Flowerpot

Part 1

Harry does not get to respawn after offering his own life. Or rather, he wakes up on October 29th 1994 and spends most of the day supremely fucked up. He still is questioning if he died and respawned or if it was a dream, a vision or something else. But realistically, it had to be a nightmare, right?

So his name comes out of the goblet, well, what does that mean for the rest of his memories? In the middle of his inner crisis, he does not notice that Fleur is behaving oddly herself.

After the champions are dismissed, she pulls hin aside and, after a bit of "do you have memories of things which haven't happened", Fleur reveals that she too is from the future, although later than him. The second stage of the battle went similar to canon, maybe a bit more bloody. But in the end it came down to Bellatrix and Voldemort. Bellatrix killed Ginny and Luna before Molly got her, and fir a moment, it looked like they had Voldemort. Who avenged Bellatrix before killing McG. Then Flitwick fell, followed by Slughorn. Quantity might be a quality by itself, but Voldemort was a force of nature. One by one, the defenders fell. Within minutes, it became a retreat, which quickly turned into a rout. Out of more than a hundred defenders, a handful lived to tell the tale. The Weasleys completely wiped out, as was the Order and the DA. Hermione only lived long enough to get to Shell's Cottage and give Fleur that account before succumbing to her wounds. Fleur fled to some Veela enclave while Voldemort took over Britain directly, delving deeper and deeper into the darkest spells and mass sacrifices. It took Fleur years to figure out some kind time travel shenanigans, and only some stammered half sentence from Hermione’s last words made her consider that Harry might have Gone back.

Part 2

So they have a chat where they try to piece together what happened in the forest, but Harry does not remember everything perfectly (no idea about the Horcruxes for example, or that Moody is an imposter), but he remembers that Snape and Dumbledore thought that he had to die to defeat Voldemort, and that plan clearly did not work. And the meeting at King's Cross with Dumbledore, which seems even more bs now. Which means that any plan involving Dumbledore is an instant no.

So you have Harry, nearly 18 years old and a war veteran, and Fleur, a widow aged 25ish who had to leave her daughter behind to ensure that she has a future, ready to fuck some shit up. Neither have perfect nemories, but they have a rough outline.

Also, bonus points if they breeze through the tasks with copious amounts of violence (magical one shot laser against the dragon, burning down the maze and so on) because they have no time for that bs.

Fleur learns an animagus form but it's not a bird type animal.

It's a hamster.Just to piss her off she sees Harry become a firebird

"You foolsie fool Potter. There is a battle that we are a mere smidgen of. A battle that makes the waves which shapes our very being. And these waves are our battles." Even five years after Harry Potter won the war against Voldemort, the Dark Lords final words continue to haunt him as he rises through the ranks of the rebuilt Auror Department. Yet in the year 2002 whispers of a new war unsettle the wizarding population to it's very core as the dark omens continue to mount. A disturbing rise in suicides among Seers, Inferni walking across Romania and the modern battlefields in the middle east as the muggle War on Terror begins to run it's destructive course. And as a magical Task Force with Harry at the helm lead the fight against the the emerging threat takes up the fight, they'll find themselves conforted by a new Dark Lord that seems to push the likes of Voldemort and Grindlewald into the shadows. Bahl'al "The Severed". (a Harry Potter and Myth crossover, though not a complete fusion) (would be either a Harry/Fleur, Harry/Daphne, Harry/Susan or Harry/Fleur/Daphne pairing)

Gabrielle Delacour was an angel. She was perfection in human form, passion and beauty given flesh. Her smiles lit up the world, and her kind words were the greatest blessing any mortal ears would ever receive. She was young, barely a girl, but her angelic perfection shone through so brightly, Fleur was convinced that it would be blinding as she grew older.

And this perfection, this beauty, this goddess among mortals, needed to be protected from the grasping tendrils of the cruel world that would seek to cast her down, to drag her into its depths and mar her perfection, snuff out her light.

Fleur had been blessed to be family to Gabrielle, but she recognised that the blessing came with a duty. A duty to protect Gabrielle from anything, anything, that would bring her discomfort.

So when she had realised that the organisers of the Triwizard Tournament, her testing ground, had taken her sister, put her in the slimy depths of the cold, dark lake amidst filthy merfolk? She’d been ready to burn Hogwarts castle, and all its inhabitants to the ground for their actions against Gabrielle, for their blasphemy.

It was only her concern for her little angel’s wellbeing that had stayed her hand. Their retribution would come later. For now, only Gabrielle, perfect, kind Gabrielle’s retrieval mattered.

But she’d failed. Fleur Delacour had failed in her duty. She had fallen to the clutches of the monsters of the lake, dark extensions of the corrupt world that sought to stop her from saving its salvation.

And her heart had stopped in her throat when she had seen Harry Potter, the little boy hero, emerge from the lake with her sister in his arms. As Gabrielle had chattered at the confused boy later, after she’d made sure her younger sister was unharmed and untouched, Fleur Delacour had stood back, deep in thought.

There was no person on this earth pure enough to be deserving of her sister’s love. But from what she’d seen of Harry Potter, he had the potential to come close.

But she’d have to wait. She’d have to watch. She needed to know everything there was to know about Harry Potter, so she could begin molding him into a proper consort for her angel, Gabrielle.

And to do that, she’d have to get close to him.

She had never expected him to fall in love with her in the process….

TLDR: Fleur is a Siscon, and things naturally spiral from there.

Harry notices that the Weasley's plus Hermione still don't like Fleur, especially after she broke off her engagement with Bill. So, in order to try to mend bonds and show them that they can all be friends, Harry invites them all to go camping with him for a week. But Ron and Hermione have to cancel as they just got engaged and are busy. And Ginny cancels because she still doesn't like Fleur and refuses to spend any time with her, so that leaves Harry and Fleur.

Surprisingly, Fleur is still wiling to go camping with Harry, regardless of it just being the two of them(as they had originally decided for the boys to tent together and vice versa.

So they drive a few hours into the wilderness, completely alone for hundreds of kilometers

They set up their tents, camp, collect firewood and begin preparing dinner. But as they are about to eat, a freak storm appears out of nowhere and the two have to hide in the car to avoid the severe rain and wind.

And when they emerge an hour later, they find the Fleur's tent is completely gone, washed away in the freak flashflood. Along with all her supplies and clothes!

But when Harry suggests just calling it a trip and going home, Fleur just shrugs, says that she didn't have many cute clothes in there anyway and doesn't mind. She can just borrow from him, if he doesn't mind, of course. He doesn't. And when Harry realizes that her tent is completely gone, he's worried, as says as much. But she merely shrugs, saying she'll just have to bunk with him, if he doesn't mind, of course.

Harry doesn't mind, he doesn't mind one bit

Then several comedic things happen, they have romantic moments at the campfire and blushes in the tent, then things jump several steps when Fleur asks if wants to go skinny dipping

Harry agrees, of course

Fleur couldnt stand it. It was horrid, abominable, and just plain wrong. Harry had never been to the beach before. It was a travesty of the most epic proportions, and something had to be done. So it was decided. She and Harry would go to the beach. And not just any beach. The beaches of Rio de Janeiro. At the beaches, Fleur had gone to pick up some drinks from a nearby stall. In and around the stall, men and women alike turned and stared at the gorgeous french woman, dressed in a strappy, revealing onepiece as she waited in line for her drinks. A couple of young men, who had been outright ogling her for the past few minutes, finally plucked up the courage to approach the beauty, were suddenly frozen in their tracks by an ominous aura that seemed to emanate from the blonde. Everyone around her instinctively took two steps back, yet she didnt notice, her eyes locked on the sight that had inspired this feeling of dread. A distance away from the stall, two young women, dressed in two piece bikinis, were talking to her harry. Even now, she took a moment to admire her boyfriend. Having always been fit (out of necessity), Harry’s body was now a sight to behold, thanks in part due to her insistence that he work out, and a proper amount of food that helped his body truly develop. Lean and toned, Harry's body was to Fleur a work of art. Biceps that she loved to trap between her breasts, hard planes that she would worship at any point, abs she would gladly drizzle caramel over and feast on, those defined hipbones that led downward into the wonder that was hidden in his trunks, and so. Much. More. A small tattoo wrapped around his upper right bicep, the only blemish on his skin aside from his scars, a thick line of black, written in an archaic language that few knew of, and fewer could read, proclaimed “Property of Fleur Delacour.” Yes, Harry’s body was one she could ogle forever and worship endlessly. And it. Was. Hers.

No two bit thots would lay a single finger on her man. As she approached ogling all the while, she saw both of them lean into Harry’s personal space. He leaned back slightly, obviously uncomfortable, yet still unfailingly polite. As soon as she was close enough, she spoke, her voice louder than needed, but drawing the attention of those *sluts away from her man. “‘Arry. Zere you are!” She embraced him from behind, body molding to the back of his frame as she peeked over his shoulder at the two women, eyes narrowing dangerously, “and just who might you two be?”

The entire day continues in the same vein, with Harry and Fleur just trying to enjoy the beach, and Fleur gladly ogling Harry, while beating away the numerous girls who approached her boyfriend with a stick. The men on the beach don't even dare try to approach her, due to the aura of death she’s giving off. Harry either doesn't notice, or does not comment. He’s just happy to spend the day with his Fleur, especially when she’s wearing something so….. fitting. Could be part of a larger work featuring possessive!Fleur, or just remain a oneshot.

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.)

The sound of an old car coughs from the Dursley's driveway.

Petunia peeks through the curtain and stairs in horror at the beat up Lada coughing smoke as it dies. It's door opens and the most horrendous noise Petunia has ever heard echoes from the cars stereo.

Out climbs a young lady in a black striped tracksuit.

She's.... Smoking

To Petunias horror, she tosses the still smouldering cigarette bud right there in her driveway.

She was so lost in shock, that she didn't realize the young woman had come to their door and was banging on it.

She ignores it But the banging intensifies It was attracting the neighbours She needed to stop it

She calls for Vernon to answer the door Vernon rips it open with fury on his face But is cowed in an instant when he sees the hard glare in Fleur's eyes.

"You Dursley?"

Vernon nods weakly

"This Harry's house, da?"

He nods again, trembling now

She pushes past him, and past Petunia, who whimpers.

She goes straight to the kitchen And pulls open the fridge, hard enough that the jars rattle.

Petunia watches her take out a tupperware filled with last nights leftovers, and raises her hand weakly to try and stop her.

Fleur doesn't bother warming the food. She just grabs a fork, and sits down. Pushes Vernon's paperwork on the floor and begins eating.

Without swallowing, she points the fork at Petunia.

"Fetch Harry."

Petunia rushes up the stairs. And comes down moments later with a very confused Harry Potter.

His face brightens up as soon as he sees Fleur, something which to the Dursley's surprise, is mimicked by the terrifying young lady.

Fleur drops her fork, messing food without a care and grabs Harry in a massive hug, peppering his face with kisses and proceeds to drag him out of the house.

Dudley comes downstairs and finds his parents standing there frozen.

He hears a car wheezingly start up through the open front door

"Mum?"

She ignores him and turns to Vernon.

"What the fuck just happened???"

When Fleur shows up at Number 4, Petunia warmly welcomes her and invites her in for tea, going all out to make a good impression on Dudley's new girlfriend. Her son managed to find quite the looker after all, and she doesn't want to mess things up for him. She asks all kinds of questions and Fleur gives Muggle appropriate answers. So Fleur tells her how she works in a London bank, has been over in Scotland for an exchange year and so on. Petunia really starts to like this young woman.

Half an hour into the meeting, Harry returns "home" and Petunia's world is shattered when Fleur kisses Harry in greeting.

Due to a freak magic accident, Harry disappears from the Dursleys at an early age. He reappears in a dragon reserve, in a cave and assumes the form of a dragon whelp. He grows up, being cared for by a strict broodmother, having many playmates and numerous aunts and uncles. After almost a decade there, his perspective, his frame of reference flipped irreversibly, he is a dragon and thinks like a dragon. Hogwarts teachers manage to track him down, teach him how to change between human and dragon forms and take him to Hogwarts. The school years are interesting to say the least, surrounded by squishy humans with little appreciation for proper hoarding. He is elated when Hagrid introduces him to little Norberta. As he grows up, many girls are interested in him, yet he shows no interest in return, their skin is too soft, their necks too short and ungraceful, their teeth dull, and no wings nor tails. It is the Veela who stoke the flames of his lust, but not the way they do with other humans. But when they transform, their wings come out, talons show themselves and their flames burn hot. Harry has a sexual awakening. And next year, one of the champions has the smell of flames and smoke, of passion and cruelty. Harry, for the first time in his life, wants to impress his potential mate.

Lucius Malfoy has a conundrum. The Dark Lord admitted at his resurrecion that his father was a muggle. Since then his social status has sunk beyond the depths he had suffered since the First Blood War. His businesses are teetering on the brink of insolvency and the Malfoy vaults are being leaned on as the Dark Lord's personal pocket money. The last straw is that he's completely lost interest in anything other than a thin crust of pureblood supremacy, is obsessed with James, Lily and Harry Potter and is actively trying to wipe out Pureblood families.

Solution: he and Elizar Nott have the wand of the darkest of all dark witches, Morgana le Fay, and the means of resurrecting her. Replacing the devil they know with the devil the don't is an acceptable risk.

However, the resulting resurrection produces a particularly capricious barely-adult dark lady.

Lucius is reduced to being Morgana's maidservant and Narcissa is promoted to run Malfoy Manor as the Dark Lady's seat of power. Draco is reduced to a barely-acknowledged minion. And what's this about the Potter family's scion, enchanter and artificer. Does a Dark Lady need a consort? Morgana decides to discuss this with Lady Lily over tea... once Lucius has poured for them and kissed Lily's signet ring on bended knee.

Going to get writing this either later today or tomorrow (it's a HEMA night tonight so swords out.)

Told from Hermione's point of view.

They are at the Gryffindor table in the Hall, Hermione off to the side doing some pleasure reading as she hears Ron, Harry, and the rest of their dorm-mates talking about girls and kisses.

They start doing that stupid bet where one of the mates bets Harry to kiss the next girl to walk through the doors. With the cajoling from the rest of the guys, Harry accepts and just as he does, lo and behold walks in Fleur Delacour.

Everybody, in earshot, even Hermione lets out an "Oooh" and watch Harry. Harry is no coward, however, and stands heading to the table where Fleur is seated. He walks forward even as he feels as if he left his stomach behind, with his heart trying to escape from his chest, beating so loudly.

He reaches Fleur and calls out to her, and as she turns he leans down. Kissing her lips; She's shocked and still, giving Harry the opportunity to suck ever so softly her bottom lip. Then he straightens and leaves the Hall so quickly Hermione wonders if the no apparation in Hogwarts ground was a lie. Even so, Hermione enjoys the look of shock on the normally composed girl.

Later in the evening, Hermione is making a trip to the library before it closes to return a book when she hears a voice with a french accent. Curiosity takes hold of her and she peaks through a corner shocked to see Harry being pressed against the wall as Fleur Delacour french kisses the life out of him.

"And that, Monsier, is how you truly kiss a girl. Oui?"

Is the last thing Hermione hears as she turns to walk away, giving her friend some privacy.

Despite emerging victorious from the Second Wizarding War, defeating Voldemort, and finding love, it seems that happily ever after was never in the cards for Harry and Fleur. Bill went first, taken by a complicated trap in a former Romanian manor house Gringotts had acquired out of foreclosure. Ginny followed not six months later, brought down by a freak training accident that left the whole Quidditch community in shock. Now, two years on, the life of a single parent has taken its toll on Harry and Fleur.

The Weasley and Delacour families are nothing but supportive to the widowed parents and their six children (all the canon children), but they all have their own lives to manage on top of helping with childcare. Molly is slowing down; Arthur is in line for a promotion at the Ministry; Ron and Hermione are wrangling their own brood of even younger children.

Out of necessity, Harry and Fleur begin covering for each other whenever work gets in the way of running the household. Fleur turned to Harry the first time out of absolute necessity after all of her usual sources of help were unable to help. After that,

The children love the attention of a second parent and the new company. Hurried afternoon Floo calls asking for help quickly become requests for playdates and sleepover, and soon the children, and by extension, Harry and Fleur, are spending every weekend together. Somehow, a household with six children and two parents runs much smoother than one with three children with one parent.

With this newfound stability and companionship, Harry and Fleur finally start to come out of survival mode. The loss of a spouse and the life of a single parent had left both of them to push their own needs aside for too long, and as they finally start to get their heads back above water for the first time since their spouse's death, they find comfort in each other and the new life they share. Soon, this comfort turns into shared interest, and then further deepens into romance.

Featuring (Things Astro would include if writing this story)

• Healthy grief and coping mechanisms
• Harry and Fleur remembering that they, too, deserve happiness and that they do not have to sacrifice everything for their children.
• Single parents coming out of survival mode to rediscover old hobbies they used to love (Quidditch for Harry) and discovering new ones (Muggle ice skating for Fleur)
• The children viewing Fleur and Harry as New Mom/New Dad well before the couple actually admits their feelings to each other.
• Lots of scenes displaying character and relationship development for the Potter and Delacour children.

Two years ago, if you told Harry Potter that he wouldnt be married to Fleur Delacour, the love of his life, and that he would be happy for it, he would have laughed in your face.

Now, he has never been more relieved that he and Fleur never took that final step.

Their relationship had withered, slowly, from overwhelming love, lush with emotion and laughter, to what it was now.

A hollow, rotted shell of what once was, of love that did not last and attempts that just were not enough. Two years ago, if you informed Fleur Delacour that she would fall out of love with her boyfriend of eight years, Harry Potter, she would have throttled you.

Now, she bemoaned its truth.

She knew that neither of them was to blame. They’d both tried, they’d tried so hard. Dates and trips and cuddles and gifts and kisses. Everything and anything that they could think of.

But their connection had died, and no matter what they gave, it was never enough.

So, after two years of ache and hurt, they resolved to try one last time. One final trip, one final event. If it worked, it would be a dream come true. If it didn't, they would part as friends, knowing that their love was beyond their ability to save.

Because some things just don't last.

Some endings I see possible:

• Good end: Something occurs on their trip, something that reignites their love, or some obstacle that is removed. They hurt, they heal, and they come out whole, stronger than before, their relationship restrengthened, strong enough that it would never wither again. This end would be harder to do, simply because it clashes with what has already been built up.
• Bad end: It… just doesn't work. They try and try, yet some things are never meant to be. They part as friends, and move on. Eight years later, they meet on the platform, sending their children off to Hogwarts with their respective spouses. Their relationship is over and done with, long laid to rest, yet their hearts still feel pangs of sorrow, of loss, and they wonder what could have been

HP×Underworld xover, Harry is a member of The Order, a secret society of Magical humans that exists to protect muggle society from the war between vampire and lycanthropes. Unsure of his convictions, and adverse to violence in general, his world is changed when he stumbles upon a resurrection ritual to bring back one of the ancient original vampires. Used as a blood sacrifice, because simple human blood won't suffice, he finds him self enthralled to the newly reborn Madam Delacour.

The vampires that brought her back expected a powerful weapon against the werewolves, a vampire matriarch they could use to bring down the hybrids, what they got was something new entirely. Something that started with her first servant Harry, which they could not join for they lacked the magic blood of the the muggle Order. The war wasn't coming to an end, it was changing fronts, and their only hope was to bring down the Delacours first and most favored general before they could create more.

Captain Harry Potter is assigned the newly constructed Fawkes a113 Cruiser, a state-of-the-art starship capable of Warp 8. Harry is instructed by Fleet Admiral Dumbledore to hand-pick his crew from dozens of other Space Fleet vessels. Harry begins with his oldest friend Lieutenant-Commander Ronald Weasley and goes through the numerous recommendations and applications, determined to only select the very best for the longest and furthest exploratory mission in history.

He selects the best Extra-Terrestrial Botanist in the fleet, Neville Longbottom. The top science officer, Lieutenant Hermione Granger. Two promising doctors by the names of Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, among others.

But one name sticks out to him, one of the very few alien officers in the fleet, who hails from a little-known and rarely seen race of all-female aliens called Veela, a Commander by the name of Fleur Delacour who comes highly recommended and was promised to be the best Exo-Planet expert in the fleet. So, without another thought on the matter, Harry selects her.

The day arrives when he greets his new crew for a decade long mission, and he lays eyes on her...

...She's extremely beautiful, with silver hair, radiating skin, and a dazzling smile. What did it matter that she could transform into a terrifying avian that could shoot fire from her hands? She was really hot. It also didn't help that her uniform was skintight and formfitting.

And so begins Harry's attempt to learn more about her, despite her desire to keep her relations with her fellow shipmates professional, especially the only person on the ship who outranked her.

[make it funny, cliché, serious, heartwarming, whatever. just make it, pls]

Harry has an accident with a time turner back to 1968 in his third year- he meets Narcissa Black and goes from there. (Harry/Narcissa)

Harry hooks up with a widowed Narcissa Malfoy during Post War (how is left as an exercise for the reader). This leads to them having a bunch of nights spent over the Harry's place since he has no one around his place other than Kreacher.

A few months later Ron puts his foot in his mouth and needs to crash on Harry's couch. This of course comes right at the time when Harry and Narcissa had planed to make Grimmauld Place a den of debauchery. Instead of postponing or calling a raincheck, Narcissa proposes Malfoy Manor. Harry has trepidation due to the bad experiences during the war, but muddier heads prevail and horny wins.

They arrive at the manor and begin their path of debauchery. From the unrobing in the foyer to stopping by the kitchen to pick up some snacks and water to re up their electrolytes, they systematically work their way through the manor. (Feel free to insert scenes of them playing with the manacles and pillories in the basement if that's to your taste).

Finally they are down to 3 untouched rooms. One is Draco's childhood bedroom, next to that is Malfoy gallery, and finally the Master bedroom. Once Harry hears Draco's bedroom he care little of the others and near drags Narcissa into it. Once that is thoroughly defiled Narcissa insists that they refresh in the ensuite bathroom to the master bedroom. Of course there is a mess left in their wake as they finally decide to crash in the master bedroom a few hours later.

Now awake and refreshed, Harry is aware he probably needs to be responsible and an adult but finds the prospect banal as he lays and basks in the gentle attention of his lover. Narcissa noticing his reaction to her ministrations pulls him out of the bed after grabbing her wand.

Before Harry or the occupants of the room can react, Narcissa swishes her wand and nearly all the paintings on the walls are covered or frozen. Harry can't help but gawk at the long curved walls covered with hundreds of paintings of long dead Malfoy's and the single large ottoman in the center of the room. Everything in the room speaks opulance, but none of that holds Harry's attention compared to the apoplectic screams of Lucius Malfoy.

Except it wasn't the convicted and executed Death Eater present, but instead a portrait of the man. His lucious locks and serpentine cane contrasting to his decidedly Weasley coloration as he screamed obscenities at Narcissa. Narcissa takes in the vitriol with a cool countance that Harry has never seen and hopes to never see leveled at him. With a sharp bark Narcissa cuts off Lucius and starts to deride him.

Harry is gobsmacked and just watches on as Narcissa begins to ridicule Lucius, his manhood, his line, and his worth as a husband. Before he knows what's going on Narcissa has Harry on the ottoman and begging and pleading Harry to breed her without the help of potions like a real man. Harry just goes along with it and just tries to hold on for dear life. Meanwhile Lucius is raging in impotent rage.

The premise is actually how I had considered writing my Fleur but jettisoned it for obvious reasons - aka ‘tragedy,’ ew. However, the thought kept percolating in the back of my head into this. Fleur is a human and a Veela, two dichotomous versions of her nature swirling about internally. The human loves Harry with all her heart, has been married to him for multiple years. The Veela side of her has no interest in love. Instead, her natural instincts urge her to mate with him in Veela form - the only way a Veela can conceive. However, the mated human male, after sleeping with a Veela, can’t handle the allure at such potent, intimate levels. No matter how mentally strong you are, how allure-resistant, it all crumbles before the croon of the Veela whose magic absolutely, without fail, changes the wizard that night. He becomes enthralled utterly and can never ‘awaken’ from that stupor again. He can be normal, yes. Go to work, act typically around others. But he can never again deny her anything. Even the human Fleur, who weeps after the Veela finally wrenches control from her one night. She sobs as the man she finally found who could resist the allure is forever shackled to it. Now, she must be incredibly careful with how and what she asks of him, even the slightest, subtlest command will be followed. Fleur’s heart breaks knowing the strong, independent man she loved is still there, for everyone else. But forever dead to her.

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.