Flowerpot

Time for more crack: E-Sports AU Harry, Fleur, Katie, Ron and Hermione are the line up of the E-Sports team called Dumbledore’s army, who miraculously made it into the World Championship. They are noteworthy for having three female players and for having a couple in their line up, while most other teams are sausage fests. Everyone expects the Death Eaters, captained by Voldemort, to win their fifth title in a row. Unbeknownst to everyone, they rig the group drafts and abuse exploits to have the easiest possible group stage while ensuring that the best opponents eliminate each other. And because they won five times already, everyone thinks that they are good rather than cheating. So during group stage, the DA is flattened by the Death Eaters, but still make second place and therefore the main stage, where they get all the really good teams before eventually meeting the Death Eaters again, whom they can now defeat after the experience won against the truly skilled opponents (so you have the prophecy partially in there). Also, imagine Luna "Moongirl" Lovegood as E-Sports caster.

Harry ends up with a cauldron full of Felix Felicis potion inside his system (which should have been a lethal dose). His saving grace? The basilisk venom having acclimated his body to poisons, so instead of a whodunit, we have a drugged up Harry who feels utterly invincible.

Unlike other cases of the potion inducing a lethal accident, his resistance sets him up for the greatest of time of his life. Only issue? He has no clue why he needs to go buy a shovel and a tarp.

I really liked the idea of someone trying to poison Harry and instead let Harry fix his life.

Inspired by: The Lone Wolf and Cub film series and manga.

Lord James Potter escapes the destruction of Potter Manor after witnessing the murder of his beloved wife, the Lady Lily, by Voldemort and his dark followers. Framed for the crime, James Potter escapes into the countryside with his 3-year old son, Harry James. The former Lord vows revenge against those who destroyed his family. James Potter; aided by a cart charmed and loaded with a variety of Muggle and Magical weaponry, decimates those who stand in his way of righteous vengeance.

Fleur was never treated too badly, all things considered. She had a roof over her head, a grandmother who loved her, and an infuriating half-brother who could barely take care of himself.

They may not of treated her differently, but the rest of the Southern Water Tribe did. Blonde hair and blue eyes, she was a tangible and constant reminder of what the Fire Nation had taken.

Maybe it's luck she ended up a waterbender and so it's easier for her tribe to accept her as somewhat part of them. She's never felt like she belonged though. Dreams of adventures and learning to waterbend plagued her across the entirety of her childhood.

But that all changed, when she and Sokka found a boy and his sky bison in an iceberg. Wearing lose fitting clothes, not at all designed for the chill of the poles, he stood out.

Holding his lethargic form in her arms, beautiful jade shines beneath newly opened lids. A jagged tattoo of a lightning bolt adorns his head.

"Who are you?"

Standard Harry/Fleur fic starting in GoF, no OP/Indy Harry, no fancy additions to canon, just a relationship piece focusing on Harry and Fleur falling in love and getting together, supporting each other through the war. What is there to make it unique? Fleur is aesexual. In a world where Veela are simultaneously looked down for being "less than human", and also fetishized for being the peak of femininity, Fleur struggles with an entirely different set of issues on top of everything else. Harry is there to support her and to teach her that love is more than merely physical, while she is there to teach him that it's just as important to love oneself as it is to love others.

It was the first year Harry and Fleur were spending at the Veela Enclave they have moved to, seeking a quiet and peaceful place to live. They got their wish and Harry was quite surprised at how quickly they were accepted as part of the community. The women welcomed Fleur with squeals, hugs and kisses, while the menfolk have just nodded respectfully at Harry and invited him to the pub for a round.

Now the summer solstice has come and Harry and Fleur were spending the day cooking and baking, preparing food for the evening celebration. The whole Enclave was preparing, every family taking part.

Afternoon soon came and it was time. It took quite some effort to carry all the prepared food outside, to the edge of the Enclave, where long tables with preserving charms were prepared, at the edge of a forest. One smaller hut stood nearby, close to a wooden podium, surrounded by cleared out space. Several pyres were prepared, one rather large while others looked to be made for campfire.

Finally, it was time to begin as all the people gathered. First, one family after the other, they entered the nearby stream, symbolically bathing themselves. Then, maidens with wreathes of flowers went around, carrying bowls of burning incense and feathers, going around each person, cleansing them by smoke.

Now came the part Harry considered a bit crazy. Everyone started clapping and cheering and people split into groups, each going to one of the smaller fires. One by one, they all proceeded to jump over the fire. Thus everyone was thrice cleansed, by water, smoke and fire. For the next part, each of the young flower crowned maidens went into the forest and the others started trickling after them. When Harry found one of the young priestesses, she smiled at him and bade him to choose three herbs from the selection she had at her feet.

The divination was a strange experience for Harry, who was used to Trelawney’s theatrics. None of that was present here, only him, the priestess and the nature all around. Still, in these humble conditions, Harry felt himself watched by mysterious forces more than whenever Trelawney predicted his future. He vowed to remember this for as long as he could as he returned to the area of the celebration.

Now came one of the parts everyone was looking forward to, they sat down to the tables, drank a toast to everyone’s good fortune and started eating the delicious feast. Musicians stepped to the podium and soon the cheerful tunes of flutes and strings, accompanied by drums and singing kept everyone’s mood up. Several times they took breaks, even musicians had to eat. As there was less and less food, more people were getting up, in pairs, in groups and started dancing to the music, who wasn’t dancing was at least clapping, cheering and singing.

Fleur dragged Harry to the whirling mass of people. While it seemed like nobody followed the same steps, there were no collisions, only good cheer and laughter. As the hour grew late, the songs became bawdier and the dancing wilder. Quite often Harry beheld a flash of feathers as dancing was often accompanied by significant looks, stolen kisses and gropes.

Suddenly, however, the musicians grew silent and vacated the podium only to stand next to it. A pair of figures, a silvery blonde woman in a dress of yellow, red and orange and in a mask resembling the plumage of a phoenix stepped on the podium from the right while a man in a blue, brown and green robe, tied together with a snake-like belt, wearing a black and blue mask, stepped on the podium from the left. The musicians started again, slowly, while everyone started clapping.

A ritual dance began, the masked figures circling each other and taking turns singing. It was a dance of courting, of seduction, and as both dancers grew more daring, the audience clapped faster and faster. As the clapping grew into a crescendo, the man grabbed the woman while Harry could see feathers sprouting on her shoulders. A searing kiss followed, then both dancers took off their masks, throwing them to the audience. The man grabbed his wife (always a married couple was chosen for this honour), lifted her into his arms and carried her to the nearby prepared hut. As they stepped of the podium, her wings obscuring them from view.

Even over the sound of cheering and loud music, Harry could hear the sounds of vigorous lovemaking and a Veela’s triumphant screeching. The dancing grew frenetic now, over half of the women at least sporting feathers and various couples leaving the main group to find a secluded spot. Just as his neighbour grabbed his laughing wife and threw her over his shoulder, Harry felt a tug on his hand.

sLooking at Fleur and seeing her bird-like gaze, he couldn’t resist, as she dragged him to a comfy looking meadow, her outstretched wings tickling his nose.

The Goblet of Fire was a sacred instrument, a wooden oracle crafted and enchanted by a long forgotten coven, in an era when Wizards and Witches would seek to learn the will of Magic itself and let it guide them; it forced on them no compulsion, nor penalty for disobedience. But the Goblet has not remained as it once was, as it passed through the centuries many great sorcerers have bent and remade the Goblet to serve new purposes. In recent centuries it has served to judge young Wizards and Witches, to find the best among them, those with the greatest potential, daring, and will, and to chain them to a deadly contest. The Goblet has been so extensively enchanted and charmed over thousands of years that it is no surprise that Barty Crouch Jr.'s Confundus Charm went unnoticed. Dumbledore himself would have struggled to discover the charm, if he even knew to look for it. It is therefore no great surprise that, after all their many years of careful planning and study, not one of the Triwizard Tournament organizers found the spells that were added to it by James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, when they found the Goblet in a dusty corner of Hogwarts one Friday night. If only Dumbledore had mentioned the tournament to Sirius, he may have thought to mention it before it was too late.Prompt Specifics: Each Triwizard Champion is selected with a partner – there are two names on each parchmentHarry and Fleur are partnered with each other. Krum and Cedric can have partners from any house or school, so long as that person's name actually entered the Goblet of Fire The Goblet is discovered to be tampered with, but the extent is unknown. No one is certain if the original tournament rules are in play, or if there are new win/lose conditions determined by the Goblet – Sirius has some insight for Harry, but that night is a foggy memory for himHow teams are selected by the Goblet is up to you, as are any additional conditions generated by the Goblet

After the second task, Fleur thinks about ways she can repay Harry, and after witnessing the trainwreck with him, Parvati and Cho at the Yule Ball, she decides to help Harry along in the field where he clearly needs the most help. Getting a girlfriend. Not just anyone will do, she wants to do Harry a solid, after all he saved Gaby, so she starts with a list of all girls in his year and above, eliminating them one by one. Some are easy, Hermione is dating Krum for example, others require a little more thought. In the end, it comes down to Katie Bell, Tracey Davis and Sue Li. So Fleur observes them for a while, how/if they interact with Harry, tries to track down whether the gossip about them is just that and so on. After a week of careful contemplation, Fleur decides that Katie Bell is the one for Harry. With that, phase 3 begins where she starts to engineer situations that result in the two spending time together. The attraction from both is clearly visible, but neither is making a move. After a fortnight where nothing happened, Fleur decides to fake them out into a date, sending invites in the name of the other to them. After the initial confusion, they enjoy the date, and quickly agree to a second one. Fleur then appears to offer Harry some advice, that results in the first kiss between Harry and Katie. Fleur should be happy, mission accomplished. However, during the month she spent invested in this project, she might have developed a crush, on both of her labrats friends. Therefore, Fleur comes up with a new plan, Codename: Triangle.

Bonus points if Fleur thinks she is super sneaky and manipulative when in reality it is really obvious what she is doing to everyone other than Harry and Katie.

Harry and Fleur grab the cup together when it malfunctions, and instead of taking them to the graveyard. It takes them to the entrance of the maze, as it was supposed to.

Only problem.

Three years have passed.

Fleur loved Harry, her adorable husband. Even with his wild, always ruffled hair, askew glasses and clothes full of greasy, colourful smudges. Many a time strange sounds, smells and explosions filled their home, coming from the underground laboratory.

It always fell to her to remind Harry of the smaller things in life, like meals, anniversaries or important visits. When inspiration struck him and he was planning another experiment, she once had to remind him to tie his shoelaces, not to mention the fact that his shirt was worn backwards.

But the moments when his eyes lit up with excitement, when an innocuous remark of hers would inspire him in his journey to discovery, how could she not fall in love with her brilliant, silly and adorable man all over again.

And when he invited to work with him, when she mentioned a wizarding orphanage, the harmony of their intertwined magic as they worked left her breathless, in awe. The result of their work that week? A series of toys to be given to the orphanage. Potter & Potter toys then became a household name.

Whenever another entrepreneur came to negotiate, it was her they had to face, a shrewd, cunning and resourceful woman, as charming as she was sharp.

Their friends? Many worked for the DMLE, in the Wizengamot, in the ICW. Since the end of the war, they worked tirelessly to make the world a better place, to quash any possible threats before they could become serious.

Nobody wanted Harry’s fury roused, his brilliance turned towards the purpose of waging war.

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.

It starts the same as above, with Fleur and Harry as cursebreakers and Harry dying to a particularly nasty dying curse of a defeated necromancer. Fleur panics, the bond between them shatters, her mind… cracks. She performs a necromantic ritual, bringing Harry’s soul to his body. It seems everything went fine and nobody notices. They go on with their lives, yet some vital part of their relationship is lacking. On the next expedition, Harry dies again due to a freak accident and is brought back by Fleur. This occurs a few times.

After some time, Harry starts noticing something is amiss, his memories, his personality, every time he comes back, he comes diminished. Fleur refuses to see. Eventually Harry tries to convince Fleur to let him rest, but Fleur is adamant. Harry keeps dying and being brought back, existence with Fleur becomes a torment. They are pursued be strange beings, agents of Death, meaning to restore the natural order of things. Eventually, Harry cannot bear to see Fleur inflict this torment on herself and seeks to end his unlife. After succeeding he begs the agents of Death to bring him to Death itself. Harry strikes a deal, entering into service in exchange for protection from being raised again. He accepts the mission to hunt down Fleur. Fleur meanwhile was growing increasingly desperate as her ritual stopped working. Upon hearing the beloved voice whispering her name, she looked up and beheld her Harry returned to the world. She jumped into his arms, forcing him into a kiss. Next thing she felt the cold bite of steel, as a razor sharp edge entered her heart. In Death’s court, shattered by this final betrayal, Fleur’s soul is a pathetic wretch, about to be sentenced to an eternity of suffering. Yet Harry intercedes, begging Death to give Fleur another chance. A bargain is made. For every instance of Fleur violating the laws of existence, a century of faithful service or one sinner in the same vein brought to justice.

After the second task, Fleur tracks down Harry to thank him for saving her sister. They end up talking until late in the night, at which point they go to the kitchens for a bite. Fleur also convinces the House Elves to part with a bottle of red wine. So at like 3 am, they are tired, tipsy and comfortable on a couch Dobby had organised them. The talk turns to relationships, and Harry gets a bit melodramatic, Fleur replies in kind and it becomes a "who has it worse" pissing contest, which ends with a "if we're not married by 20, were getting married to each other" deal. Originally, they started with age 40, but because of the "hardships" they face, they negotiated each other down (being a Veela, being famous, fangirls, allure). Fast forward to Harry's twentieth birthday when he receives an unexpected letter from the Delacour solicitor about a contract he entered in 5 and a half years ago...

Fleur Delacour was brilliant. She was smart, skilled, and determined to outshine all those who doubted her. She was also lonely and... frustrated. She was a vision of independence, always strong and proud, but though she could, and did, stand tall on her own, it grew tiring after awhile. She wanted... no, she needed to let go. To let herself be weak, to let herself rely on someone else for a change, to not need to be strong. But as a Veela, it was dangerous to let anyone participate in the kinds of things she wanted to do. She was an object of desire, that was how the world saw her. Something to be taken and possessed. It meant she couldn't afford to let anyone in except her family and childhood friends, and they needed her to be strong. She was just so tired. With every passing day it felt like she was burning out, like the Veela flames within were consuming her faster than she could renew, and soon there would be nothing left but a husk of who she used to be.

She'd tried before, to find someone she could relax with, someone she could let go with, someone she could be weak with, but it always ended in failure. As time passed she became more and more desperate culminating in the worst mistake of her life wherein she found someone willing to let her be herself, but who she knew wasn't right, wasn't safe. She'd seen the red flags and, in her desperation, ignored them. It was a disaster, and in the aftermath she gave up. She spent the day after it happened smiling bright and strong and reassuring her family that everything was fine, and she spent the night muffins her face in a stuffed toy and crying. She realized she'd never get what she needed. She'd have to stand tall and strong every day for the rest of her life, even as the crashing waves and burning flames tore what was left of her to pieces.

And then she met Harry.

Basically, Fleur spends her whole life forced into a constant state of strength and readiness leading to profound burnout and mild depression, but she doesn't want to be that way. She wants to relax and let go, and let someone else be strong for her, but she hasn't been able to find anyone who she feels safe to be with. Desperation drove her to compromise with someone who really wasn't safe, and it went horribly leading her to essentially give up. Then she meets Harry and she discovers that his kindness, compassion, and integrity are exactly the kind of thing she needs to feel safe and let herself let go.

TLDR: Emotional story about frustrated sub!Fleur letting in compassionate gentle!dom!Harry.

Many years ago King Huthek and Queen Titania, soulmates and king and queen of all summer fae, ruled over the entire summer court from the city of Atlan. One day, seemingly out of nowhere, Oberon attacked. This led to the beginning of the 5th Great War. Eventually, they managed to slay Oberon, but not without consequence however, as Atlan fell and they both were fatally wounded in the process. Before died, however, he set a spell upon the land that would one day allow him to return in a different form. Seeing this, Huthek and Titania together cast a spell to allow them to be reborn when the world needed them most.

Now, almost 6,000 years later, the events of this cataclysmic war have been forgotten by all but a few people, and having just recovered from Voldemort’s constant attacks, a power that has long been forgotten and memories from a time long since passed are about to be awakened in both Harry and Fleur.

Rules

Harry must be paired with Fleur.

No M/M or F/F. This is placed in a time period where that was not considered acceptable and as such the rules are written to reflect that.

At least 100k words long. You don’t actually have to do this but I would really prefer any fic from this to be at least that long. Dribbles however are a very welcome exception.

No bad words. The worst word that appeared in the entire series was b** during a very emotional moment. Hold yourself to that standard.

Anything inspired by this MUST be safe for work. This means nothing explicit. No exceptions here.

No harem of any sort. While sometimes it can work I have found that generally it just takes away from the fic as a whole.

Hermione and Luna must be friends with Harry.

Both Harry and Fleur both have fae ancestry.

Ideas & Suggestions (will be edited as I come up with more)

Perhaps somehow Harry and Fleur meet before they regain their memories.

Luna could see Harry as a brother figure.

Harry could go and retrieve things from the ruins of Atlan if he ever needs something but he might not always find what he is looking for.

Voldemort could be Oberon reincarnated.

You are welcome to replace the name Huthek with something else. I just pulled that one from a name generator.

If you come up with a drabble to post then feel free to do so. I like seeing those.

Fleur, famous romance author, has a major thing for her editor.

Harry, ever the professional, diligently spends his work hours helping her draft, edit, and revise the scenes in her newest book. Yes, even those scenes.

The deadline is approaching and the book is under heavy revision after the first drafts went out to beta readers and the feedback was less then ideal.

'Too specific,' and 'reads like a love letter.' And 'I just cant get into the mind of the male mc. He's just too oblivious. Even the smut felt too personal.'' were a few of the beta reviews.

Now theyre in crunch time, and Harry is working long nights to help Fleur get her book across the finishline in time.

But she just. Wont. Fix. The. Smut.

The waters around the island sparkled in the midday sun, like multi colored jewels dancing atop the waves.

The sea breeze wafted across the beach, gently mussing Harry’s messy black locks as he sat atop the sands, leaning back on his elbows.

A laugh drew his attention. He turned to the shore...

And beheld a vision in silver and blue.

Fleur Delacour stood on the soft, wet sand, letting the waves wash over her feet as she smiled.

She turned to him, and he beheld her in all her summery glory.

She was dressed in a light, powder blue dress top, her shoulders bare, loose sleeves billowing in the wind.

Her top was tucked into a pair of white bikini shorts that hugged her lithe figure. A sash, the same shade of blue as her dress, was wrapped around her waist. Her legs were bare, dainty feet adorned in merely a pair of blue sandals.

Her silvery hair, done up in an easy ponytail and held in place by a dark blue bow, swayed in the wind as she smiled at him, her face lighting up angelically with joy.

What had he ever done to deserve her?

Why had she ever chosen him, of all people?

“‘Arry?”

He blinked, startled from his thoughts.

Fleur leaned over him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her shoulder as she spoke, eyes filled with concern and care, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said.

She pouted adorably, stomping her foot in the golden sands. She sat herself down in his lap, wiggling around to find a comfortable position, the feeling of her derriere doing things to him.

Her hand came up to cup his cheek, “You can't lie to me, mon amour.”

Harry smiled at her, his arms coming up to wrap around her chest, pulling her in, as he rested his head on the crook of her neck, “I’m not lying, Fleur. Just remembering how lucky I am to have someone as wonderful as you.”

She smiled, planting a kiss in his hair as her hands came up to lovingly stroke through the messy raven locks, her voice laden with love as she replied, “Believe me, ‘Arry. The feeling is mutual.”

I didn't think anything of it when that dame walked through my door.

Red lips. Long blonde hair. Piercing blue eyes. She told me a story about a missing man that struck the smallest of chords. I tried to turn her away. I told her she needed the police, not a PI, but then she'd pulled a worn page from her bag. A page containing information she shouldn't have. Nobody knew my past, nobody. Anyone who did had either died in the war or left the city. Yet there was proof that I hadn't been as careful as I thought, so I'd taken the job.

She'd used me.

She hadn't stumbled across my office by chance. Hadn't been around the neighborhood until she found a place that could help. No, she'd targeted me. Picked me to find this William Weasley character for a specific reason. Never heard of the schmuck, but somehow he was important.

It was supposed to be a simple job. Finding people was my specialty but then the bodies started dropping. Clean kills, with nothing but a feather left behind. Suddenly, I found myself stuck in the middle of the minefield that was the city's underbelly. Sitting on a powder keg of open violence threatening to spill into the streets. The Malfoy and Weasley families were gearing up for all out war and William seemed to be the key to stopping it from happening.

Everyone's asking: where is William Weasley?

That's not the question they should be asking. There was a far more pressing question that needed answering. One I suspected would answer the other.

Who, exactly, is Fleur Delacour? . Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour star in…Birds of a Feather

So this idea was originally intended for a Harry/Tonks story, but with just a few changes... During the Hogwarts raid, Harry is killed in a crossfire. He then wakes up with a faint memory of King's Cross and Dumbledore, but no details. He is in a room in the Leaky Cauldron, with a letter congratulating a Henry Evans to being accepted to Hogwarts for his seventh year. He is to present himself at Hogwarts on the 28th of August 1994, and he will be tested due to a lack of OWLs on record. Panicking, Harry runs to the bathroom, where he sees that he now looks different. No scar, no glasses, slightly rounder face, brownish hair. Harry still recognises himself at a bunch of minor details, but no one would look at him and be like "that's Harry Potter".The interesting bit about diverging at the end of 6th year is incomplete information. Dumbledore failed big time with Malfoy, so Harry wouldn't trust him at all. Snape is a traitor. Harry knows about Horcruxes, but not where to find most of them. So Harry sets himself a few objectives, like preventing Voldemort's resurrection, catching Pettigrew and such, but he has no one whom he can trust since Ron and Hermione are too young and the Order is a bunch of strangers. Maybe stop his younger self from getting into the tournament, but dealing with Crouch Jr would be difficult and potentially beyond his abilities. Then Fleur shows up for the tournament, you get your average romance and then you can eventually have "Henry" reveal the truth, with him and Fleur teaming up with limited future knowledge

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.