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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I'm now scared for my life. Why did I have to kill off Fleur?
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Chapter 9 - Who?
St. Mungo's Hospital
Nymphadora Tonks took a sharp intake of breath, as she tried to move her throbbing arms. She opened her eyes slightly, waiting for them to adapt to her bright surroundings.
“Where am I?” She asked herself.
“You’re in St. Mungo's Hospital, one of their private rooms.” Someone answered behind her.
Nym’s head snapped towards the person, “Master Fujiwara-san?” She asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and saw the man nod. “What happened?”
“I believe you passed out from magical exhaustion after your fight with Voldemort’s inner circle, which I believe is no easy task.” The Japanese man said.
Nym nodded absentmindedly, and then something dawned on her. “Master, What happened to Harry and Fleur? Did he beat him? Where are they?”
She noticed the man’s eyes shifted down, and looked at the floor for a while. Nym felt a knot started to form in her stomach. She closed her eyes and focused on the bond, only to open them wide, her face paling, “Oh God, No!” She yelled and quickly got off the bed.
“Listen, Nym-” but was cut off by the slamming of the door. “Kuso!” He yelled angrily in the empty room, then followed Tonks out the room.
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Grant and Sofie were sitting in a small sitting room and where silently sipping their teas. They’ve been sitting in an awkward silence for a while now.
“So…” Sofie started, breaking the silence. “What happens to Team 2 now?”
Grant heaved a big sigh and placed his cup on the coffee table in front of them. “Honestly? I don’t know…” He said, staring off in space. “I don’t think…” He trailed off as he felt a lump form in his throat. “How much longer?” He asked.
“I honestly don’t know.” The French woman whispered.
“Do they know about it?” He asked.
Her brows furrowed, “I don’t believe so.”
Grant turned to Sofie and pulled the woman into a hug. “It’s been almost a week now, even if they are unconscious. That’s longer than anyone that had their bond mate dying, live. Usually, when the bond mate dies, the other mate follows within hours. Maybe…” He said. “Maybe she-”
‘SLAP’
“Stop! Please stop it!” Sofie yelled, her palm numb from putting all her force into slapping the man in front of her. “Stop it…” She whispered. “You were there when it happened. I’m trying to get over this, but I can’t when you start getting ideas like that. She casted the most powerful spell a light mage can… one that defies the rules of magic and death… The ‘Sanctus Vitualamen’. The person that I thought of as a daughter is gone… So please… stop.” She finished, collapsing on the floor crying.
Grant, with his hand absentmindedly rubbing his stinging cheeks, knelt beside the grieving woman. “I… I’m sorry… I guess my hopes were making me delusional… I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that she is gone.”
“A-all thr-three of them-” She sobbed. “All t-three o-of t-them are m-my c-children.” She said through her hands that were covering her face.
“They are to me too.” Grant said pulling the woman towards him and wrapped his arms around her.
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Grimmauld Place
The mood in the house was somber, the air thick with sadness and loss. The twins have lost their usual energy and were quietly eating breakfast. Remus entered the kitchen, looked at the twins, but no morning greetings were exchanged, just a mere nod to acknowledge their presence. Susan already went home, albeit reluctantly, not wanting to leave her new, grieving friend.
The trio sat in silence, eating their eggs and bacon silently. Remus sighed, “She still didn’t come out yet?” He asked, looking down at his food.
“Nope”
“Not since she heard the news.” The twins said.
Remus nodded sadly, “I’ll just go and bring her some food.” He said and got a plate and put some eggs and bacon on, and headed upstairs.
He stopped and knocked on Gabrielle’s door. “Gabby? I’ve brought you some food.”
“Thank you, just leave it at the door.” Came hoarse reply.
Remus sighed and looked at the plate of untouched dinner he left last night. “Gabby, I know-”
“No you don’t!” Gabrielle yelled as she roughly opened her door. “You never had a sibling! She was the only family I had left! And now, now she’s gone!” She yelled as she slammed the door shut, sobs can be heard inside.
Remus sighed, placed the plate on the floor and picked up the food from last night to bring down. As he entered the kitchen, the twins noticed his expression. “We take it, that it didn’t go so well?” Fred asked.
“No… she looked terrible… she lost weight.” He said as he sat down on one of the chairs around the table heavily. “I wonder how Harry and Nym are doing?” he mused out loud.
"How are you holding up?" They asked the werewolf.
"I'm doing better than her." He answered softly. "Sirius wouldn't want us to mourn for him." He whispered. "I'm more worried about Harry."
“I still don’t know why we can’t visit them. I mean don’t you think they need us to be with them right now?” George asked.
“How are we going to visit them? We don’t even know where they are.” Fred retorted.
“I know dear brother, I just…” He trailed off, but the two knew how he was feeling, because they were all feeling it too… Helplessness.
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St. Mungo’s Hospital – private rooms
Nym walked out of the shadows of a dimly lit room wearily after hearing the news from Mistress Sofie and Master Jefferson, she felt dead inside. She looked up, there on the bed, she saw the man she loved with all her heart. She slowly approached the bed and saw something that broke her already hurting heart. Harry was asleep, his brows furrowed and tears were leaking from his closed eyelids, down his cheeks, finally dripping on his pillow. He had some fading scars on his face and a small bruise on the side of his head.
She sat down lightly beside him and brushed away some stray locks from his forehead. She then cupped his face with both hands and wiped the tears away with her thumbs. She placed a tender kiss on his lips and laid down beside him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as silent tears started to fall from her eyes. ‘How? How could this have happened? It seems like it was just yesterday…
Miami, Florida – After the three months of their specialized training.
“Come on Harry!” Tonks yelled as she and Fleur walked ahead of him.
He watched the two women, Tonks wearing a tight plain white shirt that looked a size too small for her and tight jeans, Fleur wearing a form hugging short summer dress that fell just above her knees,showing off her flawless, long legs, their shapely derrieres rolling and swaying, as they walked in muggle Miami. “Hold your horses! We’re not going to be late!” Harry yelled as he half jogged to catch up to the two girls, that was in his team and he was secretly attracted to.
“Hold your horses?” Tonks asked, with an amused expression.
Harry grinned sheepishly. “Err… It’s an American expression… it means slow down.” He said as he scratched the back of his head, making his hair stick out more.
Fleur started to laugh, “Arry, you’re so cute when you do that.”
He started to blush, “I… err… thanks I guess.” ‘Cute? She thinks I’m cute! he told himself.
The two girls laughed even more as they saw his face started to get redder and redder. They linked arms with him, “Come on.” Nym said as she and Fleur pulled him towards one of the best clubs in Miami, Florida ‘Flavour’
“Hold up.” One of the bouncers said, eyeing the three of them.
“Wait, isn’t this a 19+ club?” Harry whispered in Tonks’ ear.
“Yep.” She replied smiling.
“I’m only 16.” He hissed.
“Can we see some I.D. please?” The bouncer asked, holding out his hand.
Harry stiffened, but Fleur squeezed his arm, telling him to relax. Fleur let her veela charm off full blast, dazing the bouncer while drool started to drip from his mouth. “Let’s go.” She whispered in Harry’s ear, making him shiver in delight. When they reached the door Fleur turned around and turned off her charm, “Merci Monsieur.” She said, blew the guy a kiss and followed Harry and Tonks in.
As soon as they walked in, Harry was blown away by the entire scene. The thumping loud music, the smell of alcohol and sweat, and the sensual dancing of couples on the dance floor was nothing he ever experienced. “I take it you’ve never been in a club before?” Tonks asked.
“Err… yeah…” He answered as he kept watching the couples dancing.
Fleur followed his gaze, “Can you dance?” she asked.
Harry blushed, “Like the Yule ball… yeah… but not like that.” He said as he pointed towards the dance floor.
‘He’s so cute when he’s flustered.’ Tonks thought. “Don’t worry, we’ll teach you.” She whispered huskily.
Harry swallowed audibly, trying not to think of Fleur and Nym dancing with him and their bodies pressed very, very closely. “Let’s get something to drink.” He said, his voice higher than usual.
Fleur nodded and pulled the two towards the bar. “Arry, just relax, act normal.” She said as they sat down.
“Fleur, you know my life is never normal.” He answered.
Fleur looked at him annoyed, “Fine, just act like you’re 19.”
“How? I’m bloody 16.” He said.
“You don’t look it.” She answered, dragging her nails over his chest lightly.
Harry started squirm, as he shivered from the feel of her nails dragging over the thin fabric of his dress shirt, over his chest. Tonks watched in amusement and took pity on him, “Let’s order some drinks.”
After a bottle of ‘Absolut’ the girls drag him onto the dance floor, as the songs changed from techno, to some slow Reggae. “Alright, first of all, feel the beat.” Fleur said as she and Nym, started to teach him. Fleur and Nym started to sway a little, “Then, just let your body move with it. Dancing is pretty instinctive… just a little practice and you’ll get the hang of it.” She said as she was now leaning her back against Nym’s chest and was starting to grind on the metamorphagus.
Harry has never seen anything so sexy before. The two most attractive women he has ever known, were dancing, grinding and whining with each other in front of him. Both girls had their eyes closed as they danced with each other, moving in graceful, erotic motions, further tightening Harry’s trousers.
As the song ended, Fleur’s and Nym’s eyes fluttered open. Both had sweat forming on their foreheads and were breathing a little faster. They smiled at each other and turned towards Harry. “Just like that Harry.” Tonks said, smirking as they watched him readjust his pants, then another song started play.
“Come here Arry.” Fleur said and pulled him in between them. “Just lose yourself in the music.” She explained and started to dance with him. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was slightly intoxicated, he would’ve blushed and fled the room, but as the music filled him, alcohol running through his veins, all his inhibitions vanished.
Surprisingly, dancing came to him naturally. His hips moved matching theirs; their body movements complimented each other. Their movements were graceful, seductive, while his were firm and sensual. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, their thighs, stomachs, waist, back, shoulders and neck. Harry getting bolder, cupped Fleur’s ass and heard her moan, and did the same to Tonks. They continued to dance, each of them getting bolder and bolder with their touches.
Fleur, was straddling and grinding her crotch against his thigh, while Tonks had her back pressed against his chest, her head leaning on his shoulder and her ass grinding his erection, teasing him. Harry growled,and in his emboldened state, gathered her pink hair and started to kiss and nip Tonks’ neck. She moaned and tilted her head on the side, giving him better access. Finally, Tonks turned her head and kissed him on the lips. She licked his bottom lip, making him gasp and quickly dove her tongue in his mouth and deepened the kiss.
“Nym.” He moaned.
“Nym?” she asked breathlessly.
“Oh, sorry.” He said.
“Don’t be, I like it.” She whispered and pulled his head down again for a searing kiss. Their tongues battled each other, until Harry felt someone kissing him on the neck. He broke the kiss and looked to his side where Fleur, pressed flushed against his side, was kissing his neck. He tilted her chin up and kissed her passionately, their tongues massaging each others. The three of them were lost in their own world of music, touching and kisses.
When the last song ended the three of them slowly broke apart, flushed, sweating, panting and were very aroused, based on the two protruding evidences on each of the girl’s chest. As they looked around the room, they froze, everyone was watching them.
“That was fucking hot! People, give it up for the sexiest trio in the house!” The D.J. yelled through his mic and the spotlights turned towards them as people wolf-whistled and catcalled.
Fleur and Tonks blushed and quickly turned and buried their faces in Harry’s neck. He in turn wrapped his arms around them protectively. “Arry, can we leave?” Fleur asked muffled in his neck.
“Sure.” He answered and quickly led them through the club.
As they passed by the crowd, they heard people talking…
‘…Man that was hot!’
‘…I wonder who those two girls were? They are the hottest girls I’ve ever seen…’
‘…That guy was sexy…’
‘…He is the luckiest man in the world…’
‘…I would pay to be one of those girls in his arms…’
‘…How does he get dimes like those?’
When they finally reached the door, the bouncer came to him. “That was a damn good show. Here take our card, you can come back here anytime you want, V.I.P” he said and clapped Harry on the back. All he could do was nod towards the man and lead the girls out of the club quickly.
They headed towards the beach, across the street from the club. They sat down on the sand and stared at the ocean, glinting in the moonlight, in awkward silence.
“Err… I’m sorry.” Harry blurted out.
The two girls turned towards him. “Why?” asked Fleur.
“I… I shouldn’t have done that.” He answered quietly.
“Correction, WE shouldn’t have done that, but why not?” Tonks asked.
“B-Because you’re my friends.” He said, and mentally slapped himself, feeling stupid with his answer.
Fleur snorted, “Arry, after what just happened, I think we’ve just past that line.”
“I-I’m sorry.” He answered weakly.
“Will you stop apologizing!” Nym snapped. “Do you regret what happened?”
“Yes, no… I don’t know.” He answered, very, very confused of the situation.
“Answer the question, Yes? Or no?” she demanded.
He closed his eyes, “No.” He whispered.
“Good, cause neither of us do too.” She said.
His eyes opened wide, shocked, “Y-You don’t?” He asked.
“No Arry, we don’t.” Fleur said softly.
“But Why? I’m just some scrawny, awkward 16 year old boy who is very dangerous.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Scrawny boy? Have you looked yourself in the mirror lately? Training has done a lot of good for you and you’re more of a man than anyone I know. Awkward? Maybe, but who wasn’t in that age. Dangerous? Why do you think we train so hard? So we can be with you when you finally fight him. And as to why? Arry, you are the first real friend I’ve ever had. You were able to look past me being a veela, a woman, and saw me as a person an equal. I’ve become a person that I’ve always wanted to be because of you Arry. I don’t know when I fell in love with you… When you saved Gabrielle during the second task… the night you allowed us to come with you… the first time I saw you after three months of training with Master Jefferson… I don’t know when, but that is irrelevant. I love you Arry, and always will.” She said as she squeezed his hand.
“Fleur…” He tried to say something, but couldn’t as a lump was stuck in his throat.
“Harry.” Tonks said and he turned towards her. “Two days after Voldemort was reborn in the graveyard, my parents were murdered by Death Eaters. I had nothing left to live for. Then I was assigned to guard you during the rest of the school year at Hogwarts, which I am very thankful for because it led me to meet the most amazing, thoughtful, caring and selfless man in the world. You were there for me at the lowest point in my life and supported me, the shoulder I leaned on and carried me over past it. You gave me a reason to live again, and for that I can never thank you enough. All my life, I was treated differently, disrespected, because of my abilities. Everyone wanted me to change, to be another person, and I did because I wanted to be accepted. That all changed when I met you. You’ve taught me to be the person I wanted to be, and accepted that. Harry, I too am truly in love with you.” She said and leaned against his shoulder.
Harry now had tears falling from his face. “Never, in my life, have someone said those three words towards me.” He said, as he wiped his face. “I-I don’t know if I know how to love... I was told that I don’t deserve it.”
“Then let us show you how.” Fleur said as she wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tight. “Take us home Arry.”
Nym woke up starckers, and delightfully sore the next day as light invaded the room. She tried to move, but couldn’t and realized she was pinned down by someone. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but platinum blonde hair. As she brushed them off the person stirred and emerged from her bosom. Sleepy blue eyes of Fleur Delacour’s met the purple ones of Nymphadora Tonks’ and stared at each other. After a while, realization dawned on them and both grinned from ear to ear. They both turned to the side and saw the peacefully sleeping form of one Harry Potter, and in silent agreement both girls snuggled up to his sides.
This of course woke him up, feeling a weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw bubblegum pink mixed with platinum blonde hairs sprawled across his chest. When he tried to move, both girls looked up from his chest and smiled softly at him. Never in his life did he ever feel so content, so happy, so… loved. ‘I would love to wake up every morning like this.’ He thought. He cupped their cheeks with his hand, and caressed them softly. Both girls closed their eyes and leaned in his touch. They slowly opened their eyes and he gently pulled them down towards his chest again, where he wrapped his arms around them tightly. Both girls sighed in contentment and adjusted themselves to be more comfortable.
They laid there, silently basking in the feelings that they were literally receiving from each other. After a while, Harry lowered his head and kissed the top of their heads, causing them to look up. He looked down at the pale blue and the purple orbs looking back at him, “I... I know this is kind of stupid... after... you know... But does this mean you two are now my girlfriends?”
The two girls laughed, "Yes, you stupid lump." Nym said.
"Non, he's a stupid, lucky lump." Fleur corrected.
All three of them laughed. "I really am." Harry said as he hugged the girls tighter against him.
"We love you Arry." Fleur whispered, her eyes closing as she snuggled deeper against his chest.
"I love you too." He whispered back.
Nym laid there beside Harry, silently crying. ‘I… I can’t believe she really is… gone… the three of us completed each other.’ She thought, hugging Harry tighter. She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt Harry shift. She lifted her head to look at his face and noticed that his face was scrunched and his eyes shut tightly.
“Wait… Sirius… don’t leave… Fleur…” She heard him mumble.
“Harry, it’s only a dream.” She said as she gently shook him by the shoulders. “Harry.” Tears forming in her eyes.
Harry’s brows furrowed and slowly he opened his eyes. “Nym?”
Nym lunged forward and hugged him tightly. “Oh god Harry.” She said as she sobbed on his chest.
He gently pushed her away and wiped the tears from her beautiful face. He noticed that her hair was mousy brown, red rimmed, deep blue eyes, the form she usually takes when she’s sad. “Nym?" He asked as he rubbed her back soothingly. "Where are we?"
"You passed out after you fought with Voldemort, they brought us here in St. Mungo's." Nym answered, wiping her eyes on his hospital gown.
"How long was I passed out?" he asked, sitting up.
"For almost a week now." She said.
"Almost a week?" He yelled, quickly sitting up. "Where is Fleur?" he demanded.
She broke down again upon hearing her name. She fell forward again, burying her face in Harry’s chest, gripping his shirt tightly. “H-Harry s-she’s g-gone. F-Fleur i-is d-dead.” She choked out.
“No.” He said.
“Yes she is Harry… I-I’m s-sorry, b-but it’s the truth.” She said quietly, crying against his chest.
Harry pushed her away. “Nym, where is Fleur?” he asked again.
“She… She…” She couldn’t answer because she saw something in his eyes.
“Nym! I need to see her! WHERE IS SHE?” He yelled as he shook her shoulders.
Something in his eyes made her heart race, her breath quicken, alighting a fire of hope in her. “J-John Handel and the Unspeakables, took her body in the Department of Mysteries.”
Harry quickly got off the bed, transfigured his hospital clothes into a shirt and trousers and put his cloak on, and Nym quickly followed suit. They got their swords, wands and protective gear on, and got into full Unspeakable mode. As soon as he got pulled his hood up he yelled, “Fawkes!” The phoenix appeared with a burst of fire. “Take us to John Handel’s office.” Fawkes trilled and landed on Harry’s shoulder. As soon as he grabbed Nym’s arm, they disappeared in a flash of fire.
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Department of Mysteries – Head Office
John Handel was in his office, behind a rather large pile of document’s he needs to look over after the events that just transpired. Unspeakable reports on the attack in Diagon Alley, The massive breakout in Azkaban, The battle in Malfoy Manor, and Voldemort and his death eater’s activities are all waiting for him to look them over. He took a sip of his now cold tea, when a flash of fire erupted in his office, making spill the tea all over the reports. “Bloody Hell!” he yelled as he tried to save the rest of the reports from the spreading tea on the table.
All of a sudden the spill disappeared and his papers stacked themselves neatly. He looked up and saw two cloaked and hooded individuals. “Who are you?” he asked.
“John where is Fleur’s body?” Harry asked.
“Harry? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you still be in St. Mungo’s resting?” He asked.
Harry waved his hand in annoyance, “Where is Fleur?” he demanded.
John smiled sadly at him, “Harry… I know it hurts-” but was cut off as he was slammed against the wall of his office.
“John Handel, as leader of team 2, I demand to know the location of one of my team members!” Harry yelled, while Nym had her glowing wand pointed at the man.
John paled as he felt the power radiating from the Shadow mage, “She was brought in the Unspeakables’ autopsy ward.” He said quickly. "Wait! You can't go in there! That's against Unspeakables' protocol! You might contaminate the evidences!"
Harry scowled at the man, his aura flaring to life. “Fawkes.” He snarled, and phoenix trilled and disappeared in a flash of fire with Harry and Nym.
John slid down from the wall, and fell on the floor, as his knees buckled from fear. ‘That’s why they can fight Voldemort and his inner circle by themselves.’ He thought. ‘I’ve got to inform Kingsley and Amelia.’
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St. Mungo’s Hospital
Fujiwara, Grant and Sofie were seating together eating dinner at the hospital’s cafeteria. All three of them were picking at their food, not really having an appetite, when Harry’s private healer appeared in front of them, looking disheveled, eyes wide in panic.
“Healer Mona?” Sofie asked.
“Oh thank god I found you.” She said as she quickly approached them. She lowered her head and cast a privacy bubble around them. “It’s Mister Potter, Miss Marie. He-He is gone.”
“What?” Fujiwara and Grant yelled.
“He-He is not in his room when I went in for his check up.” The frantic healer said.
“You think the Dark Lord got him?” A pale Fujiwara asked.
“No, I’ve warded his room. There are only five people keyed in it, Healer Mona, you, Grant, me and Nymphadora.” She said and she quickly turned towards the healer. “Where is Miss Tonks?”
“She-She t-too disappeared.” The healer said.
“Where-” Grant was about to ask, but was interrupted when a messenger spell hit him. He quickly turned towards the two, “That was from Amelia… She says Harry and Nym are fighting the Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries.”
“What?” Sofie and Fujiwara yelled.
“They are trying to stop them from entering the Unspeakable’s autopsy ward.” Grant continued, and their eyes widened in realization.
“They are trying to get to Fleur.” Sofie whispered.
“Let’s go!” Fujiwara yelled as he grabbed Grant’s and Sofie’s shoulder and disappeared in a black smoke.
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Department of Mysteries
The department of Mysteries looked like a battle zone. The walls were crumbling where spells have hit it, the floors had craters in them and the halls were scattered with bodies.
“Stupefy!” Harry yelled as he stunned another Unspeakable trying to stop him from entering the Autopsy Ward. “Damn it! Why care they fighting us?” He asked Nym as he cast a reflective shield over them.
“It’s because no one is supposed to be allowed in there for fear of contaminating evidences and results!” Nym yelled over all the small explosions and noises around them. “Stupefy!”
“I don’t have time for this!” He yelled. He flicked his wrist and his bone white wand shot from his holster to his palms. He held it lightly and muttered something. The wand quickly lengthened, the angel figure head growing and the blue energy blade came out. He waved it in a sweeping motion, “Stupefy Prolixus!” a small shockwave was created as the wide area stunner erupted from his staff and flew straight towards the unprepared Unspeakables.
As the last unspeakable dropped unconscious, they quickly made their way to the double doors of the room. Harry turned around and summoned everyone’s wands and collected them in a conjured chest. He shoved them all in it and warded it so only he can open it. On the other hand, Nym was breaking the wards protecting the doors of the room. As the last ward was taken down, the duet blasted the door in and rushed in the room and was hit by the sharp smell of antiseptic and sterilizing potions.
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The three people wearing scrub suits and gloves were startled as the doors were blasted off and two individuals, who looked very dangerous, invaded the silent and sterile room.
"Who are you? What do you want?" An elder woman asked annoyed, as she eyed the splinters scattered around the room. "You're not allowed in here!"
"Where is the body of Fleur Delacour? Call name Talons?" Harry asked as he eyed the rows of sheet-covered bodies.
"She is under level 5 Unspeakable restriction. No one can see her body except for me and Mr. Handel." She answered in a cold, stern voice.
Nym, not caring for such non-sense, started to check each covered bodies. "Nox! She isn't in here."
"You! What the bloody hell are you doing? You can't touch those! You're not even wearing gloves! You'll contaminate them!" A younger woman shrieked.
"Where is her body?" Harry yelled, the energy blade on his staff glowing brightly, his emerald eyes ablaze and his aura flaring to life around him.
The elder woman swallowed thickly, "I-I c-can't t-tell y-you. Y-You w-will c-contaminate t-the r-research subject." She stuttered out as crackles can be heard from his aura making contact with magical equipments in the room.
"You're treating my girlfriend's body as a research subject?" Harry asked in a dangerous tone. He vanished, and reappeared right in front of her. "Lady, if you value your life, you will tell me where Miss Delacour's body is. NOW!" He yelled as he pressed the energy blade of his staff against the pale skin of the woman's neck.
The two other people wearing scrub suits, watched in horror as the leader of their team was threatened by this dangerous man.
"Brenda, just tell him where her body is." The younger woman pleaded.
The elder woman, Brenda, swallowed audibly as she felt a warm trickle on her neck. Blood. "I-I c-can't." She said.
"Goodbye." Harry said coldly.
"Mr. Potter! Stand down!" Someone yelled from behind him. He turned his head and saw a fuming John Handel, accompanied by Amelia, Kingsley and his three masters.
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John Handel, followed by Kingsley, Amelia, Sofie, Grant and Fujiwara quickly made their way towards the Autopsy ward. They passed along the body littered hall, and saw the doors of the room blown open. As soon as they entered they saw Nym, her wand drawn pointing towards three people wearing scrub suits. What surprised them was Harry, his scythe looking staff around one of the people's neck and was about to strike.
"Mr. Potter! Stand down!" John Handel yelled.
"Shut up!" Harry retorted.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Sofie asked.
"They won't let us see Fleur." Harry retorted.
Grant looked at him sadly, "Harry, son, I know you're hurting-"
"I NEED TO SEE HER!" Harry yelled, breaking everything made of glass in room. The whole room was now filled with his grayish-blue aura.
Nym's aura mingled with Harry's their aura turned dark blue. "They won't let us see her because they want to do some research on her body." She growled, her violet eyes glowing dangerously.
"Research?" Fujiwara asked in a dangerous tone.
The head of Britain's Unspeakables answered with a matter-of-fact voice, "Not much are known about light mages' physiology."
Sofie's eyes narrowed at the man, while Grant eyed Harry curiously, looking in his eye, searching for something, and looked like he found it because he turned towards the man beside him. "Mr. Handel, let him see his bond mate's body." Grant commanded.
"But-"
"Do you want to die?" Grant asked, drawing his wand.
"Grant?" Sofie asked, but he waved her off.
"Let him see her!" Grant yelled, as he slammed the man against the wall, his wand now glowing against the man's chin.
John's eyes were wide, as for the second time during the day, he thought he was going to die. He nodded his head quickly and shakily drew a piece of parchment from his robe. He took out a quill and awkwardly wrote something on the parchment, since his head was being forced to look up. He shakily past it to Grant.
Grant read the parchment, his brows furrowed, as he read in confusion until his eyes fell on the door that suddenly appeared in the left corner of the room. Realizing that the door was under a Fidelius Charm, he quickly passed the note to Harry and Nym.
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Harry read the note and passed it to Nym who did the same. Harry withdrew his staff, shrunk it to it's wand form and quickly made their way towards the door on the corner. Grant passed the note to Sofie, Fujiwara, Amelia and Kingsley and followed the two in the room. They were surprised to see Harry sitting on an aluminum table, with the nude, limp body of the recently deceased Fleur Delacour on his lap, his arms wrapped around her, hugging her tight against his chest.
"Harry-kun?" Fujiwara asked, but was ignored.
"Harry what are you doing?" Sofie asked, her eyes welling with tears.
They were ignored, "Fleur, baby wake up." Harry whispered, as he kissed the top of her head. "Come on, wake up."
"Tonks? What is he doing?" Grant asked.
"I'm not sure." The metamorphagus answered, watching her two lovers with tears building up in her eyes.
Sofie suddenly gasped, everyone looked at her, and saw her wide-eyed, pointing at Fleur and Harry. They followed her gaze and froze. The dead pale body of the French witch, started to color. Harry lowered his head and kissed Fleur's now rosy lips.
"Wake up Fleur. Baby please wake up." He whispered, as he pressed his forehead against her, his eyes boring through her closed eyelids.
Fleur suddenly gasped, her body arching forward, pressing her body against Harry's and slumped back down. She groaned and her eyelids fluttered open.
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Fleur slowly opened her eyes and was startled at the emerald green orbs looking back straight at them. "A-Arry? What-" She didn't get to finish as she was was pulled towards him in a desperate embrace.
"Oh god Fleur." He sobbed as his face was buried in her neck. "I fucking hate you! You stupid, wonderful woman! Never! Ever! Do that again!" He yelled, muffled against her neck. "That is an order..." he whispered, his tears wetting her slim neck.
"I'm alive?" She asked in disbelief. Her mind tried to process the information, but was interrupted as realization hit her. 'Harry is alive and holding me.' "Mon Dieu Arry!" she yelled and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tighter. She too was crying now. "I-I'm s-sorry. I had to... I couldn't let you die."
"Please Fleur... I... I can't lose you." He sobbed.
She pulled away a little and kissed him hard, then pressed her cheek against his chest, feeling his heart thumping against it. "I can't lose you either." as she hugged the man she loved like a drowning woman.
She heard a sob and raised her head a little, and saw Nym silently crying beside her. "Nym?" She asked, but didn't get an answer as the pink haired, metamorphagus jumped on the aluminum table and hugged Fleur and Harry in a tight embrace.
"Fleur, I... I... I thought we lost you." She said as she sobbed, her face tight with a pained expression. "I love you two so much."
The French witch kissed her sister's lips tenderly, "I love you too." She whispered. The trio, Japan's Unspeakable Team 2, reunited, were crying tears of joy.
Everyone else in the room were also crying, confused, amazed and astounded, but happy. After a while, Sofie asked, "But How?" Everyone in the room turned to look at her, then to the trio on the aluminum table.
Fleur, who has stopped crying, sitting on Harry's lap, her head against his chest, his arms around her, holding her tight against him, answered, "I... I don't know. I was sure I was dead. I performed the Sanctus Vitualamen spell to save Harry's life."
Nym, who was leaning on Harry's shoulder, her arms around the two, answered. "Yes. You were dead for almost a week." she said.
Her eyes widened in shock, "Dead for a week?"
Sofie who was wiping her eyes answered, "Oui, Fleur. You were dead for a week. Until..."
"Until Harry..." Fujiwara trailed off as he looked at the messy haired man holding the recently deceased woman in his arms, and is very much alive. "Harry-kun, are you a necromancer?" he asked.
"No." He answered.
"So How?" Amelia asked.
"How what?" He asked.
"How did you bring her back?" Amelia asked, annoyed. "What did you do?"
He looked down at Fleur, "I didn't do anything."
"So how is it that she is back to life?" Sofie asked, utterly confused. "All my monitoring and assessment spells all said she was d-dead." She choked out as tears started to fall from her eyes again.
Harry didn't answer so Fleur looked up from his chest, to his face, and saw that he was smiling sadly at her. "Arry?"
"Someone else sacrificed their life to save hers." He answered softly, his eyes starting to moisten.
Fleur was shocked. "Who?" she asked, dreading the answer.
Tears fell from his eyes to her cheeks, which he quickly wiped away with his thumbs. "It was Sirius." he whispered, caressing her cheek.
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A/N: It will all be explained next chapter. I kinda rushed to finish this chapter because people are starting to get restless with Fleur dying and all.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I'm now scared for my life. Why did I have to kill off Fleur?
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Chapter 9 - Who?
St. Mungo's Hospital
Nymphadora Tonks took a sharp intake of breath, as she tried to move her throbbing arms. She opened her eyes slightly, waiting for them to adapt to her bright surroundings.
“Where am I?” She asked herself.
“You’re in St. Mungo's Hospital, one of their private rooms.” Someone answered behind her.
Nym’s head snapped towards the person, “Master Fujiwara-san?” She asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and saw the man nod. “What happened?”
“I believe you passed out from magical exhaustion after your fight with Voldemort’s inner circle, which I believe is no easy task.” The Japanese man said.
Nym nodded absentmindedly, and then something dawned on her. “Master, What happened to Harry and Fleur? Did he beat him? Where are they?”
She noticed the man’s eyes shifted down, and looked at the floor for a while. Nym felt a knot started to form in her stomach. She closed her eyes and focused on the bond, only to open them wide, her face paling, “Oh God, No!” She yelled and quickly got off the bed.
“Listen, Nym-” but was cut off by the slamming of the door. “Kuso!” He yelled angrily in the empty room, then followed Tonks out the room.
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Grant and Sofie were sitting in a small sitting room and where silently sipping their teas. They’ve been sitting in an awkward silence for a while now.
“So…” Sofie started, breaking the silence. “What happens to Team 2 now?”
Grant heaved a big sigh and placed his cup on the coffee table in front of them. “Honestly? I don’t know…” He said, staring off in space. “I don’t think…” He trailed off as he felt a lump form in his throat. “How much longer?” He asked.
“I honestly don’t know.” The French woman whispered.
“Do they know about it?” He asked.
Her brows furrowed, “I don’t believe so.”
Grant turned to Sofie and pulled the woman into a hug. “It’s been almost a week now, even if they are unconscious. That’s longer than anyone that had their bond mate dying, live. Usually, when the bond mate dies, the other mate follows within hours. Maybe…” He said. “Maybe she-”
‘SLAP’
“Stop! Please stop it!” Sofie yelled, her palm numb from putting all her force into slapping the man in front of her. “Stop it…” She whispered. “You were there when it happened. I’m trying to get over this, but I can’t when you start getting ideas like that. She casted the most powerful spell a light mage can… one that defies the rules of magic and death… The ‘Sanctus Vitualamen’. The person that I thought of as a daughter is gone… So please… stop.” She finished, collapsing on the floor crying.
Grant, with his hand absentmindedly rubbing his stinging cheeks, knelt beside the grieving woman. “I… I’m sorry… I guess my hopes were making me delusional… I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that she is gone.”
“A-all thr-three of them-” She sobbed. “All t-three o-of t-them are m-my c-children.” She said through her hands that were covering her face.
“They are to me too.” Grant said pulling the woman towards him and wrapped his arms around her.
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Grimmauld Place
The mood in the house was somber, the air thick with sadness and loss. The twins have lost their usual energy and were quietly eating breakfast. Remus entered the kitchen, looked at the twins, but no morning greetings were exchanged, just a mere nod to acknowledge their presence. Susan already went home, albeit reluctantly, not wanting to leave her new, grieving friend.
The trio sat in silence, eating their eggs and bacon silently. Remus sighed, “She still didn’t come out yet?” He asked, looking down at his food.
“Nope”
“Not since she heard the news.” The twins said.
Remus nodded sadly, “I’ll just go and bring her some food.” He said and got a plate and put some eggs and bacon on, and headed upstairs.
He stopped and knocked on Gabrielle’s door. “Gabby? I’ve brought you some food.”
“Thank you, just leave it at the door.” Came hoarse reply.
Remus sighed and looked at the plate of untouched dinner he left last night. “Gabby, I know-”
“No you don’t!” Gabrielle yelled as she roughly opened her door. “You never had a sibling! She was the only family I had left! And now, now she’s gone!” She yelled as she slammed the door shut, sobs can be heard inside.
Remus sighed, placed the plate on the floor and picked up the food from last night to bring down. As he entered the kitchen, the twins noticed his expression. “We take it, that it didn’t go so well?” Fred asked.
“No… she looked terrible… she lost weight.” He said as he sat down on one of the chairs around the table heavily. “I wonder how Harry and Nym are doing?” he mused out loud.
"How are you holding up?" They asked the werewolf.
"I'm doing better than her." He answered softly. "Sirius wouldn't want us to mourn for him." He whispered. "I'm more worried about Harry."
“I still don’t know why we can’t visit them. I mean don’t you think they need us to be with them right now?” George asked.
“How are we going to visit them? We don’t even know where they are.” Fred retorted.
“I know dear brother, I just…” He trailed off, but the two knew how he was feeling, because they were all feeling it too… Helplessness.
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St. Mungo’s Hospital – private rooms
Nym walked out of the shadows of a dimly lit room wearily after hearing the news from Mistress Sofie and Master Jefferson, she felt dead inside. She looked up, there on the bed, she saw the man she loved with all her heart. She slowly approached the bed and saw something that broke her already hurting heart. Harry was asleep, his brows furrowed and tears were leaking from his closed eyelids, down his cheeks, finally dripping on his pillow. He had some fading scars on his face and a small bruise on the side of his head.
She sat down lightly beside him and brushed away some stray locks from his forehead. She then cupped his face with both hands and wiped the tears away with her thumbs. She placed a tender kiss on his lips and laid down beside him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as silent tears started to fall from her eyes. ‘How? How could this have happened? It seems like it was just yesterday…
Miami, Florida – After the three months of their specialized training.
“Come on Harry!” Tonks yelled as she and Fleur walked ahead of him.
He watched the two women, Tonks wearing a tight plain white shirt that looked a size too small for her and tight jeans, Fleur wearing a form hugging short summer dress that fell just above her knees,showing off her flawless, long legs, their shapely derrieres rolling and swaying, as they walked in muggle Miami. “Hold your horses! We’re not going to be late!” Harry yelled as he half jogged to catch up to the two girls, that was in his team and he was secretly attracted to.
“Hold your horses?” Tonks asked, with an amused expression.
Harry grinned sheepishly. “Err… It’s an American expression… it means slow down.” He said as he scratched the back of his head, making his hair stick out more.
Fleur started to laugh, “Arry, you’re so cute when you do that.”
He started to blush, “I… err… thanks I guess.” ‘Cute? She thinks I’m cute! he told himself.
The two girls laughed even more as they saw his face started to get redder and redder. They linked arms with him, “Come on.” Nym said as she and Fleur pulled him towards one of the best clubs in Miami, Florida ‘Flavour’
“Hold up.” One of the bouncers said, eyeing the three of them.
“Wait, isn’t this a 19+ club?” Harry whispered in Tonks’ ear.
“Yep.” She replied smiling.
“I’m only 16.” He hissed.
“Can we see some I.D. please?” The bouncer asked, holding out his hand.
Harry stiffened, but Fleur squeezed his arm, telling him to relax. Fleur let her veela charm off full blast, dazing the bouncer while drool started to drip from his mouth. “Let’s go.” She whispered in Harry’s ear, making him shiver in delight. When they reached the door Fleur turned around and turned off her charm, “Merci Monsieur.” She said, blew the guy a kiss and followed Harry and Tonks in.
As soon as they walked in, Harry was blown away by the entire scene. The thumping loud music, the smell of alcohol and sweat, and the sensual dancing of couples on the dance floor was nothing he ever experienced. “I take it you’ve never been in a club before?” Tonks asked.
“Err… yeah…” He answered as he kept watching the couples dancing.
Fleur followed his gaze, “Can you dance?” she asked.
Harry blushed, “Like the Yule ball… yeah… but not like that.” He said as he pointed towards the dance floor.
‘He’s so cute when he’s flustered.’ Tonks thought. “Don’t worry, we’ll teach you.” She whispered huskily.
Harry swallowed audibly, trying not to think of Fleur and Nym dancing with him and their bodies pressed very, very closely. “Let’s get something to drink.” He said, his voice higher than usual.
Fleur nodded and pulled the two towards the bar. “Arry, just relax, act normal.” She said as they sat down.
“Fleur, you know my life is never normal.” He answered.
Fleur looked at him annoyed, “Fine, just act like you’re 19.”
“How? I’m bloody 16.” He said.
“You don’t look it.” She answered, dragging her nails over his chest lightly.
Harry started squirm, as he shivered from the feel of her nails dragging over the thin fabric of his dress shirt, over his chest. Tonks watched in amusement and took pity on him, “Let’s order some drinks.”
After a bottle of ‘Absolut’ the girls drag him onto the dance floor, as the songs changed from techno, to some slow Reggae. “Alright, first of all, feel the beat.” Fleur said as she and Nym, started to teach him. Fleur and Nym started to sway a little, “Then, just let your body move with it. Dancing is pretty instinctive… just a little practice and you’ll get the hang of it.” She said as she was now leaning her back against Nym’s chest and was starting to grind on the metamorphagus.
Harry has never seen anything so sexy before. The two most attractive women he has ever known, were dancing, grinding and whining with each other in front of him. Both girls had their eyes closed as they danced with each other, moving in graceful, erotic motions, further tightening Harry’s trousers.
As the song ended, Fleur’s and Nym’s eyes fluttered open. Both had sweat forming on their foreheads and were breathing a little faster. They smiled at each other and turned towards Harry. “Just like that Harry.” Tonks said, smirking as they watched him readjust his pants, then another song started play.
“Come here Arry.” Fleur said and pulled him in between them. “Just lose yourself in the music.” She explained and started to dance with him. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was slightly intoxicated, he would’ve blushed and fled the room, but as the music filled him, alcohol running through his veins, all his inhibitions vanished.
Surprisingly, dancing came to him naturally. His hips moved matching theirs; their body movements complimented each other. Their movements were graceful, seductive, while his were firm and sensual. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, their thighs, stomachs, waist, back, shoulders and neck. Harry getting bolder, cupped Fleur’s ass and heard her moan, and did the same to Tonks. They continued to dance, each of them getting bolder and bolder with their touches.
Fleur, was straddling and grinding her crotch against his thigh, while Tonks had her back pressed against his chest, her head leaning on his shoulder and her ass grinding his erection, teasing him. Harry growled,and in his emboldened state, gathered her pink hair and started to kiss and nip Tonks’ neck. She moaned and tilted her head on the side, giving him better access. Finally, Tonks turned her head and kissed him on the lips. She licked his bottom lip, making him gasp and quickly dove her tongue in his mouth and deepened the kiss.
“Nym.” He moaned.
“Nym?” she asked breathlessly.
“Oh, sorry.” He said.
“Don’t be, I like it.” She whispered and pulled his head down again for a searing kiss. Their tongues battled each other, until Harry felt someone kissing him on the neck. He broke the kiss and looked to his side where Fleur, pressed flushed against his side, was kissing his neck. He tilted her chin up and kissed her passionately, their tongues massaging each others. The three of them were lost in their own world of music, touching and kisses.
When the last song ended the three of them slowly broke apart, flushed, sweating, panting and were very aroused, based on the two protruding evidences on each of the girl’s chest. As they looked around the room, they froze, everyone was watching them.
“That was fucking hot! People, give it up for the sexiest trio in the house!” The D.J. yelled through his mic and the spotlights turned towards them as people wolf-whistled and catcalled.
Fleur and Tonks blushed and quickly turned and buried their faces in Harry’s neck. He in turn wrapped his arms around them protectively. “Arry, can we leave?” Fleur asked muffled in his neck.
“Sure.” He answered and quickly led them through the club.
As they passed by the crowd, they heard people talking…
‘…Man that was hot!’
‘…I wonder who those two girls were? They are the hottest girls I’ve ever seen…’
‘…That guy was sexy…’
‘…He is the luckiest man in the world…’
‘…I would pay to be one of those girls in his arms…’
‘…How does he get dimes like those?’
When they finally reached the door, the bouncer came to him. “That was a damn good show. Here take our card, you can come back here anytime you want, V.I.P” he said and clapped Harry on the back. All he could do was nod towards the man and lead the girls out of the club quickly.
They headed towards the beach, across the street from the club. They sat down on the sand and stared at the ocean, glinting in the moonlight, in awkward silence.
“Err… I’m sorry.” Harry blurted out.
The two girls turned towards him. “Why?” asked Fleur.
“I… I shouldn’t have done that.” He answered quietly.
“Correction, WE shouldn’t have done that, but why not?” Tonks asked.
“B-Because you’re my friends.” He said, and mentally slapped himself, feeling stupid with his answer.
Fleur snorted, “Arry, after what just happened, I think we’ve just past that line.”
“I-I’m sorry.” He answered weakly.
“Will you stop apologizing!” Nym snapped. “Do you regret what happened?”
“Yes, no… I don’t know.” He answered, very, very confused of the situation.
“Answer the question, Yes? Or no?” she demanded.
He closed his eyes, “No.” He whispered.
“Good, cause neither of us do too.” She said.
His eyes opened wide, shocked, “Y-You don’t?” He asked.
“No Arry, we don’t.” Fleur said softly.
“But Why? I’m just some scrawny, awkward 16 year old boy who is very dangerous.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Scrawny boy? Have you looked yourself in the mirror lately? Training has done a lot of good for you and you’re more of a man than anyone I know. Awkward? Maybe, but who wasn’t in that age. Dangerous? Why do you think we train so hard? So we can be with you when you finally fight him. And as to why? Arry, you are the first real friend I’ve ever had. You were able to look past me being a veela, a woman, and saw me as a person an equal. I’ve become a person that I’ve always wanted to be because of you Arry. I don’t know when I fell in love with you… When you saved Gabrielle during the second task… the night you allowed us to come with you… the first time I saw you after three months of training with Master Jefferson… I don’t know when, but that is irrelevant. I love you Arry, and always will.” She said as she squeezed his hand.
“Fleur…” He tried to say something, but couldn’t as a lump was stuck in his throat.
“Harry.” Tonks said and he turned towards her. “Two days after Voldemort was reborn in the graveyard, my parents were murdered by Death Eaters. I had nothing left to live for. Then I was assigned to guard you during the rest of the school year at Hogwarts, which I am very thankful for because it led me to meet the most amazing, thoughtful, caring and selfless man in the world. You were there for me at the lowest point in my life and supported me, the shoulder I leaned on and carried me over past it. You gave me a reason to live again, and for that I can never thank you enough. All my life, I was treated differently, disrespected, because of my abilities. Everyone wanted me to change, to be another person, and I did because I wanted to be accepted. That all changed when I met you. You’ve taught me to be the person I wanted to be, and accepted that. Harry, I too am truly in love with you.” She said and leaned against his shoulder.
Harry now had tears falling from his face. “Never, in my life, have someone said those three words towards me.” He said, as he wiped his face. “I-I don’t know if I know how to love... I was told that I don’t deserve it.”
“Then let us show you how.” Fleur said as she wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tight. “Take us home Arry.”
Nym woke up starckers, and delightfully sore the next day as light invaded the room. She tried to move, but couldn’t and realized she was pinned down by someone. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but platinum blonde hair. As she brushed them off the person stirred and emerged from her bosom. Sleepy blue eyes of Fleur Delacour’s met the purple ones of Nymphadora Tonks’ and stared at each other. After a while, realization dawned on them and both grinned from ear to ear. They both turned to the side and saw the peacefully sleeping form of one Harry Potter, and in silent agreement both girls snuggled up to his sides.
This of course woke him up, feeling a weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw bubblegum pink mixed with platinum blonde hairs sprawled across his chest. When he tried to move, both girls looked up from his chest and smiled softly at him. Never in his life did he ever feel so content, so happy, so… loved. ‘I would love to wake up every morning like this.’ He thought. He cupped their cheeks with his hand, and caressed them softly. Both girls closed their eyes and leaned in his touch. They slowly opened their eyes and he gently pulled them down towards his chest again, where he wrapped his arms around them tightly. Both girls sighed in contentment and adjusted themselves to be more comfortable.
They laid there, silently basking in the feelings that they were literally receiving from each other. After a while, Harry lowered his head and kissed the top of their heads, causing them to look up. He looked down at the pale blue and the purple orbs looking back at him, “I... I know this is kind of stupid... after... you know... But does this mean you two are now my girlfriends?”
The two girls laughed, "Yes, you stupid lump." Nym said.
"Non, he's a stupid, lucky lump." Fleur corrected.
All three of them laughed. "I really am." Harry said as he hugged the girls tighter against him.
"We love you Arry." Fleur whispered, her eyes closing as she snuggled deeper against his chest.
"I love you too." He whispered back.
Nym laid there beside Harry, silently crying. ‘I… I can’t believe she really is… gone… the three of us completed each other.’ She thought, hugging Harry tighter. She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt Harry shift. She lifted her head to look at his face and noticed that his face was scrunched and his eyes shut tightly.
“Wait… Sirius… don’t leave… Fleur…” She heard him mumble.
“Harry, it’s only a dream.” She said as she gently shook him by the shoulders. “Harry.” Tears forming in her eyes.
Harry’s brows furrowed and slowly he opened his eyes. “Nym?”
Nym lunged forward and hugged him tightly. “Oh god Harry.” She said as she sobbed on his chest.
He gently pushed her away and wiped the tears from her beautiful face. He noticed that her hair was mousy brown, red rimmed, deep blue eyes, the form she usually takes when she’s sad. “Nym?" He asked as he rubbed her back soothingly. "Where are we?"
"You passed out after you fought with Voldemort, they brought us here in St. Mungo's." Nym answered, wiping her eyes on his hospital gown.
"How long was I passed out?" he asked, sitting up.
"For almost a week now." She said.
"Almost a week?" He yelled, quickly sitting up. "Where is Fleur?" he demanded.
She broke down again upon hearing her name. She fell forward again, burying her face in Harry’s chest, gripping his shirt tightly. “H-Harry s-she’s g-gone. F-Fleur i-is d-dead.” She choked out.
“No.” He said.
“Yes she is Harry… I-I’m s-sorry, b-but it’s the truth.” She said quietly, crying against his chest.
Harry pushed her away. “Nym, where is Fleur?” he asked again.
“She… She…” She couldn’t answer because she saw something in his eyes.
“Nym! I need to see her! WHERE IS SHE?” He yelled as he shook her shoulders.
Something in his eyes made her heart race, her breath quicken, alighting a fire of hope in her. “J-John Handel and the Unspeakables, took her body in the Department of Mysteries.”
Harry quickly got off the bed, transfigured his hospital clothes into a shirt and trousers and put his cloak on, and Nym quickly followed suit. They got their swords, wands and protective gear on, and got into full Unspeakable mode. As soon as he got pulled his hood up he yelled, “Fawkes!” The phoenix appeared with a burst of fire. “Take us to John Handel’s office.” Fawkes trilled and landed on Harry’s shoulder. As soon as he grabbed Nym’s arm, they disappeared in a flash of fire.
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Department of Mysteries – Head Office
John Handel was in his office, behind a rather large pile of document’s he needs to look over after the events that just transpired. Unspeakable reports on the attack in Diagon Alley, The massive breakout in Azkaban, The battle in Malfoy Manor, and Voldemort and his death eater’s activities are all waiting for him to look them over. He took a sip of his now cold tea, when a flash of fire erupted in his office, making spill the tea all over the reports. “Bloody Hell!” he yelled as he tried to save the rest of the reports from the spreading tea on the table.
All of a sudden the spill disappeared and his papers stacked themselves neatly. He looked up and saw two cloaked and hooded individuals. “Who are you?” he asked.
“John where is Fleur’s body?” Harry asked.
“Harry? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you still be in St. Mungo’s resting?” He asked.
Harry waved his hand in annoyance, “Where is Fleur?” he demanded.
John smiled sadly at him, “Harry… I know it hurts-” but was cut off as he was slammed against the wall of his office.
“John Handel, as leader of team 2, I demand to know the location of one of my team members!” Harry yelled, while Nym had her glowing wand pointed at the man.
John paled as he felt the power radiating from the Shadow mage, “She was brought in the Unspeakables’ autopsy ward.” He said quickly. "Wait! You can't go in there! That's against Unspeakables' protocol! You might contaminate the evidences!"
Harry scowled at the man, his aura flaring to life. “Fawkes.” He snarled, and phoenix trilled and disappeared in a flash of fire with Harry and Nym.
John slid down from the wall, and fell on the floor, as his knees buckled from fear. ‘That’s why they can fight Voldemort and his inner circle by themselves.’ He thought. ‘I’ve got to inform Kingsley and Amelia.’
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St. Mungo’s Hospital
Fujiwara, Grant and Sofie were seating together eating dinner at the hospital’s cafeteria. All three of them were picking at their food, not really having an appetite, when Harry’s private healer appeared in front of them, looking disheveled, eyes wide in panic.
“Healer Mona?” Sofie asked.
“Oh thank god I found you.” She said as she quickly approached them. She lowered her head and cast a privacy bubble around them. “It’s Mister Potter, Miss Marie. He-He is gone.”
“What?” Fujiwara and Grant yelled.
“He-He is not in his room when I went in for his check up.” The frantic healer said.
“You think the Dark Lord got him?” A pale Fujiwara asked.
“No, I’ve warded his room. There are only five people keyed in it, Healer Mona, you, Grant, me and Nymphadora.” She said and she quickly turned towards the healer. “Where is Miss Tonks?”
“She-She t-too disappeared.” The healer said.
“Where-” Grant was about to ask, but was interrupted when a messenger spell hit him. He quickly turned towards the two, “That was from Amelia… She says Harry and Nym are fighting the Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries.”
“What?” Sofie and Fujiwara yelled.
“They are trying to stop them from entering the Unspeakable’s autopsy ward.” Grant continued, and their eyes widened in realization.
“They are trying to get to Fleur.” Sofie whispered.
“Let’s go!” Fujiwara yelled as he grabbed Grant’s and Sofie’s shoulder and disappeared in a black smoke.
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Department of Mysteries
The department of Mysteries looked like a battle zone. The walls were crumbling where spells have hit it, the floors had craters in them and the halls were scattered with bodies.
“Stupefy!” Harry yelled as he stunned another Unspeakable trying to stop him from entering the Autopsy Ward. “Damn it! Why care they fighting us?” He asked Nym as he cast a reflective shield over them.
“It’s because no one is supposed to be allowed in there for fear of contaminating evidences and results!” Nym yelled over all the small explosions and noises around them. “Stupefy!”
“I don’t have time for this!” He yelled. He flicked his wrist and his bone white wand shot from his holster to his palms. He held it lightly and muttered something. The wand quickly lengthened, the angel figure head growing and the blue energy blade came out. He waved it in a sweeping motion, “Stupefy Prolixus!” a small shockwave was created as the wide area stunner erupted from his staff and flew straight towards the unprepared Unspeakables.
As the last unspeakable dropped unconscious, they quickly made their way to the double doors of the room. Harry turned around and summoned everyone’s wands and collected them in a conjured chest. He shoved them all in it and warded it so only he can open it. On the other hand, Nym was breaking the wards protecting the doors of the room. As the last ward was taken down, the duet blasted the door in and rushed in the room and was hit by the sharp smell of antiseptic and sterilizing potions.
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The three people wearing scrub suits and gloves were startled as the doors were blasted off and two individuals, who looked very dangerous, invaded the silent and sterile room.
"Who are you? What do you want?" An elder woman asked annoyed, as she eyed the splinters scattered around the room. "You're not allowed in here!"
"Where is the body of Fleur Delacour? Call name Talons?" Harry asked as he eyed the rows of sheet-covered bodies.
"She is under level 5 Unspeakable restriction. No one can see her body except for me and Mr. Handel." She answered in a cold, stern voice.
Nym, not caring for such non-sense, started to check each covered bodies. "Nox! She isn't in here."
"You! What the bloody hell are you doing? You can't touch those! You're not even wearing gloves! You'll contaminate them!" A younger woman shrieked.
"Where is her body?" Harry yelled, the energy blade on his staff glowing brightly, his emerald eyes ablaze and his aura flaring to life around him.
The elder woman swallowed thickly, "I-I c-can't t-tell y-you. Y-You w-will c-contaminate t-the r-research subject." She stuttered out as crackles can be heard from his aura making contact with magical equipments in the room.
"You're treating my girlfriend's body as a research subject?" Harry asked in a dangerous tone. He vanished, and reappeared right in front of her. "Lady, if you value your life, you will tell me where Miss Delacour's body is. NOW!" He yelled as he pressed the energy blade of his staff against the pale skin of the woman's neck.
The two other people wearing scrub suits, watched in horror as the leader of their team was threatened by this dangerous man.
"Brenda, just tell him where her body is." The younger woman pleaded.
The elder woman, Brenda, swallowed audibly as she felt a warm trickle on her neck. Blood. "I-I c-can't." She said.
"Goodbye." Harry said coldly.
"Mr. Potter! Stand down!" Someone yelled from behind him. He turned his head and saw a fuming John Handel, accompanied by Amelia, Kingsley and his three masters.
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John Handel, followed by Kingsley, Amelia, Sofie, Grant and Fujiwara quickly made their way towards the Autopsy ward. They passed along the body littered hall, and saw the doors of the room blown open. As soon as they entered they saw Nym, her wand drawn pointing towards three people wearing scrub suits. What surprised them was Harry, his scythe looking staff around one of the people's neck and was about to strike.
"Mr. Potter! Stand down!" John Handel yelled.
"Shut up!" Harry retorted.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Sofie asked.
"They won't let us see Fleur." Harry retorted.
Grant looked at him sadly, "Harry, son, I know you're hurting-"
"I NEED TO SEE HER!" Harry yelled, breaking everything made of glass in room. The whole room was now filled with his grayish-blue aura.
Nym's aura mingled with Harry's their aura turned dark blue. "They won't let us see her because they want to do some research on her body." She growled, her violet eyes glowing dangerously.
"Research?" Fujiwara asked in a dangerous tone.
The head of Britain's Unspeakables answered with a matter-of-fact voice, "Not much are known about light mages' physiology."
Sofie's eyes narrowed at the man, while Grant eyed Harry curiously, looking in his eye, searching for something, and looked like he found it because he turned towards the man beside him. "Mr. Handel, let him see his bond mate's body." Grant commanded.
"But-"
"Do you want to die?" Grant asked, drawing his wand.
"Grant?" Sofie asked, but he waved her off.
"Let him see her!" Grant yelled, as he slammed the man against the wall, his wand now glowing against the man's chin.
John's eyes were wide, as for the second time during the day, he thought he was going to die. He nodded his head quickly and shakily drew a piece of parchment from his robe. He took out a quill and awkwardly wrote something on the parchment, since his head was being forced to look up. He shakily past it to Grant.
Grant read the parchment, his brows furrowed, as he read in confusion until his eyes fell on the door that suddenly appeared in the left corner of the room. Realizing that the door was under a Fidelius Charm, he quickly passed the note to Harry and Nym.
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Harry read the note and passed it to Nym who did the same. Harry withdrew his staff, shrunk it to it's wand form and quickly made their way towards the door on the corner. Grant passed the note to Sofie, Fujiwara, Amelia and Kingsley and followed the two in the room. They were surprised to see Harry sitting on an aluminum table, with the nude, limp body of the recently deceased Fleur Delacour on his lap, his arms wrapped around her, hugging her tight against his chest.
"Harry-kun?" Fujiwara asked, but was ignored.
"Harry what are you doing?" Sofie asked, her eyes welling with tears.
They were ignored, "Fleur, baby wake up." Harry whispered, as he kissed the top of her head. "Come on, wake up."
"Tonks? What is he doing?" Grant asked.
"I'm not sure." The metamorphagus answered, watching her two lovers with tears building up in her eyes.
Sofie suddenly gasped, everyone looked at her, and saw her wide-eyed, pointing at Fleur and Harry. They followed her gaze and froze. The dead pale body of the French witch, started to color. Harry lowered his head and kissed Fleur's now rosy lips.
"Wake up Fleur. Baby please wake up." He whispered, as he pressed his forehead against her, his eyes boring through her closed eyelids.
Fleur suddenly gasped, her body arching forward, pressing her body against Harry's and slumped back down. She groaned and her eyelids fluttered open.
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Fleur slowly opened her eyes and was startled at the emerald green orbs looking back straight at them. "A-Arry? What-" She didn't get to finish as she was was pulled towards him in a desperate embrace.
"Oh god Fleur." He sobbed as his face was buried in her neck. "I fucking hate you! You stupid, wonderful woman! Never! Ever! Do that again!" He yelled, muffled against her neck. "That is an order..." he whispered, his tears wetting her slim neck.
"I'm alive?" She asked in disbelief. Her mind tried to process the information, but was interrupted as realization hit her. 'Harry is alive and holding me.' "Mon Dieu Arry!" she yelled and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tighter. She too was crying now. "I-I'm s-sorry. I had to... I couldn't let you die."
"Please Fleur... I... I can't lose you." He sobbed.
She pulled away a little and kissed him hard, then pressed her cheek against his chest, feeling his heart thumping against it. "I can't lose you either." as she hugged the man she loved like a drowning woman.
She heard a sob and raised her head a little, and saw Nym silently crying beside her. "Nym?" She asked, but didn't get an answer as the pink haired, metamorphagus jumped on the aluminum table and hugged Fleur and Harry in a tight embrace.
"Fleur, I... I... I thought we lost you." She said as she sobbed, her face tight with a pained expression. "I love you two so much."
The French witch kissed her sister's lips tenderly, "I love you too." She whispered. The trio, Japan's Unspeakable Team 2, reunited, were crying tears of joy.
Everyone else in the room were also crying, confused, amazed and astounded, but happy. After a while, Sofie asked, "But How?" Everyone in the room turned to look at her, then to the trio on the aluminum table.
Fleur, who has stopped crying, sitting on Harry's lap, her head against his chest, his arms around her, holding her tight against him, answered, "I... I don't know. I was sure I was dead. I performed the Sanctus Vitualamen spell to save Harry's life."
Nym, who was leaning on Harry's shoulder, her arms around the two, answered. "Yes. You were dead for almost a week." she said.
Her eyes widened in shock, "Dead for a week?"
Sofie who was wiping her eyes answered, "Oui, Fleur. You were dead for a week. Until..."
"Until Harry..." Fujiwara trailed off as he looked at the messy haired man holding the recently deceased woman in his arms, and is very much alive. "Harry-kun, are you a necromancer?" he asked.
"No." He answered.
"So How?" Amelia asked.
"How what?" He asked.
"How did you bring her back?" Amelia asked, annoyed. "What did you do?"
He looked down at Fleur, "I didn't do anything."
"So how is it that she is back to life?" Sofie asked, utterly confused. "All my monitoring and assessment spells all said she was d-dead." She choked out as tears started to fall from her eyes again.
Harry didn't answer so Fleur looked up from his chest, to his face, and saw that he was smiling sadly at her. "Arry?"
"Someone else sacrificed their life to save hers." He answered softly, his eyes starting to moisten.
Fleur was shocked. "Who?" she asked, dreading the answer.
Tears fell from his eyes to her cheeks, which he quickly wiped away with his thumbs. "It was Sirius." he whispered, caressing her cheek.
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A/N: It will all be explained next chapter. I kinda rushed to finish this chapter because people are starting to get restless with Fleur dying and all.
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