Harry Potter Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

“I have all the money that is enough for a lifetime. You can’t give me what I want, Alpha Ryker.” She lifted her hand and I could hear Khrysaor warning Ryker to back away or to attack. Yet Ryker did neither, he simply studied the witch. Then she touched the tip of her fingers to his temple. “But she can.” Our eyes met and it was so real, almost as if I was truly there. As if I wasn’t staring at her through Ryker’s eyes. And I could tell that who she was locking eyes with was me and not Ryker. “Hello there, Fleur Delvaux. I heard you’re looking for me.”

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

Her long, flowing hair was elegantly styled, with loose curls cascading down her back, and a tiara adorned her head, adding a touch of regal splendor to her ensemble. As Maria entered the studio, her eyes were drawn to a group of familiar faces: Li-lah, Julia, Natalia, and their dance partners. They stood together, their smiles radiant and genuine. In their hands, they held a beautifully decorated cake, its frosting a work of art adorned with delicate sugar flowers.

Adam asks, reaching for her hand beneath the table. She nods, turning her head to meet his stunning blue eyes. “Well then, come on.” Adam stands, his hand still in his. She scoots her chair back with her feet and then lets him pull her to her feet. She pushes her chair forward once more and he does the same, before he tells Mrs. Potter, “Everything was perfect, Fleur. Thank you.” “You are welcome.” Mrs. Potter smiles at the two of them, then everyone says their goodbyes. Chad wants to come with her, but his mother stops him, much to his annoyance.

Dorin nodded at them and proceeded to the middle of the examination room. There were no windows in the room. There were 4 people seated at the long table at the far end; 2 women, a man, and a person in a cloak. There were metal plates in front of them, telling their name and position. The first from the left was a Professor Belladona Dimitrio, head of Magic Flora Studies. She was old with long purple hair and looked at Dorin with interest. Next to her was the another woman, this one looking about in her late teens. Professor Kylyne Rose Raevers was written in front of her, under which says Head of Charms. Beside her was possibly the only male in the group, Professor Randale Morell, head of A

he gestured, earning a nod from the servant. “I was asked to deliver this to you, my lord.” The servant stepped forward and handed over a bunch of daffodils to Draco along with a scroll. Wordlessly, the servant exited. A flower? He gazed at the cluster of mesmerizing yellow beds that oozed its calming scent in the study. This must have come from Edrand, he thought. But Draco wasn’t the type that loved flowers. Andriandita did, and this was her favorite flower. Sighing, Draco dropped the flowers and opened the scroll.

“Say that again,” Draven said, setting down his sword mid-drill. The patrol captain hesitated. “The flower? Carried by a girl. Half-dead. Wrapped it in her own cloak. Clawed up, bleeding—refused to let go.” Draven frowned. “Who?” “She didn’t say her name. But she had burn scars on her left wrist. Like yours.” His breath caught. Sepharine. --- He found Fiona lounging in the study, twirling a quill.

It was a very comfortable space, with tables and chairs in various places. My eyes immediately fell on a group of girls sitting on the sectional. “That’s her!” one of them whispered. I recognized her immediately. It was Fleur, the ex-Luna’s granddaughter. She was sitting with a couple of girls I recognized but didn’t know. And, of course, Lucinda was with them. “What the hell is she wearing?” one of them scoffed. “I can’t believe she’s actually in the packhouse.” “She’s dressed for a fucking ball.” I lifted my chin as they snickered.

she repeated, moving her hand to my head and fixing my hair. I looked up at her. "Why France?" "Why Fleur?" "She was a Harry Potter character." She snorted and then coughed. "Really?" "Really. I'm screwed, aren't I?" "Well.." Groaning, I reached back for the newspaper and opened the classifieds again, this time to look for jobs. I was going to need a new one because I was certain I'd be getting a phone call from Georgia any minute telling me I was fired. I really knew how to mess things up.

My father spoke. I slightly looked up to see Lord Blade and saw amusement flash in his grey irises. “This young lady, here beside me is my only daughter, Flora Harper. She is a well-mannered and obedient lady!” My heart stopped beating completely. “Where are you going with this?” Lord Blade interjected. I was petrified by now.