"Shush, it's fine." Fleur whispered.
The second Harry had returned home Fleur had saw the state of him, she was thankful that James had been in in another room and did not see what his father looked like. She had taken Harry to the bathrom, removed his clothes and shoved him into a shower. She didn't leave, she stayed and removed her clothes, she didn't immediately jump into sex with him like one would expect.
No, instead she got some soap and began washing the blood off of him. While he had got rid of most of it, there was some left that he had clearly missed. She knew there were quickler and easier ways, especially with magic, but she also knew that her beloved Harry was also troubled. He might not have needed her care, but that did not mean that she was not going to provide it on the off chance that he did. Fleur had moved behind him and wrapped her arms around him as she pressed her body against his.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, leaning her face on his shoulder.
"What makes you think I want to talk?" Harry sighed.
"Harry," Fleur spoke in a soft and gentle voice. "I know you enough to know when something is bothering you, I am here for you Harry, always. Please just tell me." A silence sprang up, covering the whole room. The only sounds that could be heard were light breathing, and the water that was shooting out of the shower hose and dripping off their bodies and crash landing onto the floor. Harry didn't say anything for a whole minute, but eventually he did respond.
"I...I killed Chloe," Harry said in a quiet voice. "I've killed a lot of people, but I think this might have been the one time I had second thoughts...the one time I wondered if it was the right thing to do."
"That's understandable, Harry." Fleur said, holding him tightly. "She was your friend."
"She was." Harry nodded.
"WAS your friend, Harry." Fleur said, kissing the back of his shoulder. "She was your friend, but I would have to guess that she isn't true anymore."
"You mean the fact that I killed her wasn't a big enough answer?" Harry snorted before he took in a deep breath. "She was insulting James, she called him weak, she said he wasn't like me."
"I'm not suprised, Harry. There are not many people like you." Fleur responded, "You may have adapted to your sitaution easier than he did, but that does not make James weaker than you." she added.
"I know that, try explaining that to Chloe." Harry replied. "She insulted you as well, I didn't like that, obviously."
"Let me guess, something along the lines of 'veela slut'?" Fleur asked with an eye roll. If Chloe had said that then she would just be another one in a countless amount of people.
"Yep," Harry nodded. "I told her your armpits were more attractive than her." Harry added.
"Well...I do take good care of them." Fleur said with a small smile before her expression turned serious. "What happened between the two of you?" She asked.
"We were fighting, I tried to get answers out of her and she wasn't giving me anything beyond insulting James and that was just pissing me off. Then she managed to trap me with a ward stone, it paralysed my body, which was not fun at all. She got on top of me, began grinding on me right before she held a knife against me and shoved her tongue down my throat."
"Stupid little bitch." Fleur said under her breath, so angry that she had actually unintetionally reverted back to French.
"Indeed," Harry replied, pretending not to notice her arms tightining around him. "you're much better than her by the way."
"Of course I am." Fleur said quietly, as if it was ridiculous to expect otherwise. "So, what happened next?" She asked.
"While she was...'enjoying herself'...I had to think about how I would get out of this when I couldn't even move my body, so I took my suicide pill from my mouth and shoved it in hers before I burnt the container." Harry continued. "I managed to get out of being paralysed by destroying the ward stone with some..."
"Fire" Fleur guessed, raising an eyebrow even though he was not looking at her.
"..."
"..."
"With some of that, yes, then I got up and then I pulled out her throat while letting her know I hate her. Thing is, I don't regret killing her, she was a danger to my family so I got rid of her. But I do feel bad about not feeling worse, emotionally, do you know what I mean?"
"Harry, I can't pretend that I have ever experience anything like your situation before." Fleur admitted, after all she had never met someone who had to kill an old childhood friend because she was a crazy, stupid little bitch (Fleur was admittidly still a litttle annoyed about the grinding and kiss) who was threatining that person's family. "But all I can say is that I supported your decision, she was a danger not only to myself, but also Sirius, Bellatrix, James and you. You were protecting your family, that's all that matters."
"Thanks Fleur." Harry said as he looked over his shoulder and kissed her on the lips.
"Anytime Harry." Fleur said before she leaned in and kissed him again, time to show why she was with Harry and not that grinding, kiss stealing little bitch.
The next day Harry walked down the stairs after spending a lot of very enjoyable time with Fleur, he was dressed in his black dragonhide boots and trousers, a black T-shirt and had his mask in his left hand. Fleur would have come down stairs as well, if not for the fact that she was resting upstairs in his bed. Harry had been hoping to say a quick goodbye to the others before he left to go and hunt.
Once Harry entered the kitchen it was to find James sitting and listening to Sirius and Bellatrix talk, all while stroking the back of his beloved cat, Kit, who was sat in his lap. Harry had to admit that he thought James looked quite cute, right now he was wearing trainers that were blue, blue jeans and a shirt that was white.
"And then me and Harry's father tricked Snivellus into walking into Professor McGonagall's office without any clothes at all!" Sirius laughed as he finished telling James another story about himself and Harry's father.
"Really?!" James gasped, looking unsure if he should laugh or not, though the smile on his face and the restrained giggles coming from him showed which side he was leaning on.
"Yep," Sirius grinned. "Old McGonagall nearly had a fit, she knew it was us but she couldn't prove it."
"Sirius," Harry said as he made it known that he was in the room. "are you trying to corrupt my son?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes as he walked over and stopped next to James. Harry kneeled down and offered his hand to Kit, Kit looked at his hand and him for a few seconds before it rubbed its nose on his hand.
"Corrupt?" Sirius repeated in a mock offended voice. him. "I will have you know that I am 'educating' him."
"Well, don't educate him," Harry said as he petted Kit. "I don't want him to grow up and be an idiot."
"Hey!" Sirius protested just as Bellatrix laughed.
"I told you." She said just as Kreatcher popped in with some cat food, she took the bowl from him and gave him a short 'thank you' before he popped away. She then placed the bowl on the table, Kit jumped off of James's lap and rushed onto the table and towards the bowl, he began eating while Bellatrix gently petted Kit.
"I'd rather he not grow up with the idea that bullying other people is acceptable." Harry said as he gave Sirius a hard look. Was it a bit hypocritical coming from the mass murdering machine? Perhaps, but Harry didn't really care.
"I...I wasn't teaching him to bully anyone." Sirius quitely said.
"Pranks are fun, Sirius. What you did was bullying, don't get me wrong, I hate Snape as much as the next guy, but it was bullying." Harry said before he turned to James. "And you are not going to ever bully anyone, is that understood?"
"Uh...yes, yes sir." James quickly said.
"Good boy." Harry smiled as he placed a hand on James's head and stroked his hair, James smiled a little as he did so, something which pleased Harry, even if he wasn't entirely sure why.
Harry was about to say more but found himself cut off as he suddenly felt like he was being dragged through a tube by his stomach, a couple of seconds later he landed on his butt with James falling onto his lap. Harry blinked and looked around, and saw that he was surrounded in a small room by a near army of Libra soldiers.
"Oh for fuck sakes." Harry groaned.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THEY ARE GONE?!" Fleur demanded once she had come down and been informed of the news. She was standing in-between the door frame, Delphi and Sirius were sitting at the table, looking visibly sick.
"I meant what I said!" Belaltrix shrieked as she ran her hands through her hair while pacing back and forth.
"Alright, alright..." Sirius said as he took heavy breaths. "let's not panic!"
"You're the one who is panicking!" Bellatrix yelled at him.
"Nobody panic! Everybody stay calm!" Sirius shouted. "Everybody stay calm!"
"Sirius!" Bellatrix glared at him.
"STAY FUCKING CALM!" Sirius yelled as he pulled his hair with his hands. "Everybody fucking calm down!"
"Enough!" Delphi said before anyone else could reply. "It's Harry so let's assume that right now he is probably killing a few people or at least making it as difficult as possible for whoever had captured him, that gives us time to try and work out a plan to try and help him."
"Wait! Shadow!" Fleur smiled hopefully. "Shadow!" She called, Shadow flew down and landed on Fleur's shoulder. "Shadow! Can you get Harry?! Please!" She begged. Shadow mournfully shook his head, looking far sadder than any bird ever had.
"Wards!" Bellatrix hissed. "They probably have put up wards to stop Shadow from coming down and pulling Harry and James out!"
"Damn it!" Fleur screamed.
He walked down the hallway along with Air Alpha, the other Libra soldiers bowed and moved out of the way as he passed, as expected of them.
"How succesful was the plan?" He asked.
"Very succesful sir," Air replied. "we weren't sure if Potter would arrive with the child but we were ready just in case he did. Unfortunatly Potter was able to kill about a quater of the room before he was captured."
"A quater?" He snorted. "He probably would have killed much more if his focus wasn't divided between his own survival and the child's survival." A few minutes later they arrived outside of the dungeons. "This will be a fun meeting."
"Oh, fuck." Harry shook his head as he woke up. "Oh, not this shit again." Harry sighed as he looked around, he was once again in a dungeon. Though Libra had clearly learned from last time as he was not chained to the wall, this time his hands were in front of his body and were kept together by shackles that connected his ankles to his wrist, the shackles were chained to the floor in a spot in front of Harry. If Harry had to guess then he'd say that the thing had been made unbreakable and fireproof.
"Hello, Mr Potter." A voice said, just as the door opened. Two people walked in, Harry immidietly recognised Air, but it took him a few seconds before he recognised the second person.
"Ha," Harry let out a short but humourless laugh. "I wondered if I would ever see you again."
"It's been a long time, Harry." He said, a smile on his face.
"Alexandre 'fucking' Flamel," Harry said as he glared at him. "you still look like a dick."
"You still look like a burnt one." Alexandre replied easily. "It is good to see you."
"Of course it is, shame I can't say the same." Harry replied. "How the fuck did I get in here, Alex?"
"Potter, there is a reason why Libra forbids its members from forming personal attatchments." Alexandre chuckled. "Every single Libra member is gifted with a small little pill, just in case of emergencies. Your son, on the other hand, he didn't get one. It is just amazing what you can turn into portkeys."
"His tooth was a portkey?" Harry asked, before he shook his head. "Where is he?"
"What?" Alexandre asked in a way that made it sound like he truly had no idea what Harry was talking about.
"My son," Harry said impatiently. "where is he?"
"Did you hear a fucking word I just said?" Alex sighed. "Your emotions will be your downside, Harry."
"Where...is...my...son?" Harry repeated in a low voice as he looked at Alex.
"Don't worry," Alex rolled his eyes. "he is safe, for now. And he will stay safe, of course he will stay safe, just as long as you are willing to play ball."
"What...do you want?." Harry growled, glaring at Alex.
"Me?" Alex laughed. "I'll tell you what I want, I want something incredibly special, a treasure beyond the dreams and hopes of the common man, I want the power that you, and only you, hold. And I am going to get it, Harry. One way...or the other."