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AN: I don't own Harry or his world, I am just having fun in a parallel universe.

Thanks to Master42 and AWR for the beta helping. And thank you for reading. The first year is almost all laid out, but I will take my time editing it, and also coming back to the first chapters. Thank you!

Chapter 12

If the alpha is the heart of the pack, his inner circle is its soul. They act as counterbalance and support. They share the magic and emotions, their bond to the alpha and each other is so strong that even only one of them can save or destroy the entire pack. The inner circle is formed for those closest to the alpha, fiscally, emotionally and magically. It is not unusual that most of them became even romantically involved. Using myself as an example, my circle is formed by my three wives, my two children, and my oldest friend. Two of them are not bitten.

Through their bond, the alpha and his inner circle can share many things. Magic is the first. They can learn spells known by the alpha with almost no effort and vice versa. Drinking in each other's magic also allow for stronger magic than any could do by himself. The shared magic also seeks to heal and protect its bearers.

But the real bond happens when they share emotions. Love, hate, and lust. For this reason, usually, the inner circle is formed for a variety of people. Different views and feelings over a situation lead to the best results. That is the reason an alpha must seek the inner circle for guidance, and not blindly guide the pack on his own.

But sharing emotions also means to have a closeness rarely seem on the magical world. Maybe only the veela bond or the familiar ritual is so strong. So is, not surprising that many times it leads to romantically or physical relationships. In many cases, the romantic love may even come first then the pack bond.

But the inner circle also shares the rage and the sins of the alpha, even when they are not wolves themselves. A corrupted alpha can lead his entire inner circle to madness. They also share his moments of rage. That is why seeking balance is essential. The alpha needs its inner circle so that he can remain focused and in control. The inner circle needs the alpha for protection and love. They are the bridge between the leader and the pack.

Inside the inner circle, there is also a hierarchy. One of its members is the alpha's pair. The one he considers his equal. The one he shares the most. The one he cannot live without.

.oOo.

When their lips locked and their tongues caressed each other, for a moment, Fleur felt like everything came into place. This was right. For a moment, it seemed like only Harry, and she existed in the world. All her senses focused on him, even her allure worked just for him, to feel him, to read him, to be his. And because of it, she could feel the same form him. At that moment, Fleur knew Harry could only see, smell and touch her. She felt vulnerable, yet she felt protected at the same time, and Fleur wished it could last forever.

When they reached for air, smiling at each other, their foreheads touching, she found herself laughing like a child. Madam Pomfrey looked at them with an annoyed look, she pointed at Harry's shoulder, then at the entrance of the tent. Harry and Fleur turned to see Hermione, Katie, and Daphne looking at them with wide eyes. They seemed surprised, confused, but, most of all, relieved. Fleur proudly steps aside, refusing to feel guilty or ashamed of what just happened. Hermione was the first to react. The girl rushed and hugged Harry forcefully. Kissing his cheek, "You reckless prat. You keep doing that again and again… I am so glad you are OK…" The bushy haired witch babbled.

"Well, most of it." The matron said. "There are too many residues and spike points of the Bulgarian's tail at your shoulder and arm Mr. Potter. We will need to move to the hospital wing to remove them and make sure your bones are not affected."

Daphne came forward and embraced Harry, slowly, making the wizard blush. She proceeded to give him a soft kiss on the lips. Fleur raised her eyebrows, fighting the urge to burn the girl. "I glad you came back, Harry…" Daphne whispered, loud enough for the other girls to hear.

The entrance of the tent opened again, and the Delacours, led by a jumping Gabby, entered the space. Fleur noticed the knowing look her mother gave Harry and the surrounding girls, and Gabby was storming Harry and Fleur with a barrage of questions in French. Unfortunately, the pain potions choose this time to fade. Harry gritted his teeth swallowing a screen as the spiked points trembled on his shoulder. Fleur held him from falling off the bed, and her parents approached them quickly. Daphne catches him from the other side. "I am here 'Arry…" Fleur whispered to him. "We are not leaving you!"

He looked at her with a thankful looking, before Pomphrey knocks him unconscious with a flick of her wand. "Don't worry." The matron said after the murderous look Fleur direct to her. "It is an inoffensive version of the stunner spell, that way I will be able to move him to the hospital wing and take care of his wounds properly, Miss Delacour." The matron gave Fleur a reassuring look. "I care for this boy more than you can imagine. I couldn't save him from what he's been through, but I can help now." Fleur look surprised at her, the determination on the old witch eyes, and the regret. Fleur nodded, and the matron levitates Harry with care, moving him to the hospital wing. "You can all come to visit later, let me attend to him now." Pomphrey firmly finished, as she left the tent.

Fleur could notice the fire in her mother's eyes as the woman saw the young wizard's body passing through her. The rage was only met with his father's resolve expression. Fleur felt a hand holding hers, and surprised looked at Hermione. "He has been through much worse Fleur. He is strong, and he will be fine…"

Fleur smiled at the younger witch and looked at both other girls. "I know. And it makes me mad he has to be through so much. But that's who he is." Fleur reached Daphne's hand with her free one. "We need to talk… not now, I need to think first." Her voice was firm, but Daphne held her gaze. "Something happened here, and I need to organize my thoughts first. Please give me some time…" The younger witches looked at her with astonished expressions.

"I am glad you are OK too, Fleur," Hermione said after taking a deep breath. She kissed the French girl in the check. "We will talk when we are all ready." Daphne kept a cold expression and just nodded.

"My dear." Her father said approaching the girls. "Sorry for interrupting, I need to see the headmaster now. I will come to see you later, OK?" Jacques kissed Fleur on the forehead and leave, followed by Hermione, Katie, and Daphne.

Apolline looked at her and calmly said. "I believe you want to talk?"

"Oui mama, I would like that…"

.oOo.

Ron watched as Hermione and Daphne entered the healing tent, probably looking after Harry, and clenched his fists so hard that later he would see the marks of his nails at the palms. He felts his neck warm. It was not fair. Seamus and Dean were oblivious to him, talking about how awesome Harry's flying was. And he got second nonetheless. Ron stopped and let some distance build between him and his friends. Looking around, he saw Ginny discussing the maneuvers with the tall Slytherin boy, and felt isolated.

"I already told you, Weasley, you could do better." He turned to see Pansy behind him, with Millicent standing silent behind her. With a nod she made the bigger girl move on.

"What do you want now Parkinson?" He sighed, feeling tired.

"To talk… walk with me if you want…" she started walking, her hair, that was cut on her jaw's line, bouncing up and down. Curious, he followed her. "You should just let go, Ronald. That is a fight you cannot win, you know… the bossy knows it all was in love with Potter since the second year…"

"Are you just going to shove it on my face now?" The boy answered, getting angry.

"No, I am telling you to let it go, don't become obsessed with them and fuck yourself because of it."

"Like Draco?" The boy raised his eyebrow, hoping to get a reaction from the girl.

"Exactly, just like that idiot. Look at all the shit he has got into because of it. Sometimes I think there is even more to his… obsession to Potter, but, in the end, I just don't care…" Pansy shrugged.

"So, you don't hate Harry?" Ron asked, in disbelief.

"I don't even care about Potter; I am just stuck with an imbecile. I care only about myself Ronald, and so should you…"

.oOo.

Albus Dumbledore poured himself a dose liquor, and another one for the visitor he was sure would arrive at any minute now. "How interesting this competition is going to be. At one side the purists trying to kill both Harry and Ms. Delacour, on another the impostor Moody trying to make sure the boy lives. Interesting, it also means the death eaters need Harry alive for something." His train of thought was interrupted by his gargoyle's announcement.

"Headmaster, Minister Delacour is here to see you." Dumbledore smiled. "Using official titles, setting the tone of the conversation even before we start, you haven't changed at all Jacques."

"Let him in." The door opened with a heavy, stony noise, and the French Minister of magic, Jacque Magnon Delacour, entered the room. The man had a calm semblance, dressed in a well-tailored dark blue Armani suit, and an equally dark tie, over a beige shirt. Pointed shining shoes and a well-trimmed hair with some sparse grey and white loins complete the imposing, but formal look. As expected from him, the man did not wear a wizard robe, preferring the complete muggle attire. Albus knew the man in front of him was clever and dangerous, and he could almost see the dark aura around him. Albus Dumbledore smiled broadly at the sight. "I bid you welcome Minister Delacour. I hope you are finding your visit to Britain and Hogwarts to be the most pleasant."

"Indeed I am headmaster. The grounds are still as beautiful as I remember." Jacques answered in an equally jovial tone.

"True, it has been an awfully long time, how much now?"

"Almost thirteen years since last time. I can see we both have been pretty busy, non?"

"Indeed. May I indulge you some liquor, maybe a toast to the good old times? If I remember well, this is your favorite brand of liquor." The Frenchman took the glass and held it up.

"For the good old times, before everything gone astray…" Jacques said before their glasses touched. "I must confess I am surprised by how well you managed the boy's situation so far headmaster. Changing the tasks dates and even the media access. I could only imagine the mess it would be if the international community discovered that the illegal champion is also a non registered werewolf. My applause to that." Jacques cut directly to the point.

The headmaster was surprised, but just for took second before understanding dawned on him. "I see you have being in contact with Mr. Lupin." The French smiled. "Or perhaps since you are a ministry official now, you have access to a no traceable owl." The Minister smiled again. "But compliments apart, to what do I owe this visit Minister Delacour, when not even our own Minister had such an honor."

"My daughter is not staying at Mrs. Fudge's house, is she? Nor the Potter boy. We will be leaving in two days headmaster; I just want permission to pass this time with my daughters and her friends without being disturbed, a courtesy for old times' sake."

"I can prepare some quarters for you at Castle if you so desire."

"Don't worry; we rent a nice little house in the village for a couple of days. But it seems we are going to have to stay at the school grounds way beyond visiting time. What I asked it to have our presence allowed by the wards for a couple more days." Jacques produced a parchment from his internal pocket. "Here are the official ministry papers granting permission. And I you like a private meeting with the boy" the headmaster took the papers and smiled at him.

"Although the influence of the ministry is limited at the school, I will grant your request Minister" Albus concentrate for a couple of seconds. "There you have it, both you and wife have access both in and out of the grounds."

"For the old times?"

"No my dear boy, consider it a goodwill gesture for the times ahead of us."

.oOo.

"Wow!" Blaise Zabini said to the red-haired girl sat at his side. "That was some serious flying! The guy just made a dragon faint!" It had been an incredible presentation, especially for both seekers that watched together from the benches. "I bet he has a good chance going pro. I just hope he is OK…"

"Nah, Harry had worse," Ginny said blinking an eye. "One night at the infirmary, and he is good to go!" The tall wizard notices she was more concerned than she tried to appear. They had watched the task close to Hermione, Daphne, and Tracy, but the two girls run into the hospital tent, and Tracy bailed out with a wink in his direction, leaving them to come back to the castle on their own. Blaise enjoyed talking to the beautiful athletic Weasley, she was smart, sarcastic, and even a little rude sometimes, but always deadly honesty, and he found it to be a nice break from all the innuendo and games from the other Slytherins. Taking courage, he said.

"I can see why you like him, and I don't blame you…" She looked at him with those wide brown eyes. "Damn, I even like him myself." He smiled at her. "I seriously hope one day I can call him a friend."

She looked at him with sad eyes. "I had a big crush on the boy who lived you know, like the prince charming from the books, I was even friends with Romilda Vane and her stupid fan club." She took a deep breath. "He is not the boy who lived, and for sure he is not prince charming… he is so much more… but how am I to compete against his best friend, the ice queen or a veela…"

"I think you can…"

"What?!"

"Compete with them… but I rather see you compete for something of your own, maybe trying to focus on Quidditch or the defense team. I believe you can be great if you stopped letting this bug you. Maybe even he would see it."

Ginny looked at him. He was smiling with just the corner of his mouth. "Are you making a pass at me Zabini?"

"Who am I to compete?" He said rolling his eyes and using the same tone she did before.

"Prat! You are not too bad yourself." She stopped and looked at him. "Hey, I… I need to get prepared for the selection, so… you want to fly with me tomorrow, I mean, for training?"

"Of course Ginny, we can both practice together." He answered with a smile.

.oOo.

As her mouth locked into Alicia's, all shadow of doubt left Regina's mind, that was too good to be wrong, her tongue exploring the other girl's lips, teeth, jaw, and neck. A soft moan left the blond which as Regina worked her neck, lightly biting her pulse, them kissing her shoulder, one of the French's hands captured her breast, playing with her nipple. Regine kept kissing down until her mouth and tongue reach the nipple on the other breast, making Alicia moan even louder, sending shivers of pleasure down Regina's body.

The dark-skinned which kept its ministrations, kissing the blonde's belly and caressing the inner side of her tights. Regina's mouth reached the small spot of well-trimmed pubes, the same sand color of Alicia's hair and right below it reached her prize, the soft mound of the witch's dripping center. She licked all the extension of her folds, savoring her juices and then proceeds to kiss Alicia's hood and clit, making the other girl arch her back in pleasure. At the same time, Regina's finger found its way inside the girl's inner lips. The French felt another pair of strong hands lifting her hips, positioning her on her knees as her head was deep between Alicia's legs. Fred's fingers played around her cunt and anus, getting wet from her already dripping juices. The red-haired wizard positioned his member on her entrance, making Regine moan with teasing anticipation. He slowly drove all his length inside her, making the girl trembled, her head firmly held in place by Alicia's strong hands. The blonde's moans suffocated by George's member, whom now she kept almost whole in her mouth.

The four stated moving, almost perfectly synchronized, Regine could fell how in tune they were, how she loved Alicia's taste and any of the two nearly identical cocks inside her. They reached their peaks almost at the same time, Fred's hot seed bursting inside her as she moaned loud in bliss. She kissed Alicia on the mouth and could taste George's sperm on her, and loved it…

Yes, nothing wrong at all.

HPHPHP

Apolline watched her older daughter nervously sit in front of her at the improvised common room inside the Beauxbatons carriage. She noticed Fleur looking from one side to another, her hands moving frantically over her lap. "He will be OK Fleur, and we will all be able to see him shortly." Apolline's voice seems to bring Fleur back to the present. Apolline smiled at her daughter when their blue gazes meet. "How long this has been happening?"

"What?" Fleur looked confused at her, but her blushing cheeks betrayed her. Apolline smiled at the unusual sight of her usually prideful and resolve daughter blushing.

"You know very well, my little dove… you and Harry looked as beautiful today as when you were small." Apolline said with a dreamy tone. Fleur seemed to give up her act.

"I don't know… we are friends… he… understands me, respects how I feet. We started getting closer and closer. Oh mama, he had been through so much, and yet he ended up so strong and passionate. He has a real thrive to change him and the world for better, but he is so afraid of not living to see another year." Apolline fouled. "I can see that, even if he doesn't say so. He listened, he helped Gabby and me… mama, he is so strong that not even the allure affected him. He had been bitten to save 'Ermione and is trying to make the best of it…" at this time the girl was a little more than bubbling. Apolline looked at her with compassion.

"So, you are in love…" The older veela said in a soft voice.

"I… I don't know… we haven't even kissed until today." Instinctively Fleur brought her fingers to her lips, her mother giggled. "He is young…"

"I am four years older than your father," Apolline said with an amused tone. Fleur finally noticed something her mother had said before.

"What do you mean when we were little?"

"After you met Harry, when you were three, you two were impossible to separate. To the point that Lily and I had to put you both to sleep in the same bed if you were at the same house. You may not remember, but you suffered so much when he disappeared…" Apolline finished sadly.

"But... what does that mean?" Fleur sounded confused.

"I don't know Fleur, maybe nothing. I believe we make our own destiny. Magic only helps. Maybe it means something, and maybe it is nothing. You were so little…" both veela stayed in silence for a while. "Something else happened? Something you didn't say in your letters?"

"My… allure is acting weird… he is coming and going, not like it is weaker, is more like, it's directed…" she tried to explain.

"Direct to…"

"'Arry…" she whispered.

Apolline looked at her. Her daughter seemed lost. For the first time, she found someone with whom she could have a future. Apolline remembered herself when she met Jacques. "Little dove, we never lied to you about how dangerous all of this is. The decision is yours and only yours to make. Maybe is destiny; maybe is magic, but whatever it is you must decide if it is worth. You know what may lay ahead for Harry and all of us. And whatever you choose, your father and I will be by your side." She held her daughter's hand and smiled as she saw the determination come back to her gaze.

.oOo.

Harry woke at his usual hospital bed, the smells hitting him right the way, making his head feel a little dizzy, he noticed his arm immobilized and thankfully noticed he was wearing one of the hospital scrubs. His right arm and shoulder felt like burning, but not as bad as the transformation pains. Feeling relief, he noticed he could move his fingers with no problem. He looked around and found himself surrounded. He could see Hermione, Fleur, Katie, and Daphne next to his bed, Neville and Blaise were also close to him, as well as Ginny and Tracy. Apolline Delacour, whom Harry thought looked just like an older version of Fleur, was sat in a chair next to Madam Pomphrey, who talked vigorously with a well-dressed man, that he recognized it was Jacques Delacour. But the one closest to him was Gabby. "'ARRY!" The young French girl screamed when she noticed he had awakened.

"Nothing like waking up my own reserved bed, surrounded by friends…" Harry smiled.

"Your own bed?" Apolline asked with a playful voice.

"It literally has his name on it." Daphne pointed to the little sign on the end of the bed we're Harry's name was written over the number. "He had used this bed so many times over the years that I decided to make it official." Even Harry couldn't help but laugh, looking at the witch grin made him feel lightheaded.

"Very funny Daphne…" he sighed, his arm still in pain. The well-dressed man, Jacques, approached with madam Pomphrey at his side, smiling broadly.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, Harry, glad to see you wake." He extended his left hand, which Harry took, ready to open his mouth to ask, but Jacques spoke first. "Now, I know you may have many questions, but now is not the time nor is the place. The matron told me you will be as good as new tomorrow, so I would like to invite you to dinner. If you accept, all the details and permissions are already set with the headmaster."

Harry looked at the hopeful expression on Gabby and the reassuring smile from Fleur before answering. "It will be my pleasure Minister Delacour."

"Jacques please… we are as good as family, Harry." Harry noticed the shocked looks on some of his friends' faces. Apolline got up from her chair and Harry tough she looked almost supernatural, indeed like a slightly older version of Fleur but with a channel haircut, dressed in an elegant beige jacket and trousers. She approached him with a smile and kissed him on the cheek. Harry tensed as the other people in the room widen their eyes.

"We waited so much to find you," she whispered. "We can wait one more night to talk, get well Harry; we are going to let you with your friends." With that said both her and her husband kissed their daughters and left the infirmary.

"That was weird…" Blaise commented. "You are better connected than I thought." He finished with a giggle. "Maybe you really are a good contact."

"So it seems." Harry turned to Hermione, Daphne, and Fleur. "Can you teach me French?" The girls laugh, but Harry noticed that Fleur was keeping her distance. "Maybe it was just a dream after all, from the potions…" he thought. They quickly started talking about the task, and Harry's flying, Daphne had even saved some of the dragon's spikes that got stuck on his shoulder for him. Harry drew on the scents of those people, their concern for him and their relief, and watched the magic start dancing around them, his eyes widened, he felt like it was speaking to him, the wolf felt calm, maybe Katie was right, perhaps those were his pack after all.

After a while, madam Pomfrey led everyone out, so he could rest. Fleur distance still felt weird, but he could smell her confusion. After a meal and a good dosage of pain and dreamless sleep potions, Harry finally got to sleep, thankful for not having to worry, even if for one night.

.oOo.

Apolline thoughts were interrupted by her husband's hand on her shoulder. She looked at him with a half smile and took the glass of wine he was offering. "What's on your mind dear?"

"It was a busy day, don't?" She answered taking a sip of the wine. "I am so happy and worried at the same time. It was so good to see Harry alive, but I am sure you noticed…" the man nodded. "The scars, he looks almost like Sirius after Azkaban… and his aura… I was ready for the wolf, though his is way stronger than Remus's. But there is something more… there is an evil trying to get in, an evil thing lurking around his very soul Jacques. And is coming from that thing on his forehead."

"What does that say about him, that he is able to fight it, even though all the things he has endured? Most people in his place would have already surrendered…" Jacques said, with a hint of pride in his voice.

"He is indeed Lily and James's son… maybe there is a way to remove it from him…"

"Or maybe is already part of who he is… what makes him so strong." Both stared in silence at each other, contemplating the possibility. Jacques took a sip of his wine and passed his arm around his wife's shoulders, holding her close on the love chair. He could see there was more she wanted to say and waited until she was ready.

"Fleur… is bonding to Harry…" She finally said, looking at the wall. Jacques's eyes widened. They had discussed the possibility, but to see it happening was different. "It is not complete yet, but she has all the signs. Her allure is already responding. And it is strong."

"It is dangerous…"

"And is also her choice, there is still time. She can simply walk away… but you saw their kiss… I hope Harry is strong."

"He is, otherwise he would not have survived. My Fleur…"

"There are also the other girls; I can see it clearly as a day… Sirius will be proud. And Fleur in trouble" She giggled.

"Those are their mistakes to make Cherie, and we can only be here for them."

.oOo.

Daphne finished sorting the potions on the trail. She took the parchment and wrote the ones needing replenishment, potions for pain, headache, contraception… she took a sip of her tea and looked at the young wizard sleeping in front of her. He looked so peaceful for once; even that she knew it was just the effect of the dreamless sleep. And then she felt it again, the tug on the back of her head, like she should know something, but forgot… it had started right after she kissed him and only got worse with time. She had no idea what it was. Maybe Madam Pomphrey could help her. Thinking of that, she turned her head when she heard the now familiar poof of Dobby apparating. Daphne turned to see Dobby and a surprised Fleur in the infirmary.

"I didn't expect you would be here…" the French which whispered. "Are you going to stay with him all night?" Daphne could detect something in her voice, and she was not sure if jealousy or envy.

"No… I'm taking the first turn; madam Pomphrey will replace me in an hour or so." They stare at each other. Daphne definitely respected the older girl, maybe even liked her. "Is Dobby now responding to you?"

"I wanted to see Harry and decided to try calling him." Fleur shrugged. "It worked, a very unusual house elf this one, he really loves Harry."

"True…" They both looked at the young man on the bed, then at each other again. "So… why did you come?"

"I wanted to spend a little more time with him, strengthen my resolve… I thought he was going to be alone."

"Sorry." Daphne's voice was neutral, making Fleur raised an eyebrow. "He will be sleeping until morning anyway…"

"You really like him don't you?" The older witch interrupted with an even but sure tone. Daphne didn't flinch, summoning all her training, she sustained Fleur's gaze on her. The black haired girl saw something she could only understand as recognition in the French's face.

"Yes." Daphne finally answered.

Fleur caressed Harry's cheek with a light touch. "Some things changed today…" She looked at Daphne again. "Do you know something about veela magic?"

"I am not sure anymore, ever since I know you, every stereotype has being proven wrong, I am rethinking what I thought I knew, both about veela and about the werewolves, because of him…" Fleur gave her a warm smile. "I respect you Fleur. I think I even like you, because of Harry, but… I can't, and I won't back out! People had been doing this to him his entire life, and I will not be one of those!" They look at each other in silence.

"You know…" Fleur sighed. "If it were any other girl, I would probably have burned you already… but I understand what you are saying, and I… respect that… Harry likes you… and me…"

"And Hermione, and Katie…" Daphne rolled her eyes.

"I have handled Katie…" Fleur waved, looking irritated.

"The way she talks about him, do you think she can keep away?" Daphne smirked. Fleur seemed to think for a while.

"Is up to him to decide." The French girl finally said.

"I don't think so. If he is with you, he will do anything to make it work that is how he is. In the end, you will decide…" Daphne approached Fleur. "You two have something special… but harry and I could have it too and can't just let him… and I am not sorry for that."

"I appreciate your honesty. I am not asking you for that, I am asking for being allowed to try. As you noticed, there something happening that even I don't understand completely, but I owe him to take that chance, as I know he will…"

They stayed in silence with Harry for a little while, both witches thinking about the next steps. Daphne finally broke the silence in a cold, calculating voice. "I will give you space, at least for now. He deserves it. Now you should go, Madam Pomphrey will come back soon."

Fleur nodded and called for Dobby, vanishing in a pop a second later. Daphne approached Harry and gave him a soft kiss. "You are not alone anymore…" she whispered.

.oOo.

Katie looked at the fireplace. She was witnessing her new pack getting formed. Harry was starting to accept his new role; the inner circle was coming together. She could only be in awe about the multitude of people that had answered his call. So many different lives and views. She was excited. They would do great things, and no one could stand in their way. If they play it right, she could see no more registration laws or stupid mandatory potions.

Daphne could help Harry and her with the political aspect. She really could conquest what her family was trying at generation, or at least start some real changes for the future.

HPHPHP

Harry woke up the next day to an abundance of smells. As was now usual, the scents hit him first. The clean sheets, the wood burning on the fireplace, the sweet and sour smell of the potions, the comfy old parchment and roses scent from Madam Pomphrey. He could even feel the faintest aroma of blueberries and lilies, making the wizard aware that Daphne and Fleur were there during the night. Harry opened his eyes and was surrounded by colors and light. Even without focus, it was beautiful. He reached for his glasses, bringing some order into to the chaos.

"Good morning Harry." The matron approached him and cast some diagnostic spells. "How are you feeling?"

"A little stiff, especially on the shoulder, but OK I guess…"

"Can you move your fingers for me? Yes, like that…" there was relief on her voice. She looked at him with sorrowful eyes. "I wish I could do more for you… but magic healing can only go so far… I wish I could give you back some of those years…"

"It is not your fault; you've been helping me since you saw me in the first year. I would be way worse it wasn't for you."

"Maybe I can try to intercede with the headmaster again."

"Maybe, but you and I both know that is futile." Harry held her hand. "Don't worry; I am getting out there on my own. Other people are helping me." Pomphrey let out a loud sigh.

"I would ask for you to stay out of trouble, but we both know that wouldn't fly, right?"

"In my defense, it's usually the trouble that finds me!" He smiled at her. At that point, the doors of the infirmary opened, letting Neville and Blaise into the room. The two boys were talking happily about plans for the next Hogsmeade weekend.

"Hey Potter, don't be a lazy troll," Blaise said with a smile. "Get dressed; your escort is here!"

"Is he good to go, Madam Pomphrey?" Neville asked more politely.

"Yes yes, just keep him on the ground for a day or two, will ya." The matron smiled at the boys. "Off you go Harry; there is still time for breakfast."

As he dressed, Harry thought about the two young wizards, and how they had grown in him. Even they now familiar scents were reassuring to him, even if different than the girls. Neville was Earth-like, the same smell of the dirty in the greenhouse, feeling reassuring and strong. Blaise in his turn felt like something Harry could only describe as salt. Harry never visited the sea but imagined that it was how it felt. For a moment he got sad about Ron's distance but brushed it away. They leave the hospital wing, and quickly Harry noticed people waving at him, or complimenting him for the task. "One day no one wants to talk with me, the next people are shaking my hand…" Harry commented to his friends.

"That is the wizardry world in a nutshell for you," Blaise responded. "And they say is a Slytherin trait, humph! I doubt most of them understand even the simplest thing about loyalty."

"Yeah, people talk so much about house loyalty and magic inclination that is funny…" Neville jumped in.

Harry smiled broadly. They get it. "I guess it's easier to be loyal to an abstract concept like a house or a Quidditch team than to a person with real flaws and emotions I think, and people feel safer that way." Harry waved to another random person. They changed to lighter topics as they approached the great hall.

"Harry!" Hermione charged at him as soon as he entered, Harry welcomed her in a big hug, which was also good to distract him from the many smells in the room. Blaise rolled his eyes at him, with a smile, before moving to his place at the Slytherin table, not before giving Ginny a discrete wave with his hands. It took Harry a couple of seconds to focus his senses to a point he could almost function normally. Katie was next to hug him. Harry halted for a second when the brunette gave his but a discreet squishy.

"That fly was amazing Harry! Next year we will destroy the cup!" She said aloud.

"Hear hear!" Fred and George lifted their cups, Angelina and Alicia gave him whistles. He smiled at them, feeling welcome. "That my dear Harry…"

"Was some quality flying…"

"Almost as good as ours…"

"Almost…"

Ginny rolled her eyes, before fixing her gaze on something behind Harry. The lilies scent surrounded him, he felt the palms of his hands becoming warm, he was not sure how to proceed, Harry was not even sure it hasn't been a dream. Harry turned to see Fleur, Gabby, and Regine entering the hall. The younger veela ran to him and hugged him, asking him something in French, the only words he could discern were mama and papa, before sitting next to Hermione. Regine waved at him and sat down beside Fred with a smirk.

Harry turned nervously to Fleur, running a hand through his own messy hair. "Fleur, I am so glad you're OK… I… I'm… sorry."

"'Arry…" she interrupted him harshly. "Shut up."

She threw her arms around his shoulders and locked her lips on his. The great hall went silent as he put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, their tongues dancing with each other. People watched in astonished silence as the couple held each other. The silence was only broke by the wolf whistles of the twins, breaking the spell and sending the great hall into a noisy chaos. Harry and Fleur just hugged each other, ignoring the surrounding mess.

.oOo.

Hermione didn't know what to feel. She looked at the couple in front of her; there was no other word to describe, they were a couple now. Holding hands, the bliss on their faces. She felt so happy for Harry, but also so envious. Fleur had made a very public statement. She had talked with Daphne about precisely that. Now was not the time to move, she could be happy for them. They looked beautiful together. She was sure Harry would never push her aside. And a warm look from the young wizard confirmed that. Katie seemed happy at her side. "I guess I will never understand her, maybe is a wolf thing." She thought. In a certain level she felt even relief, she could focus on being her best self now, if there were a space for them, the three of them, they would let her know. She liked Fleur; she was independent, proud, smart and powerful. After today, she could add courageous to the list.

They kissed again… so beautiful and exciting, the younger witch though, biting her lip. The conversation moved as time passed, Hermione and Fleur vow to teach Harry French. Gabby seemed a mix of proud and jealous. Hermione smiled, identifying with the girl. She felt a hand on her's and looked at Katie, and she nodded smiling at her. "Goodness, what a roller coaster!" She thought again. Hermione barely registered when the headmaster announced the Yule ball and had only brought herself back when she saw Viktor Krum and Roger Davis approaching. "Krum and Davis seem an awful closer, don't you think?" Ginny whispered to her.

"Aren't they both seekers?"

"Hello Mr. Potter" Viktor greeted with a heavy ascent. "Ms. Delacour."

"Harry, please Mr. Krum."

"Only if you call me Viktor." Both nodded respectfully at each other. "Your flight against the dragon was fantastic Harry. I have rarely seen that much skill outside the professional field. I don't know what weird circumstances led you into the tournament, but I can clearly see it was not under your control. And I am sorry for not speaking up before."

"Don't worry; I would be suspicious too if I were in your place, in any of your places," Harry answered looking at him then at Fleur, receiving a pick on the lips in return from the French. "I don't hold it against you, even if I could."

Viktor smiled at him. "Great indeed. Maybe we could do some practicing together, what you think? Roger told me stories about your games. The Youngest seeker in a century he said!"

"It would be my pleasure and an honor!"

"But not today…" Fleur interrupted holding Harry hurt shoulder. "Today Mr. Potter here needs to rest and prepare for dinner with his new girlfriend parents."

"That was fast!"

"You really don't…"

"Play in duty…"

"Harry…" the twins finished in unison making Harry blush. Hermione saw the Quidditch players setting a date and got up. She needed to walk, to get some air, to think. Hermione walked down the entrance hall onto the grounds, wandering aimlessly until she found herself at Harry's spot. The tree trunk by the lake. Most of the trees had already lost their foliage by that time, covering the ground in a gold and brown carpet. She sat at the trunk and looked at the lake.

"I hate to say I told you so…" she heard from behind her.

"Oh, fuck you, Tracy!" Hermione said turning to see the blond girl approaching, accompanying Daphne, Katie, and Ginny. The girls all sat around her.

"Girl…" Tracy kept going. "That was a claiming if I ever saw one! Frenchie's got some balls. You don't seem surprised Daphne, or you Kat Kat. Why?"

"Fleur talked to us…" Daphne said in an even tone but giving Tracy an angry look. The blonde lifted her hands. "Hermione…" the dark-haired witch held Hermione's hands. " Remember what we talked that day at the three broomsticks, this is not over, and will not be easy. But he needs to give it a try." Hermione looked her in the eyes then over to Ginny, who had a confused expression. Katie looked calm as if she knew something would happen.

"Can… can we not talk about this?" The bushy-haired teen asked. They stay in silence for a couple of minutes, lost in thought, enjoying the lake.

"You know, that's my sixth year…" Katie said after a while. "One more to go… and I have no idea what I will do after Hogwarts. Have any of you thought about it?"

Ginny jumped in. "Quidditch! I will try out for the Harpies in my last year?!" The redhead said excitedly. "Wait!" She turned to Katie with an incredulous expression. "What do you mean? I thought we were going to play together. You are one of the best chasers I ever saw!" Katie let out a sad smile.

Seeing the discomfort of the older girl, Hermione called the attention to herself. "I actually thought about that a lot. Yeah Tracy, big surprise. I think a lot." The girls laugh at the blonde half-open mouth. "I keep saying I want to change the world, and make a difference, at first I thought I would do that by learning all I could about magic and how it works. So I thought about going into mysteries. But then I started to realize the many wrong things in the magical world."

"And there are many things wrong." Daphne said.

"Yes, for a while I thought about dropping all out, going to a mundane college and letting go of magic, some Gryffindor, don't. But I realized that I care too much for many people here to simply leave." The four girls smiled back at her. "So I thought about many things, and what would make more difference. Law enforcement, politics? I don't think I'm fit for any of those. Then I realized a way to reach many people, and make real progress…"

"You are coming back to Hogwarts." Daphne concluded.

"Yes, first as a teacher, but hopefully more. I want to plant the seeds of destruction on young minds." Hermione concluded with an evil smirk.

"I am the heiress of my house…" Daphne said, looking at the lake. "Possibly more than one." She smiled at Hermione. "And I like the game. I really do. But I also love healing, like my mother. I am torn between the two, politics or healing."

"Why they need to be mutually excluding?" Katie asked. "I heard the director of St. Mungo's was undersecretary before that pig Fudge took the chair."

"Maybe, I don't know."

"They are not opposites." Hermione dove in. "The right politics can save lives just as much as healing."

"You got a point there, Hermione, a good one." Daphne smiled. All the girls turned their gaze to Tracy, who blushed furiously.

"I want to be a mom and have a big ass family!" The blonde witch said rapidly, blushing even more. The other four looked at her, with incredulous looks. Even Daphne seemed surprised. "What? Just because I am a tiny little brash, I can't? My father has two wives, and I grew up with two Moms. It was amazing! Roger and I have almost the same age, and the clan is big. Family dinners at the Davis are always an event!"

"That's true!" Confirmed Daphne. All the girls laughed

"A big family can be annoying, is true." Ginny nodded. "But is also lots of fun. And love…" Hermione smiled, she liked the prospect of a big family too.

.oOo

"Girlfriend?" Harry asked Fleur as they leave the great hall holding hands. Fleur noticed the looks, and for once she felt good about the envious gazes she received.

"Unless you British have another word for it that I don't know…" she stopped in front of him at the almost desert hallway. "Then yes "Arry, girlfriend, or you don't want me?" The incredulous look on the wizard's face was all confirmation she needed, filling her with pride. They walked a little more, and Fleur noticed her was guiding him to even more desert corridor. He stopped and asked without looking at her, sounding a little shy.

"Fleur… can I kiss you again?"

She smiled. "You always have permission 'Arry…"

With a fast movement, Harry turned around and gently but surely pinned her against the wall, with a gentle but secure move. He looked at her eyes, and Fleur lost herself in the green. The wolf's eyes. Her wolf eyes. He kissed her, his hands on her thin waist, as she hovered her's on his hair. The kiss quickly deepened, their tongues battling for dominance, a battle she hoped to have many times in the future. Her hand left the wolf's hair and moved to his waist, pushing him even closer to her. She moaned on his mouth as they hip meet. The veela felt the bulge in his trousers and clawed his back. She fought to keep her veela nature in check and could feel him doing the same.

"Mon Dieu…" she whispered when they finally parted. Harry was blushing, but the predatory wolf eyes were still there. They laughed together.

"I hope you know what you are getting yourself into." The wizard said, releasing her from the wall. Their breath still fast.

"Don't you start with a 'have to protect the witch' speech, mister. I know very well who you are and what you are. You are my wolf! My survivor." Fleur said in an almost commanding tone.

"I wouldn't dare… I have no idea why you chose me, but thank you, for giving me a good reason to keep surviving." He smiled at her. Fleur gave him another kiss, much more tamed this time.

"The allure is a form of protection you know. Beauty is a relative concept. Is subjective, each person or sentient species got its own beauty standards. Yet everyone affected by the allure finds the veela beautiful. We think is a form of self-preservation. But it can also be dangerous; some people can be… possessive."

"I think I understand… but your allure affects me differently… I mean, I can still feel it but is more like a warm, cozy feel. I mean, don't get me wrong, I find you beautiful and dare I say hot as hell!" He blushed, and Fleur gave him her evil smile.

"And that is only one of the reasons I chose to be with you. I was afraid you wouldn't want me, but I needed to try…"

"I liked you even before we meet Fleur. I liked the person you are before I even discovered how beautiful you look. I am the monster here remember. The young and a rabid wolf… the insecure role is mine."

"Prat." Fleur smiled and got closer to him, grabbing his arm. "About that ball…"

.oOo.

Harry stood in the entrance hall, nervously walking from one side to another. He was about to have dinner with the French minister of magic, that also happened to be married to a woman who claimed to be his godmother, they both were friends if his parents and the worse, they were parents of his now girlfriend. The fact that his nerves were making him lose focus on his senses was also not helping. The smells and sounds were driving him mad. Damn, Harry didn't even know what to dress.

The smell of lilies and vanilla brought him back to his senses. He turned to see both Fleur and Gabrielle coming from the Beauxbatons carriage. Gabby was dressed in dark jeans and a light pink blouse, with a heavy and furry purple coat over it. The young girl seemed as energetic as ever, talking with her sister. Fleur looked beautiful to Harry, and he almost couldn't believe. She was dressing a blue dress, with a high neckline and knee-length. With a very subtle geometric pattern on the bottom. White pantyhose and black boots. She was wearing a dark blue jacket and a scarf around her neck.

"Mon Dieu, it's cold." She said before kissing Harry. "And the snow is not even here yet, how can you manage?"

"Lots of firewhiskey…" Harry laughed. They heard steps behind them, his senses gave him a warning, and he turned to see the headmaster coming through the entrance hall.

"Good evening Harry my boy, and good evening to you both Mademoiselles, may I say you both look stunningly radiant tonight." The old wizard said giving them a warm smile. Harry instincts kicked in, and he tensed. Fleur must have noticed, as she held his hand in reassurance.

"Merci monsieur Dumbledore," Fleur answered politely. "Thank you for allowing us to see our parents."

"It is my pleasure. The carriage will take you to the village and back. I trust Mr. Potter completely to keep you safe, but as a Matter of precaution, having two of the champions and the daughters of a foreign dignitary, a second carriage will follow, with some Aurors. A perk requested by the ministry officials itself."

"Thank you sir." All three of them nodded. The headmaster gestured to Harry to approach him, wearing his signature grandfather smile. The scent of the man was strong and dominating. Harry needed all his concentration to come closer to him.

"Harry my boy." Dumbledore said in a low tone. "Now, I am well aware of your new-found relationship with misses Delacour. I want you to go and have fun, and look after them." Harry nodded at him. "But I must warn you, the persons you are about to meet are politicians, and outstanding ones at it. And you are a prestigious influential public figure, so be prepared. They may try to leverage this for their political advantage. But you are an intelligent young man, and even though I hoped to keep you always from politics for a couple more years, I am sure you will handle yourself brilliantly."

"Isn't that what you being doing all those years?" Harry though, but instead he just said. "Yes sir." Without looking in the old wizard's eyes.

The headmaster waited until the carriage arrives. Harry saw the now familiar skeletal horses, and noticed with a smile that both girls couldn't. The old wizard wave them goodbye as they entered the strange vehicle and Harry let out a breath, sitting down on the soft bench. Fleur noticed his tension and rested her head on his shoulder. "So that is how is going to be now… always something happening around you."

"I hope you're up for a ride mademoiselle…" Harry said brushing a hand over her hair.

"You can bet on that." The veela answered with a smile, giving him a soft kiss, on the other bench, Gabby blushed and tried to look away. Harry, feeling her discomfort, asked what she was thinking about her first school year, and help with some French words to impress her parents, making her feel more welcome. Fleur squished his hand and smiled in approval. It took about forty minutes to the carriage to arrive at Hogsmeade and the beautiful chateau the Delacours had rent for the weekend, the young wizard nervously knocked on the door, and was received by the almost supernatural vision of Apolline, dressed in a more informal long-sleeved white dress.

"Good night Harry." The older which said, pulling him into a kiss on the cheek, making him blush furiously and the girls giggle. "Please come in. Ma cherries!" She said in a warm voice, hugging and kissing both her daughters. The chateau was not big, but was really comfortable and welcoming. A lit fireplace emanates a light warm, and a dining table was placed on the left corner, closer to the big windows. Jacques finished opening a bottle of wine and poured four glasses. Approaching he handled one to Harry, who took with a little hesitation, before shaking the man's hand, the right one this time.

"Good to see you out of bed Harry. You put on quite a show!" He said with a bright smile, before moving to hug his daughters. Both Fleur and Apolline got their glasses, Gabby get herself a cup of grape juice, and they all sat around the coffee table next to the fireplace. Harry and Fleur dividing a loveseat' "So, how are your shoulder Harry? Still hurt?"

"A little stiff, but getting better by the minute, thank you sir."

"Please Harry, no sir… Jacques. We can dish the formalities, let them to the public."

Apolline was looking carefully at both Harry and Fleur, playing with her glass. She gave her older daughter a knowing smiled. "Anything interesting happened today?"

"Fleur kissed Harry!" Gabby said out loud in French, although Harry was sure he knew what she had said. Fleur looked at her with evil eyes, and both Jacques and Apolline looked at each other. Harry waited for the barrage of questions, but Jacques only shrugged his shoulders.

"I hope you know what you are getting into Harry, being with a veela can be marvelous and scary at the same time." Jacques said, holding his wife's hand. "Anyway, dinner is ready, and I am starving!"

"Weird, they seem really OK with it, maybe is a French thing?" Harry thought.

The smell of the food was delicious, and Harry let himself drown into it for a moment. They eat talking about pleasantries, school subjects. The young wizard noticed they were actively avoiding asking him about more touchy subjects, like his life outside of school. After dinner, Jacques pulled them another glass of wine, while Apolline talked to Gabby. A very upset little veela came to say goodnight to them, before apparating with her mother. Jacques, Fleur and Harry came back to the living space next to the fireplace. Fleur was now openly holding his hand Apolline apparated back a couple of minutes later. "Madam Maxine sends you her regards, darling." She took her own glass and sat with her husband. "Now Harry, I know you must have many questions, and we will do our best to answer it. It's not going to be easy on any of us, but is a step we need to make together."

Harry looked at her pale blue eyes and nodded. "Do you know where Sirius and Remus are? Are they OK?"

"First thing he asks is about the well-being of otters, well choose Fleur" Jacques raised his glass. "Yes Harry, they are at Delacour manor as we speak. There is a process to grant Sirius the status of political refugee running on the French magical court, at least until a new trial is held on Britain." Harry took a deep, relieved breath, before looking at Fleur for reassurance. She smiled at him. Harry turned to Apolline next and asked in a low voice. "Are you really my godmother?"

"Yes Harry" Apolline answered with watery eyes. "Sirius and I took the vows together a month after you were born. We have been friends with your mother for years them. Fleur probably doesn't remember, but she was there too. She wanted to take you home with us." She smiled at the memory. Harry looked at her in silence, magical colors dancing around her, her lilies scent betraying her emotions, there was no signs of lies, just sorrow. "We had so many plans…"

"Why… why I never knew? Why no one told me?" Fleur stiffened at his side.

"You disappeared Harry." Jacques said. "After the... fall, after Sirius was sent to Azkaban and Remus run away, we looked for you. We looked for you everywhere. Not even the ministry of magic knew your whereabouts. We hired detectives. Whatever happened, you simply disappeared from the magical world, and the only person who knew was Albus Dumbledore. And we pressure him, yes we did. But the man is too powerful, too well connected."

"It is true Harry." Fleur said looking at him. "Ever since I can remember, mama and papa were looking for you." She looked at the floor, ashamed. "During a time I even hated you, for the attention they gave to your searching."

"I am sorry Fleur." Her father said with a heavy voice. "The only thing we knew was that you were alive. We even visited privet drive, more than once. Some notice me not for magical beings kind of ward must be active there; to us the house just seemed empty."

"I was there…" Harry whispered, swallowing his own years. "Wishing I could escape." The watery eyes turned to him.

"Harry…"

"I only learned my name was Harry when I was five, at the school… before that I thought my name was freak…" Fleur and Apolline gasped. The younger which could see the mixture of fear and rage in the wolf's eyes. Jacques swear in French.

"Then you reappeared." The man pressed on, feeling it was not the time to press the boy for more. "When you started going to Hogwarts."

"Why didn't you try to contact me then?"

"We did…" Apolline spoke, a touch of desperation in her voice. "We sent you owls, cards, gifts, and never got an answer."

"I… I never got them, any of them…"

"Now we know, but for a while we thought you hated us. We thought you hated us for abandoning you, for letting you alone. We watched from afar. Heard the scary stories. We thought you hate all of us, until Remus and Sirius turned in our door. When we heard what you had been through, that you don't even know we existed."

"But… how come Fleur could send me letters?"

"Bertrand is a special owl, after I got my candidacy for the ministry, he was granted an untraceable charm, so he could not be blocked like our other owls."

Harry was actively crying now, sorrow for what he lost, and rage at the ones responsible mixture together. If not for Fleur's embrace he was afraid of losing control. His life was an even bigger lie than he knew.

"Why… why he did this to me? Why condemn me to be alone, to live in hell…"

"He wants to use you Harry." Jacques said after a moment of silence. "Your parents were already having trouble with him, when they discovered that. He knows something that concerns you and Voldemort. I also think he wants to leverage you for his own political goals. He knew Sirius was thrown in jail without a trial. He is the only one who knows about your parents will."

"Why can't we confront him?"

"We tried, he has too much political power, we need to be smart, or he can take you away for good. Why do you think he didn't register you as a werewolf? He is keeping this card. Just now we are starting to get the power to fight back, but it must be done right. We need to expose him. And there is also Voldemort."

"Don't be fooled, he is an enemy of the Dark Lord. He wants him destroyed as much as we do. To erase his own mistake." Apolline said.

"I can't go on as nothing had happened!"

"You don't need. He knows very well who we are, and probably knows we are telling you all of this. Now you know, now you can defend yourself. He will try to win you back. To break your will again, like he tried all those years."

Fleur held both her hands in his face, turning Harry to look at her. "Just now you are not alone anymore, I am here, we are here with you 'Arry."