Fleur Potter knew her husband had been on a dangerous Auror assignment. It must have been truly eventful. The proof was right in front of her.
There stood her husband, an awkward smile on his handsome face, and at his feet, a prone winged shapely figure.
“My heart, some people bring in stray kittens, or dogs. Only you would bring home a stray feral succubus.” She saw the jealous look in the succubus’s eye and the possessive way her tail curled around Harry’s feet. “Imprinted on you?”
Harry only nodded, to which Fleur rubbed the root of her nose. “Only you, my heart."
She sighed and closed her eyes. When she opened them, her eyes burned with an inner fire, feathers sprouted on her head, and scaly wings were splayed behind her back.
“Mine!”
She needed to assert her dominance.