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Harry Potter is an animagus. His animagus form is a panther. Fleur Delacour likes cats. Like really, really likes cats

Pledge thy Life to Realm and Quest

Sword and Shield both Order blessed

With righteous Heart and World to trod Swear thy Heart to the Winged Lord

No fearsome Foe nor Abyss black

No moat or wild shall hold thee back

Let Faith and Honour be thy Guide

To Chivalry and Oath abide

Now swear thy Vow, take up the Fight

Raise thy Sword and Rise a Knight!

Platonic Pertemis fic where Percy is Aesexual and joins the hunters. Literally, he just straight up joins them outright and eventually becomes one of Artemis's friends, and she finds him easier to talk to because he's so far outside of her normal paradigm. Maybe give Percy motivation due to Gabe's treatment of him and his mom.

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

Harry and Fleur have a beautiful, lively, vivacious daughter.

She gets diagnosed with a blood curse, a consequence of the combination of curses Harry had been hit and Fleur encountered in her job.

They have to watch their daughter pay the ultimate price.

She is brave, and strong, and strives to live as she always had, learning what she can, having fun with friends. But she grows ever weaker, tires ever so faster.

At times, she despairs, asks why she should learn, because it is ultimately pointless. She is going to die.

She lives more at St. Mungos than at her parents' home.

Harry and Fleur struggle to stay strong for their daughter, hiding the tears they shed for her.

Until, finally, the healers at St. Mungo's send Ms Potter home. They give the Potter parents simple instructions: Make her comfortable.

Fleur Delacour has born many names over her life, Rhiannon, Triamour, Sigrún, Vasilisa, and many more. She didn’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse, but she has lived life unending. During her long life, she has met many remarkable people, and has fallen in love many times. Sometimes short and tragic, at other times long and sweet, her romances were truly the stuff of legend.

Only she knew a secret, by a twist of fate. Every lover of hers had been the same man, living many different lives, dying and being born again. Every time she would meet his incarnation, she would feel the stirrings of fate.

And such stirrings of fate were now bringing her to Britain, dreaming of dark hair and emerald green eyes.

She didn’t know how their romance would go this time, but of one thing she was sure. It would be legendary.

The Sword of Gryffindor has recently been found. It is not only a powerful artefact but also very expensive. Fleur has been tasked by her parents to steal it. Fortune smiles on her as Beauxbatons heads to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, now all she has to do is find it. The good news is that it was very easy to find, the bad news is that it is hanging off the hip of Harry bloody Potter. Shouldn’t something like that be on display, preferably with minimal security. Now, Fleur will have to get close to the wielder in order to get the sword. Not that sword! Get your mind out of the gutter. However, as Fleur gets closer to Harry, keeping business from pleasure becomes that much harder.

Fleur is an aspiring online cosplay model, and Harry is her cameraman/prop-maker

It started normally, Fleur liked video games and big swords, so she asked Harry to make her one out of foam. From there it turned into a suit of skimpy foam armor, then taking pictures of her to post to her tiny, personal Instagram. Next thing they knew, her cosplay photo blew up! And Fleur became obsessed and begged Harry to make her more costumes and props, and also take pictures of her in 'tasteful' outfits. Harry, of course, said yes.

There you go, that's the prompt. Maybe add some funny moments when these two old friends have to get over shyness? Haven't given this one much thought.

Veela aren't the only creatures known for their supernatural beauty. She simply didn’t feel the need to correct the mindless sheep when they called her a veela.

‘So much young blood in one place…’ her thoughts trailed off as she entered the hall and was momentarily overwhelmed. However, there was one scent that pierced through the stench of the others, there was something not quite human about it. When she looked towards the source, chilling green eyes stared back.

AN: I left the prompt itself bare on purpose. I didn't plan for Harry to be something else, originally she was just smelling the basilisk venom and phoenix tears. It would be an interesting twist if Harry was also a vampire and then there could be tension about intruding on the other's hunting grounds, or it could be a classic werewolf vs vampire tension.

With the language I used I was thinking Fleur was a more apathetic vampire between her strength, beauty, and immortal life she would view human life differently. Also it would be funny if Gabby was actually older than her somehow, maybe they aren't actual sisters. The sun likely only irritates vampires (maybe only magical vampires or higher born) or she would have been discovered quickly. Having the ability to enthrall and compel others would help her cover as a veela.

Modern, non-magic, circus AU. Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour live, travel and perform with the Fawkes Travelling Circus as flying trapeze artists. They are considered one of the best duos in modern times.

And as a few years passed, Harry began to develop feelings for the French beauty.

But, after Fleur asked for some time to think, and not knowing what to think of his confession, Harry became distracted.

And distractions, as his old mentor Remus Lupin told him, could be deadly.

The next day they have their biggest show yet, with promoters coming from all around the world to see if the small, family-run circus was ready for the big time. Fleur tried to ease the tension between her and Harry, but he didn’t want to talk to her. Instead thinking over the failed confession in his head over and over.

And, as they were executing their most daring feat yet, Harry was distracted…

...and dropped her.

It was only because of the old ringmaster’s demand for a net for the life-threatening routine that saved Fleur’s life.

Feeling like he was to blame for nearly killing the woman he had secretly loved for years, and not being able to bear seeing her in a wheelchair, Harry quit the trapeze altogether while remaining with the circus doing another act as it was his only means of income and his first home.

Years later, Fleur is just now coming out of recovery and physical rehab, returning to the circus and learning that Harry had given up on his dream because of her. So she decides to do something about it.

Fleur returns to the circus to a welcome back party thrown by her found family… only Harry is absent. She asks around the circus and learns that he is now a shell of his former self. No longer a ray of life and hope, but a depressed man who spends more time drinking than practicing his new daredevil routine. A decision that she realizes is putting not only his body, but his life at risk.

And he doesn’t seem to care.

She goes to him, telling him that she does not blame him for her injury, and that she is sorry for refusing to talk about his confession at the time. And that she has since learned how much she cares for him after the years in hospital and rehab.

She foolishly expects him to change back to who he used to be, and becomes heartbroken when he tells her that he honestly doesn't care if he dies during an act anymore, that it would be what he deserves for nearly killing her.

Heartbroken and anguished, she goes to his old mentor Lupin to figure out a way to help Harry.

He suggests the only way for Harry to return to who he used to be is to get him on the trapeze with her again. So she decides to do just that.

Even if she could barely walk, she would get back into shape enough to help him.

Anything for him.

She trains for months to get back into performance condition, nearly giving up because of the pain, but refuses. Knowing that this was the only way to help Harry.

The time comes that she is ready to perform again, and she tells Harry just that. He is against the idea, saying that she isn’t strong enough to do it on her own.

So she asks him to fly with her again

He initially refuses, saying he doesn’t trust himself anymore.

She cups his cheek with her hand, telling him that she’s always trusted him to be there to catch her. And that she would never want to fly with anyone else.

So, with tears in his eyes, he agrees to fly with her one last time.

[If I were writing this, I’d end it right after their performance. Maybe with a short few sentences acting as an epilogue or something. But, as always, feel free to alter it any way you wish!]

6th year Harry is accidentally sent back in time during the fight against Snape (the last thing Harry hears from his time period is Dumbledore shouting at a horrified Snape "You knobhead!!!"). He finds himself back in time, in hogwarts, landing unceremonisly on the lap of blonde girl from slytherine. An unfortunate girl, who has just found out that she was bethroed to Lucius Malfoy. Yes and it is only after an unfortunately very enlightening talk with Dumbledore that Harry learns of his predicament and becomes the target of the machinations of none other than Narcissa Black who sees him as her ticket out of an very unfortunate marriage agreement. Presenting: Narcissa Black: Love is War (hopefully this one won't take 5 seasons to get to the dating part!!!)

He loved the sight of a sleepy Fleur, barely conscious and definitely not wanting to leave the warmth of their embrace. Oh, she made him go crazy, made him melt with just a single half-lidded gaze. Harry would keep her close, she was his home.

Harry and Fleur's little cottage stood alone on a cliff overlooking the sea, it was located on the outskirts of Tinworth, Cornwall, near the coast. Looking at the cottage, visitors would often describe it as a "lonely and beautiful place". The cottage had been gifted to them by Arthur and Molly as a wedding present. Harry; however, loved the isolation of the place as it kept himself and his wife away from prying eyes.

It all started innocently, you see. Harry Potter began collecting feathers when his wife Fleur would sometimes shift into her Veela form during their "private" times. Harry found them to be rather soft and exquisite.

Fleur found the sight amusing and once asked her husband, "'Arry? What are you doing wiz zose?"

Harry replied with a grin, "Pillows, love!"

Fleur giggled and let a few more feathers drop as she watched her husband pick them up.

Indeed, Harry made a few pillows from the feathers he had collected. There were a couple that he kept in a lounge chair in his office at Hogwarts. Rather than become an Auror, he accepted the position of DADA Professor when it was offered to him by Headmistress McGonagall. His personal office would soon gain a reputation that it seemed to radiate a warmth and welcome not found in other professor's offices.

Harry also collected the feathers his two daughters or chiclets (he adored that term), Victoire and Émilie, would drop when he and Fleur, or their friends, would play with them. He turned those into bedroom pillows for himself and Fleur.

For as long as Harry could remember, he knew his name as Freak. During his primary days, he would only respond to the word freak, and nothing else, he didn’t say much, but when he did, he said one word, “Apathy.”

This trend ostracized from everybody at Hogwarts, that was until fourth year, when he met someone with blue eyes and blond hair, she asked for a dish he couldn’t name, and then she asked for his name. His response: “I am nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too?”

Harry is left a squib after the fall of Voldemort which occurs during the rise of Napoleon. Left without his magic harry, an orphan, is cast out by conservative magical Brittan and ends up gaining to army to find purpose and to feed himself.

While in France he meets the young daughter of a powerful French merchant the young lady Fleur and the two joined by the caue to free France from the yoke of Napoleon and his rapidly expanding army which comes to include French wizards fall in love. Story focuses on their love developing over the years while both are servant to circumstances.

Will fleur be forced into a political marriage to save her family?

Will harry discover his magical heritage and fleurs own?

If so will fleur be able to help him reconnect with his magic?

Where does Harry's allegiance lay? With King and Country? With his men or with the woman who commands his heart.

So, I discovered 'Sudowrite' recently and it's kinda magic. Definitely the best natural language AI I've seen so far. One of its experimental abilities is to take a prompt or summary and turn it into a scene of a few hundred words. For example: Fleur Delacour breaks into the Ministry of Magic in the dead of night. After stealing a time-turner from the Department of Mysteries, she is confronted by Harry before she can escape. Becomes... [4:14 PM] Fleur crept through the dark Ministry of Magic, her heart pounding in her chest. She had done it. She had stolen the time-turner. She was about to leave when she heard a voice behind her.

"Stop."

It was Harry Potter.

Fleur turned to face him, her heart racing. "How did you know?"

"I could hear you coming from a mile away," Harry said. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I cannot let you stop me," Fleur said, trying to sound braver than she felt.

"I don't want to stop you," Harry said. "I want to help you."

"You are lying," Fleur said. "You are trying to trick me."

"I'm not," Harry said. "You can trust me, Fleur."

Fleur looked at Harry, wondering if she could really trust him. Her mind went back to what Professor McGonagall had told her. "Listen to your heart, because it will always tell you the truth," she had said. Fleur knew that she could not trust her head or her ears, but her heart would be able to tell her the truth, wouldn't it?

"Tell me the truth, Harry," Fleur said. "Why do you want to help me?"

"Because I know what it's like to be in your position," Harry said, his green eyes boring into hers. "I'm here to help you escape."

"Why do you want to help me?" Fleur said, not letting go of his gaze. "Is it because of what happened in the maze?"

Harry nodded. "I know how much it hurts to lose someone you love."

Fleur thought back to the night that she had met Bill. He had been a handsome young man with fiery red hair and a charming smile. He had been charming and sweet, and Fleur had fallen for him just like that. She had loved him too, and when he died, she had been devastated. She had felt like she was in a living hell. And then there was what happened with Gabrielle. Her little sister had been killed by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, right in front of her eyes. It had been the most painful thing that Fleur had ever experienced, and she did not wish to experience anything like that ever again. That was why she was planning to escape into the past. She was going to make sure that none of the events that caused her pain would ever happen.

okay, I have a soulmate AU, but wait hear me out on the soulmate thing. So get this, in order to find your soulmate, you have to sing. When you sing, your soulmate hears it, and it's beautiful and all that jazz, and you'll know it's your soulmate because of the innate magic that's a part of the whole soulmate schtick. If your soulmate is a Veela, you'll know it immediately, because, while the non-veela male (or female) has no desire to sing, the Veela mate will pick up the slack and sing for you, because they're distantly related to Sirens.

When Harry Potter re-enters the Wizarding World, he has no desire to sing, never has before, and doesn’t now. All of the wizarding world knows that this means he has a Veela mate. Everyone congratulates him when they find out, as Veela are supposedly the most beautiful of singers, in addition to being otherworldly beautiful women. Harry smiles and tells people, "yes, I’m very lucky, her singing is beautiful."

Only, he's lying, because he's never heard his soulmate sing before.

Fleur Delacour is mute.

Not for the first time since he left Earth, Harry wondered why the hell he took Nagi's offer to head up the Wizarding contingent of the White Whale.

Sure, not dying with the rest of humanity was a plus, and getting his family out was definitely worthwhile. But even before his getting voluntold into BLADE (which honestly isn't that different on the danger scale from his school days), his planned job wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to.

Lots of paperwork and a very unsubtle suggestion of him fathering a new generation of little wizards, something Fleur was highly amused by and gave her more ammo for encouraging him to take a on a concubine in order to have a proper heir to the Potter line (which is definitely not motivated by his wife's desire for threesomes and any such insinuation will result in playful stinging hexes), not that Harry particularly cared about that. He was perfectly fine with either Teddy or one of the girls taking on the line.

He kept saying the only reason he was working as a member of BLADE instead of his actual job of teaching dueling and defense was to find the pods for his wife and daughters. Only problem was nobody believed it, not his team, not his godson, not his student turned assistant, and most frustrating, not even himself. Hermione in her at times infuriating tendency of always being right, struck gold again. He did have a saving people thing, and when you have millions of souls needing saving, well his damn complex won't let him resist. At least the company is decent, and he's got more backup than Ron and Hermione this time around.

(a fun little prompt of Harry taking the role of Cross from Xenoblade Chronicles X, harem protagonist tendencies included free of charge)

Daphne Greengrass sat in front of her mirror, trying to decide on a look for the day. Blonde? Raven-haired? Done that, she thought to herself. She looked down at her chest and tried several different sizes before she decided on one that would make boys drool and girls envious, such as Granger and the Weasley girl.

Next, she stood up and checked the rest of her body before deciding that she liked the way she currently was. Nice, long legs, she thought to herself. Then, she smoothed out her skirt and smirked, Nice and firm. She sat back down and looked in the mirror, changing the colors of her eyes before settling on a light blue. Then, she adjusted the length of her hair from its current short crop to a length all the way down to her waist.

Smirking to herself, Daphne changed her color to a different shade again. Damn, you fine, she thought to herself after tying her hair into a ponytail.

"You know, you're gonna give everyone a heart attack looking like that," Astoria Greengrass said with a laugh as she watched her older sister's antics.

"Yup," Daphne giggled. "Come on, let's go. I can't wait to see everyone's reactions," the currently red-headed girl said as she linked one of her arms with her sister's.

Part 2

As Daphne and Astoria Greengrass entered the Great Hall, many jaws dropped at the state of Daphne's appearance. The duo soon made their way towards the Gryffindor table so that Daphne can sit with her boyfriend who just happened to be Harry James Potter.

Looking up from his seat, Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend, almost burst out laughing when he saw Daphne's current appearance. Quickly putting up a finger to her lips, Daphne then pointed at Harry. Ron looked over at his friend and turned back to Daphne and winked.

Harry sat quietly eating his lunch when he heard a soft, sultry voice behind him, "Hhhaarryy…" Puzzled, Harry turned around and was stunned by what he saw: his girlfriend Daphne as a Red-Head with an absolutely stunning figure.

Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley stared at the newcomer with a scowl on their faces, noting the displeasure at the interruption to their meal. Eyes bulging Harry stood up and kissed Daphne in front of everyone before he picked her up bridal-style and ran out of the Hall.

"HHHHHAAAAARRRYYYY!"

Ron smirked and pulled out Harry's Marauder Map and motioned for Astoria to take a look. Two names were currently in a nearby broom closet, very close to each other. Both Ron and Astoria looked at each other before they both started laughing hysterically.

Inspector Vernon Dursley was expecting a lot of things on Halloween, his orphaned Nephew was not one of them.

He got along well enough with James, the fact that they were both lawmen was a bonding element for them, but he knew well enough that he and his wife weren't close enough to the Potters to get custody of Harry, not unless a lot of other people died too. But Vernon was not a man to let that stop him, he would raise Harry as someone who could follow in his father's footsteps." In another life Harry would have been raised in a less than pleasant fashion. This time however, he was raised in a loving home, with dreams of becoming a police officer like his Uncle. When his family told him about his heritage, that dream changed to becoming an Auror. Another pivotal moment in his life would be shortly after he turned thirteen, and met Susan Bones on his way to the first year of Hogwarts. The two quickly became close and would eventually begin dating by the summer of their third year. The duo of future Aurors would also befriend one of their French guests in their fourth year, another relative of an Auror, a Veela named Fleur Delacour. Things however, get a bit complicated when Harry's gamble to seize an early status as a legal adult (and thus get his Godfather a trial), after he is forced into the Triwizard Tournament also activates an old marriage contract between the Potter and Delacour families. Will Harry be able to navigate his love for Susan, his obligation to the marriage contract, his budding feelings for Fleur, and the ever growing shadow of Voldemort?

(My own contribution to battle the criminal lack of Harry/Fleur/Susan, also bumping the Hogwarts age up a couple of years in order to make the romance less awkward.)