pictures of a beautiful tall lady in white, directing a warm smile at him.

Strictly a structural prompt this time, no plot.

Protagonists:

• Character A
• Character B

Antagonists:

• Character A
• Character B

Motivation:

• A wants C
• B wants D

Conflict:

• B is in-between A and C
• A is in-between B and D

Resolution:

• B stops A, but A also stops B
• A stops B, but B also stops A

Theme:

Both A and B start out not caring about the other, but are each other's Antagonistic forces. Over time, they grow to care more about spiting each other than getting what they want. Eventually, both of them succeed in stopping the other from getting what the other wants, at the cost of what they want themselves. Despite this, they both win. They have grown to care more about spiting each other then they have about their original goals, and as such they both win despite paradoxically also losing.

Part 1

Because he split his soul too often, Voldemort actually died when Lily's protection threw his curse back at him. Harry is not a Horcrux, but the other ones are still around, but acting comparable to the diary or how the medallion affected the trio rather than respawn beacons.

Year one happened as it did, but Quirrel is acting for some underground group who want infinite gold. Year two happens as it does in canon, as does year 3. Year 4 is canon, but Harry is entered to kill him in a humiliating way rather than for the graveyard plot. He gets no help and struggles more. Year 5 has Umbridge in Hogwarts due to the Fudge/Dumbledore powerstruggle and the falling standards. It ends with Umbridge exposed and Fudge thrown out due to the scandal.

Here's where things get interesting. Lucius Malfoy is elected as new Minister and starts to make subtle changes. Certain wordings of laws which can be used by the wizengamot and such. He does not ban Muggleborn from high positions but creates a system which looks fair at first glance, with the devil in the detail. Most of books 6 and 7 pass that way.

Part 2

Now enter Harry, who has just passed his NEWTS and turned 18, taking up a seat. He is promptly thrown under the bus by more experienced politicians and left looking a fool in debates since he never had proper oratory training. So he makes Hermione his aide, which helps him but takes a lot of effort. Andromeda could also fill this role, or be an additional advisor. One evening, he takes a break and goes to the Leaky for a pint or five, where he runs into Fleur, the persona non grata of the Weasley family after she broke off the engagement after the Weasleys were their canon selves. They have a few drinks together and agree to meet again next week.

Harry lowkey panics since he does not know whether that meeting will be a date or not. They meet, have fun and agree on a repeat, again not defining if date or not.

Basically, a romance story while Harry has to learn the political stuff fast enough to stop Malfoy's slow burn takeover of the magical world and do something against the people who supported and enabled Malfoy. Maybe have methods get dirtier down the road, with mafia style extortion, intimidation and such, where Malfoy uses some of the muscle of the old gang for that while the better Death Eaters are helping him in the Wizengamot.

Part 3

Because they struggle economically, Muggleborns turn to crime and build their own district in one of the poorer areas of Diagon Alley. They Band together to protect their shops, offer loans, help people to find jobs and such. Malfoy sends his thugs against them, sparking a gang war in the poorer parts of magical London. Some people smell a profit and open shops in "hostile" territory, content to pay protection money, others pretend to do so and spy.

To counter Malfoy's takeover of the underground, Harry has to work together with them, maybe even usurping one of Muggleborn gangs. Tonks would be ideal for the kind of infiltration/spy arcs which would follow. Fleur on the other hand would have connections to France or the Veelas which would be useful, while publicly playing Harry's better side. To counter French and or Veela involvement, Lucius uses his own underground connections to Ireland and/or Scandinavia.

In the end, Harry might have to turn on one of the Muggleborn gangs because they crossed a line (too much collateral damage for example, or selling hard drugs).

For the setting, this could include the run down parts of muggle London as well as a darker version of Diagon. Abandoned railway and underground tunnels, closed industrial estates, old warehouses and so on.

Ft. Runaway!Harry

After his aunt knocked him out with a pan, 6 year old Harry magically apparates himself away from England to the elegant Black chateau tucked away magical along the coast.

Intelligent as he is, he makes a nest of sorts in a tree and does his best to survive.

Wandering lost in this strange place, he soon comes across the impressive castle, surrounded by hills of grapes and vines on the sides opposite the woods. A house elf notices him and little Harry struggles to understand this new world around him. Being so young, he accepts this new strange world and decides to befriend the strange elves and hide from those who visit the castle for as long as he is able.

He has learned some interesting tricks about magic and is intuitively paying attention to the world around him, learning more everyday. The elves visit him and bring him comforts and food. It is about eight months after he appears in France when he is popped away to Cassie and Arcturus Black when they return for their annual stay at the chateau.

His stay in the forest changes him greatly and he refuses to simply live by the constricting rules "Aunt Cassie" and "Uncle Arcturus" attempt to bestow on him. With the introduction of brooms, pleasant dinners, and interesting stories, Harry begins making small concessions and, after witnessing their impressive magical tricks, he accepts their offer to teach him magic and some of the finer things of society, yet maintains a rejection of all things that are normal and accepted for the sake of being normal.

Shortly after Harry starts spending more time with the aging Blacks, they take him to the French Magical Quarters, Place Cachée. He hears something that sets him on edge and seeks it out. Lady Delacour is being threatened by a wizard who manages to have pulled a wand on the mother out with her baby and older daughter. Harry gets the wizards attention, yelling at him, and the witch sends a stunner at him that hits true.

When Aunt Cassie and Uncle Arcturus finally make it to them, they are rude to the Delacour's, who's oldest daughter is suddenly keen for a noble penpal to practice her English writing with. Arcturus rudely dismisses the gesture from there Veela child, and Harry defiantly rejects that and nearly begs Fleur to send him letters, promising to start learning how to read and write (mostly to piss of his cranky aunt and uncle).

Harry and Fleur are both suffering after the war.

For Harry, he has seen too much and can no longer comprehend a life without suffering and pain. He jumps at every shadow, his heart is set racing by every little thing. His mind, trained to anticipate danger and never to accept safety, grows more and more tense as the peace stretches on, waiting for a cathartic ambush that will never come.

For Fleur, she has seen just enough. She had never known suffering before the Triwizard tournament, and even in the war she was exposed to very little. For most of the conflict her role was as an informant in Gringotts, and she was not good enough a fighter to serve in any but the most desperate of battles. Battles like the battle for Hogwarts. She saw things there that she couldn't believe, that hearing refused to comprehend. Now, the things she saw haunt her every moment, and prowl like hunters through her dreams.

Everyone around them is recovering and moving on, or else has someone close enough and understanding enough to help them through their coping. They don't. The two of them drift away from their friends, and eventually drift towards each other. They find solace in the silent company of someone just as broken as they are. After some time in this status quo, they learn of one more broken soul. Dennis Creevey.

Dennis Creevey was shattered by the loss of his brother, but with a strength unfathomable to either Harry or Fleur he has carried on. He took up his brother's camera and his passion, sharing the world's wonders with those unable to witness them for themselves. But at night, the young man sits silent and still, surrounded by unmoving pictures, fragments of dead time.

He joins them, but he's different. He's stronger than either of them, but more fragile too, and Harry and Fleur grow to care for him more than even themselves. So, when Dennis says that he is going to climb Mont Blanc the muggle way and capture the beauty of its peak for all wizards to see, Harry and Fleur decide silently that he will not go alone.

Mountains are powerful places. The unmoving witnesses of time and change, they call to the lost like beacons. Three lost souls look up at the summit, only one of whom can see their destination. Harry and Fleur have not yet seen fit to raise their heads, seeing only the very step before them. But as they climb, they will learn. As they climb, they will grow. And as they climb, they might just find each other along the way.

At the foot of the mountain one thing is certain, all three of them dream of the gleaming skies above.

The Potters used to own a cat. While little Harry was a little rambunctious, the cat adored him, as did all members of the household. When his parents died, the cat imprinted on little Harry and accompanied him to Privet Drive. There, it proved to be not only loyal to Harry, it kept outsmarting the Dursleys. And soon, there were kittens, courtesy of one of the kneazles bred by Mrs Figg.

And so it came to be that wherever Harry went, he was accompanied by a few cats. Whenever he was upset, there was a purring bundle of fur to soothe his nerves. And he of course repaid the affection in full. Harry adored his cats and there were always headpats aplenty. Aunt Marge’s Ripper once tried to chase Harry, but feeling the numerous glinting predatory eyes on him, he turned tail.

Thus, Harry comes to Hogwarts accompanied by numerous cats and kittens, for even if he tried to keep them at Privet Drive, they would find a way to hide in his trunk.

Potter’s Pride becomes famous at Hogwarts, the preternaturally smart cats all doing their best to protect their human. Peter Pettigrew takes one look at the situation and decides that it’s not worth the risk, he flees during Harry’s first year at Hogwarts.

Mr Filch takes quite a liking to Harry as Mrs Norris takes one look at the boy and rubs herself against his legs. Harry, well used to such behaviour by then, knew exactly where to rub for maximum effect.

Any female wanting to date Harry needs to gain the approval of all of his cats, as several girls at Hogwarts found out. They also found out that feline vengeance can be quick and stealthy.

prompt for a one shot inspired by a recent video I posted over on the discussion channel: When Harry and Fleur go on a date in diagon alley, Harry is hit by a sudden spark of mischievous inspiration and let's the Puns flow. Harry: "Hey Fleur. I got us some Flour! Hope you're ready to by swiped off the floor!"

Harry can't escape the attention he gets in the wizarding world, and hasn't had time to learn to cope since the war ended. So, he went to then one place wizarding press are not legally allowed to go: the Muggle world. Now living comfortably hidden in the heart of Auckland, New Zealand, a city with no magical community to speak of, Harry takes comfort in writing letters to friends, spoiling Teddy and the Weasley children on holidays, and working various low-pressure Muggle jobs to stay busy.

He is sufficiently surprised, to say the least, when Fleur Delacour turns up at his doorstep asking concerning questions about soul magic. Through her work with magical artifacts, an accident at work lead to a curse attaching itself to her soul, ripping her away from the present reality and into another parallel universe for longer and longer periods. Right now, it's only a minute or two, but every disappearance is longer than the last.

Considering that all soul magic knowledge was suppressed in an effort to prevent the spread of its usage, Harry is the only living example of how soul magic affects the person to which it is attached. Feeling obligated to help people he considers family, he offers his services as a test subject and research assistant.

The research turns up a single unappealing treatment option: Lock Fleur into the parallel universe, but she would be trapped there.

This would be Flowerpot, and as the research continued Fleur and Harry would grow closer and closer, until Harry decides to join her in the alternate reality so she isn't alone. A good epilogue from the story would be to reveal that Harry and Fleur have figured out how to communicate with their former reality, and the final chapter of the fic is their letters back in forth Ron/Hermione/Gabrielle talking about their new life and what has happened while they were gone.

Pledge thy Life to Realm and Quest

Sword and Shield both Order blessed

With righteous Heart and World to trod Swear thy Heart to the Winged Lord

No fearsome Foe nor Abyss black

No moat or wild shall hold thee back

Let Faith and Honour be thy Guide

To Chivalry and Oath abide

Now swear thy Vow, take up the Fight

Raise thy Sword and Rise a Knight!

There were complications during Fleur’s birth, and she was technically stillborn. Healers were able to bring her back, but she was ‘dead’ for over 3 minutes.

Fleur’s parents were naturally concerned about Fleur but saw no complications as she grew up. Naturally, they were reticent to try again and didn’t try for another child until 8 years after Fleur was born.

It became apparent later that there were complications, after Fleur transformed for the first time and her wings were black instead of the usual white of the European veela.

After her first transformation she could also see what she soon realized was death hanging around people. It was especially heavy around older or ill people. The one time she followed her parents to a murder trial she saw death hanging around the accused, yet it was somehow different from the elderly or ill.

Fleur continued with her life her strange abilities not affecting her life much, especially living outside of an enclave as she rarely transformed. However, when she went to Hogwarts, she was shocked to see the amount of death hanging around the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry Potter, a magus, an orphan of uncertain lineage, a street rat that made himself into an adventurer, had born a burden his whole life. Like a shadow hanging over him, symbolized by a strange scar on his forehead, a touch of something dark lingered on him.

After a harrowing adventure that would have broken lesser men and women, he finds himself at a monastery of Sarenrae, the Dawnflower, goddess of healing, redemption, and the sun.

The clerics and paladins there welcome him, respectful of an adventurer that bore a dark shadow for so long and overcame it.

The paladin that hosts him in the monastery, overlooking his healing, is none other than Dame Fleur Delacour, of the Order of the Sunburst.

Voldemort, in his quest for immortality, travelled all around the world and beyond. He learned magic beyond the ken of normal wizards, dealing with beings beyond comprehension. In his quest, he made many deals, but he always sought only his own profit. And so, though many beings made pacts with him and he subjugated many more to his will, he also made many powerful enemies. It is the age-old compact stopping these beings from directly interfering with the mortal world, that Voldemort used to his advantage. All Death Eaters bearing his mark have made a pact with him, exchanging part of their soul for a sliver of His own power, in turn, their belief in Him empowers Him, allowing Voldemort to ascend to a resemblance of godhood. At Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore tries to prepare Harry as best as he can for his inevitable fateful encounter with Voldemort, but even Albus struggles with unravelling Voldemort’s secrets. And on numerous nights now, Harry had trouble sleeping, turning to and fro, plagued by strange dreams. Even this night, Harry dreams, but this time, it is different. He stands in a room filled with shadow when a doorway opens. A figure shrouded in darkness approaches him. “Harry Potter,” though the figure doesn’t speak, Harry hears the words in his mind, “long have I wished to speak to you. We have much to discuss.”

It was a question that forced the 9-year-old to lower her book and look over at the 7-year-old beside her. He had wild black hair and striking green eyes. It was the start of a wonderful relationship.

Fleur and Harry meet in the daycare of the ICW during a monthly meeting. Dumbledore who is raising Harry brought him along, and Fleur was brought by her father.

“So wait”, Fleur said, sitting cross legged in the air, staring at the boy in front of her, “You summoned me why?”

Harry blushed lightly, ducking his head as he murmured something she couldnt make out.

“What was that?”

“I said I was lonely,” Harry repeated, his blush more prominent now. “Let me get this straight,” Fleur Delacour said, concerned, as she stood straight in the air, her hand pointed at her chest, “You summoned me, a fae of passion and fire, because you were lonely? You sold your soul to me in a pact, because you were friendless? Doesnt that seem… a bit too shallow to you?”

“Hey! I have friends!” Harry said defiantly, green eyes piercing. She stared, and he shrunk back a bit at her deadpan expression. “I just… they’re not very close friends, you know? I.. wanted someone a bit closer?”

“So… a lover?”

“NO!” He exclaimed, blushing as he leaned back on his chair, “Not something like… that! I just wanted… a best friend, I guess?”

“Pffffft”, Fleur snorted, tumbling back in the air, her dress fluttering, as she giggled unabashedly, “A best friend? What are you, twelve?”

The dark haired boy pouted, “Sixteen!”

“Wait, really?” She stopped, reorienting herself so that she was staring at him upside down, her face inches from his, “You’re only Sixteen summers?”

“Yes?”

She blinked in surprise, “You summoned me at sixteens summers of age? Are you some kind of stupid prodigy? A miracle child?”

“Me, a prodigy?” Harry snorted in derision, “Hardly. I’m pretty bad, actually. I’m last of my year here. Professor McGonagall cant stop telling me how disappointed she is in me.”

“Huh,” Fleur muttered, her expression unreadable. Then, she blinked, and it was like a switch flipped.

Spinning in the air, she settled herself down on to his messy desk, straight on top of the assignments he had ditched to perform his summoning.

“So, Mister Best Friend”, She said, grinning, “What do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Well, you summoned me to be your best friend”, Fleur explained slowly, “So what’s the first thing you want us to do as best friends, hmm?”

“Oh, uhhh”, Harry stumbled, surprised at the fae’s sudden acceptance, “Well, there was one thing I’d always wanted to try! I’ve seen so many people do it, but I didnt have anyone to do it with!”

He offered his hand to her, open, palm facing up. His green eyes were wide, childish, desperate hope radiating from his cute face, “So uh, miss Fleur, can I hold your hand?”

And Fleur’s head exploded.

Metaphorically, of course.

Colour rushed to her face as she scrambled back, nearly falling off the desk, as she stared at the proffered hand.

Did… did he just… Her brain refused to cooperate, unable to handle the strain of his request.

Did this boy know what he had just said? She had known humans were degenerates - thats why they made pacts with demons, after all - but she hadn't been prepared for this.

Apparently not, if his devastated expression was anything to go by. His bright green eyes dulled, his face fell, and he shrunk in himself, and Fleur felt the sudden urge to hold him close and reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

What a terrifying power. [11:09 AM] She sighed, biting back her comment. The boy obviously was just ignorant. She couldnt blame him for not knowing what handholding meant to the fae.

And if he didnt know, it didnt make it as important. Or so she told herself.

Her face redder than the blood moon, Fleur reached forward, and grabbed onto her summoner’s hand, her fingers intertwining with his as she pulled herself closer.

He looked up, his eyes wide with such pure, innocent awe that Fleur felt her heart melt. His hand, soft but firm, clutched hers just a bit tighter.

“Thank you”, he said.

“J-Just dont mention it”, she said, her face uncomfortably hot as she looked away, “I’m s-serious. Never tell anyone about this.”

He nodded.

They sat there for a while, the quiet crackle of his room’s fireplace the only sound, hands intertwined.

“Your hands,” Harry muttered, and Fleur glanced over to see a soft smile on his face, his eyes far away, “They’re soft… and warm.”

He turned to her, green eyes meeting blue, “I want to hold them forever.”

And Fleur’s heart exploded.

Once again, only metaphorically.

Harry Potter was raised by his beloved grandmother, Euphemia, due to losing his parents, and his uncles, now, a more refined, but soft-spoken gentleman enters Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, watch as he grows little by little, and shocks the world with his best friend at his side!

The wizarding world has an… interesting stance on their ‘heroes’. Namely, each and every single magical 'Hero' is expected to be an honest to god, Grade-A asshole.

It's not their fault… mostly. An slew of Heroes who turned out to be massive douchebags was probably what influenced this public perception.

Merlin was a womaniser. Charles Dupont was a money laundering scumbag. Richard Marigold was a sexist slave owner. Albus Dumbledore insidiously managed to bag himself three powerful positions and hence ensured a stranglehold on British magical society, you know, the works.

So when Harry Potter showed up for his first year at Hogwarts, almost everyone, from the teachers to the house elves, expected him to be an unbearable ass.

He wasn't.

Young Harry Potter was polite, kind, and friendly. A bit out of his depth, perhaps, and unsure of himself, but a nice human being nonetheless, despite all that was said against him.

And none of them understood why. Or how.

As the years passed, even the last naysayers were forced to come to terms with the truth. Harry Potter was not an asshole.

And so, his fame skyrocketed. Across the world, wizards and witches shared increasingly fantastical stories of Harry Potter, the Hero-Who-Was-Nice.

And Fleur Delacour couldn't stand it. She didn't understand how the others couldn't see. The boy was clearly biding his time, waiting for his public perception to improve, so he could start to show his true colours without fear of repercussion! So many ‘Heroes’ had done it before! It was an insidious, masterful plan worthy of a dark lord! And she would prove it! Fleur would be the one to show the world Harry Potter’s true colours!

And The Triwizard Tournament would be her best chance….

2013, San Francisco: The first Kaiju attacks. 6 days, 35 miles, 3 cities, many dead, the beast was finally slain.

After the fourth one attacked, the world realized these things weren't going to stop. The world pooled its resources, the muggle and magical worlds put aside their resources for the sake of the greater good.

To fight monsters, the world created their own. The Jaegers, an unholy mixture of magic and machine.

Harry is an old Jaeger pilot. His drift pilot, his adopted brother, Ron was killed during his last drop. He woke up in the hospital feeling lost. He only left a card to Ron's wife, Hermione, a member of the research division, and left. He still wanted to help with the fight against the Kaiju and continued to help by working on the "Wall of Life". It was shortly after a Kaiju had just broken through a different part of the wall that a helicopter landed outside. Dumbledore had found him to drag him back into the life he had left.

Dumbledore takes him to the last Jaeger base in Hong Kong where he is putting together a last ditch effort to win. Among the personnel Dumbledore has collected he meets a man with a very green thumb, a surly Bulgarian, a blond git, a certain brunette he's dreading to face, and a pair of French Flowers.

In a world on the brink of destruction, how hard can it be to find love?

Due to how far this prompt deviates from canon, Harry could be paired with anyone, even OC's. Many people can work at the base, in non combative roles allowing for a wide cast. This could also deviate from the movie more than I have. I'm re-watching the movie before the series and this popped into my head.