Flowerpot

Fleur learns an animagus form but it's not a bird type animal.

It's a hamster.Just to piss her off she sees Harry become a firebird

On that fateful night, Lily dies first to Voldemort’s wand, having fallen after a fierce assault to defend her baby. Voldemort offered James the option to live. There would be other women, of worthier blood and more, pureblooded, children if he would just join him and let him kill little Harry. But James refused and was slain. His courageous sacrifice triggered the protections his parents had layered on Harry and Voldemort’s killing curse was reflected back at him.

Dumbledore recognized the magic covering Harry like a comforting blanket, the echo of a father’s love. There were no truly close blood relatives to whom he could tie the protective enchantments, but the Potters have for centuries lived on the same land where they toiled, shed sweat, tears, and blood. They had been the caretakers of the Welsh Dragon Reserve for centuries, having lived there, in relative harmony with the dragons even before the Reserve got established. Though cross-breeding such as the rumours suggested, was truly impossible, some dragon magic had undeniably mixed with Potter magic over the ages.

And it is the Reserve where Dumbledore placed Harry in the end, the land whose magic resonated closely with Harry’s own. And so Harry grew up among the dragon handlers, having multitudes of adoptive uncles and aunts, becoming an unofficial mascot. He truly was loved by all the inhabitants on the reserve, of both the human and the scaly variety. Since he could walk, Harry wandered dragon lairs, played with hatchlings and was watched over by the dragon mothers. As he grew older, he had many experiences unique to him. He flew with a dragon when he was five. He helped with his first hatching when he was eight. He grew up truly bilingual, learning both English and the Dragon Sign Language that the handlers had developed to communicate with their charges. [1:30 PM] Harry comes to Hogwarts more knowledgeable about the wizarding world, a bold, decisive child, a boisterous, hot-blooded and playful boy. He is warm, attracts friends and makes rivals easily. His magic, though, reacts much more wildly than the other students. Perhaps only Seamus could match him when it came to explosions. Of all the magical elements, fire came easiest at Harry’s call. He was at home in the air. But, as friendly as he was, his ire, when roused, was a sight to behold. The young Malfoy may be called after a dragon, but he quickly learned that his magic and prowess could not compete with the wrath of a dragon, even an adoptive one.

Harry’s relationship with Fleur Delacour started as many of Harry’s activities went. Loudly. Fire was involved. Both of their friends often ran for cover for when these two fiery souls met, a spark jumped between them. With identically short tempers and their passions running high, their relationship shall never be boring or ordinary.

Fleur Potter sat in her husband‘s lap, nestling against his chest, with a blissful smile, she lifted her head to look at her husband and said, “My love? Do you remember how we got here?”

“Of course I remember darling,” Harry chuckled in amusement.

“Oh, the bodies we left that day…“ She murmured, her hot breath sent shivers down her heart’s spine.

“I think the final kill count was three hundred apiece?”

Fleur nodded, “I can’t believe it only took six hundred government officials to take over the world, want to do it again?”

This is the story of the European John Wick and Perkins, have fun ladies and gentlemen…

Harry Potter and his two friends, recent graduates from the prestigious Hogwarts Academy of Magical Arts, venture out on a desperate search. Looking for the mysterious murderer of Harry’s parents and the source of dark visions and grim omens that plague him.

Hermione, a talented witch of humble origins, boasting a wide range of spells, though she has to meticulously prepare each day to be ready to cast them.

Ron, coming from a magical family, honed his inherited talents, his magic most often working with animals, plants and the soil itself, is steadfast in his support of his two friends.

And Harry? Though magic comes easily to him, he had trouble with the structured rote learning at the Academy. His spell repertoire is much poorer than Hermione’s, though he can cast them easily with a simple gesture. His prowess with the more combat oriented spells is equalled only with the skill with which he wields his trusty sword.

Right now they are delving into one city’s underground, tracking a network of thieves and smugglers connected to a local count, a certain Lord Malfoy. Facing thugs, thieves, murderers, and various monsters in the city’s sewers, they are fortunately not alone. Another was guided by outside forces to delve into this web of darkness. An errant warrior priestess of the Everlight, the Passionate Flame, the Veela Goddess of Light, Love, and healing, whose true name is a secret zealously guarded by the clergy, Fleur Delacour joined the trio, donning flowing robes and maille, her faith’s holy symbol clutched in one hand and a saber in the other. The darkness encountered underground is an anathema to her Goddess and she welcomes the company as she goes to cleanse the filth.

Her Goddess teaches to redeem the ignorant by words and deeds, but those who refuse are to be redeemed by the sword.

Malfoy jr. blanches when he sees the familiar priestess, for he has already once promised to repent.

So, I watched Into the Spider-verse again last night. Been a while, had forgotten how good it was. Now my brain is considering 'Into the Potter-verse'.

Imagine Voldemort is defeated, but Death Eaters use a little of his blood to try and summon a new version of him. Only problem is the blood ties together the Dark Lord and the Boy Who Lived, meaning they get more than they bargained for. Multiple 'Harrys' and multiple 'Voldemorts'. A bit like Dimension Hopping for Beginners, I guess, but like Spider-verse you take a wildly out there premise and play it straight rather than for crack.

So you have an older, 'gone to seed' Harry who is lazy, but has the knowledge and experience to make it work. Maybe a Dark!Harry who comes from a dark alternate universe where Grindelwald took over the world and he's part of the resistance. And a Fleur Who Lived too, because of course. Oh, and a lost and completely baffled coffee shop AU Harry who's just happy to be included.

What other versions of Boy Who Lived or Dark Lord would you include? I quite like the idea of a coffee shop AU Voldemort too. Also without powers.

Harry and Fleur work for the ICW, Harry as one of their enforcers watching over the Statute of Secrecy, Fleur (TBD).

After the troubles with Grindelwald and Voldemort, the ICW has instituted a program of regularly sending its enforcers to member countries on rotation, to assist their aurors (or equivalents) and foster international cooperation.

And so Harry gets sent to the Magical Czech Republic, where he gets assigned a partner from their DMLE, one of the Chodec Division. They, instead of investigating wizarding crimes, usually work in the countryside, making sure that the various magical beings in that area do not reveal the magical world to the muggles, and also investigating cases of muggles going missing.

Harry’s partner and his dog companion takes Harry on a long patrol around the highlands and mountains of the border regions, meeting both the local wizards and witches, but also the Hejkals, the Jezinky, the Permoníks, Vodníks, the Žínky, and many others.

While dealing with the usual petty issues, the pair gets embroiled in bigger troubles, involving local terrorists, and Jezinky encouraged to gorge themselves on human flesh. In the final clash, Harry’s partner is mortally wounded, and after the fight both the dog who survived his partner, and Harry who recovers from his wounds, form a bond of friendship. The Czech DMLE doesn’t have the heart to separate the dog and Harry, since this magical breed forms very close attachments.

And so Fleur sees Harry return home with new scars, and a canine companion reeking of magic. While the dog and the Veela eye each other warily, Harry gives his wife the same assurance he was given by the Czech DMLE.

“Their hearts are always big enough for another friend. But you have to do it cautiously and properly.”

In this way begins Fleur’s new adventure, to gain the trust and affection of Harry’s new inseparable companion.

Medieval AU Fin’ Amors: In which an English Knight strives to gain the Favour of a Veela

The year is 1380. Sir Harry Potter, recently knighted due to his exploits in the Venetian-Genoese war, is given a new charge. He is to lead a small company, consisting of both wizards and soldiers, whose task is to safeguard an English delegation to Bohemia. Their goal is to secure a marriage between King Richard and the daughter of the Emperor, Anne of Bohemia.

Once in Prague, Harry is forced to be on his guard. There are many powerful parties who would gladly see the marriage negotiations fall through. Harry’s job is not made any easier by a certain flower of the Emperor’s court. The scion of a noble line of Bohemian veela and a wizard from the Valois court—raised in France, but in tune with her mother's heritage—Fleur Delacour is a lady far above his station.

In his youth, Harry had scorned the Chansons de Geste and their concept of fin’ amors. What need had he for such useless notions? That all changed at the first meeting of their eyes.

(Bonus thought: the wild adventures of knights in the Chansons de Geste, or courtly romances, are inspired by the magical world.)

Fin' amors translates to courtly love

Prompt: Harry and Fleur got together anytime before the Battle of Hogwarts.

Fleur Veela-bonded to Harry. As a result and unbeknown to him her life is now linked to his. So when he dies taking Voldemort’s killing curse in the forest, she dies too. And she is the one meeting him on Platform 9¾ (instead of Dumbledore). What will they say to each other?

All the women in Harry's life are gone, they've been disposed of, one by one.

But nobody has noticed.

Tonks with the power of a time turner has taken their place

Percy Jackson is Harry Potter and Sally's son. Somehow, Percy ends up at Camp Half-Blood and most of the people think he is Poseidon's son because of his looks and most of them saw him conjuring water. He vehemently denies it but everyone is determined to make him reveal the 'truth'.

Zeus and Hades are accusing Poseidon of breaking the oath and he is just tired of denying it.

Harry is laughing his ass off seeing all the chaos.

"Yes Tarco, thank you for the tea."

"It's Draco!"

"Did I stutter?"

After receiving some bad romance advice from Seamus and Dean, Harry tries to make Cho jealous by flirting with the hottest girl at Hogwarts, Fleur Delacour, Champion of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Yet somehow, Fleur finds this somewhat amusing and cute. Since when did boys two years her junior have the courage to ask her out? So she decides to play along, pretending to find Harry attractive and cute, and agrees to go to the Yule Ball with him in a few weeks. She didn't want to go with anyone anyway, since all the boys were just attracted to her due to her Veela blood. But Harry Potter is interesting at least, right? So why not agree and learn a little more about him to get an upper hand in the Tournament?

Harry, oblivious, starts to learn more about Fleur than he ever expected. And Fleur, in turn, starts being able to separate pretending to like him with her actual growing feelings.

The Yule Ball arrives and caught up in the Champion's first dance, Fleur kisses Harry for the first time.

The problem? She kinda likes it, and he's not that bad of a kisser.

Now Fleur has to decide whether to act on her growing feelings or ignore them to focus on the Tournament.

"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

Prompt : What if all the Books about Harry Potter were actually true? And Harry 'was' the legendary gallant hero of bed time stories?

Like said in the title, a What if, about all the amazing and quite outlandish stories about Harry Potter being actually true. Like his fights with Vampire Lords, slayings of dragons and rescuing of princesses etc. Making him the incredible wizard that parents tell bed stories about. Of course all those adventures when he was only two or three years old is too ridiculous even for this idea, so a little spin is in order. Something like him having Dumbledore as mentor, or Harry arriving to Hogwarts at a later year or making him older, allowing him to perform those incredible feats.

You can even redeem Lockhart and actually make him into a real good wizard and not a fraud, so that in one of his books, he actually worked alongside the legendary Harry Potter himself :)

Harry's character is of course up to you and as we're here, add in the must have Flowerpot in all this.

Tell me what you think about it, as I would love to read something like this.

The waters around the island sparkled in the midday sun, like multi colored jewels dancing atop the waves.

The sea breeze wafted across the beach, gently mussing Harry’s messy black locks as he sat atop the sands, leaning back on his elbows.

A laugh drew his attention. He turned to the shore...

And beheld a vision in silver and blue.

Fleur Delacour stood on the soft, wet sand, letting the waves wash over her feet as she smiled.

She turned to him, and he beheld her in all her summery glory.

She was dressed in a light, powder blue dress top, her shoulders bare, loose sleeves billowing in the wind.

Her top was tucked into a pair of white bikini shorts that hugged her lithe figure. A sash, the same shade of blue as her dress, was wrapped around her waist. Her legs were bare, dainty feet adorned in merely a pair of blue sandals.

Her silvery hair, done up in an easy ponytail and held in place by a dark blue bow, swayed in the wind as she smiled at him, her face lighting up angelically with joy.

What had he ever done to deserve her?

Why had she ever chosen him, of all people?

“‘Arry?”

He blinked, startled from his thoughts.

Fleur leaned over him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her shoulder as she spoke, eyes filled with concern and care, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said.

She pouted adorably, stomping her foot in the golden sands. She sat herself down in his lap, wiggling around to find a comfortable position, the feeling of her derriere doing things to him.

Her hand came up to cup his cheek, “You can't lie to me, mon amour.”

Harry smiled at her, his arms coming up to wrap around her chest, pulling her in, as he rested his head on the crook of her neck, “I’m not lying, Fleur. Just remembering how lucky I am to have someone as wonderful as you.”

She smiled, planting a kiss in his hair as her hands came up to lovingly stroke through the messy raven locks, her voice laden with love as she replied, “Believe me, ‘Arry. The feeling is mutual.”

Harry is organising a Halloween sleepover for Teddy, Bill asks him if he can slot in Victorie since he's supposed to be taking care of her for the day but there was an emergency at work (divorce with shared custody, Fleur is doing some Veela stuff on (insert old name for Halloween I can't remember ) ). Harry agrees, the more the merrier. The next morning, he's entertaining the children again, Fleur shows up joins the fun. The thing quickly turns from "entertaining children" to some competition (memory showdown, water fight, Jenga).

Andromeda shows up and watches the domestic scene. Given how well they get along, Andromeda congratulates them on their relationship, leaving them stuttering denial. Andromeda picks up Teddy and leaves, afterwards Fleur and Harry have a talk about maybe trying the whole relationship since Andromeda had a point, they got along splendidly and enjoyed each others company

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.

Watch as a Sassy and brutally honest Harry go through Hogwarts, having not only been exposed to a demonic entities, but divine entities as being of Heaven regularly interact with him, caring from him and constantly trying to get him away from the Devil himself. Magic is trivial to Harry as many of the people he interacts with are on a different level to regular mortals, with very different standards when it comes to doing magic. After all, no one has seen the devil ever use a wand.

As an addition, you could also have Harry be highly successful at seducing males and females of all ages, until a certain french blonde which comes across his path, someone who doesn't fall for his initial charms.

This tale takes place in a universe where humanity had reached stars long ago, colonizing, crumbling, expanding and shrinking many times. Harry Potter is a scoundrel, part-time smuggler, explorer, archaeologist, generally a nosy, curious individual always on a mad adventure or similar, having made plenty of friends and just as many foes.

Right now, Harry is exploring a cave on an uninhabited planet from which he detected very unusual readings. Following a few tight squeezes between the walls, Harry finds a large cavern, obviously artificial. Though it is quite dark, his flashlight reveals a huge metal object in the middle of the cavern. After a lot of walking and observation, Harry is certain, it is a starship, a very old one, of an unfamiliar design.

He manages to find an entrance and sends a probe inside, breathing in relief. The air inside is breathable. The ship’s corridors are dark and deserted, no light is on. Walking through the ghost ship is quite unnerving, but at least there are no signs of struggle, just as there are no signs of the crew at all. After some wandering and recording his sensor measurements, he finds the ship’s bridge. It was obviously meant for a humanoid species, judging by the interior’s configuration.

Just as he touches the captain’s chair, there is a shudder and a hum running through the ship. He feels the floor vibrate and then the lights turn on. He finds himself no longer alone, another figure standing right next to him, casting no shadow.

“I am the V.I.L.A. of this ship. You may call me Fleur. Welcome aboard, captain.”

Continuation by Arnie1701

Harry stumbled backwards and landed on his butt. What he was looking at appeared to be a hologram of a human female, surprisingly quite beautiful.

"What are you?" Harry asked as his hand rested on the grip of his hand blaster. "Where did you come from?"

With an imitated sigh, the hologram pinched the bridge of her nose before she spoke, "As I said before, Captain, I am the V.I.L.A. of this ship. Or; more precisely, Variable Integrated Leadership Assistant. My name is Fleur."

"How long have you been here, Fleur?" Asked Harry as he looked around the bridge.

"I do not know, Captain. A long time, it seems. My core memory systems were damaged when I crashed here," the V.I.L.A. replied. "If you do not like this form; Captain, perhaps you would prefer this one?"

The hologram briefly de-rezzed before Harry heard the sound of a door opening. Stepping onto the bridge was a human female figure of about 17 years of age with silver bright hair and cerulean blue eyes and a stunning figure. The figure extended her hand and spoke, "Hello, Captain. I'm Fleur. Your V.I.L.A."

Harry smiled, took her hand and shook it, "I'm Harry James Potter."

Harry Potter is a struggling author, having a hard time getting his characters right, always missing a little something. Then, one day, when struggling to write the main female lead for his latest attempt at writing, he’s struck with inspiration! He writes and writes and writes, the words flowing, creating a masterwork lead character, one who’s charming, elegant, fierce, and beautiful. Harry knows that this, this is it. His magnum opus, nothing will ever top the story his main character will go through. But as he’s writing her story, as the words flow from his mind to the paper, he starts feeling things. Things he shouldn’t be feeling for an imaginary woman of his own creation.

Harry knows all of this, and yet… as he continues to write, he can’t help the emotional connection forming between him and his female lead, the one made of words and paper. The ache in his heart grows and grows, from the start of her journey, to his female lead falling in love, to her first date, her first kiss… it all spiraled out of his control. He can’t help the sharp stab of jealousy even as he writes. He’s fallen in love with an imaginary woman of his own creation.

At the end of the novel, when the dashing young female lead saves her love, and they kiss underneath the moonlight, Harry slams his pen down and walks away from his magnum opus, not able to look upon his own creation with anything but a deep seated sadness. Walking to his balcony, he takes a deep breath, determined to finish the novel, send it off to his editor, and never look at it ever again. He knows this novel is exactly what he needed, and yet he can’t help but wish he never wrote it.

As he stands underneath the full moon, a rustle of paper behind him catches his attention. As he turns to look, a featherlight touch upon his shoulders stops him. He can feel someone’s touch slowly burn a trail up his neck as his eyes flutter shut, until slender fingers lightly grasp his chin and turn him around for a gentle kiss.

Opening his eyes, he’s met by a vision, one he’s intimately familiar with, having spent hours upon hours creating her and her story.

“Fleur…”

“I am here, my light, my heart, my love.”