Flowerpot

During Harry’s fifth year, Fleur watches an interesting muggle movie, and learns about hypnotherapy. She finds it interesting, and decides to learn it. After a lot of reading, she decides she needs someone to practice on. Someone with real issues that can give her experience in the art of hypnotherapy. Her choice: Harry Potter. She pitches the idea to him, and he agrees. She’s ecstatic, and they decide to do a trial session right there. Immediately, they hit a snag. Turns out, harry isnt easy to hypnotise. At all. After about an hour of trying different techniques, they finally find something that works. Fleur puts Harry under, and asks him some warmup questions. Fleur: “What is your full name?” Harry: “Harry James Potter. Lord Hadrian of the Sigil. The Last Archive. ” Fleur (blinking in confusion): “how old are you?” Harry: “Fifteen years old. three thousand four hundred years old. Thirteen aeons to the day.” Fleur: “What are you?” Harry: “I am the Boy who lived. I am the Emperor of the Sigil. I am the Thirty first, and Last Archive."

It’s been 1500 years, why do I keep doing this? Every time, live. Kill. Die. Repeat. Why do her eyes haunt me?

Why do I know her smile...?

The dreaded day had finally come

Harry and Ron had both cooked for a gathering. On the same day

And now, the pair stood before the large table that stood proud on the backyard of the Burrow, red haired and raven haired standing in front of their nearly insensate families and friends, all of whom were lost in bliss, still savoring the piece of heaven they had experienced through the food of the two chefs

Harry and Ron had demanded they choose. Who was the better chef

The Weasleys sided with Ron, at first, while Fleur, her family, Andromeda and Teddyhad sided with Harry

A great debate was held. Hermione argued for Ron, while Fleur spoke in favour of Harry, both women wishing to give their respective husbands the distinction of the Best

Points were put forth, argued over, refuted, backed, accepted and discarded. The conversation was long, the tensions high

Yet in the end, only one consensus could be reached

There could be no winner

Both cooks were simply that good.

It was a Draw

Yet Harry and Ron couldn't stand that. As one, they turned and shook hands, their sense of rivalry ignited, as each resolved to fight for his passion.

Preparations occurred, as spaces were purchased, restaurants built to the chef’s specifications, allies, sous chefs, managers, waiters, and all other personnel necessary were gathered

Suppliers were secured. Utensils and crockery, pots and pans, knives and ladles acquired

And on the first of September, four months after the eventful decision, Harry and Ron shook hands once more, before they apparated to their respective kitchens

Ron was backed by his family. Hermione took the role of financial planner, and manager, mapping out the future of their franchise, as the rest of the Weasley family chipped in, Molly, George, Bill, Charlie, Percy and Ginny taking up positions in the staff

Harry was backed by his wife, Fleur and her family. Fleur and Gabrielle worked as servers, graceful in their motions. Appoline and Sebastian through their formidable skills and experience behind Harry, as even Andromeda and Teddy chipped in.

As both restaurants opened, the war truly began.

Stomachs were filled, customers satisfied, and meals devoured. Lines were drawn, crossed, and remade. Renown was acquired, names grew famous, as their food became sought after all across the Wizarding World. Ground was won and lost and won again, as both restaurants pushed against their rival in a bid for victory

Yet, no winner emerged.

It all came to ahead in a decisive cook off

Harry vs Ron. The Heroic Cook vs the Red Chef Supreme.

As both stepped up to the stage, and headed for their stations, the entire wizarding held its breath

For there could only be one winner

After an eventful and wonderful wedding night, Harry carried Fleur to their room where they would consumate their wedding. In the middle of the room, Harry noticed a metal pole that went from the floor to the top of the ceiling. Confused, Harry looked at Fleur who smiled seductively. She slowly began to undress herself as Harry's eyes bulged and his jaw felt like it was going to drop to the floor. Reaching the pole, Fleur began to do the routine that she had been practicing for several weeks as Harry's eyes followed her every move.

Harry is soul-bound to Gabby but starts a relationship with Fleur because Gabby is too young but has to fight the feeling of wrongness about the situation. They have to hide the relationship from her parents because they are conservative Veela, who'd refuse to allow such a thing to happen. Fleur and he tell her family that she is simply his French instructor and will help him get accustomed to Veela stuff but secretly she and he are falling in love. Time passes and he can't deny how his heart belongs to her. But now Gabby is old enough and is trying to start a relationship with him - he can't help the supernatural magnetism his heart and soul feels for her. Stuck between the two, between right and wrong. Someone is bound to get hurt, or so he believes.

Whenever anyone asks Harry and Fleur how exactly they'd first met, Fleur always starts blushing and stuttering, and Harry gets that Marauder smirk on his face.

It's always Harry who answers though:

"how we first met? Well, it all started when Fleur fell from the sky... And landed on me."

During Third Year, Hermione lends Harry her time-turner to save a student from a terrible accident in the Lake(she deduced he did so after seeing two Harrys), but Harry ends up breaking the device and falling in the Black Lake amidst the sand that was inside of it, he emerges nearly a millennia in the past, in a similar but very different Hogwarts, in a time when students began their magical education at his age. When asked his name he blurts out the first magical name that comes to mind, and soon Merlin of Surrey is sorted in Slytherin by a much less receptive to suggestions Hat, and Harry begins his journey to go back to his own time, while having to deal with crazy teachers, political intrigue and teenage drama.

After all his first friends are the nobles Morgana of Albion (who has eyes colored similar to his) and the blue eyed blonde Vivianne of Britanny, well at least the Potions teacher, Gaius, seems to like him.

Harry knows what he is.Freak. Liar. Cheat. The Dursleys never gave up beating it into him. Blood pouring down broken skin green eyes screams laugh. Even after he was awoken to his birthright, his world, no one ever let him forget it. Suspicious eyes pointing corridors jeers red hit pain. All his life he’s wanted to scream, rage, fight back. But he can’t. All he can do is bear it. Green suns in black void fire screams brimstone Monster. He needs to keep control. Because no matter what they do to him, its nothing compared to what the monster that inhabits his flesh will do to them.Demon roars blood fire ruin hungry feast LET ME OUT! An Obscurus!Harry fic. In fourth year, Harry has a much more pronounced reaction to Fleur coming over to ask for the bouillabaisse, namely backing away, clutching his head, screaming at her to get away.

Why? Her allure makes his control slip. And he can't let his control slip. Ever. Fleur on the other hand, is puzzled after his initial reaction. Then she realises he’s hiding something, something terrifying. “Her eyes meet his, and she sees the whites turn into black voids for a mere second, before the darkness withdraws, leaving them white once more. Then she realises. He’s hiding something. Something Dark. Something…terrifying. She licks her lips, an incessant heat forming in her core. She had found him. A darkness to match hers, to stand intertwined and yet apart. She would have him. The monster in her would accept nothing less.”

Its... not a proper prompt yet, but its something. I just dont know quite what.

Postwar. Harry invited his neighbour Fleur on a cup of tea to a nearby Café, where something truly ridiculous happens (bank job, attempted terrorist attack, cartoon-y supervillain with a ridiculous device, a parade displaying 150 years of emergency sirens).

So after dealing with whatever crisis, they reschedule for next week, only for another ridiculous thing to interrupt, and again the week after... So rather than getting that date, they bond over making it through all those ridiculous things.

This idea I had was to pair and explore Veela without Fleur and Gabrielle but with a very small tweek I can have my cake and eat it too Harry

Potter was a great and powerful wizard, top 15 on the Merlin Index and the only person in the top 100 that could be considered a threat, Harry Potter was a force in the world. It is why he was drafted to become a international Auror for the ICW, Traveling the world saving people, hunting Villains and eating great cuisine. At 35 Harry had already had a storied career. But when Harry receives a new assignment he is tested in new ways. Assigned to work with his former Sister in Law on a outreach and protection mission to Guard a Veela Enclave. Harry and Fleur arrive and unlike every Aurors daydreams it isn't a spa filled full of gorgeous half naked women. It's a small shanty town full of beautiful and defenceless women who are besieged by Werewolves, Vampires, Trolls, Veela Poachers and Dark Wizards in general. Harry and Fleur must find a way to get the Enclave to join the IWC in anyway they can or they may never leave

They get there, fight a ton of baddies, fuck, then build a harem and then go home with their lovers leaving the town with better protections and safer than before

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.

Sirius doesn't go after Peter That Halloween, he promised Lily if anything ever happened, as soon as anything happened, he would at that moment take Harry to "Safety". Ten years later, Harry Potter goes to Hogwarts, leaving France behind. What happens when some of the magical children he grew up around come back to say hello to him during the TriWizard Tournament? (Would prefer if Harry wasn't a Gryffindor)

Ok, so a quick one before bed. During some visit to Fleur's family or a holiday in a wine region, Harry falls in love with the whole wineyard aesthetic. So when he can't take the public attention anyone (3rd anniversary of Voldemort's defeat or similar festivity), Harry has a chat with Fleur and they decide to spend some of the gold they got from the war and buy a wineyard (in the UK, that means close to the Channel Coast or East Anglia, with Sussex having the best weather), and rather than some dangerous, Action filled job, they make their own wine (You probably need around 15 acres to live from it) and generally have a relaxed life at their new home. Maybe raising their children in peaceful surroundings.

If you want action, have them step up and fix the Ministry at some point, or just write a peaceful "farmer" story with fancier plants than grain and vegetables.

Follow the adventures of Harry Potter, damn fast on the draw, handsome and driven by vengeance. This young bounty hunter is tracking down the Riddle Gang, a band of outlaws who have murdered his family and burned down his house. It was by miracle that he survived. Riding his beloved white mare, Hedwig, he crosses the states, tracking the gang, whose influence, like tentacles of an octopus, reaches far and wide.

Accompanying him is Fleur Delacour, the most beautiful flower this side of the Atlantic, originally from a French noble family who fled their home country to avoid the Revolution. Little did they know what kind of hard times they would encounter. Looking for the scum who have robbed her family of all their gold, murdered her father and kidnapped her mother and sister, the young sharpshooter brings along her trained gyrfalcon. And when they track her targets, if she cannot use her trusty repeater, she will use her razor-sharp wits and undeniable charms.

Together, Harry and Fleur also have to avoid the Weasley Clan, a seemingly simple local farming and ranching clan with unusual connections, every Weasley brother dangerous in their own way. Both Harry and Fleur find themselves the objects of possessive obsession by the Weasleys, but so far, it hasn’t come to bloodshed. Yet.

It's Castaway, HP edition! Harry has to survive in a state of nature and is isolated from civilization. Maybe he has his wand and the fic is a fun adventure of him journeying through the scenario as if it were symbolic of independence and self-determination where he feels liberated by both being forced to fend for himself and only being responsible for his own being.

Maybe it's a gritty story of human versus nature where he loses his wand and has to overcome his obstacles by his wit with the only magic he can use being limited potions and whatever power he can summon up from deep within himself, and he comes out the other side changed and more confident but no one in the ordinary wizarding world can relate to the experience as they have been so dependent on conventional magic and wands that they have lost sight of their own power to self-determine and survive.

Maybe it's an emotion story where Harry has been running from his problems and is metaphorically forced to turn around and face them as he is trapped alone on a deserted island with nothing but himself for company, and its not until he faces his problems that he's able to come out the other side. There's all kinds of things you could do, and it's not really something that has been done before. Supporting characters could be present or not, Fleur is the obvious choice here, but Luna or Neville would be good as well.

Fleur Delacour was over the moon. She was set to marry the love of her life, in just a few hours. In a short while, they would stand beneath the moon, her cerulean eyes would meet his emerald green, and they would be tied together in front of their family, for all eternity. And then, he would truly be her mate, in every sense of the word. The door to her room burst open. It was Gabrielle, panting, eyes frantic. In between choking gasps, she told Fleur what had happened. The groom was nowhere to be found. Harry Potter was missing. They found him, six months later, working in a bar in Memphis, Tennessee . His face had lit up at the sight of Fleur and the rest of his friends, his infectious smile illuminating the room…. Till Hermione had slapped him. And begun to scream. Fleur had watched, unable to speak, lost at what to do now that Harry had been found. Unhurt, and for all indications, free. As Hermione had torn into him for leaving his wife to be, pulling a Lupin just before his wedding, the raven haired young man had sunk to his knees in shock, tears welling up in his eyes, covering his ears, face scrunched up in pain Later, much later, they came to know… Harry had no memories of leaving the wedding. His conscious had surfaced when he was already in Memphis, and he’d not once thought of his friends, or his girlfriend. It was… suspicious, to say the least. Yet, Harry had thrown himself at Fleur’s feet, begged forgiveness for his leaving her, for causing her all the pain he had. Fleur had forgiven him on the spot, wrapping him up in her embrace.

They had replanned the wedding. All was going well. Until Harry disappeared once again, just hours before the vows. They’d found him in Johannesburg, South Africa this time. It was just like before. No memory of any wedding planning, and no thoughts of his friends for the entire time he’d been away. The first they’d done after taking him back to britain was to drag him to a curse specialist. What he uncovered was beyond anything Fleur could have imagined. The curse was old. Ancient, even. It appeared to have existed on Harry, since before he’d been born. For all the specialist could tell, all the curse did was prevent marriage, at this point. So, Harry and Fleur had decided to just… never marry. They would be together, just not as husband and wife. And despite their cheerful facade, their relationship was under strain. Fleur, despite herself, was never able to bring herself to fully trust Harry, unsure of when the curse would flare up again, and he would vanish once more. And Harry…. The curse, his straining relationship with Fleur, his weakening bond with his friends, and the growing uncertainty in his own mind was weighing down on him more than he could admit. Yet, they made it work for four years. Their relationship had healed, and had become stronger than ever before. They were in love, they were happy, and even though they weren't married, they believed they could want for nothing more. So the news of Fleur’s pregnancy came as a wonderful surprise to top it all off. Harry was overjoyed. He was going to be a father. His overwhelming enthusiasm outshone even Fleur’s happiness. He took the reins when it came to their child, converting one of the rooms of their house to a nursery, buying clothes and toys and furniture and everything his child could possibly need, as Fleur watched on with a proud smile. It seemed like they had truly managed to put the curse behind them. A new, happier chapter had begun in their lives. If only they had known.

If Fleur had to describe Harry’s expression when he first held their daughter, she would have to describe it as a face glowing with wonder and an unending amount of love. His eyes had teared up, and his voice had cracked, yet he’d held on to their child for as long as he could. The first night after they’d left the hospital, Fleur had awoken, in the dark, to an empty bed. Harry was gone, and steps were heading toward the nursery. She’d grabbed her wand, and stealthily made her way down the hall, freezing at the threshold of the open nursery. Harry loomed over the crib in which their child, their beautiful daughter, peacefully slept. His lively, warm green eyes now displayed a bitterly cold expression. Across his bare torso, and the rest of his bared skin, blackened veins rose. And in the center of his chest, glowing ominously, was etched the symbol of the hallows. His hand came up, wand tip glowing a malevolent green. And before Fleur could react, it swept down, a rasp that drew the very life from its surroundings emerging from his lips, so removed from the loving voice she knew. ”Avada Kedavra” A flash of green light. And their child was no more. Fleur’s scream of anguish rent the air, tearing Harry from the clutches of whatever possessed him. The black retreated from his veins, the light returned to his eyes, and the symbol of the Hallows disappeared from his skin. His eyes went wide, wand clattering to the floor as it slipped from his shaking hands. “No.. no… NO… NOOOOOO!!” His anguished roar joined Fleur’s as he collapsed onto his knees, shell shocked. His emerald eyes stared at his trembling hands. The hands that had held his child with so much love. The hands that had taken the life from her. It had long been said that the Master of Death left no legacy. No one could have imagined it was meant so….Literally

Veela tears are a highly vaunted material well known to be more dangerous and rare than phoenix tears or even basilisk venom. Veela tears are filled with the emotion they were caused by. Anger or hate create a venom so powerful no antidote has ever been attempted. Tears borne of joy can even bring back a human from the brink of death. Tears formed from love are said to even be capable of creating temporary empathy links between partners. Rumors were abundant. No one knows which is true and which isn't.

The potential of Veela tears creating a venom has caused magical society to treat them horribly. Fear jumps to any who come across them. Men's minds are at war between their incredible beauty and the potential death of coming near it. They are like suns, all men revolve around them but get too close and their life is forfeit.

Fleur had hoped, pleaded with any higher power that she would make a friend at Hogwarts. Beauxbatons had offered her none and the Triwizard Tournament offered her two schools of potential friends. Yet, none would let her come near. Fear blanketed all their faces.

She thought she'd lost the ability to cry, it had been years now since her solitude affected her. She should never have hoped Hogwarts or Durmstrang would be any different.

"Hello? I heard somebody crying? Is anyone there" A voice called out hesitantly.

"Don't come in!" Fleur responded back instantly, with hostility.

She heard shuffling and assumed the mystery boy had left.

Yet, his voice came again and this time right. next. to her.

"You know, my friend Hermione always nags me when I'm feeling down to talk about my feelings. I hate it every time, but it does feel better."

She looked up, surprised by his words, but absolutely shocked by his proximity.

There was not a single iota of fear in his expression.

She dove into his arms sobbing.

Harry and Fleur go on vacation to the United States, and during said vacation people watch and find it interesting how different everyone, including the Muggles, act compared to what they are used too. So later on in there vacation they come up with a challenge, Harry and Fleur will pick each other out an American stereotype and the other will have to act it out for a whole day. Harry chooses a surfer bro for Fleur to act like, while Fleur chooses the stereotypical Starbucks White Girl for Harry.

Ruins of the Potter household smoldered with the intense heat of the nursery catching fire, dark magic permeated the cottage, the only living thing that remained intact was a young babe. He wept and tried to reach his mother futilely.

Then the babe looked up at a strange figure. “Hello there, little one.” They said, removing their hood, revealing a pretty lady, who bends down to pick him up. She then whistles for her ever-faithful scythe, cutting opening a portal to her home dimension and disappear without a trace.

A Bodyguard AU, but with Fleur as the bodyguard.

And like, doesn’t the idea of Fleur bein Harry’s bodyguard kinda just work? Like I’m thinking Harry grows up as in canon where he’s being groomed for this life of being the next Dumbledore but he’s clearly just a born poet/writer type, and so everyone decides this dude needs protection so they get Fleur, who is sorta known to ‘society’ to be his girlfriend, where she wouldn’t look out of place cos she’s sort of from an old house, but instead she’s really there to make sure a soft boy doesn’t get hurt. This I assume involves them like, having dances that at first are perfunctory but turn emotional cos they’re staring into each other’s eyes, her talking about taking a spell for him but him ending up taking a spell for her. Also her teaching him how to fight by like, moving his body and shit, and him getting her to open up emotionally and be vulnerable for the first time ever