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Mirror, Mirror… Part 2


Slicerness' AN: There will be French in this chapter, the translation is at the bottom, but I suggest opening a second window/tab with this story so you can have the second window/tab already scrolled down so you don't have to lose your place.

Please keep in mind this IS NOT the full second chapter of Mirror, Mirror. This is simply what I wrote out with the help of Dragen and Tsukune08 (Our new Lemon Guy, who's damn good) the real chapter will appear in the full story of Mirror, Mirror. Some of the scenes below will be included, others won't.

That said, I hope you all enjoy.

Dark Dragen’s AN: As Slicerness said, this isn’t the full chapter, but what he didn’t say is that the time skip is all over the place. I thought I should warn you so that you don’t moan at me, as I know some of you would have done unless I said something first. I’m posting this so that I could hear any ideas you might have for the story.

Story Begins…

31st of October 1994


“I think that we should alter the Tasks.” Albus Dumbledore opened discussions. It was shortly after the Champions had left after being chosen.



“We're not dumbing down the Tasks Dumbledore.” The Headmaster of Durmstrang said preemptively.



“I agree, if the cheat cannot keep up zen ‘e should not 'ave entered.” Their French counterpart agreed.



Dumbledore chuckled in his typical grandfatherly fashion, “I wholeheartedly agree. I was actually going to suggest the opposite. I think we should add another Task. Four tasks for four Champions. Mr. Potter is a very capable student and has consistently gotten the best grades in his year every year he has attended this school. He may be young, but he is powerful and skilled, and your schools champions will underestimate him because of it. I propose we have a Dueling Tournament between the Champions as the First Task. The Task of Beasts will still take place on the same day, but will become the Second Task.” He explained. The real reason for the extra task was to find out how skilled and powerful Potter was, for a while Albus was worried that he and his Outcasts were dealing in the Dark Arts, but he couldn’t prove it. So this task would show how far Potter was, if he showed signs of the Dark Arts, then he would have to rethink his plans. It didn’t help that Neville was part of the Outcasts too. Albus knew that sometime you needed to use certain spells that some may consider illegal to win, but he was worried Harry was becoming dark and twisted like Tom Riddle had. So he had a plan for that: the Mirror of Erised. He was going to use it to see what the young Potter’s desires were, hoping that it was the same as before: a family.



Karkaroff and Maxime were silent as they mulled over the proposal. Both of their students were not combat specialists, Krum was average in his grades, and relatively clumsy on the ground, his prodigal skills only coming out when he was in the air. Fleur was a Charms and Rune Mistress, well on her way to becoming an Enchantress, but of these skills only the Charms Mastery made her battle capable. Still, both foreign Headmaster's knew Hogwarts education had slipped far in recent decades, so even the legitimate, of-age Champion would be no match for their students.



Maxime and Karakroff looked at each other before nodding. “We accept Dumbledore. The First task shall be Dueling Tournament; the Task of Man.” Karakaroff said with Maxime nodding next to him.



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26th of November 1994


It has been twenty-six days since that night, for the Dumbledore and the others it was a very busy time spent setting up the new task so quickly. Because of this, on the tenth, when Lucy was ‘born,’ Dumbledore was busy setting things up for the new task. He cursed himself for not being there, but at least it was pretty obvious Harry still had the same mindset and desire, wanting a family. He was happy with that, as he could use that for his plans. Shame was, he couldn’t use Lucy, seeing that Harry made her like him, worse maybe, in that it was hard to control the girl. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t use her.



As for the Outcasts, they were planning for the tasks that were coming. They were taken by surprise at the new task being added, according to their research the tournament had never had a fourth task, and they were a bit wary of it. Lucy was welcomed into the group readily, the Outcasts found her to be outgoing, more so then Harry was. They also noticed a change in Harry. It was subtle, but ever since Lucy came to be he spoke less guardedly, making his opinions known without fear.



It was the day of the first Task, a Saturday, The Task of Man was scheduled and all they knew was that they could use their wands. So they had Harry and Cedric learning all sorts of spells, anything they may need.



“Can you believe it brother? The first battle is against the bitch!” The entire group was there, all doing their own things. None of the group batted an eye at Lucy's nickname for the French Champion, they had long since gotten used to it and Hermione had given up trying to chastise her for it. Lucy made it pretty clear she didn't care what anybody, except her brother, thought of her behaviour, since Harry never stopped her, Hermione eventually gave up.



“Mmm.” Harry hummed in agreement, still working out a plan. He realized he really didn't feel like holding back. Ever since he'd claimed Lucy, he felt better than he ever had before. He didn't feel like he was hiding behind a mask anymore. It was a nice feeling. “Outcasts.” Harry called, getting everybody's attention.



“Yeah Vulcan?” Fred responded. The Outcasts often called him this, unless he was doing something stupid and then it would be Harry again.



“Got a plan worked out?” George inquired.



Harry nodded. “Yes. The plan involves enraging my opponent with taunts, I just wanted you all to know I don't look down on woman because of their gender, or whatever else I think up to cause her to lose her temper.”



“We know Vulcan, say whatever you think you need to.” Hannah said honestly.



“It'd be rather hypocritical of you actually did, considering most of us are woman.” Susan commented, gesturing to the rest of the group.



“Thanks for the warning though.” Hermione said to assure him they were okay with it.



Harry nodded again, grateful he wasn't going to piss off his friends. He knew he might eventually run afoul with them with the plans he was making with Lucy at night, but that was for later thought. If everything worked out most of the Outcasts would be branded as his by the time problems arose. He laid back, his hands behind his head as his eyes closed, picturing the battle. “Ungph!” He grunted a second later as Lucy hopped over the side of the recliner and onto his lap. “You can't just say something like that and not tell me what you have cooking in that head of yours! Tell me, tell me, tell me!” Lucy babbled excitedly.



“No.” Harry said, smirking lightly at her mood. Lucy didn't like Fleur at all, and she knew that he had held off on capturing her because he wanted to face her in the arena first. The mighty pout she now sported almost made him cave, almost.



After a while, the Outcasts went down to the stadium that had been custom built for the first and second Tasks.



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The stadium was something that looked like it had come straight out of Rome. It was a large circular structure with as many seats as possible with a large circle of open area in the centre. The arena itself was plain, just some well trimmed grass and a few rocks lying inside of it. Harry took a seat in the stands close to the arena, knowing he would be called. Cedric sat next to him for the same reason, while Lucy sat on his other side because that's the spot she had earned when she was introduced to the outcasts, she was never far from Harry’s side since her ‘birth’. The rest of the Outcasts took the seats around them, making sure nobody could get close to the two Champions. They didn’t have to wait long before students and teachers began to enter the stadium. As soon as the stadium was full of the spectators, the loud booming voice of Hogwarts’ resident duelling champion rang out.



“Will Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons and Harry Potter of Hogwarts please report to the ring?” Flitwick called, his voice enhanced by a Sonorus Charm.



Lucy hugged her brother tightly, “Make her fear you, it'll make it all the more delicious when we take her.” She whispered into his ear.



Harry grinned, but didn't respond. After his friends had all wished him good luck, he climbed down into the arena.



Fleur gazed back at him cooly from the other side of the clearing, about 100 feet away. He sent her a smirk, causing her to glare lightly. He was going to have so much fun teaching this bitch her place.



“Are both contestants ready?” Flitwick asked from the box he was in. Which was next to the Judges, the perfect place to get a birds eye view of the fight.



“One second Professor.” Harry responded, his voice enhanced by the arena itself so he wouldn't have to use any magic unnecessarily. The charm would wear off when the fight started. Harry took out his wand and tossed it to a surprised looking Lucy. The surprise only lasted a second before she realized what Harry had in mind, ‘Oh this is going to be fun.’ Lucy thought darkly. Around her Harry's friends were worried at what their leader was planning. Harry had been tight lipped about his plan, just smirking and remaining silent, delighting in their pouts when he wouldn't say.



“Are you forfeiting Contestant Potter?” Filius asked, his surprise showing.



“Of course not Professor, I've just been told almost every day now that my magical skill doesn't match up to my fellow Champions, so I think I'll skip conventional magic and use something I picked up in my free time.” Harry explained.



Filius looked hesitant, but the confident look on Harry's face prevented him from protesting. If he was sure… “Very well Contestant Potter, if that is what you prefer.” He took a beep breathe, “Ready?” He asked. “Please bow.”



Harry was surprised when Fleur actually bowed for real instead of something mocking. He returned the courtesy for appearances sake. “When the chime sounds the duel will commence.” Flitwick instructed.



Harry stretched, making sure he was nice and limber. Just as he finished, a noise that sounded like a gong rang out over the stadium, echoing off the magical shields protecting the audience.



Fleur immediately launched spells at him as quickly as she could. Harry grinned and swayed out of the way of them. Su had taught him the easiest way to avoid spells was to learn how to instinctively tell where they were going to fly and then move just a hair out of the way. Diving out of the way of anything was a stupid and foolish move that was overly dramatic and got more people killed than it saved.



Fleur's calm expression grew more and more strained as he avoided every spell she threw at him, only to have them whiz past him and splash against the magical shield in a flurry of colours. “Is that the best you can do?” She heard her opponent ask mockingly, using some kind of magic to make it seem like his voice was coming from right in front of her.



Fleur growled, losing a little bit more of her composure. Her spell chain doubled in speed, her wand becoming a blur as she tried to put the arrogant little boy in his place.



Harry's grin never faltered. He was actually having a challenge dodging the multi-coloured bolts of light at this point, but he made it look easy for appearances sake. Harry smirked as her face began to colour slightly from her excessive spellcasting and the fact that she hadn’t hit him even once yet. “What’s the matter Miss Delacour?” He taunted from his spot as he continued dodging her spells, “Is this little boy too much for a big girl like yourself to handle?” He specifically stressed the words she had spoken to him and calling her big girl. He enjoyed the way her face contorted from controlled to anger and her spellcasting increased again.



Again, Harry dodged her spells. His dance had most of the crowd mesmerized, some of the crowd angry, and a small bit of the crowd scared of the fact that he was so capable of predicting spells that he could dodge them even at the speed that Fleur was casting. “Excuse me?” Harry’s voice rang out as he turned to the crowd, keeping an eye on her casting still, “Could we get a REAL woman in here?” He asked and could hear the snarl of anger rip from Fleur’s throat, he smiled, “After all, it takes a real woman to deal with little boys.” He taunted as he turned back to Fleur, who took the offence like he'd intended, her visage becoming one of intense fury as she continued launching spells at him in an impressive display of wandwork.



He dodged a little bit more before going in for the final blow. “This is just plain pathetic. I suppose I should have expected this though. You are a Veela,” He said, looking her body up and down like every other male had since she arrived, “A race of women with no other purpose then to be used and passed around as sex toys.” He commented offhandedly. His hands, which had been held behind his back, finally moved as he gave a helpless shrug.



Fleur’s eyes dilated as she saw red as his words reached her. Her claws came out, in the literal and figurative sense, as feathers started growing on her body, a ghostly blue ball of flame blossomed in her left palm. With an undignified cry she threw the ball at him. She smirked as she saw Harry stand still, not making an attempt to dodge it.



Lustfyre would trap him in a nightmare of his own making. Allowing him to act out any fantasy he wanted with anybody he desired, but never attain any release. That was aside from the fact that he would be burning to death while the illusion had his mind trapped.



Her smug look was dropped quickly and its place was replaced with a look of shock and fear as she saw the bastard hold out his hand and CATCH the legendary fire, as if it was nothing more than a ball.



Harry condensed the flames down into roughly the size of a tennis ball and began tossing it up into the air and catching it, the very definition of bored. “Maybe I can ask Victor for a good fight? Clearly, your only use is on your back.” He yawned.



Fleur sheathed her wand before she burned it to ash as her transformation took hold further, white wings unfurling on her back as her face twisted into something more angular, but still perfectly able to express her rage. With an ear-splitting scream she started throwing balls of Lustfyre several times faster than she was throwing spells before as she marched towards her opponent.



Harry wasn't concerned. Placing both hands in front of him he caught the flames. Visions flashed momentarily through his mind, but he banished and ignored them before they could form. As he walked forward, he kept compressing the blue flames in-between his hands. By the time the transformed Fleur and Harry were twenty feet apart, it looked like he was holding a miniature blue sun about the size of a basketball.



Fleur stopped, completely out of breath from the magic she was using. She never had to use this much power or transformed this far before. She had to wonder how the fuck her opponent was able to live through her Lustfyre without any visible effects. As her opponent got closer, she eyed him warily. The damnable grin was still on his face; despite everything she'd thrown at him he was untouched. She tensed as he took the ball of energy in his hand and raised it above his head.



“Helios, teleport behind her with the ball. Around three feet behind her should be perfect.” Harry hissed.



The snake melded with his right forearm didn't reply, but he felt her start to shift. Raising the attack above his head he smirked at the blonde before he slammed it down. Just a second before it touched the ground the glowing ball of energy, and the snake tattoo on his forearm - not that anybody could see it - disappeared.



Fleur didn't have a chance to react before something threw her bodily forward, doing the impossible and singing her wings.



Harry leapt forward as he calculated Fleur's flight path. His hand shot forward and caught his flying opponent by the throat.



Fleur gagged as her body lurched forward, the iron grip on her throat keeping her head and upper body in place. She tried to flex her wings to fly, but she flinched and gasped as they exploded with pain, the plumage almost completely gone under the second joint of the powerful wings. “I-impossible, je suis un Vélane, le feu est notre élément.” She choked.



Harry leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “I guess the flames know who their master is.” Fire, red fire, encased his right knee before it blurred forward and buried itself into her stomach.



Harry dropped the wheezing girl as he wiped her spittle off his face. He almost didn't react fast enough to stop her clawed hand from skewering right through his chest as she jumped up to try and impale him, her hand encased in Lustfyre.



Harry was quick though, and he grabbed her wrist before she could do any damage, her claws less than an inch away from his chest. The air around his hand turned hazy before it burst into flame. Fleur cried out in pain, yanking her wrist from his grasp. She stared at the angry red blistered skin in horror before she looked up at her opponent again.



Harry held his arms at waist level before he flicked his wrists, causing flames to shoot up his arms. The air around him grew hazy with heat, giving him an almost orange aura. Harry didn’t want to hurt Fleur, after all, all of his bitches were going to be beautiful and there was no reason that he should have to look at burns on Fleur’s body that he could prevent. That didn’t mean he was going to be merciful, there were plenty of ways to break a person’s will and spirit without physically harming them. With this thought in mind, Harry’s fire dimmed and went out before he launched himself forward, grasping Fleur around the neck with one hand and slammed her against the wall of the stadium.



He leaned up close to her, watching as her transformation left her and she groaned in pain. He smiled as he placed his mouth close to her ear and she shivered under his fingers as she took in the short breaths that his hold allowed her. “Your flames knows who their master is, something you'll learn as well.” He whispered, enjoying the shiver of fear that ran through her body as her eyes widened. He drew in a deep breath of her neck and let out a sigh of contentment that was tinged with arousal as he smelt her sweaty skin, “I will remember this scent, because when I come for you, you will smell like this when I’m finished.” He said huskily as his other hand disappeared behind her back, hiding what he was about to do from the crowd. He heard her gasp as he pulled her trousers down below her bum, bringing her knickers with them so he could palm her pert arse, his calloused hands gripping her silky skin tightly. He grinned at her as she looked at him with abject fear in her eyes from what she imagined he was going to do.



“This is a reminder Fleur.” He said and he pulled his hand away from her bum so she could see him light a single one of his fingers with flame, “This is my mark,” He said as his finger inched closer to her bum from behind, enjoying how she squirmed in his grip, her arms trying to break his hold on her throat, “You aren’t mine yet… but you will be soon…” He drew in another deep, husky breath, “This is to remind you, you can never escape from me, you will always be mine!” He hissed as his finger plunged into one of her pert cheeks, the tiny flame searing a small lightning shaped scar there before he pulled away and brought her pants back up above her bum. She whimpered in pain as she fell to the ground. The fresh burn rubbed against her clothes, even the soft lacy silk of her knickers caused a flare of pain.



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“Thank you for agreeing to this exclusive interview Mister Potter, I'm sure you're tired from your fight and wish to rest.” Rita simpered. They were currently in the medical tent. While Harry didn't need it Madame Pomfrey had insisted she at least look him over after his display and ignored his attempts to assure her he was perfectly fine.



“Not really,” Harry said as he shrugged. “But it's fine. The people need to know the truth about my actions today, and a little bit about my abilities. I won't share everything, but I'd like to put the claims of me being a Dark Wizard to rest before they can start.” Left unsaid was that the bitch in front of him had been the one spreading such rumours to sell papers.



Rita picked up on this, “Y-yes well, that's a smart idea. Let's start things off, shall we?” She said in a slightly squeaky voice. “In your fight you expressed the belief that woman were inferior because of their gender, and that Ms. Delacour being weaker then you was because of her specific non-human status. Is this really what you believe?” she asked.



Harry shook his head. “Of course not. The majority of my friends are woman, and the techniques I used to dodge Ms. Delacour's spells were taught to me by Su Li, a close friend of mine from Ravenclaw House, who happens to be female. Su could probably beat me in a fight if she pushed herself. I have nothing but respect for the opposite gender and I'd like to think I don't look down on anyone for what they are, only who they are.”



Harry watched the green quill closely. It wrote what he said perfectly word-for-word, but kept going after he finished speaking. While his words were honest this young reporter can see the well hidden malice in Mr. Potters eyes. I can only surmise that he isn't being entirely truthful and holds a grudge against the female gender no doubt due to some deep seeded trauma inflicted upon him at a young age.



The quill couldn't write anything else because it suddenly burst into flames, startling Rita. “I'm being very civil and forthcoming about my answers. If I see filth and outright lies like that in the Prophet you can expect to hear from my Solicitors. If they can't find a way to punish you for it, I will Demand Satisfaction. I am a legal adult due to the Goblet, and it is well within my rights.” Harry said darkly.



Rita nodded quickly, her face paling. “Of course, I'm terribly sorry Mr. Potter I'll use a normal quill, I'm not sure what was wrong with that one.” She let out a nervous giggle that not even Ron would buy before she blurted her next question. “What did you mean by your last remark?”



Harry, pleased his threat had worked, answered without hesitation. “I try to judge based on the individual, not the race. Instantly assuming someone is inferior because of what they are or are not is what Death Eaters are infamous for, and I'd like to think the Wizarding World has evolved passed that sort of childishness.”



Rita hummed, her hand, unfamiliar with writing after so long using her special quill, was cramping. Once she was finished writing his answer she flexed her hand idly as she asked her next question. “I'm sure everyone is interested in your unique control over fire. Can you elaborate?”



“Happily,” Harry responded. “My relatives, with whom I share a residence, accidentally locked me out one day in the middle of December. I was a very independent child so they allowed me to stay home alone when they were going to be gone for less than an hour or two. Well, as you can imagine, I was very cold. To my shock, when I wished really, really hard for some fire to warm up with, a ball of flames blossomed between my hands. I'll leave out my reactions to live to save time, but my abilities started out as nothing more than the accidental magic of a child just trying to stay warm. As time passed, I managed to replicate the ability and practised it in my spare time, growing better and better with it. What you saw today was almost eight years of work. I'm quite proud of my progress, and wished to show the world that just because I'm younger then my fellow champions, does not mean I'm less capable.” Harry explained. His story was mostly true, except his relatives has purposely locked him out.



“Fascinating. I think I speak for everyone when I say the message is received.” Rita complimented as she wrote dictated his story. She didn't need to lie, the Prophet was the only paper with this info. Lying or exaggerating like she normally did would just muck things up.



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Gabrielle narrowed her eyes at her sister. The youngest Delacour had requested (read; pouted at her father) that she be allowed to go with Fleur to Hogwarts to meet people, and hopefully a mate, as it was reaching that time, and yet she had been forbidden to leave the carriage. How was she to find a mate if she was hidden away like a gaudy piece of clothing?



Where Fleur had taken more after her human father, personality and interests-wise anyway, they were both Veela physically. Gabrielle had taken more of a liking to her Veela mother and grandmother. In fact, she was arguably even more in touch with her heritage then even those two. Gabrielle knew the origins of their people, and unlike most Veela, she wasn't ashamed of it.



The Veela were the product of a magical society creating a unique familiar out of a breed of bird that had long since been driven to extinction, similar to a modern day Dove, only with certain affinities towards flames, a Witch, and blood from the waning Succubus race to bind them together. Simply put, the Veela started out as nothing more than Familiars you could fuck.



The magical civilization, which had, similar to the birds whose populations they had decimated to make the Veela, died out, but had nonetheless succeeded in what they set out to do. The Veela were eternally loyal Familiars, their wings allowing them to replace all but the best trained avians. They could use magic just as well as any witch could, granted they needed far more coaching to learn, so most owners didn't bother. Most just used them for their original purpose; sex.



They were too effective though, more and more of the magical civilization's men had grown spoiled by their own creations. Why go through the trouble of finding and courting a wife when you have a gorgeous creature perfectly willing, eagerly even, to take your seed already waiting on you hand and foot? Veela were just as fertile as humans, and a human man could impregnate them just as easily as he could a human female, so the Veela population had sky-rocketed while the humans died off. The Veela were left wondering what to do. They had been pets and Familiars since the beginning of their creation, the thought of freedom terrified the vast majority of them. There were a few Veela, the older ones that were more familiar with the world, that had fashioned themselves into a council and hid the race away for almost two centuries. The only time any of them came out was to obtain human seed. To continue their secrecy, they did this while the men were sleeping.



Unknown to the Veela, their actions were increasing the notoriety of their foremothers, the Succubi, who had died out as well. Not because of the Veela's creation like the fire birds, but simply because of the very specific requirements a mate had to fit for a Succubi to become impregnated by them. They simply couldn't breed quick enough to replenish their numbers.



In the two hundred years of isolation, the Veela forced themselves to evolve. They couldn't break themselves of their affinity for magical bonds, but they did alter them enough to become voluntary. There were exceptions, Life Debts for instance broke through and bonded them to whoever had saved them, as well as a sufficiently powerful wizard claiming them. The amount of power needed was immense though, and very few ever reached that level of power.



While most believed the Veelas' avian forms were a magical skill, and that they could only use it while angry, it was actually the opposite. The Veela had only gained the ability to take on a human form in the later years of their isolation, the Allure they generated had started off as nothing more than their magic fighting against the unfamiliar form that their body had been forced into. This unforeseen side effect had later been refined and turned into a weapon by the race.



Many Veela did not accept the truth of their own being; that they were essentially magical sex toys, and as such Gabrielle felt many were subconsciously unhappy. That is what was annoying Gabrielle about her sister. Fleur had stumbled into the carriage every night for the past week, her arms and legs bruised and her ass and nether regions tender, smelling of sweat, shame and another scent Gabrielle found irresistible. Yet she was glowing with such energy that it almost brought tears to Gabrielle's eyes. Clearly, someone exceptionally powerful had claimed her sister, and had been repeatedly claiming her and treating her like a Veela should be treated for the past week.



Needless to say, Gabrielle was jealous. She wanted to be in the same situation as her sister.



If Fleur would just get over her desire to act like a human woman was expected to, she would be much happier with the situation. She was a Veela, she should be overjoyed with the situation. It was infuriating to the little blond girl.



So here she was, under an invisibility cloak her father had lent her without knowing, following her sister. Her father had wanted to throw it away, as it was only a few months away from degrading into nothing, but it would work just fine up until that point, so she was sure her father wouldn't miss it.



She zoned back into her hunt/investigation as she saw her sister stop in front of a painting. The picture had a black background with a bright red gear in the centre of it with a red sword over top of it, the handle at the top and the blade at the bottom.



The portrait swung open without a password given at all, leading Gabrielle to believe it was the sort that only let certain people inside. Interest peaking further, she darted inside before the portrait closed. She almost stumbled as her magic surged and her instincts forced her to look across the room. Lazing on a recliner was Harry Potter, whom she had a crush on, naked, with someone who looked just like him – only female – bouncing up and down on his lap. She blushed as she saw the large appendage between his legs repeatedly sink into the girl on top of him.



“Oh, what do we have here? I didn't tell you to come tonight. A week was all I wanted.” Harry said dismissively, his twin never stopping.



Fleur's frightened look dissolved into one of confliction. Hope, desire, and heartbreak warring with each-other, the latter followed quickly by self hatred before it was smothered and the cycle started again. All the while, his twin continued riding her brother for his seed like an animal possessed, her hips gyrated and her pussy lips clenched at his erection with a determination that the younger Delacour could instantly appreciate, being a sexually driven young woman.



Harry sighed, gesturing for his twin to get off of him. She reluctantly did so, taking a seat across from him in one of the other chairs in the room. Harry got up and wordlessly grabbed Fleur by the hair. The tall blond gave a yelp, but allowed herself to be lead back over to where he was sitting. “I suppose I can fuck you a few more times for old times sake.” Harry commented.



Harry sat back down in his seat, forcing Fleur onto her knees in front of him. He didn't give her a command, he simply gripped her silky silver-blond hair tighter and forced her head down on his cock, which still glistened in the light with his twin's juices. He paid no mind to her minor struggling as he forced her head all the way down until his entire length was sheathed in her throat.



Fleur didn't seem to need any instructions as she got to work, not a sound was made as she began bobbing her head up and down, deep-throating him. “The Second Task is tomorrow. Is the plan we have good enough, or do you think it needs some last minute tweaking?” Harry asked casually, leaning back in the chair, his hands pulled away from Fleur's hair and rested on the armrests of the recliner, the blond between his legs kept up what she was doing regardless. Fleur made sucking noises as she worked her way around Harry’s member with an obvious distaste, and yet she was also obviously enjoying the fact that she had a man’s penis shoved down her throat and she was pleasuring him, despite the lack of response Harry was giving.



Gabrielle watched with wide sparkling eyes as the her crush and his seeming twin casually discussed Harry's plan for the Second Task, ignoring what most of the world would call a stunningly beautiful woman kneeling between his legs and skilfully sucking him off. Gabrielle watched in fascination as Fleur went down a bit further and her throat began to constrict slightly, Harry grunted minutely but he wasn’t done. Gabrielle was completely wet with excitement when she saw Fleur’s eyes roll in her head and her body shake for a few seconds before she began to hum on Harry’s member.



Harry suddenly grunted mid-sentence, one hand forcing Fleur's head down as far as it could go. He let out a long sigh as his cock pumped his thick seed into Fleur's stomach. Gabrielle felt her own pussy clench in time with his balls contracting. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way his hips raised slightly, forcing Fleur to swallow every bit of the load that Grabrielle could see pump from his heavy balls.



Gabrielle whimpered quietly as Harry, without missing a beat, grabbed Fleur's hair again, pulled her up, threw her onto the coffee table in front of him, and slid into her pussy before he started speaking again, picking up right where he left off as he ignored Fleur again. Fleur’s pussy lips were the same as the twin’s. They grasped at Harry’s cock as he pulled out of her willing body and they eagerly accepted his length when he pushed into her again. The mewls and the groans that Fleur was making were extremely erotic, almost even more so since this was her sister.



Gabrielle was sure the table legs would snap as the boy who was quickly approaching deity status in her mind hammered in and out of her sister's pussy. Fleur cried out in pleasure briefly before she flinched and look at Harry, whose hand had risen from its position next to her head and looked like it was getting ready to backhand her.



Gabrielle felt her knees weaken at the action, cursing her body. She was twelve, but she looked eight. She was only a few months away from Maturation, she could feel it. A process in which her body would rapidly age into somewhere in her late teens. The process would take three days, all of which she would be unconscious for, before she would wake up to her body suffering from a little less than a decade’s worth of growing pains. Fleur herself had described it as 'hellish' and she'd stopped aging at around 11, so Gabrielle knew hers would be worse. Regardless of this thought, her body wasn't ready for the kind of sweet abuse Fleur was enjoying.



It wasn't fair, she had searched all her life for what was happening right in front of her eyes - although Gabrielle wanted to be more of a Familiar, her sister was clearly more of a fucktoy in this relationship, but she wasn't picky - and unless Harry saved her life she would need to wait until after she had Matured to give herself to him. The latter method wouldn't assure he would keep her though. The Veela had developed their own lesser bond tied with their virginity. It could be broken, and it wasn't as good as a full Life Bond, but it could be broken if the partner proved themselves unworthy after a time.



She was almost completely ignorant of the methods she could use to bind herself completely with the perfect mate not ten feet in front of her, and the only methods she knew required some form of debt on her part, even the smallest of debts would do, like borrowing a quill from him or something; the greater the debt, the tighter the bond.



Gabrielle was brought out of her thoughts as Harry flipped her sister around, pulling out for less than a second before he sheathed himself in her ass. Fleur screamed, whether because it was her first time, which Gabrielle doubted after a week of examining Fleur's body in her sleep, or simply because of the sudden ruthless penetration, didn't seem to matter to the black haired boy as he forced her head down into the table, cutting off her cries with a loud thump as her skull slammed into the tabletop.



Gabrielle finally fell to her knees and watched, scarcely able to breathe as her body tried to react to what was happening but couldn't due to centuries of forced evolution.



It was sometime later when Harry grunted once more, flooding Fleur's well used anus with his seed. Again, Gabrielle’s pre-Maturation body weakened from the sight of his heavy balls constricting against her sister’s convulsing pussy lips. They seemed almost as if they were kissing his balls as they contracted again and again, sending wave after wave of his spunk inside her sister’s body. It was as if Fleur’s pussy was thanking Harry’s balls for the life giving cream their host was receiving, and Gabrielle moaned lightly to the thought of such an erotic pleasure. When he was done, he pulled out and sat back in the recliner. “-I think I'll try speaking to it in Parseltongue first, just in case it's possible.” He continued his train of thought pre-orgasm.



Fleur wordlessly got up and tried to kneel between his legs again, but before she could Harry grabbed her by the hair and threw her onto her side. Fleur looked up at him in confusion, eyes filling with recognition as she saw him wave dismissively at the portrait. “Get out. Don't come back. I've had my fun and have no further use for you.”



Gabrielle's heart went out to her sister as the older blond got up shakily and left, tears building in her eyes. She was already accepting her place, her notions of being treated like a human were being stripped away quite nicely, if a little harshly, and Harry had thrown her away. She needed to help somehow, maybe if he knew of the Veela's heritage and original purpose he would be more agreeable?



“AH!” Gabrielle shrieked as her cloak was ripped off of her. She'd been so lost in her thoughts she missed her exit behind her sister. She'd also missed Harry's twin getting up and investigating the area she'd heard a few noises from when she was watching her brother fuck the bitch.



“What do we have here? A little young to be wandering around little bird, you never know when a wolf could be about.” Lucy grinned far wider then was possible, her teeth sharpening in her mouth.



Gabrielle gathered up her courage and spoke as calmly as she could, “Il ya quelque chose je pense que vous devriez savoir.(1)”



Harry and Lucy shared a look before Harry jerked his head towards the free couch. Lucy nodded and picked the little French girl up before setting her gently on the couch on her lap. “What is it you want to share little bird?” Lucy asked as she began stroking the girl's hair.



Gabrielle resisted the urge to croon under the very pleasurable sensation and began to tell both Potter's what she knew about the Veela, stressing her belief that all Veela secretly, whether they admitted it, or even realized it themselves, to become pets again. While she was doing this, Lucy discreetly tested Gabrielle’s body, running a hand over her small nipples and enjoying how she moaned lightly but continued her tale. She smiled at her twin as she ran her hand into the junction of the young girls legs and thrust a finger into the wetness that was already present. She pulled away and licked her fingers suggestively as Gabrielle finished.



Once she was done she finally surrendered to the warm hand still stoking her hair and nuzzled deeper into Lucy's arms while the Potter's digested what she'd told them.



“So you want me to keep Fleur, and train her to be what you consider a proper Veela?” Harry asked.



“Oui.” Gabrielle replied as best she could, lost in the warmth of the girl whose lap she was sitting in.



“And what incentive do you offer? While I see the use in having a Veela pet, Fleur is not well liked by me or my sister. It was fun to humiliate her, but what would be the benefit to me aside from the obvious of keeping her?” Harry asked.



Gabrielle trembled in excitement, barely able to contain herself, “J'offre seulement ce que j'ai, Moi-même. La seconde période de mon élevage est terminé, je m'engage à vous en tant que tout ce que vous désirez. J'avais espéré trouver un moyen d'obtenir un lien plus fort, quelque chose de complet et incassable, comme unevie de dette obligataire de la vie induite, mais hélas qui exigerait circonstances indépendantes de ma volonté et de chance que jene pense pas que je possède…(2)”



“Interesting…” Harry said with a grin. Her luck may not be good enough, but maybe his was… “I accept your proposal. When you start to feel the change occur I want you to come to this spot and either go into that room back there,” He gestured back towards his bedroom, “On the right side, or on the couch you are currently sitting in before you fall into your magically induced coma. Will that be possible, will you have enough warning?” He requested.



“Je crois que oui.(3)” Gabrielle replied confidently.



Harry smiled. “Good. I believe you have a sister to cheer up. She looked devastated; you'd better hurry. The longer she stays in such a state the more liable she is to do something foolish.



Gabrielle nodded, reluctantly standing up she picked up her cloak and left through the portrait. Knowing how her sister could become, she hurried back to the carriage to tell her sister the good news.



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Gabrielle opened her eyes, shivering due to the cold, and saw concerned green eyes looking at her. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt a pull towards the man she would be bound to in a matter of months. “Une dette de vie!(4)” She whispered fiercely.



Harry smirked down at her and nodded. The look passed quickly and the concerned look was back, “I'll get her to the medical tent, she's going to freeze to death if she stays out here.” He announced.



Gabrielle felt herself picked up and taken somewhere. She didn't bother to look around until she was set down on a soft bed. With a quick scan, she made sure nobody but Harry was nearby. Grasping onto the connection she felt towards him with her magic she used it to make an Oath. “Du haut de ma tête, aux semelles de mes pieds, avec tout mon cœur, de toute mon âme, je suis à vous, Maître.(5)” She intoned.



Gabrielle gasped, a feeling of bliss overcoming her as Lustfyre encased her body, wrapping her in a ghostly blue aura. The cold that had seeped into her very bones from the lake was wiped clean, replaced with an all encompassing warmth that filled her very soul as the Lustfyre darkened, changing colour slowly until it became a deep, rich emerald green.



Gabrielle didn't know how, but she knew her Maturation was about to happen as the flames died down. “Il se passe maintenant Maître…(6)” She said weakly, just before her eyes closed and an aura of emerald green covered her again. It wasn't fire this time though, simply magic.



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(1) There is something I think you should know.



(2) I offer only what I have, myself. The second my Maturing period is complete I will bind myself to you as anything you desire. I had hoped to find some way to obtain a stronger bond, something complete and unbreakable, like a Life Debt induced Life Bond, but alas that would require circumstances beyond my control and luck that I don't think I possess…



(3) I believe so.



(4) A Life Debt!



(5) From the top of my head, to the bottoms of my feet, with all my heart, with all my soul, I am Yours, Master.



(6) It is happening now Master…