After the war, Harry Potter moved to the continent, seeking solace and solitude. He bought a property that had been on sale for a suspiciously low price and had gone through several owners. A farmhouse, a barn, some fields, all close to a forest, it seemed ideal for the young man.
Imagine his surprise when he finds the house haunted. Not by ghosts, but other beings and spirits. But Harry Potter never gave up easily and he wouldn’t start now. So what if the black rooster had eyes showing inhuman intellect? The barn was inhabited by strange gnomes, and a strange demon made up of random animal parts and dressed as a typical grandmother roamed his courtyard? This was his home! At least they all looked to be taking care of the property.
Even he had to admit that the scythe-wielding spectre of a woman shooing him off the field at noon looked creepy, but as long as he didn‘t argue, the spectre was content with chasing him off and making him eat lunch and take a nap.
He was quite surprised, however, when a figure appeared out of the forest, claiming to be chief Veela of the area, responsible for the wellbeing of local nature and for the fertility of the land. After all, he never expected to meet Fleur in such a function. And he expected even less for her to proposition him by telling him it was his responsibility to perform a fertility ritual with her.