Phoenix Prompt. Fleur Delacour, the Last Veela
Harry had never seen anyone or anything like her. She was beautiful. So utterly beautiful. He found it so very hard to take his eyes off her delicate form. She had the bluest eyes, and long silvery-blonde hair. There was an aura of definite magic about her, and she was glowing entirely on her own.
She eyed him warily, and he couldn't help but wonder what made her so cautious.
"What do you want with me, wizard?"
asked the young woman, and he blinked. He'd never heard so much venom poured into one word. Clearly she didn't like wizards. And why was that?
"Nothing,"
said Harry,
"I've never seen anyone like you before. My name's Harry."
"My name is Nothing."
she returned.
"After me, there will be no more."
"What?"
She glared at him, fire in her eyes, and Harry finally felt worry. Was she about to attack him? Even after Voldemort and all the dark creatures he'd fought, his instincts weren't the sharpest in the world, but he could feel the danger emanating from this woman who called herself Nothing.
"I'm the last Veela, Harry Potter. Yes, I know who you are. After your war, wizards hunted every magical being; werewolves, vampires, hags...Veela. We have been hunted to extinction, in your name."