Flowerpot

OK, a little steamy prompt. Harry and Fleur, either both single or in a relationship, regularly spar, train duelling techniques. Inevitably, elements of teasing, distraction and seduction enter the play. Over the course of the duels, the situation gets more and more steamy.

Plot twist: Fawkes is Appoline's sister, who chose to permanently stay in her firebird form. She now spends her days watching Dumbledore do dumb shit and trying to set her neice up with Harry. She just didnt expect to fall for harry along the way, and have fight the neice she was trying to set him up with for him.

wo characters have a massive rivalry, their kids meet up at one of their showdowns and while the adults are busy hating each other, the kids just sort of stand off to the side and be like,

A. "Are we supposed to hate each other?"

B. "I think so, but that sounds like a lot of work, so lets not."

A. "Sounds good to me."

Then they show up to their parents fights and cheer them on like (american) soccer moms. One of them brings drinks and the other brings snacks, and they sit on the sidelines cheering while their parents are busy obliviously hating each other.

The kids become good friends and start hanging out and eventually dating, and by the time their parents find out about it they've already been going steady for a year.

High Fantasy AU setting. The kingdoms of Loegria and Francia, though divided by a channel, have a long and tumultuous history. Both kingdoms have mixed populations of ordinary people, those with magical gifts and magical beings. Recently, there had been a treaty between the two kingdoms, binding them to peace. Yet the duration of the treaty is running out. Neither monarch has any interest in pursuing a war, so they both draft a new treaty and give their mandate to their chosen emissaries. The king of Loegria sends the young Sir Harry, a son of one of his veteran and decorated knights, an apprentice to his court Wizard, the venerable Albus Dumbledore, and recently an assistant to his Chancellor. Sir Harry is a handsome, valiant knight with many a maiden dreaming of ensnaring him with their wiles and many a covetous eye watching the accolades he has already earned. But it is his sharp wits and a keen eye for detail, be it a hidden enchantment or vague wording, that made the king send such a young man. On neutral grounds, Sir Harry meets the Francian envoy, Lady Fleur Delacour, as sharp as she is charming, beautiful as the dawn and of obvious Faerie heritage. A duel of charms and wits ensues where both sides try to finagle more concessions, more advantages for their kingdom. Both of them love their homelands and have no wish for war. As the negotiations go on, a growing respect forms between the two diplomats. Finally, they finish the treaty and send it to their kings. As they await their lieges’ judgement on the results of their work, both envoys talk, learn about each other and become fast friends. Then, the good news arrive! Both kings are happy with the new treaty and have ratified it. And to seal the deal and strengthen the bonds between the two kingdoms, young Sir Harry and Lady Fleur are to be married!A feudal romance, with courtly intrique, plots, seduction, kidnapping attempts! Whatever could fit in!

When Dementors were stationed around his school, Albus Dumbledore new they would stay there, the Minister was set in his ways. Dumbledore, however, also knew that stationing such creatures around a school full of sensitive teens was a recipe for disaster.

To combat the insidious fiends’ influence, the Headmaster arranged a deal with several healers and magical creature breeders around the world. When students arrived at the start of September, they were welcome by several new healers and instructors, accompanied by an enormous pack of friendly, patient, and affectionate magical dogs. Their special power was in their soft, fluffy coats, taking many different colours, the dogs and their fur were capable of spreading warmth and good cheer.

This year, students had both mandatory and voluntary lessons that they spent in the company of the healers and their dogs, talking about their troubles, learning how to take care of the dogs, and also just having plain fun.

At the end of the year, many of the dogs had litters of pups, and Harry was far from alone in volunteering to adopt one of the curious, friendly, affectionate balls of fluff.

They have a dark mark tattoo, and when they wake up, they realise it's not the faded muggle art it's once was, it's dark and almost pulsating.

They wake up in Diagon Alley in like the first wizarding war.

(Found this on reddit)

High school AU Harry Potter is the star player on his hockey team despite being a junior. He has a lot of promise and several colleges are interested in his talents. He's a party animal, ladies man, delinquent and is barely passing his classes. He's a bad boy with a dark past and a heart of gold, someone who is just as likely to stand up to a bully for a stranger or shake someone down for money.

Fleur Delacour is a senior at the same school and a prodigy ice skater. She too is being scouted for her talent. She's poised, composed, meticulous and top of her class. An Ice Queen in more way than one. Boys desire her, girls envy and despise her. She doesn't have a single friend and is constantly bullied or messed with in and out of school.

One fateful day the two bump into the other at the rink, and honor roll Fleur Delacour is smitten with the local bad boy Harry Potter. But she knows that her strict parents will not approve of her dating such a troublesome boy from a different social class.

So she goes to him with an offer; she'd tutor him in his classes if he were to keep the local thugs and bullies off of her. All under the guise of wanting to learn more about and get closer to him.

Deciding that he could use the help and he didn't mind getting to know such a beautiful girl, he agreed.

So their mutually beneficial 'friendship' began.

And it didn't even take a few days for the bullies to come around to Fleur again. Or for Harry to step in, knocking them on their asses and fulfilling his agreement.

He didn't think anything of it when she gazed up to him with that awed expression. And she didn't think she'd fall for him so fast.

Several study sessions take place and finally the two decide to hang out outside of the library for the first time and go to the rink where they first met. And it was during this time that Fleur learned about his past, and he learned about her troublesome home life.

And where they became friends.

okay, I have a soulmate AU, but wait hear me out on the soulmate thing. So get this, in order to find your soulmate, you have to sing. When you sing, your soulmate hears it, and it's beautiful and all that jazz, and you'll know it's your soulmate because of the innate magic that's a part of the whole soulmate schtick. If your soulmate is a Veela, you'll know it immediately, because, while the non-veela male (or female) has no desire to sing, the Veela mate will pick up the slack and sing for you, because they're distantly related to Sirens.

When Harry Potter re-enters the Wizarding World, he has no desire to sing, never has before, and doesn’t now. All of the wizarding world knows that this means he has a Veela mate. Everyone congratulates him when they find out, as Veela are supposedly the most beautiful of singers, in addition to being otherworldly beautiful women. Harry smiles and tells people, "yes, I’m very lucky, her singing is beautiful."

Only, he's lying, because he's never heard his soulmate sing before.

Fleur Delacour is mute.

The Cruciatus Curse made Harry scream, he screamed and screamed until he couldn’t anymore. After a while, Harry didn’t scream, instead he laughed, and said something so horrifying, even Voldemort flinched in fear: “I am we, and we are I; we will take pride in ripping your heart out and gorging on your flesh!” A demented laugh followed shortly after.

The trauma of witnessing his parents murder left a deep mark on Harry Potter. One that went unnoticed for 11 years. How would muggles have been able to find out Harry Potter, the Chosen One, is allergic to magical people? Needless to say, all of Dumbledore's plans had to go out the window when being in the vicinity of Hagrid nearly killed Harry.

10 years passed and Harry Potter found wealth and success as a Banker providing him the capital to feed his unrelenting curiousity towards the world he could never get near. He then meets and falls in love with a girl, Fleur Delacour, who is pretending to be a simulacrulum for her ex-boyfriend, a genius curse master Bill Weasley.

aka I'm Not a Robot as flowerpot and magical world still exists

Charms Assistant Teacher Fleur Potter, makes a surprise visit to DADA Professor Potter, only she's wearing her old Beauxbaton's uniform, apparently in a girl's night out a (slightly!) drunk Hermione commented Harry had a a fantasy of him and Fleur having a school romance and Beauxbaton's signature uniform featured prominently in it.

By his reaction, Hermione was telling the truth.

"Fleur?" he swallowed, and she smiled as he licked his lips as she walked towards his table with a sway to her hips, showing that in ten years and two children, the uniform had only gotten tight in all the right places.

"Oui, 'Arry." she said sultrily bringing back the accent she only used now in special occasions, she reached his table and leaned over it, showing him that she was couple buttons short of the old rules of her school, he seemed to appreciate it but his eyes met hers, wide and with the same fire that still did things to her.

"W-What, what can I help you with?" Ah, he wanted to play some more? One more reason she loved him.

She went to his side of the table and sat on the edge of it, her shorter than usual skirt rode up a bit and Harry noticed she was wearing white stockings, he loosened his collar a bit.

"Well, you zee, Profezzor Potter." The way she said his title should be criminal, it was certainly sinful, as was the way she grabbed his tie and started caressing it, "I need, zhome 'elp with magique, and I waz told you are zhe best in this whole castle."

Harry breathed in her perfume, the same one she had used eleven years ago, on that Yule Ball he would always remember fondly, it also brought memories of all the daydreams he used to have at the time, his breath quickened further and Fleur squeaked as he grabbed her waist and pulled her as he rose from his chair, their bodies meeting, flushed, excited, breathless.

"Well, I am past my office hours," he looked into her bright blue eyes, reflecting the desire and adoration he saw on them, he admired her flushed cheeks, and the way her hair was a bit dishevelled, with the blue cap askew, and with all that he fell in love with her again, as he tended to do every day.

Her right hand caressed his cheek, making him shiver, "I am zure we can, work zomething out, oui?"

She laughed as he tackled her to the table, banishing the paperwork on it with a wave of his hand, his green eyes darkened, he grabbed her hips and rode her skirt up further he blush intensified, and her eyes flashed, the temperature rose.

"For you, Fleur, anything."

As he pined her arms over her head and kissed with a passion she hadn't felt in months, Fleur thought she would buy her friend a very expensive wine.

The war is over, yet Fleur Delacour (almost Weasley) is not very happy.

She thought she had found her perfect man. Bill was intelligent, intriquing, brave, not to mention pleasing to her eye. However, as she got to know him and his family closer, the relationship soured. Not only did the Weasleys always insist on traditional British food and never even tried any foods that she recommended, they insisted she get used to the cuisine, including what the English called "cheese". The last nail to the coffin was Bill's disgusted reaction when he one caught Fleur relishing in the taste of a proper camembert. And yet, it looked like Fortuna has not abandoned her, for she found herself in the company of one Harry Potter. After the war, he had sought peace and solitutude, his wishes often clashing with the notoriously loud Weasley family. Fleur met Harry by accident and both jokingly commiserated with each other over their Weasley issues. A debate led to a dinner invitation and, to her delight, Harry praised her cooking, proving to have a mind open to culinary adventures. It is Fleur's father, however, who first jokingly suggests Fleur start dating Harry, after Harry complimented the brie they served during one later dinner where Fleur invited Harry to France. And when Harry showed interest in the process of making cheese, suggesting he wanted to try his hand at making his own brie, Fleur knew she finally found the one meant for her. Their passion for cheese with white mould became their Bond.

A Harry/Katie/Fleur fic that is actually Katie/Fleur

Fleur was dead. After all the rides and unexpected joy she had found, after all the love and care she had never thought to have, she had died. The prove of her death laying unmoving on her arms, cold and not really Harry anymore. She wished for her body to be as dead as her soul was, but fate was a fickle mistress, and nothing that night could touch her. Almost without imput of her own she survived the night the dark lord rose to power and the world changed. She would have moved away, gone somewhere else. Back to france, maybe. But she could not leave the land where his blood had been shed, she could not leave the house she had bought with the hope that the war would end up differently. And so she sat, the sun falling on her with a cheerness and warmth she did not feel, the river carrying perky sounds that meant nothing but hurt to her anymore, the whispering of the willow leaves cutting deep into her. Yet she breathed in, letting herself feel it all, and breathed out. In her pain she still could feel his company

Katie bell though she was going to die there and there, and not because of the spells, the falling rocks, the monsters or the enemy attackers. No. She felt like something inside her broke when she saw the body of Harry Potter laying unmoving in the arms of Delacour, his skin almost as pale as hers. Never did she think she would hurt more than the day that Harry had turned her back on her for Fleur. But the piece of her that she had thought died that day had merely wothered, and the difference was pretty apparentnow that it had actualy died. A world where his goodness did not exist was not a world with any ammount of worth. She fought that day, harder than she had ever done anything else before. She screamed and casted, she raged and let her pain out on everyone that was unfortunate enough to stand in her way. She was determined to one thing. She would not let anyone else be destroyed like she was. She would not let anyone else die and leave someone behind.

Harry Potter was definetely, absoolutely, and without a single doubt, dead. But then again, his death could of course not be any ammount of normal. No, he would not get that reprieve even in death. His afterlife would be as particular as his life had been. He could see. He could see most of everything. It was all blurry, to be fair, but under that strange, transparent marble world that encased him now, over the whimpers of that flagelated, terrible thing that gave him company, he could see two particular spots with absolute clearness. He could see the places his heart had been left behind

He could see Fleur. He could feel her pain, her void, her despair, could see how her unmmarrable features had wasted away in her grief and not even then looked any less magnioficent. He could feel her rage as she catch her reflection and could not see an ounce of the pain that haunted her reflected there. The worst insult she could get. The indifference of her body to her soul’s pain.

He could see Katie. Little more than a scarred wraith as she carried a tray with colourful drinks for the sons of patrons she had tried to kill not months ago. She went through life like an automatos. Moving through paces set by men ruled by greed. Men for whom power meant more than love. Men that would never understand what she had lost. Men who would see herpain and sneer. A tear fell in the glass shecarried, and her pain remained hidden.

Harry knew he was anchored here. Neither can live while the other survives. His live and Voldemort’s were bound. He had died, but he could not move on, not while he basked in his eterness.

That was okay though. He did not mind. This marble palace was very peacefull, and he could see the woman he had given his heart to. Both of them. That made him some kind of aweful person, he was sure, but he could not care. He would dedicate his unlife, his undeath, to give those two a life worth living. That was his goal, his mission, and Harry was nothing if not dedicated.

Fleur Delacour has always been very good with animals and creatures, and they love her for it. Any man who wishes to date her must pass a test that is very important to her. This was why her relationship with Bill didn't work out, in the end.

And so Harry is determined to pass the test. He must gain the acceptance and affection of Fleur's devoted canine companion. He does his best to find out the best method to give scratches behind the ear to all three spotted heads of Fleur's puppy.

Harry, Fleur and their seven years old daughter woke up late that day. And no wonder, it wasn’t that long since the Harvest Moon festival. A fortnight lasting feast and dance, that sounded great and they definitely had fun, but they were paying the price. Still, today, at the end of October, was an important day. Harry regretfully disentangled himself from his wife’s feathery embrace, not an easy task, since she added her wings to the mix. However, they had to prepare. After a quick breakfast, accompanied by their daughter’s pouting, and proper hygiene, they set to be about their tasks, Harry cooking and baking and Fleur and their daughter carving out beet lanterns. Today, especially the baking was something Harry paid special attention to, since the pastries had to have a special shape. After some usual shenanigans, Fleur and their daughter have also finished their task, carving out five beet lanterns. Around noon they had a filling lunch that Harry had prepared and Fleur went to gather the portraits. They were stills, showing James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Fleur’s cousin Boyana Belova and Fleur’s maternal grandfather Gerard. They set up the portraits in a semicircle in the living room and lit a candle for each person. They put the candles into the lanterns and left each one behind a different window. The entrance to the house would remain open for the remainder of the day. Harry prepared the furniture while Fleur went to fetch drinks. Today, they would need them. And then the family of three sat down in front of the portraits and Fleur went on to tell the stories of her grandfather. Recalling the good times, the fun and the bad, Fleur painted a vivid picture of the memorable man. A cozy atmosphere filled the house, the wind seeming to gently embrace the family.

And so the afternoon went on, filled with stories of the departed, of family members whose names would be remembered. Fleur and Harry switched places from time to time, when the other needed a rest from storytelling, while their daughter sat, rapt with attention, trying to absorb as much as she could. She didn’t even notice when her mother went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. As always, when called for food, their daughter squealed and proceeded to hug both of her parents. This time, the table laden with food was expanded, five more places were prepared, a dish of deliciously smelling food ready at each one. As they explained to their daughter, today they would welcome any visitors. Dinner, as usual, went swimmingly, filled with banter and laughter (and some food throwing too) and then it was time to check on the lanterns. So the three went around the house, checking that every candle was still lit. Their daughter made sure to wave at the portraits whenever she ran by. Finally, they returned to their dining room. Their daughter gasped, all the food was eaten. As a smiling Fleur ushered her to the living room, Harry smiled affectionately as he noticed what looked like a muddy paw-print of a large dog under one chair and a white lily petal near one of the plates. On this night, the gates of the underworld were open, and the deceased were free to visit their loved ones, as long as they were remembered.

A vision begins to cloud the mind of those that let themselves succumb to its embrace, a black and white static surging through the conscious of the masses. A buckling of the knees and a braindead-like trance was all it took to take them out of their reality and into a new plane, a place where they felt everything and nothing at the same time. The infinite space around those under the influence of the vision would shift and shatter, a new reality forming around them. They would see themselves, then go back to seeing from their own eyes the scene that would unfold before them. The feelings of the scene would soak into them slowly, becoming a potent paralyzer when the overwhelming feeling of adrenaline and emotion surged through them. The feeling of both euphoria and imminent danger would flow through them, but they felt only as though they had to keep moving - but would be unable to move. Instead, like a projector all around them, the story would play out like a 4D movie. Dirt scratching them, the smell of blood filling their nose, and the air from impacts as well as the sizzle of magic would fill their pores.

It felt like an entire war.

Suddenly, their vision would be focused on two figures in a runic cities rubble. Mumbles would turn to audible voices, filling the gaps with explanation.

"Lucian" Croaked one of the figures, this one emanating an energy of warmth and righteousness. The presence of a true hero was overwhelming to those under the influence of the vision, his mere demeanor wanting to make them take a step back and kneel. "Move out of the way. You know what must be done, for years we have worked towards this. Why do you turn against us now?" The figure would scoff, causing the evil presence to bellow out in retort - the room shaking with his voice. "Lucian was my old name. I do not associate with you lowly scum, as I am now omnipotent. You are nothing, and I am everything!" Instead of speaking, the evil presence would kneel slightly - the ground shattering beneath him, the pebbles that shot up turning to ash with the electricity forming around it. " Let me show you what it is like to be truly unbeatable."

A insurmountably loud boom would echo across the runic building, the entirety of it and the hill behind the figure shattering to pieces - an entire landscape being destroyed in an instant, merely being a springboard to launch Lucian, the Evil figure, towards the other - he grabbing its face as he caught up to him in an instant, throwing him up in the air with a shockwave that of blue and white energy that rippled across the area. The battle unfolded like a scene from a fantasy epic, the good figure retorting by holding out its hand - the blue and white particles absorbing into it as machine-like whirring sounds would almost shatter the eardrums of those under the vision. The Evil figure would now emit pure fear, and would yell out in anger. "What is this? How did you learn to control it so well, it should only obey me! IT'S MINE!."(edited)

Though its bellowing was met with a quick retort from the kinder energy, the scene becoming more blurry as the vision came to an end. Though before the scene would turn black, the image of Lucian in an un-blackened form would show - the vision now giving more light to the situation.

Though it would also show an insurmountable sea of energy being created above him, completely shattering the roofs and hilltops from miles and miles around - the clouds in the sky parting with a woosh.

No sound could be heard, but the lips of the better figure could be seen moving - right before the blue and white sea of energy would condense into a smaller ball, and a deafening explosion sounding as the scene went black.

Though instead of ending, the plane was of pure white - and the same figure of good energy would appear before them. This time, those under the vision could look left and right - seeing each other, side by side, but unable to speak or move. The black figure would shake its head, " You poor things, are you even ready for what is coming? I hope so, because I did not die for you to fail. I died for you to succeed today."

Though, in a very distant place, a man with an unworldly power plots and waits - though the time has come, and he waits no longer. It is no longer time for playing around, choosen one. Friends or foes, cooks to kings, and scum to gods - it will take all hands on deck to matter in the end.

With that, the vision would end - Harry woke up with a jolted upwards gasping for air as he wildly took in his surroundings.

"Why do you stay with me Fleur?"

"My left leg is gone, my hands can't lift a sandwich of plate and even with magic, I'll be pissing in a bag for the rest of my life let alone being able to anything intimate with you. So... why do you stay with me?"

She looks up, blue eyes piercing into his and softly replies "One thing. I love you."

In real life wars do not end just because someone says it is over, that's not how it works and it is this basic premise we can use to build upon. There exists many great fics that bring Harry and Fleur together however very few if any that explore what comes after. It is this element which could give lots of creative room and writing freedom and inspired the following plot.

After the war Harry and Fleur settle down into their respective roles and start a family. While this is important it takes more of a backstage as we focus on specifically their children or child depending on how deep you want to go on character development.

As I said in the beginning wars don't magically end just because someone says it did or you killed the general. That's not how it works and it is this which is the focal reason for the plot that will happen.

Death eaters were not just confined to the British Isles. In fact they had support from all over Europe and elsewhere. Despite Voldemort begin defeated there are still many followers who want to get even or change the outcome of the war. How this happens can be up to you either in the present time or my own favorite one that could lead to all sorts of interesting paths - time travel.

But it would be far too cliche to just have a bunch of death eaters go back in time to prevent Harry from being born by killing his parents or something of the like. No, instead due to the plot device there is either a limitation that prevents them from doing that or an accident that prevents them from going that far back. Instead they arrive at some point during Harry's Hogwarts years either at or before the tri-wizard tournament. Determined still in their mission and being unable to directly kill Harry themselves they instead attempt to or get in contact with death eaters and begin funneling information that could change the entire outcome of the war.

However what they don't know is that Harry and Fleurs child/children found out these death eaters went back in time and through whatever means you the author chose followed them back to stop them. However to make it interesting instead of revealing themselves they must stay hidden working in the shadows until something happens at some point where Harry and Fleur become aware over time that their child (who they do not know is theirs) is actually theirs or the child/children reveals they are from the future and what they are there to do.

Harry Potter Berserk crossover:

basically Berserk AU Gaiseric attempts to rid himself of the brand of sacrifice and have a fighting chance against the forces of the god hand and kills himself resulting in his soul spliting and going through reincarnation that would purify it and allow him to be reborn in another world. That however was spitballing and finger crossed hoping by Gaiseric and his allies, which in a miracle did work... with the unfortunate consequence of the god hand now being able to see other worlds and realities. With time that wound continued to grow and thus allowed the forces of evil to exercise more and more freedom to act and influence across dimensions. However they're for the time still limited in indirect miniscule influence. Cut back to the year 1994 and Harry is haunted by strange nightmares this not originating from Voldemort, as he is forced into a tournament against his will meets a fascinting and more importantly uncannily familiar looking blonde woman from Beauxbatons (I wrote that wrong I know I'll correct that later) and Fudge discovers a strange red misshapen talisman in drawer and whereever he puts it, it always finds it's way back to him.

6th year Harry is accidentally sent back in time during the fight against Snape (the last thing Harry hears from his time period is Dumbledore shouting at a horrified Snape "You knobhead!!!"). He finds himself back in time, in hogwarts, landing unceremonisly on the lap of blonde girl from slytherine. An unfortunate girl, who has just found out that she was bethroed to Lucius Malfoy. Yes and it is only after an unfortunately very enlightening talk with Dumbledore that Harry learns of his predicament and becomes the target of the machinations of none other than Narcissa Black who sees him as her ticket out of an very unfortunate marriage agreement. Presenting: Narcissa Black: Love is War (hopefully this one won't take 5 seasons to get to the dating part!!!)