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Love Has No AgeDisclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I am just grateful to able to play in the world created.

Summary: Harry is told that he has the power of Love, but what does this mean? With the help of a Gabrielle, Ginny and the rest he learns exactly what this means and the benefits that come with it! Post -OOTP

Rating: NC-17

Chapter 1:- Heartache

The young girl looked at the parchment that was in front of her. Try as she might she could not seem to remember the contents. For the past few hours she was sitting at her desk with this scroll reading, re-reading but nothing was sticking. Something was changing within her and that something was causing her this distraction.
She had spent countless hours reading and practicing everything she could on this subject. This subject quite literally was her life. Her knowledge far outpaced anybody in this area and she was young, not just young but very young. But this distraction was new. Sighing to herself she gently rose and padded across her bedroom.

She lowered herself onto the bed and closed her eyes. Knowing this was not going to help her she still continued anyway it just felt good to let herself go for a few moments and wallow in her powers. With her eyes closed she focused inwards to her core, she found what she was seeking. Smiling slightly she opened her eyes and could see the traces of lines, of ribbons, flowing around the room.
This was her comfort, her only happy place in the past two years. No matter what anybody did they could not take this away from her. Try as people might to tell her that she knew nothing, this was proof to her that she did.

Studying the ribbons she quickly found the strong line that she was always looking for. The line stretched out and through the window, straight as an arrow, strong and vibrant. She knew where it ended, not the exact place as such but, the exact person. She could feel the gentle pull through this link; it was that pull that had made her talk to her Grandmamma.

Closing her eyes once more she reflected on that meeting and what transpired from it.

**

It was almost a year ago to the day, she had begged her Mother incessantly about going to see her, and she never once relented. But then almost out of the blue she had agreed. And so it was, three of them went to see her Grandmamma, her mother, her sister and herself. They were all women, well the other two were defiantly women but she was still considered a child. They had trekked through a forest for what seemed like forever until they reached the log cabin.

The cabin stood alone in this forest but still felt warm and welcoming. The log cabin looked almost new and was surrounded by gardens with high bushes. The front of the cabin held plant pots and hanging baskets. The owner of this place defiantly knew how to display it to its best.

Her mother rang the small iron bell hanging from the door frame before gently pushing open the door. "It's only us." She called out.

Upon entering the cabin they found that despite the outside appearance the inside was well furnished, very well furnished in fact. Lounging on a small sofa was a lady, in most people's eyes he would be classed as beautiful but next to the other members of her family she was nothing special. She smiled a special greeting to them all and motioned them to sit.

The little girl looked at her grandmamma intensely. She had always received gifts from her which were beautiful and delicate but had never met her in person. The rest of the family talked little about her but what little she had been able to learn had not prepared her for this meeting. She was both relieved and scared at the same time.

Her grandmamma did not look away as she was being inspected by the youngest but raised a single eyebrow and gently smiled. She waved her hand at one of the doors leading from the room and a faint tinkle was heard. Before a word was said a table gently walked into the room carrying on it a delicate fine china tea set. The tea pot was gently puffing away to itself very much like a small train.
The table came to a halt in the centre and the tea pot stopped puffing.

"I see you still have got your charm." Her mother said.

"Of course Bernadette it's what I'm known for." The older woman replied.

Bernadette stood and poured the tea for all, handing it around with the finger cakes, but nobody seemed interested for the moment. Each person was lost in their own thoughts and the silence seemed to stretch because of it.

Eventually the older woman asked. "So you have at last brought your youngest to see me?"

"Yes Mother, she had been asking, and Fleur insisted as well, so here we are."

This was news to the youngest, big news. Her sister was OK but had never really helped her get anything that she wanted. In fact she felt that her sister was trying to get people to ignore her. But this new revelation shocked her, why was her sister helping her? Does she have a different motive? She looked directly at her sister and saw her start to smile.
She knew what was coming; her sister’s smile was a powerful force. It came from her heritage, her heritage that was sitting in this room with them. That smile could make almost any man do whatever she wanted; when wielded properly it could affect women and even her. That smile made her feel content, happy, and carefree. Fleur looked directly into her face and turned on that winning smile. She braced herself for the force that was going to hit her, but nothing came. No happy feeling, no contentment, nothing it was just a smile. Fleur's smile increased before she mouthed "Now you know."

The shock of feeling nothing almost caused her to fall over. She crossed the room and sat next to her sister and looked into her face.

"I will always do what's best for you, please remember that." Whispered Fleur.

Their Grandmamma looked at the pair of them as they sat together.

"You wanted to see me then?" Grandmamma prompted her.

"Yes Grandmamma." She replied, nervous under the scrutiny of the older woman.

"Why?"

She was stuck now, she did not know exactly why. Well, yes she did, but she could not say it in front of her sister and mother. Luckily for Gabrielle, her Grandmamma was able to sense her problem.
"Ah...it makes some sense now."

"What?" Her mother asked.

"I think you and I need a talk Gabrielle." Commanded her Grandmamma as she rose to her feet and held out her hand.

"Yes Grandmamma." She replied in a small voice.

"Ok then, how about we go and sit in the garden, while your mother and sister enjoy themselves in here.

Without waiting for a reply she grabbed Gabrielle's hand and glided out in the garden. It was not long before the two of them were sitting on a rug in the middle of an immaculate lawn.

"So Gabrielle we are now alone. You undoubtedly have some questions, so ask away?"

"Is it true?"

"Of course it is. I am a Veela."

"But you look normal?" blurted out Gabrielle.

"We generally do, it is only when we are upset do you see any change."

"So I'm part Veela?"

"Yes." Was the patient response from the older woman.

"Is that why...?"

"Yes again."

"So Fleur's the same?" She asked, trying to make sense of the information.

Her Grandmamma thought for a moment before responding. "Yes and probably no."

"No?"

"Fleur's abilities only started a few years ago. Yours, I suspect, have already started, which will make you very different in the end."

"Do you mean these feelings that I have been getting?"
"Gabrielle before I answer that may I try something."

Gabrielle looked at her Grandmamma she had slightly changed her position and was facing her. She was not frightened as such, but thoughts of the Veela's powers made her want to move away slightly. She had little true knowledge of this power only what she had overheard at dinner parties was her source.
The Veela’s power was supposed to allow them to bend the will of anybody. It would allow them to control you. They would take over your mind and you would become nothing. Forcing this fear down as she looked at the face in front of her she gently nodded
"OK then, close your eyes." Came the whispered command.

Gabrielle did as she was told.

"Try and calm yourself imagine you are safe, happy, loved."

"Ok." She replied after a few moments.

"Everything you see is real, it's not dangerous. I'm here, and I'm real."

Gabrielle heard these commands as the voice changed direction so that it was coming from behind. The fear that she had battered down only moments before started to reappear.

"Gabrielle I going to place my hands on your shoulders, don't worry, don't panic."

She felt a gentle pressure on both of her shoulders. She tried to hold the thought that she was safe, but this new experience was scaring her.

"Ok now slowly open your eyes."

Gabrielle opened her eyes and saw lines. Well not lines, ribbons, floating out from her. They were beautiful, every color of the rainbow was present they twisted with each other, they danced and waved in the wind, but there was no wind? Most seemed to curve right round her but one thick one streamed off into the distance in front of her. She started to turn to follow the rest to see if she could find where they were going but felt the pressure in her shoulders increase, so she stayed still.

"What do you see?"

"Ribbons Grandmamma, lots of ribbons all flowing around me, except one."

"One?" The questioning tone was unmistakable.

"Yes one, a pink one flying off into the distance, that way." She pointed.

She heard a sharp intake of breath behind her.

"You say you can see many ribbons, are they all coming from you?"

Gabrielle studied the spectacle again and then saw that there were fainter ribbons now, rippling in the imaginary breeze which clearly could not be connected to her.

"No I can see some faint ribbons. I think."

"Ok then close your eyes and turn around. Once you have turned around, you may open your eyes again." Her Grandmamma said with command.
She knew that this could be dangerous not only to herself but also the young girl in front of her but she had to know.

Gabrielle did what was instructed and opened her eyes. In front of her was her
Grandmamma, but something else as well. She could make out her face but only just, these seemed to be ghostly mask over the top. Ribbons flowed out from her core and most faded from sight several meters away, except one. One of which was going straight into to her core. But the most shocking was the wings, behind her Grandmamma she could see wings, large ghostly wings, which seemed to flex and stretch almost menacingly.

The shock of this new sight caused her to gasp and at that instant everything returned to normal.

"You saw then?"

Gabrielle just shook her head not daring to answer. The image of those wings flexing, and of the pale mask over the older woman’s face was in her mind. Was this some great evil? Was this the evil people talked about?

"Answer me?" requested her Grandmamma in a firm voice.

"Yes."

"What did you see, any Ribbons."

"Yes and...and your wings." Gabrielle finished in a whisper.

"My wings?" Gasped the surprised elder

"Was that wrong?"

"Wrong... no my dear. Oh no, not wrong very right." Her Grandmamma said smiling.

"Then why are you upset?"

"I'm not upset just a little shocked." Was the careful reply.

"What does it mean?" Gabrielle asked the older woman with trepidation.

"It means that you are going to be special, very special."

"Special?"

"Yes, special. I can now guess what you wanted to talk to me about?"

Gabrielle could not stop the blush from creeping across her face but kept silent

"How long ago did it start?"

"About 3 months ago." She quietly replied.

"Do you do something about it?"

"I have to!" she pleaded.

"Why don't you tell me a little about it,” the older woman said softly, the commanding tone gone from her voice. “Don't be embarrassed. As much as you fear it don't worry I've been there I know."

"Well....about 3 months ago I started to notice some changes. Not much but a few. It seems that at night when I'm getting ready to go to sleep I'm lying there and start to feel this tingling in my...my ... you know. At first I ignored it but now it's too intense I can't anymore. I find that almost as soon as I lie down my knickers get wet and I just have to rub myself.” Her eyes had glazed over as she was reliving the feeling.
“I know that I shouldn't but I can't help myself. My hand creeps down and slowly run over my stomach. It gets to the waistband of my knickers and I can feel the wetness spreading fast and faster. As my hand travels further down my chest tightens awaiting a release. Almost as soon as I touch myself I explode!” She suddenly snapped back to present, her face burned in embarrassment at what she had just told her Grandmamma of all people. “It's not right, is it?" She asked quietly.

"For a normal person no, but for you yes, defiantly yes. You are part Veela, a big part. Your body is maturing at the rate of a Veela and so you are coming into sexual activity now. Your human side is trying to suppress it but is failing." Grandmamma responded gently.

"So I'm not human."

"Of course you are human, it's just you are also Veela. This means that even now at your young age you need a companion, you need sex, and you need love." Her Grandmamma stated matter-of-factly.

"I need sex?" The girls tone was at once intrigued, and embarrassed.

"It's hard to understand at the moment but you are almost a fully mature Veela. What you told me today proved that, with that you have great powers but also great needs."

"Great powers and great needs? I don’t understand...” She trailed off.

"You need a companion, someone to help you, love you and to make love to you. You see that is the great power that we have, Love."

"Love?” Gabrielle asked incredulously. This was not anything like what she had heard or read about Veela.
"We can see it, love, we can even manipulate it. Why do you think people will do anything for a Veela?"

"We can manipulate the love that others feel." She repeated back to the older woman, finally they were getting into something she had read about.

"Exactly we can manipulate so that people Love to do anything for us."

"But it's not permanent." Was the matter of fact response.

"My... you have been doing some reading. No it's not permanent that would take an incredible amount of power. We can only affect those near to us."

"But that doesn't really explain what happening to me." She said, feeling the old frustration starting to return.

"You are powerful. Well for a Veela cross you are. You are making use of your powers to affect yourself without letting those powers get what they need. Consequently they are using the only form of release that they know and it is only shown when you truly relax."

"But I'm not using this power." She replied.

"Ah...but you are." Her Grandmamma corrected her, with a twinkle in her eye.

"I am not; I don't even have a wand yet!"

"How old are you."

"Ten, I'll be eleven in September. I will just miss out going to school this year because of my age."

"Exactly!"

"What do you mean?"

"If you look at yourself, do you look ten? No! You look at best nine or even younger to some. Your body knows that as the proverbial "Little Girl" you'll get whatever you want and so unconsciously you are using your Veela power to stop yourself looking any older. But now your Veela side is nearing maturity it need its release."

"So what you are saying that I am keeping myself from growing up?" Gabrielle asked her Grandmamma, unbelieving.

"No, that is just it, you are growing up, fast, very fast but your body is being kept to look like a little girl so you can get what you want."

"Grandmamma I’m sorry but I don't believe you." Gabrielle said with an exasperated sigh.

"OK I'll prove it to you then. Close your eyes once more."

Gabrielle did not want to listen but something inside at her was almost screaming with relief. So reluctantly she closed her eyes.

"Good now relax, really relax. Breathe slowly....Ok now focus remember your safe, your loved...can you see yourself?"

"Yes...I can see an outline."

"Excellent my angel, now try to study yourself closely"
"Ok I can see...I can see that I'm covered in ribbons like the ones that I saw earlier." The girl responded.

"Fine, that's your power affecting your body. You are going to have to be careful but I believe in you. What you need to do is to isolate one of them. Only one mind you, one around your chest will do nicely."

"Ok I've got one."

"Then slowly unwrap it from yourself. Be careful not to break it, once it's fully removed it should disappear."

Gabrielle carefully followed the instructions and saw the ribbon just fade away once she had finished. Opening her eyes she looked into the face of her Grandmamma.

"Done?" she was asked.

"Yes Grandmamma?"

"Do you feel different?"

"No I don't think so." Was her confused response.

"Look down." She was instructed.

Gabrielle looked down at her chest and gasped in surprise. She had really no breasts to mention before today, but now things were different. They were not large but there was defiantly something there now. In fact she could swear that they were growing before her eyes. The nipples at the end were beginning to harden and strain slightly against the dress that she was wearing.

"Wow." She mouthed.

"You now see your Veela heritage coming through. Your body wants to change into an adult but you have not been letting it."

"I want to try more?" she said in an excited voice.

"Hold up there dear. What you did could be dangerous, also people will talk if you suddenly change overnight. I have a few books for you to study. That way you can learn what you can and cannot do. I think that it would be best if you only remove one ribbon a week. That way people will get use to the different you."

"Ok then." Gabrielle agreed glumly.

**
That was how it all had started for her. She had devoted the past year to learning everything that she could about the Veela magic and the power of love. The books that her Grandmamma had given her were complex and difficult but she forced herself to learn. She had to know about this new power that was inside of her. It was not long before she found that she had read all that was given to her, she then started to look elsewhere.

The home library contained many volumes on the subject. This did not surprise her considering her heritage and it was not long before she had devoured the whole library on the subject. She started to look further afield, every time she accompanied her mother into the city she always got to stop at the library. It was by then she realized that she knew more about Veela magic then virtually anybody.

She had surprised herself one evening when talking to her sister about it; she was far more advanced than Fleur at everything to do with this power. The only problem was still the need for a companion, a mate and she knew who that must be.

She had removed all of the ribbons from herself over that past year and was more than pleased with the results. No longer was she looking like the "Little Girl" anymore she could easily pass for someone older, nearer to the age of fourteen. Her father had been surprised at the change but just kept calling it a growth spurt, but her Mother kept looking at her at odd times. Gabrielle was certain that she knew or suspected what the true answer was.

What was the true answer? Gabrielle knew, Fleur knew, but no one else did. Trying as much as she could her appearance was the only thing going to plan. Her body was screaming for someone and that someone was Harry Potter. With the changes she had gone through her sexual urges had diminished but still had not gone away. At least three or four nights in a week she had to play with herself, to give her the release her Veela side needed.

No matter what she did she could not get any closer to her dream. Her body was
perfect; virtually everybody that met her said so. She knew that she did not look too young that people were scared of looking at her in that way. Her looks had that tantalizing appeal of someone just on the edge. She just hoped that Harry would see her in that way. Not as a little girl, but a young woman, ready to be taken in all ways possible. But everything else in the dream was failing.

Her parents had not listened to her request to go on holiday to Britain. They had ignored her plea to be sent to Hogwarts, she was enrolled to start at Beaxubatons in the coming months. Everything that she had tried to do to get closer to Harry had failed. Even her sister was beginning to fight against her and the pair of them had been inseparable for the past year.

Shaking her head clear from these memories she rose from the bed and returned to her desk. Picking up the parchment she tried again to study the words that were written.

**

Almost without warning Gabrielle felt something through her link, this time the distraction began to make sense. Something indeed was happening but it was not her, she slowly lowered her quill fearing that she was going to react to whatever was coming. It started slowly at first like a dripping tap, a conscious connection was appearing. On, off, on, off slowly getting quicker, with each on she started to feel more, and more. Then with a rush it hit her, the force was like nothing she had yet experienced. A powerful force slammed into her, her body twisted in response to these new emotions.

As she fell from the chair she began to feel the emotions running down the link, hate, anger, loss they were immense almost never ending. She could feel the pain, so much pain, what where they doing to him. She knew, just knew, where these emotions were coming from but what was causing him this pain. Slowly, she tried to lessen the pain, to draw it away from him. She may be young but the books that her Grandmamma had given her told her that this was possible; if she could accomplish this small thing she could help him. As the pain rolled around inside of her she could feel the presence of a single tear roll down her cheek.
She would not cry, could not cry, for if her family saw the pain that he could put her through they would defiantly stop her from seeing him.

Gabrielle began to feel the emotions lessen and the pains diminish, hopefully she had helped, she just wished she could have been there. As she began to focus on her surroundings once more she was surprised to see that she was on the floor, curled into a tiny ball. Slowly she started to uncurl, but instantly stopped when she felt the gentle hand stroking her hair.

"It's alright Gabrielle, I understand." Whispered a very familiar voice.

**

Fleur was sitting in one of the reception rooms with her parents. For once she was spending some time back at home. As much as she liked Bill and the rest of the Weasleys she had to come back here once and a while. Her parents seemed happy but a little concerned with her decision to stay in England with all of the bad press lately they feared for her safety.

This evening had been enjoyable, a pleasant meal, good wine, but sitting now it this chair she could feel something was wrong.

Looking round at her parents her father seemed to be oblivious to all and was happily reading with a glass of fine cognac in his hand. However her Mother seemed a little too distracted from the parchment she was reading. Shaking her head she returned to the book in front of her but the feeling would not go away.

A little while later the feeling returned again this time with a little more force. Without warning she could feel a presence, a strong presence one almost calling to her. Her head snapped up and she looked at her parents again. Her father was still reading but her Mother had stopped and looked a little uncomfortable.

"You ok Mamma?" Fleur asked in a quiet voice.

"Ummm ... yes it's just I thought...no...No it's nothing dear."

"Do you feel something?"

"Why yes, how do you know?"

"I feel the same or probably more?"

"What does this mean?" her Mother asked

"I think that it means that there will be a lot of changes for the family and soon." Replied Fleur, now rising to her feet.

"What do you mean!" asked her father in a strong voice having overhead the two ladies.

"Please papa, just trust me." Asked Fleur.

"Why what is the problem?"

"Not now, please stay here, both of you. I must go and talk to Gabrielle."

"Gabrielle, what's she got to do with this?" Asked her father.

"I think everything papa." Fleur quickly replied as she left the room with as much speed as grace would allow.

She dashed up the stairs and flowed along the corridor until she came to her sister's room. Knocking gently on the door she awaited some reply, but none came. Taking a chance she slowly opened the door and peered inside. She was greeted by the sight of her sister curled up on the floor at the foot of her table.

Fleur dashed into the room and knelt down beside her, she could see a single large tear roll down her Sister's cheek, and pain was etched into her face. Her sister seemed to be muttering to herself so she lowered her head to listen.

"What have they done to you? What are they doing to you?" Her Sister was muttering.

Fleur instantly understood. It was as she had feared those two years ago. For some reason they were telling him, they were telling Harry about his power. The power of Love.

Gabrielle's face seemed to soften as Fleur gently stroked it seeing that there was some response she leaned over and whispered.

"It's alright Gabrielle, I understand."

"The power, the pain." Whispered Gabrielle.

"I know I can feel it too."

"I must go to him, he needs me."

"Not now Gabrielle you must rest."

Fleur felt her sister stiffen at this last command but she held on, awaiting the argument to come."

"You're trying to stop me, again!" spat Gabrielle as she tried to squirm away, but her sister still held her firm.

"No Gabrielle, not this time, I can feel it too. There is a pull there for me, not much, but I can feel it. You must be strong for me, for us and for Harry. If you run now it will do nothing but harm."

Gabrielle looked straight at her sister's face trying to see the deception in it but could not find it.

"Gabrielle this has to be done right. You know that better than me. Try to fight the pull if only for a few days, I'm certain that by then we'll know?"

"Know what?"

Fleur smiled down at her younger Sister and for the first time in many months Gabrielle felt the stirring of hope within her.

"Whether a certain wizard remembers what I told him last year."

**