Flowerpot

So we all read at least a couple stories where Harry ends up with dragons, basilisk s, etc. What about some of the many other mythical creatures? Like from little known European fae tales, and others that are more than typical "monsters". That being said, I'd be down to read a bunch of short stories involving HP characters with SFW romances with MGE.

Little Gabrielle Delacour notices the way her older sister looks at her new hero, Harry Potter. She's seen that look from Fleur many times after she was pulled out of that scary lake. What's the bestest little sister in the whole world supposed to do? Get them together; of course.

A red spider lily.

At first he didn’t know what to make of it, unaware of the symbolism and meaning behind the seemingly-innocuous flower sitting on his bunk. Harry thought nothing of it, even going so far as to tucking it into his hair as he went downstairs to the common room. It was only after Hermione saw the flower that he understood the purpose and wishes behind the beautiful piece of forestry.

Suddenly, Hogwarts didn’t seem like home anymore.

Modern AU. Harry is a pro gamer, he's a member of one of the best teams in the UK. He and his team travel across Europe facing and utterly defeating all opposition. Everything is going well until they reach France and Harry meets his match, the dangerous and beautiful champion of France; Fleur Delacour

Fleur instantly gets into Harry's head, causing him to make rookie mistakes and losing focus at the most dire times. It doesn't help when she winks at him right before taking him and half his team out every time.

What is he to do? Well, he thinks the answer is obvious...

Flirt right back!

Prompt: Harry Potter/Homeworld crossover

Instead of happening on Earth, the adventures of Harry Potter happen on Kharak, the planet of the Kushans. Aside from Harry getting together with Fleur, obviously, how is the story influenced by the different society of the Kushans? What is the relationship between the kiithid and magic? And when does the story take place? Is it before the discovery of the wreck of the original penal vessel that brought them there? Or maybe during the great race to recover the wreck? Perhaps Harry has his adventures during the Great Endeavour to build the first Hyper-capable vessel? Will Harry and Fleur witness the burning of Kharak? Will they survive it? Maybe they'll play a role in the pilgrimage to Hiigara, to Home.

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.

Fleur returns home after along day at work. Her face and hair charred from a failed mission, her hand constantly rubbing at her eyes in irritation at an itch. She moves toward the living room where her husband sat reading a the daily prophet. Shaking her head, she drops her things on the table ignoring the a few things falling of in response to the momentum. Harry not reacting to her loud behavior, clears his throat. "What's wrong, love?" he begins but he receives only a tired sigh in return. Still hiding his face behind the newspaper, he continues. "Why so quiet, hm? Is my firebird not in a fiery mood today?" he chuckles. Beginning to wonder about the pregnant silence, he drops the paper, effectively folding it in half backwards. He first notices her rather dirty hand on the table, before moving toward her upper body. Her shirt was lined with scorch marks, small holes giving glimpses of her pink camisole behind it, still intact. Reaching her face, he just slightly recoils in shock. Taking in her charred features, small giggles escape him before laughing out loud. His beautiful wife's face was blackened like a miner's. Her beautiful eyes circled in clear skin, but otherwise rimmed by black charcoal. Her hair, usually a perfectly combed platinum-blonde, stuck out in the oddest of directions, the endings still smoking. At Harry's humorous reaction, her eyes form predatory slits, the air around them taking on a new tension.

Calming himself, partially in response to his beloved's lethal sitting posture, a grin still remains on his face before addressing his quiet woman again. "Last I checked, my dear, it was you who did the torching and not the other way around. Have you taken on a new hobby, or is this a new curse breaking practice?" he barely got out before giggling himself silly again. Closing her eyes, shaking her head in annoyance, she sighs in resignation at the inevitable humiliation she'd most definitely suffer. "A new member of our team messed up a spell." she begins, rubbing her eyes once again, "It literally blew up in our face. If I hadn't absorbed the fire, they'd have all been burned to ashes." Smelling the air again, she clicks her tongue in frustration. Getting up from the table, she moves toward the bathroom, intending to gauge the size of the disaster. Before Harry could further comment, small steps made themselves known to the room. Avéline, their little daughter of four, waddles next to her father. Her eyes carefully studying the living room as if in search of something, finally looking up at him. "What's that smell?" He laughs as his wife's scream in anger and indignation fills the house.

Fleur was enamoured with Harry from the second she laid eyes on him when she climbed out of the Beauxbatons carriage.

Never one to hold back, she hatched a plan on the spot.

Everyone with any knowledge on Veela knows not to offer one food.

"Are you feenished with ze bouillabaisse?"

Too caught up in her anger over House Elf rights, Hermione didn't react in time.

"No!" She yelled as Harry handed Fleur the bowl.

Harry, startled, looked between Fleur and Hermione, the latter's face conforming into one of horror when Fleur said, "I accept."

The bond was sealed.

With each encounter with Voldemort, Harry noticed, his scar grew. And he was sure that it was not good news. With each encounter with Voldemort, his temper and his self-control worsened. And yet, he also knew, he would stand against the Dark Lord until all his strength left him. It takes several brushes with death before Albus Dumbledore is sure and confides in Harry. Voldemort used a foul ancient ritual and imposed a piece of his soul upon Harry. And this fragment was now struggling to come to the surface. Should that be allowed to happen, Harry would cease to be. However, Albus knew of no way to remove the soul fragment.

Fleur Delacour was proud of the traditions of her people. The Veela had a long and proud history, even if many of their traditions had been left behind now. She was quite sure that not since the times of her great-grandmother none of her relatives had kidnapped nor tortured a single man. And yet her experiences lead to her instincts screaming at her. It was time to revive a tradition from the old times. In the past, Veela would sometimes swear themselves to heroes on an important quest, to heal their wounds, to slay their enemies, and should the worst occur, to keep them company in their dying moments. Tales of Harry Potter had reached Beaxbatons, of course, but meeting him in person proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he did not lack valour. And then the Dark Lord came back. She knew they fought and would fight in the future until the battle was decided.

And she knew what she needed to do. After consulting with her grandmother, Elena, she ventured to Britain, found Harry Potter, and swore the most solemn vow a Veela could swear. Her life, her loyalty, were his, for she knew his quest was an important one.

Hearing of what plagued the young hero shook Fleur to the core. She remembered old tales of her people, the depravity of Koschei the Deathless, the horror of Baba Yaga, yet this… this went beyond those, albeit it seemed familiar somehow. Not even wise Elena knew of a way to help them, however. But she knew of one who would.

Yet the quest to reach Gamayun, the prophet and divine messenger, knowledgeable about everything in creation, would be far from easy. None knew where to find her. But Elena still gave then hope, directing them to the ancient ancestress of all the Veela, to Stratim, and to her kin, the sorrowful Sirin and the joyful Alkohost. One particular day every year, those two leave the Underworld and visit a certain place in our world. They are Gamayun’s kin and surely would know where she resides.

The journey would be fraught with danger, the worst of which were the very beings they sought. For no mortal man who heard their song ever wanted to leave and followed them to the Underworld, eternally in their thrall. Perhaps no less threatening are Voldemort’s agents and other seeking Sirin and Alkohost. For it is said that the fruit tree on which Alkohost alights produces fruits with miraculous powers of healing.

At first Harry thought he failed his Animagus training. That thought fixed itself when he realized he could hear the forbidden forest, was looking at Durmstrang's ship, all while inside the Chamber of Secrets. No, according to Hermione he just had an alien race as his form.

"I always knew you had a saving people thing Harry, should have known something like this would happen."

Harry Potter felt the cold embrace of Tom Riddle seniors' tombstone, something, he swore to himself he would never feel again. The fourteen year old had slowly but surely become annoyed with the resurrected Dark Lord's grandiose speech about the purity of blood and his younger counterparts' imminent demise.

Finally, the Gryffindor spoke, "Tom, if you’re done with your absolutely horrendous political campaign speech, would you be so kind as to tell me what time it is?"

"I am Lord Voldemort!" Voldemort called out, scowling furiously, before schooling his features and clearing his throat, "very well, I shall grant your last request." The former dead man raised his wand before calling out the time incantation, "Tempus!"

Harry chuckled softly, "Tom, you and your little horde better start running..."

"And why exactly should we do as you say, boy?" A voice Harry recognition as Lucius Malfoy spat in utter hatred.

As Harry started speaking, everyone in the vicinity noticed the young man's voice becoming deeper and his body began growing, "Can’t you see the sun coming?"

Just as Potter asked his question, the Death Eaters and their fearless Lord suddenly felt an extreme heat consuming the area.

“What’s going on?!“ One death eater called out.

“I don’t know! Master! What is going on?!“ A female death eater questioned deliriously.

Snapping his head towards the younger man, Voldemort roared in fury, “I demand you tell me what you’re doing Potter! What is this?!”

In response, Harry laughed, he laughed and laughed in a very gentle but very condescending tone.

“Are you going to attack are you just going to stand there?”

Finally mustering up the courage, many of the death eaters started shooting killing curses at him, only for him to dodge with ease. Voldemort called for them to stop, but they kept firing, unaware of what was coming.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever properly met Tom, I am the lion sin of pride: Harry Potter. I offer you this one opportunity: run and never return, or, you can face the end of the Divine Axe Rhitta. either way, you will face the might of the sun.”

Harry reached out towards the rising Sun. A sharp whistling could be heard, as a single handed behemoth of an axe landed in Harry’s left hand. Already bored, Harry jumped on top of the angel statue’s head and said, “I feel disgusted by having someone weaker than me looking down on me, forgive me as a kill your men.”

With that, the heads of Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy and the unidentified witch fell to the ground away from their bodies.

The Royal Delacour family have decided to hold an international tournament, the winner would be called God of the universe, and be given 25 billion in the currency of their home country.

The rules are set, except for one, the tall, gorgeous Fleur had decreed, “I will bear the children of any male competitor who wins this tournament.” Her voice, calm and assertive. “I only wish to have the children of God.“

With the stakes so high, will the blind Harry Potter become God?

Let the games begin!

It was Harry and Fleur’s anniversary and Fleur had, to Harry’s exasperation, insisted on a special roleplay. Of course, Harry was generally more than willing to indulge his wife’s more adventurous side, especially when the results looked to be so enticing. Unfortunately, he’d overlooked one minor detail. He was going to have to roleplay a bloody dark lord.

Or a sith, as the muggles called it. Fleur had recently gotten into the Star Wars series and dragged him along to watch. Harry always loved spending time with his wonderful wife, and honestly the movies had been good fun themselves. If he’d paid more attention however, he might have noticed the considering looks Fleur had started sending him. Which had led to his current predicament, with a robed Fleur chained up on the bed (good) and himself covered in dark, black robes (okay) saying a bunch of bunk about anger and hate and other such rubbish (not so good). Frankly, he felt like a tosser.

Noticing that his wife was starting to give him a bit of a stink eye after he’d perhaps rolled his eyes just a bit too much at the corny lines she’d given him, he sighed internally. Well, he supposed he had spent his formative years dealing with an actual dark lord, which made him as close to experienced as anyone he was aware of when it came to this sort of thing. He was just going to have to wing it.

In which Harry turns out to be far better at “sexy sith roleplay” than either of them were expecting.

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

Ice Dancing is what I've been watching too much of... But they'd be on different national teams. \

So maybe they're both snowboarders who are constantly trying to out-do each other? Or something. Best part about any solo-sport is that they can both get gold.

Bill can't deal with the curse scars, he can't stand the look on Fleur's face, that he swears is pity. So he keeps taking long expeditions as a cursebreaker. Fleur feels the strain and can't figure out how to get through to him. Harry is broken after the war, has distanced himself from the Weasleys because he caused Fred's death. Begins a nonprofit/orphanage for war victims, causes him to go to Gringotts a lot to meet with his accountant/set it up, etc. The accountant turns out to be Fleur

The young Bounty Hunter Harry, adopted by Clan Kryze after his parents were killed during the Mandalorian Civil War is hired by the Jedi on an undercover mission to rescue a lost Padawan from Separatist hands along with the item she was sent to retrieve, the simple assignment turns complicated when the Padawan in question is the beautiful but arrogant Fleur DeLacour, who thinks way too much of her Mind Tricks(that don't even work on him) and her fancy sword(that has nothing on his Beskar armor), and way too little of his sensible instructions, it doesn't help when General Grievous gets involved.

And why does Jedi General Kenobi looks upon Harry with such regret?

Harry Potter has been missing for weeks, with no way of ascertaining his location. Fleur, Harry's girlfriend, enlists the help of his friends to locate him.

Weeks went by and nothing. Until one day, a book ends up in her kitchen via owl, a small baby blue book simply titled Ice Cream. She knew something about this book could help her find her beloved, so the mystery begins: Where is her Harry?

Harry goes to visit Hagrid the evening of October 30th, and ends up staying a bit too long while Hagrid tells stories about dragons, Harry's parents and so on. An hour after curfew, he ends up sneaking back to the school. However, he sees a stranger on the edge of the forbidden forest. Deciding to investigate in case this is another Quirrel, Harry is quite surprised when he tracks down the stranger and she turns out to be one of the Beauxbaton students. At first Fleur is afraid that Harry would snitch on her, but once he explained his motivation, she wants to know why it would be a feasible scenario that a dark wizard would need catching at Hogwarts. So they have a late-night chat about Harry's experiences at Hogwarts and in return Fleur tells Harry about her own past and Beauxbaton and why she was out so late. Before they notice, it is 3 am and they are alone in the Forbidden Forest...

Due to a freak magic accident, Harry disappears from the Dursleys at an early age. He reappears in a dragon reserve, in a cave and assumes the form of a dragon whelp. He grows up, being cared for by a strict broodmother, having many playmates and numerous aunts and uncles. After almost a decade there, his perspective, his frame of reference flipped irreversibly, he is a dragon and thinks like a dragon. Hogwarts teachers manage to track him down, teach him how to change between human and dragon forms and take him to Hogwarts. The school years are interesting to say the least, surrounded by squishy humans with little appreciation for proper hoarding. He is elated when Hagrid introduces him to little Norberta. As he grows up, many girls are interested in him, yet he shows no interest in return, their skin is too soft, their necks too short and ungraceful, their teeth dull, and no wings nor tails. It is the Veela who stoke the flames of his lust, but not the way they do with other humans. But when they transform, their wings come out, talons show themselves and their flames burn hot. Harry has a sexual awakening. And next year, one of the champions has the smell of flames and smoke, of passion and cruelty. Harry, for the first time in his life, wants to impress his potential mate.