Flowerpot

Post War. Professors Potter(DADA) and Delacour(Charms), team up to decorate the Great Hall and surrounding corridors for Yule. They start to try to playfully out-do each other, ending up playfully messing with each other instead of finishing the decorations. Cute, silly one-shot.

Her Smile.

Very few things in life could make Fleur Delacour smile. Not the smiles she gives out in public that if you look carefully or know Fleur very well seem fake and forced. A true genuine smile from Fleur Delacour made her shine in a different way, making her incredible Veela enhanced beauty seem less cold, distant and cartoonish and make her warmer and ever more beautiful to behold. Among the few things and people can achieve this would Fleur's little sister Gabrielle who never fails to make her older sister smile.

And when it is time for the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur is selected to be among the Beauxbatons delegation for the chance to be selected as school champion. When Fleur arrives at Hogwarts, she entraces many male (and some female) students from Hogwarts and Durmstrang. But not a single one of them can make Fleur truly and genuinely smile. That is of course, Fleur meets the Boy Who Lived Harry James Potter.

Having heard all the stories and rumours of Harry Potter, Fleur immediately assumes that Harry is nothing more than an attention seeker and gloryhound with an ego that would dwarf the planet Saturn itself. But to her surprise, Harry is nothing like the stories and rumours about him.

And he is able to make her smile.

An AU Post-war one where Harry and Fleur both ended up single, Bill succumbing to cursed injuries, and Harry and Ginny growing estranged. Harry and Ginny have both changed much during the fighting, bot bearing scars both physical and on their soul. They agreed that they were both merely hurting each other and have split up. Harry had a few short unsuccessful relationships where his partners either wanted to use his fame or quickly grew disillusioned when the relationship with him did not compare to their dreams. In the meantime, Harry and Fleur’s friendship grew, based on mutual trust. Both have seen each other in vulnerable states, being there for each other when the other stumbled. Fleur not only grows to love Harry, with his flaws, scars and nightmares, but she falls in love with him too. Yet Harry’s heart has been broken time and again, how to convince him of her love? How to convince him to give love a chance? One time, on the summer solstice she convinces him to watch the sunrise with him. There she is willing to share with him some of the most intimate Veela magic there is. Illuminated by the rays of the rising sun, Fleur’s hand clasps his, forearm against forearm, their pulses meeting, their magics intertwining. Harry gets to feel her magic, her emotions, her heart. Their pulses synchronize as their two hearts beat as one, if only for a moment.

Thirty years after Voldemort's defeat, at a party, Harry reveals that his ahem 'First time' wasn't great. Fleur is appalled. So she does what any good friend (in her opinion) would do. She travels back in time to give him the experience he deserves.but it's closed loop time-travel as already established in canon. So that means that Harry's actual first time had always been with Fleur. But he wasn't lying about his perceived first-time being bad, so even though they've both caught feelings for one another, Fleur has to obliviate Harry (he agrees) at least up until the point of her traveling back in time so that reality doesn't collapse. Harry's bad 'first-time' is bad because it's not with Fleur, and he can tell that something just isn't quite right. Fleur returns to her time just after she left, and dispells the obliviate. Happily ever after.

Prompt: Petunia awakes one morning to find a parcel on her kitchen table 4 years to the date her estranged nephew came to her lonesome's door.

The words "How To Raise a Respectful Lord/Lady: A Muggleborn perspective" stuck out to her, as a female with greying black hair smiled softly, as she pulled her cloak back over her head, and disapperated.

(TL;DR: Minerva sets Petunia and Harry up for success by letting them know of his inheritence; He grows up knowledge of his responibilities, and 2 loving aunts. Vernon and Dudley dont exist, RW/MW/AD bashing)

Wizards and witches often swear by Merlin, Morgana, or Circe. That is because they, and many others, are still active. Ascended, rid of the shackles of mortal life, they are now part of the Arcane, powerful, enigmatic beings with their own interests. Some benevolent, others less so. Many Arcane band together to form Houses, grouped by similar alignments and interests, while others are wild, independent.

The most ubiquitous form of divination, other than crystal balls, is card reading, using the Arcane Deck of Fate. Mysterious magical artefacts whose cards change depending on the situation among the Houses.

The Arcane pursue their own interests, but cannot be everywhere at once. They have servants and agents, they offer deals. Every person who made such a deal bears a mark of the Arcane somewhere on their body.

Voldemort seeks the Path of the Ascendant, his mark based on the principle of the Arcane marks, he seeks to upset the balance and found a new House, one that would rule supreme.

In the times after the war, having fought brutally and fiercely, Harry marries Fleur Delacour. They settle down and after years of destruction, both dedicate themselves to creation.

Fleur becomes an Enchanting Mistress and Harry finds his life’s passion blacksmithing and artifice. Heating up, shaping and beating metal, listening to its song, it makes him feel truly alive. Together they craft wondrous items of beauty, purpose and great power. Their competition, goblins, tries to get them out of the business, yet Harry and Fleur make for a formidable pair. In a subversion of the usual tropes, Harry is the hothead of the pair, Fleur often having to cool his temper and offering him sound advice.

Leaning that Fleur was pregnant was perhaps the greatest news that the Potter-Delacour family could have receive, and the amazed and warm look on Harry’s face would have served as Fleur’s patronus for the rest of her days, if not for the terrible truth that had been revealed by a Healer's examination. The vile worm that had cast a stillbirth curse upon their sweet flower best hoped that they were already dead, lest the combined wrath of the extended Potter family rain down upon them. Most unfortunate was the fact the curse had dug its roots too deep for the healers to remove it in time for the child. But Nana Elena would never give up on a grandchild, thus she turned to the ancient rites of Rome, pleading to the gods for aid.

When a young, silver eyed, auburn haired woman showed up saying she had a treatment that would help, neither Fleur nor Harry looked a gift horse in the mouth.

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.

Imagine, if you will, a Fleur that lives in a simple single space appartement, trying to make a living of her paintings. Paintings about a magical world.

She's not very successful, but she has an eye for beauty, and a taste for the simpler pleasures of life.

His neighbour, Harry, remembers her from school, how could he forget that year. Or that face. She was colder and less approachable then. The time away from her family seemed to have been good for her.

She certainly would not have been caught dead in a messy bun and a paint stained overall before, but as she waved from where she stood trying to open her door -it always got stuck- he could not help but think that she had never looked more beautiful

Prompt: The year is 2022. Harry Potter is about 40 years old and has lived a life full of travel and magic since vanquishing Voldemort at Hogwarts when he was 17. Muggles have been steadily making progress cutting into the wild where magic was deeply hidden. New conflicts are brewing, ethics are being discussed, and one dashing hero makes a return to the European Wizarding community he left behind twenty years ago. How will his peers-turned-leaders receive him? Will the world again be placed on his shoulders? And why is Fleur Delacour so upset to see him in the spotlight once more?

(Anyone ever heard of cli-fi? Because I want a magical cli-fi with Flower Pot front and center.)

Fleur, a noble with force sensitivity and an affinity for mind trick grew up learning the backstabbing ways of her planets court. Harry is one of the few smugglers who can resist her species natural predilection for using the force to sway minds. And one of the fewer who will do business with them.

When Fleur’s sister is captured by slavers, she suspects Harry, and enlists him on a mission to rescue her. Setback after setback finds Fleur frustrated, and with a power growing to match. Tempered only by Harry’s suggestions of long-term benefit against passionate destruction, they begin a crusade against the galaxies slavers in an attempt to find her sister.

By her side the whole way, is Harry, whose enigmatic resistance to her abilites yet his continuing loyalty to her cause, and more importantly, her, sows the seeds of romance. Together, they fall to the dark side in their growing campaign against slavery, eventually pointing them to the government that allowed it to happen, and Korriban, the ancestral homeworld of passionate rebellion.

A more mature(perhaps nearly a year older?) Harry managed to catch Pettigrew in 1993 and free Sirius, who is cleared of all charges, and promptly takes Harry to live with him, however, he doesn't want to live in Grimmauld Place so he goes to his family's summer house in France, one Chateau Noir, that's down the road from another manor, where one of Sirius's acquaintances lives.

Trying to find a way to not leave Harry alone while he treats himself, Sirius hires their eldest daughter to tutor Harry, enter Fleur DeLacour, who is surprised the young man is immune or very resistant to her allure, she helps him learn French(by sometimes taking field trips) and they end up connecting over social troubles, a similar taste in music and Harry's cooking. He ends up connecting with her whole family(Gabby adopting him as the older brother who spoils her) and Fleur ends up helping Harry carry himself better and focus in his studies, while Harry helps Fleur have fun and teaches her how to cast a corporeal Patronus, as the weeks pass, they become interested in each other, and eventually fall in love. As Fourth Year commences at Hogwarts, Harry and Fleur are happy they are going to be together during the year. How will the School Year and the Tri-Wizard Tournament be different with Harry and Fleur dating?

He loved Fleur Delacour in a way that only war could give young people. With the passion of a bomb, and no real expectation of living to weather the shockwave. She, in turn, loved him for the brief distraction and hope he shined into their little underground nest, fully expecting him to walk up those stairs and into death’s arms, never to be seen again.

Issa WW2 fic yall! Fleur and Gabby live in hiding in a war torn France, hunted for their heritage. Harry is a member of the Allied magical forces trying to take back Paris from Grindlewalds forces before the muggles invade. He is injured and taken in by the two Veela.

"Émelie Isabelle Potter!" Émelie knew she was in trouble when her Maman used her full name.

"You need to eat your veggies"

Veggies are gross Émelie thought.

"Nuh uh."

"Émelie, sweetie did your Maman never tell you what happens to little Veela who don't eat their vegetables" Émelie's papa, Harry, gasped.

Émelie shook her head.

"No? You should tell her love." Harry said imploringly.

"Eet is a tale ze Veela have passed down for generations. Ze Tale of ze First House Elf" Émelie's mother, Fleur, paused for dramatic effect.

"For as long zere have been Veela, Mamans have told little Veela to eat their Veggies. But one little Veela, Victoire, refused. And slowly but surely she shriveled up. Her nose and ears grew to the size of an elephant's! And she stopped caring about her clothes!"

Émelie gasped! Stopped caring about clothes!?

"Maman! So Mipsy was a little Veela?"

"Oui, mon petite."

"And that's why we need to be nice to her?"

"Oui."

"OK. Papa I want the broccoli."

Tl;dr: Fleur scaring her daughter thinking she'll become a house elf if she doesn't eat her veggies

Write about Fleur and Harry reconnecting after a rough patch in their relationship.

Harry was ecstatic, just two days ago, his and Fleur’s daughter entered this world. She was beautiful, amazing, beyond words, as it often is when it comes to fathers describing their first child. She was perfect, from her charming little beak to her delicate little wings.

Now she rested in a crib in their quarters at Hogwarts castle with Fleur excitedly watching over her while Harry tried to focus on teaching his students. They too sensed his nervous energy and many, especially the younger students, were jubilant too, sharing in that joyous moment. Finally his lessons ended for the day and he rushed to his quarters. Upon entering he did a double take, it seemed that in his absence Fleur did some redecorating. There was now much more space around the crib, enough for a few people to dance around it. A few feet from the crib Harry spotted a new trapezoidal table.

Fleur explained to him that it was in preparation for a tradition among the Veela, one of the oldest that all Veela families carried with them wherever they went. She would need his help to prepare the room, for on the dawn of the third day since childbirth, the room would have to be prepared and only their darling daughter would be allowed to reside there. Long candles would be lit around the crib and bread, cheese, salt and porridge with honey would be prepared on the new table, along with their daughter’s first feather. The food would be to welcome the Orisnici, the fates that would come to examine their child. The feather a sacrifice to them. They would measure their daughter’s life and decide what gifts she would be blessed with, accompanied by dancing around her.

Harry, long used to unusual magical traditions simply smiled at his darling wife and went to help.

The next day, he could swear he noticed a flash of three, white clad figures, three maids, leaving the room, smiling at the proud parents.

Write a story entitled, "On a Raft of Driftwood and Dreams"

Imagine if Teddy morphed himself downy feathers every time Harry and Fleur were babysitting. Fleur is half annoyed, half-charmed at his childish innocence while Harry is having trouble breathing from laughing too hard and teasing Fleur mercilessly.

Throughout the ages there are stories, stories of gods and angels, monsters and devils, heroes and villains, and in all of these one thing is certain.

"Pride goweth before the fall".

But what of a hero stripped of pride from the beginning? One touched by fate and blessed with power, but freed from the hubris that felled so many before? There are many titans of magic and power, and all them are remembered in either glory or infamy. But what of a humble demigod? A wielder of supernatural power unfettered by pride.

Surely such a being could not abide in magical Britain, the land of heraldry and the glory of bloodlines of past deeds, but it is there that he was born. There that he fought. There that he died. Or did he? Some say that he stole away in the night after his victory over evil, fled away across the sea to one who knew his heart and not just his name, and bade all he met to forget his passing, to forget he was ever there. But, this is nonsense of course. After, there is no such thing as a demigod stripped of his pride.

Basically, Harry is not just another person, but someone well and truly blessed in power. Like a hero from myths, the guy has it all. Power, persuasiveness, luck. The one he doesn't have is ego. He was told his whole life he was worthless, and eventually he started to believe it. As he grows and matures however, people begin to realize he is no ordinary person. Like some mythic king of old he simply grows and grows until he looms over all he sees and his only equals are others that loom as large.

The world he was born into was dying, choked by one and barely held onto by another, and so the stage is set for Harry to set out on a crusade, and to fade away when it's done. His one escape being the only person who has the perspective of distance from the situation.