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.