Flowerpot

After blowing up Marge, Harry escapes and accidentally summons the Knight Bus. Once he tells Stan that he's Neville, he climbs up a deck and starts looking for a bed when the driver floors it and Harry ends up flying backwards and next to a stranger. The girl helps him up and they start talking. Turns out she was visiting a friend who lives in Liverpool, and wanting to go to France, she gets the lowest priority, not that she minds. To Fleur, the bus is a joyride. Harry finds this girl a little strange, but her presence is oddly comforting and so they spent the next hour chatting until Harry has to get off at Charring Cross. A year later, one of the Beauxbaton girls walks over and is about to ask for the soup when they recognise each other.

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!

Another independent prompt: Harry's hearing before his fifth year goes bad and he is expelled from Hogwarts and his wand is snapped/confiscated.

Almost immediately he is offered a place at other schools (since he is a TWT winner, maybe Fleur and Victor vouched for him). Thus Harry goes to Beauxbatons/Durmstrang/Other, maybe an original school. Mostly it would expose Harry to a new culture, to a school with much less intrique/murder attempts. Could turn into Flowerpot, but just as well into camaraderie/friendship.

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Fleur also invites Harry on a date to stick it to Hermione, for some reason...and invites Harry to stay at her flat whenever he likes...to annoy the Weasels, I mean, WEASLEYS and Hermione for some reason.

Fleur Potter, a mother of eight children, let out a beautiful laugh as she watched her youngest son and daughter run around the kitchen.

“Mum!” Philippe, her oldest son shouted, “I’m home! I brought Dad with me!”

“Tres bien, I hope you’re prepared for game night after dinner!”

“Oh, I’m definitely prepared for any game you throw at us!”

“Oh? Are you certain?” Fleur asked with a malicious smile, that was matched by her husband’s.

Philippe’s eyes shot open wide as his father pulls out a UNO deck.

"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."

Due to a difficult to explain magical phenomenon, Harry and Fleur get stranded on a strange new world. There are no signs of civilization in sight, and the pair has only their wands and their ingenuity to help them survive. What is worse, active magic behaves erratically at best, and so they have to rely on hand-made magitech.

And so unfolds the tale of a mad scientist Veela and a speed demon adrenaline junkie wizard, stranded together in a wasteland, surviving and learning to thrive.

Months have passed since the war ended. Lives are rebuilt, what was broken is now repaired, but even in the waking world Harry cannot escape the nightmares that continue to haunt him. As he considers his future, he receives an unexpected note and sets out to discover something worth living for.

(TL;DR, Harry is big depressed. Fleur takes it on herself to show Harry exactly what his sacrifices paid for. In my head I imagine the story revolving around these mysterious notes guiding Harry to all of these places and settings where he achieved something great, only to be surprised by someone that was directly affected or saved by his actions to meet him at each one to express their gratitude.)

"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.

Harry and Fleur stared at each other intensely, the cards in their hands properly hidden. Harry turned his head to the left to see his son, Philippe frowning in disappointment. It seems he has yet to master his game face.

He turned to his left and saw his little Marie pouting. He didn’t understand why, she only had one card. Five minutes later, he realized the situation: her last card was a wild +4!

“‘Ow could you, Marie?! A +4!” Fleur whisper-shouted.

“Mummy I didn’t want to end up with the wild card! Philippe played a 7!” Marie bemoaned.

“Me?!” Philippe said indignantly. “Dad played the 0!”

This simple game of Uno later became the most famous wholesome argument the world had ever seen.

(A/N: This can also be called the silent prophet’s angry rant about ending Uno matches on a +4.)

Harry fixes up old classic cars and takes them around to small shows, mostly at old diners, Fleur works at a retro diner(and wears rollerblades?)

They meet several times, but only for a few seconds. But one day, when Harry accidently bumps into her, knocking over her food tray, he apologizes by buying her some food and taking her for a drive in his classic car when she gets off work

Mutual crushes begin

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?

AU where the Beauxbaton's Carriage is actually only about the size of a high school school bus, so when the students get to Hogwarts, they have to find alternative sleep arrangements. Most students pick the great hall, library, and several other places, Fleur has trouble finding a place to be where she won't get hounded by people.

Cue Harry overhearing her woes and offering his four poster while he sleeps somewhere else. When prompted as to where he will sleep, he shrugs her off and simply states that, "I've slept in much worse places than whatever I can find here."

Obviously, Fleur is curious, and thus strikes up an uneasy friendship which clearly grows into something more as the days go by.

Oh, and the end of the fic has to have the two of them ending up cuddling in Harry's 4 poster, because, come on, that's what this prompt really was, an extended plot to have flowerpot cuddles

Dumbledore is negotiating with the Council of Veela Enclaves about establishing an alliance. He wants their support in the war against Voldemort.

The Council agrees on the condition that Harry Potter marries their representative, moves to one of the enclaves, and has at least two daughters with her within a few years.

Dumbledore agrees, but manages to convince the Council to keep this a secret from Harry, in order not to pressure him into a political marriage.

The Council has no problem with this, confident in the abilities of their representatives.

And so Council Agent Fleur Delacour moves to Britain with a mission. Seduce and marry Harry Potter.

“So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?” whispered Harry.

“Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand.” A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco’s wand:

“Avada Kedavra!”

"No u!"

There was no meeting of spells as Harry had casted the most powerful spell in the existence of wizard kind, the demise of dark Lord was inevitable.

He never thought when he first laid eyes on his bonny french rose, not even when he had already known to had fallen for her, that he would lead such a strange life.

A domestic life it is, yes, but even then there is a tiny of adventure in a domestic life with a Veela. He is not even talking about the sex, adventurous as that part of their life is. He has long since accepted that his life would never be normal, but of this was the kind of adnormal that is was going to be now, he thought as he sewed the pillow in which he had put his wife's feathers chucking to himself at the absurdity, he was ok with it. His wife was not human. You would never know to look at her, or even were you to interact with her in the way of colleagues, or even casual friends. You'd say 'that woman has a strange feel to her' or maybe you'd think she has a few quirks, if you know her better, but no one would guess at the extend of her inhumanity.

No, Fleur Delacour was most definitely not a human woman, despite any facade, despite the boundaries that social convention sets. He sees her when she is unbounded, though. She has no façade, no excuse to be other than what she is when she is with him. Yes, his life was not what people call normal, but if he was required to have a strange life by some quirk of the Fates, then he'd choose Fleur in this world and in a thousand more. He'd endure the life of a fated hero a thousand times more if that was the price set for choosing Fleur.

For she is his path, now and always, in this world or any other

What if Bill died after abandoning his fiance. What if Harry was with Fleur when Bill died and she passed out. Harry takes Fleur to St. Mungo's where they discover Fleur had been heavily potioned and was now having a negative reaction meaning whomever the potions were keyed to likely died. The Delacours are outraged and take Molly Weasley to court. Fleur realizes Harry has stayed with her throughout the entire ordeal. When suddenly it strikes Fleur that if Molly was after the Delacour vaults she would probably have been attempting to get ahold of Potter vaults the same way. What will become of the Weasleys when Molly's youngest two children side with their mother. Harry and Fleur start dating and after Fleur proposes to Harry she decides to give Harry something she never gave Bill, herself...

AU Where wormtail botched the ritual at the graveyard and Harry slew a weakened Darklord during the duel with a Bombarda. Dumbledore had previously destroyed all but one Horocrux and during the ritual Harry's Horocrux was destroyed.

In the wake of the end of the war, Harry had, after much badgering from Hermione, agreed to come back to Hogwarts to complete his final year of schooling. Imagine his surprise upon finding the recently widowed Fleur Weasley née Delacour as the new DADA professor.

Concerned, Harry makes the choice to approach her, leading to an evening of wine and reminiscing. However, when the two wake up the following morning in the same bed, things get rather complicated rather quickly…

A story about coming to terms with and accepting loss, and with finding the strength to move on.

Harry wasn’t worried when the two Malfoy goons walked into his office, he had dealt with hired muscle before. An unavoidable consequence of investigating people’s dirty laundry, you know? He wasn’t concerned when Lucious Malfoy himself, the head of the largest crime family in the country, walked in behind them. All suave and debonair, his tailored suit and matching cane looking more expensive than the entire contents of the little office. He wasn’t even concerned when Malfoy told him he wasn’t there because Harry had helped put one of his lieutenants behind bars, smug bastard even had the balls to smirk.

He was supremely worried when Malfoy offered to hire him.

He needed someone outside the Ministry to investigate something for him. A simple internal matter, had been the words used, but Harry knew better. One of their guys had gotten hit and they wanted to find out whodunnit, likely hoping to pin the blame on someone in the Nott family. Anything to light the spark of open war between the two families.

He almost refused, an immediate no, they didn’t take jobs from mob bosses. Gangsters were trouble…but they needed the money. They hadn’t had a decent paying job in a while, suspicious spouses and jealous exes didn't pay the bills, and his partner had been missing for days….

So, that’s how Harry found himself in the middle of a hotel room on the other side of town, the room a mess, blood stains on the bed and far wall, the remnants of a vase shattered near the door. The body of one of Malfoy's men was still in the bathroom, head leaning awkwardly against the tub. He took a long drag on his cigarette and then froze, eyes catching an object at the base of the side table. Walking over, he bent down and sighed as he picked up the hair clip. The small diamonds of the clip had been marred by flecks of red. He knew this clip, he’d seen it almost every day for four years.

“Dammit Delacour,” he muttered to himself, “What have you gotten us into?”

TL;DR: Noir AU where Harry and Fleur are PI’s

Voldemort has stolen the sword, Dáinsleif, from the Norse Pantheon in his quest for power.

In order to retrieve said sword, Freyja is ordered to send a squad of (can be, I dunno, 4-6) Valkyries, women with wings of pure white and covered in gleaming plate mail, in order to aid one Harry Potter in fulfilling the Prophesy and killing Voldemort. The leader of which is one Fleur Delacour.

Literally just made this prompt cause Valkyrie!Fleur.