Prompt idea: based on Vinland Saga, Fleur a french noble daughter and Harry a young english mercenary currently in normany with the mercenary band "the marauders" come to meet one another during a violent sack of a town after a battle. Harry tired of war helps to hide Fleur and her sister and runs away in the confusion. But he doesn't get far as he is caught up by other mercernaries from his band and about to be overwhelmed when Fleur and her sister jump to his aid and in the confusion they are able to escape. from there they journey across a a europe in the middle of the viking era where war and violence is at the day to day routine. Ultimately they hear whispers of a place far away from here, a place where there is no war. Vinland.
Prompts
articulating potential
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Sudowrite 2
"Aye, my Lady."
She was right, the dark did not die, it only set. And the new reign fulfilled its promise.
They were happy and at peace, the chosen one and his equal. He loved her, as he should, and she loved him, as she would. And in that love, a child was born, gold and silver enveloped in a light as blinding as the moon and the sun.
They named it Faith, and they knew they had found the heirloom that had been lost to them since the beginning.
They had longed for it, and it was theirs.
The gold and silver were drawn to the light that shone around it, and they were filled with joy and ecstasy, gazing at the light.
The sun and the moon.
They were happy and at peace, the equal and her savior. She loved him, as she should, and he loved her, as he would.
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Order of the Birb
After Voldemort returned during the 3rd task, Dumbledore is not the only one who decided to act. Nor is he the only one who has a bird as club mascot. After all, due to Crouch Jr's plotting, Fleur was tortured with the Cruciatus, and her mother decides that whatever the British get up to is their problem, but her daughter was one bridge too far. So she gets in touch with her own mother, and her covern.
Fleur is quite annoyed, she had been looking forwards to spending her summer in London to work on her English before her job starts. Instead, her mother dragged her off to Burgundy to meet all kinds of distant relatives, including a rather stuck-up Duchess. They ask her all sorts of questions about the Tournament, the Third Task, Harry and Cedric. Her ducal aunt also decides to force some political lessons on her where they analyse how the British ministry is "handling" the situation. She also sends off a few people to keep an eye on Harry. The Order guard suspects that someone is watching Harry, they however conclude that Voldemort is behind it.
Fast forward to the dementor attack, Mundungus might be off doing shady deals, but the Covern guard is there. Before Harry can do anything about the dementors, the guard drives them off. Harry is quite surprised when his mysterious saviour turns out to be an attractive French blonde - he asks a bunch of questions, long enough for the Ministry letter that expels him to arrive. Harry panics, the Veela guard tells him that she will take care of it. One apparation later, before the Order can do as much as contact him, Harry is in France and retelling what has happened.
The Duchess is rather annoyed, he had saved her distant niece and now his Ministry was trying to assassinate him, so she decides to have a go at the Ministry. After all, they attacked an envoy with Diplomatic accreditation who was just out on a nightly stroll. Near to where Harry Potter lives? It was a nice neighbourhood - basically a Diplomatic shitstorm for Fudge while Dumbledore isn't left looking much better since Harry Potter has disappeared.
Harry meanwhile meets Fleur, and they bond over being stuck at a Veela covern. Harry is quite surprised that anyone cares, Dumbledore had ordered him practically isolated after all, and all those lessons are great bonding time. Nothing like a good duel to get the heart pumping after all. Fleur has to translate often since not all in the covern speak English. They promise to keep an eye on him as they plot their own actions against Voldemort, his attack on Fleur had awoken their own ire
So when Harry returns to Hogwarts, he is not only a subject of the Duchess of Burgundy, but also got Diplomatic immunity (International Magical Cooperation is a mess after Crouch and the paperwork was filed correctly). This greatly annoys Umbridge, who cannot go ahead with her plans. Meanwhile Harry stays in touch with Fleur, and the combination of her being able to apparate to Hogsmeade and Harry having the Marauder Map and his Cloak open up a lot of possibilities to meet in the evenings. Fleur has not yet met a lot of people at work, so Harry is a welcome dinner partner... And one thing leads to another...
Bonus points if Harry sends a letter to the order telling him that he is alright, but the letter is written in French and no one there can speak French so they think it's some obscure code. Only Hermione can do a rudimentary translation, but she keeps quiet about it before sending her own reply where she explains the whole situation with Dumbledore’s orders and whatnot. Harry is annoyed, but not at her or Ron. This is not supposed to be a trio bashing after all.
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Veela Princess
Growing up Fleur's favorite book was Harry Potter and the Veela Princess. It told of Boy Who Lived who saved a veela from the lair of a basilisk because it was "the right thing to do" and only later did he find that the veela was actually the Veela Princess. For Fleur, it wasn't the childish story or the implied happily ever after (or that the Veela Princess would appear as Harry's love in later stories), but that it showed veela as more than just cold, calculating harpies that stole men from lovers and families. It showed them as brave warriors and witty friends. As leaders and as people. And most importantly for Fleur it showed the difficulties that veela faced in their daily lives through the use of the Veela Princess' handmaidens.
As Fleur got older she would continuously thank Harry Potter for introducing kids her age to the idea of veela and making the reception of her heritage much more pliant. Many of the friends she made were because they knew what she would go through and what she would face. When puberty finally arrived, she had amassed a group of friends that happily stayed around her and supported her through the difficulties.
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Fleur at this point knew that it was unlikely that Harry Potter himself had written the books and that there was nothing like a Veela Princess. However the fact that he would be walking around Hogwarts while she was going to be there for the Triwizard Tournament had assuaged her worries about entering. Maybe she would be able to talk to him for a bit?
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New Home
Harry moves into a new house at the edge of a forest. His good friend Luna had advised him how to properly appease the spirits of the forest, since he is an intruder to them.
Fleur is the Veela of the forest, and is incensed at a new human intruding into her realm. She prepares traps to set, to lure him deeper into the forest, to his demise.
Harry is aware he would be facing resistance, and prepares the proper appeasement rituals, baking pies, getting bright ribbons, and more.
As he evades her traps and though the rites shows his respect for her forest, Fleur hesitates, there is less effort in her murderous schemes. Eventually, she starts testing him, arranging incidents so that he might reveal his true character.
Harry notices the spirits’ resistance to his presence growing weaker, and is grateful to his friend for her advice. As he is able to move more and more around the forest, he encounters its various inhabitants. A fawn caught in a snare. A wounded owl. And even a fairy distraught because her tree was damaged in a storm.
Though his kindness, he makes new friends. And it is this kindness (and the encouraging of her fairy friends) that convinces Fleur to give him a chance, to approach him.
And so starts a new kind of dance, one that neither dancer is familiar with.
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Prompt: 206
“Do you want to dance?”
The abruptness of the statement caught Harry off-guard, it wasn’t a very well kept secret that he’d been blest with two left feet. Asking him to dance was akin to asking the Whomping Willow to hug you: synonymous with unbridled pain.
“Huh?” he said, putting his knack for verbosity on display for the world to see. Harry was obviously the live-in genius of Hogwarts.
Fleur didn’t seem to be all that annoyed, but one could never be sure. By one, he meant himself. Obviously. Fuck, he was scared.
“I asked whether you wanted to dance…?” She’d enunciated every word of the sentence, seemingly realising that the bloke in front of her was a little slow on the uptake.
“Dance?” Right, was it too late for him to stroll on over and usurp the Headmaster’s office? “With you?” No, genius. She had obviously been asking in lieu of Hagrid. “Me and you?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, “that is what the phrase ‘do you want to dance?’ means.”
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Alternatives
Quite a few muggleborns are dissatisfied in magical Britain and find their way back to the muggle world. The muggle government is aware of the existence of the magical world. It didn’t take long for a few muggleborns to be recruited by the government. Quite soon, there was a program looking for orphans displaying signs of magical powers. The government offered them housing and schooling. The magical world was aware of the fact, but cared little, since it affected only the muggleborn. However, when Harry Potter’s Hogwarts letter was addressed to the muggle government’s special school, run by muggleborns, and Harry refused to attend, there was an uproar. There were no legal ways to force his attendance, though, and so Harry grew up among other muggleborns, usually orphans. He was sent there by a gleeful Vernon Dursley, who rejoiced at the chance to get rid of his nephew and even be seen as doing the good thing. And then, a few years later, during the selection of Triwizard Champions, Harry Potter’s name came out of the Goblet of Fire. Harry and his support group arrives, presenting a united front. Tensions arise. Harry and Fleur meet, are each intriqued by the other, both considered strangers in the castle. While competitors, their rivalry is friendly as their mutual respect grows.
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Suntanned Harry
After being invited to spend the summer with his newly minted girlfriend, Fleur Isabelle Delacour, Harry James Potter had been dragged to various beaches by Fleur and her sister Gabrielle.
"You need to work on your tan, 'Arry," Fleur said with a giggle. "So do I"
"But...I've never been to the beach before," Harry exclaimed. "I don't even swim that well. You saw that last year!"
Gabrielle just laughed at his horrified expression and said, "We'll teach you!"
"Besides, 'Arry, don't you want to see me in my new bikini?" Fleur slowly began to peel off her clothes and revealed a two piece black Brazilian cut bikini. The sight caused Harry's eyes to nearly bug out of his head and his jaw to drop.
"Wow…," was all that Harry was able to mutter.
Giggling, Fleur placed a finger under his jaw and closed it, "You'll catch flies, 'Arry."
Little Gabrielle just rolled her eyes at the pair's antics and nearly shouted, "Come on! I want to go swimming already!"
Harry just nodded and stripped down to his swim shorts and joined the two Veela on the beach. By the end of summer, the three of them were sporting a new tan that turned many heads at the teens.
When Harry returned to Hogwarts, many of his fellow students were surprised by his appearance, especially the girls, many of whom looked him up and down with interest. None of that bothered Harry, as he already knew his heart belonged to only one, Fleur Delacour.
Check #hp-fan-art for visual references to Suntanned Harry, Fleur and Gabrielle
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Snap
In which Lacrosse Captain Fleur Delacour and recently certified Sports Chiropractor Harry Potter thirst after each other; a study
Harry Potter, 25, was an accomplished pediatric chiropractor, spending his days fixing various vertebral subluxations and other common childhood ailments that require a chiropractor. Recently, due to an uptick of athletes from the local college asking for chiropractic care due to hard hits, falls, sprains, and all other manners of sports-related aches and pains, he decided to branch out to sports chirotherapy.
Fleur Delacour, 22, was a star athlete, the pride and joy of her college, and in desperate need of a chiropractor, lest her lower back pain prevents her from making it to regionals with her team.
Walking into exam room number 7, she didn’t expect the doctor to be so young, and more importantly, so damn hot. Standing there with his too-green eyes, tousled black hair, and a buttoned-up shirt that’s just tight enough around his arms to show defined biceps. Knowing that his hands were going to be all over her in the name of Chirotherapy did nothing to ease the roiling heat settling below her stomach. His charming smile and shy demeanor didn’t help any either.
When he looked up from her file in exam room number 7, he didn’t expect her to be Aphrodite incarnate. Long, wavy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and It looked like she had just come in from practice, with too-short shorts and a simple mesh jersey over a sports bra all that she was wearing, showing off a sinful amount of skin. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at her long legs, what seemed like miles of creamy thigh that said shorts failed to even come close to covering up. Just thinking about putting his hands anywhere near her made him uncomfortably hot under the collar. Glancing at her hips, knowing he’d need to hold her there while realigning her lower third lumbar vertebrae made everything so much worse. But he could do this. He was a professional. It wasn’t like he was going to throw her down and have his wicked way with her on the exam table. That would throw her spine into all sorts of misalignment.
Feeling his hands on her hips, the constant adjustments, his hands sliding down her legs and he pushed them towards her chest, it was a wonder that her wetness hadn’t seeped through her shorts and onto the exam table. It was wrong, it was unethical, and it was oh so sinfully pleasurable. It was cute, in a way, watching his pupils dilate the more skin contact they had, watching his face flush with what was clearly arousal, the way his eyes couldn’t decide if they liked the look of her legs, chest, or eyes more, but If he didn’t get his hands off of her soon, she might end up flipping him onto the table and tearing off that slightly too tight button-up, among other articles of clothing.
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Unseeing: Fleur
Fleur pulls Harry down the bustling street of Diagon alley, towards Florean Fortescue’s Ice cream parlor, determined to get some ice cream.
Harry smiles, and reminds her that it's not going anywhere, and that she can slow down.
She turns to him, pouting lightly, and starts to berate him teasingly for not being respectful of the wonders of ice cream.
It happens in a flash.
Harry hears the harsh shout of the curse, he sees the way Fleurs eyes widen as she cuts off, a malignant purple reflected in her beautiful blue eyes.
Then, her hands impact his chest, and he finds himself being shoved harshly to the cobble streets of the alley.
Fleur’s wand comes up, but it's too late. Harry watches, as the curse breaks her forming shield, and strikes her between the eyes, sending her tumbling to the ground with a cry of pain.
He sees red. The attacker barely has time to react, to cast another spell, before he finds himself missing a decent chunk of his torso.
With a gurgling gasp, the attacker falls to the streets, dead. Harry doesn't notice though. He’s already scrambling towards Fleur.
Fleur is kneeling clutching at her eyes, blood dripping from between her fingers. Harry scrambles to her side, his wand flashing with all the diagnostics and healing spells he knows as he hugs her close.
“Harry?” She calls out as she turns to him, her hands falling from her eyes, and between the bloody, jagged cut, Harry sees them. Her beautiful blue eyes, so full of life and light, are now dull and glassy and bloodshot. “Harry… Harry I can't see!”
Bonus scene: For the Night is Dark ( a couple weeks after the incident)
“I’m sorry Fleur, I… I just can't do this anymore.”
With a cry, Fleur awakens from her nightmare, tears rolling down her face, to utter darkness. She gasps, reaching beside her for Harry, for his warmth.
The other side of the bed is empty, and cold.
“Harry? Harry?!” she cries out, fear surging through her, as she attempts to get off the bed, forgetting about the blanket wrapped about her.
With a shriek, she tumbles to the ground, pulling the rest of the blanket off the bed… and onto her. She flails about, trying to push the blanket off her to minimal success. She thinks she hears someone calling her name.
All of a sudden, the blanket is pulled away, and caring hands pull her into a warm embrace.
Harry.
Fleur sobs, clutching at him, as he hugs her close, shushing her, telling her he’s right there.
Between sobs, she tells him that she thought he had left her, all alone. Softly, Harry apologizes, and says that he had gone for a glass of water. He clutches her tighter, and tells her that he’s not leaving her. Ever.
They sit there, on the ground, Fleur holding Harry tight as he gently rocked her back and forth, whispering words of comfort and love till the sun begins to rise.
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Prompt: 198
We all know that Voldemort lived in an orphanage somewhere in London. So suppose it was near RAF Biggin Hill, which was attacked in August 1940, while Voldemort was there for the summer holidays (let's say it was not evacuated since it's not in central London). So Voldemort was rushed to a nearby air-raid shelter (or basement) and had to sit there for the longest hour of his life while the airfield was raided by Ju-87 divebombers. What particularly stuck with him was the sound, that infernal wailing of the Jericho trumpets affixed to the landing gear of the Stukas followed by the explosions of their bombs.
What few people know, the Jericho trumpets were inspired by the cry of a Veela, the avian apex predator of Eastern Europe.
The battle for Hogwarts is going well for Voldemort , until a spell hits Fleur and throws her against a wall. Howling in pain, she snaps and transforms, letting out an ear-piercing, soul-rending screech. A screech which leaves the Dark Lord frozen in fear
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Bass Killer
Voldemort felt his form failing. The body built through ritual was unable to stand the force of hard bass. His spine shook as the bass travelled up his body.
"Turn it up!" Screamed Harry over the noise.
Hermione tightened the laces on her Adidas, before grabbing the dial on the hard bass machine, commonly know as Lada.
"Blyat.. " George gulped in fear as he witnessed the dial reach the forbidden level.... Gopnik...
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Happiness a Dance Does Not Make
Of course Sirius' idea of Godfather/Godson bonding would be a strip club. Harry has no idea why he's surprised. But it's certainly not nearly as shocking as when the blonde goddess who Sirius pays to give him a lap dance turns out to be Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbaton's champion. Not even 4 months ago he'd saved her sister from the depths of the Black Lake and here she was in a lewd display leaving little to the imagination.
It was not common knowledge, but Jacque Delacour had forsaken his Veela wife for some Scandinavian witch leaving Appolline with no income, no savings, and 2 children to take of. Her and Fleur found themselves incapable of finding employment in the wizarding world and resorting to stripping to put food on the table.
Fleur does not talk to the males whom she must perform for. But when mid-dance she discovers the body she's arousing is someone she knows, it forces her to speak out.
And so their journey begins.
Harry, pained by such a strong willed woman being seemingly broken. Day after day he convinces Sirius to bring him back, paying for Fleur's services but never utilizing them. They talk, for every second of that hour. Harry wants to fix her, to be the hero but Fleur, stubborn, strong willed, Fleur will not accept anyone's help.
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13 Veela
Fleur was distraught, her precious little sister Gabrielle had been kidnapped. She was at a sleepover with a friend when both her and her friend were kidnapped. Veela wanted to handle it internally and had connected it potentially to 12 previous cases in the past year. With no real leads on any of the cases hope looked slim. Fleur wouldn’t give up and got permission to bring in outside help, so she called in a favor from an old friend, Harry Potter the Dark Wizard Hunter.
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Prompt: 70
'Harry dyes his hair red to trigger people into speaking to him about his mother' one shot
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Sudowrite 3
I put in some of my outline for Fae!Harry Potter into sudowrite, and it came up with this! A little bit rough but a very solid start.
The train ride to Hogwarts was an exciting one for Rhian. She had never been on a train before, and the sights and sounds were so different from anything she was used to in the forest of Annwn. She was a bit nervous, too, as this was her first time away from home. But she soon made friends with a boy who was sitting across from her in the compartment.
James Potter introduced himself and his friends Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Rhian was stunned to learn that they were also first-years. James had messy black hair, hazel eyes, and an impish smile that made him seem like he was up to no good. He was tall for his age, with a lean build, and reminded Rhian of a sleek panther. Sirius was dark haired like James and seemed a bit more mature, but he was still skinny and lean. He had light gray eyes and, like James, a mischievous twinkle in them. Remus had dark brown hair and a shy smile, and he seemed to be the quietest of the four. Peter was the roundest of the bunch, and his face was always a bit flushed. He was also the one who spoke the most, and Rhian soon learned he had an endless supply of jokes. His jokes weren't always very funny, but they were always delivered with such enthusiasm that they made her laugh anyway.
She told them her full name was Rhiannon Alena Morgana Igraine Pendragon, but that she preferred to go by Rhian. She said she was a first-year due to be attending Hogwarts in the fall with her cousin Morgana. When James asked if Morgana would be in Gryffindor too, Rhian told him that Morgana would be in Slytherin. That surprised the boys, as they were all sure they'd be in Gryffindor together.
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Time Loop
For a time loop suggestion and a link.
Link: Toms revival in GOF, (blood related) sets up the link. Played out When Tom strikes Harry in the forbidden forest with AK.
Loop would be between the night harry 'dies' and the night Tom was rebirthed. (Specifically Harry would return to the time during the graveyard)
Bonus points for some play on Harry's choice at 'kings cross' being the trigger sending him back.
Flowerpot link could easily be developed via Harry being at different places and times than originally after the night of the last task.
Example: Harry bumps in to fleur before departing from hogwarts. After talking a little fleur asks Harry to write/stay in touch; which he keenly takes up during his isolation in the summer following.
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Time Travel
Trope mix. Harry gets sent back in time after the time turner is broken at the end of his third year. How far back who knows. Harry knows he needs to keep a low profile to keep the future even relatively normal even if that means letting his parents die. He gains immortality (Vampire Harry?) to be able to return relatively young. The silhouette that cast the patronus was in fact immortal Harry.
Harry’s name comes from the Goblet of Fire. People are understandably confused since he’s not been seen since the end of last year.
Harry now has a chance to finish what was started as a young boy and completely demolishes Voldemort. The real challenge begins as he tries to settle down and have a proper life after spending so much time trying not to mess with time, as well as the fallout of what occurred.
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Prompt: 161
Imagine if Teddy morphed himself downy feathers every time Harry and Fleur were babysitting. Fleur is half annoyed, half-charmed at his childish innocence while Harry is having trouble breathing from laughing too hard and teasing Fleur mercilessly.
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Prompt: 212
"Why are you outside? It's freezing!"
"I've always liked the snow and cold," Harry replied and jumped down from the boulder he had been on. His hair was dotted with snowflakes and wild from the strong wind and there was a thin layer of ice on his coat.
"You will get sick!"
"Don't worry, you will keep me warm."
"That's not how these things work," Fleur pointed out, to which Harry merely raised an eyebrow.
"So you can't summon a fireball with your thoughts alone?"
"Do you want me to burn you?"
"No, I have a better idea," Harry replied and pulled her into a hug.
"Argh, you are cold, and wet!"
"And yet, here you are, keeping me warm."
Fleur merely rolled her eyes in return, but her smile said more than a thousand words.