At first Harry thought that Fleur might burst into a fit of giggles and tell Him that it was all a joke.
But seeing the serious expression cross across her face, Harry knew better then to laugh.
So he did the only sensible thing.
He asked questions.
"You mean, you're like thirty two?" Harry asked, forcing his voice to sound calm.
Fleur shook her head. "Nah Harry, I'm the same age as you" She said.
Harry nodded. Great. So she's a vampire. I'm dating a vampire. Whoopie, He thought.
"Sure you're sixteen why not" Then a very horrible idea occurred to him. "Wait I'm not thirty two, am I?" He demanded.
Great again. I cross thirty without noticing. Maybe Voldemort has power over the world now, or maybe someone else defeated him. How many kids does Ron Have? Does Hermione's kids call me Uncle Harry? Heck do they even remember me? Or double heck, are the even alive?
Fleur shook her head. "No Harry you're not thirty two. And yes, I'm sixteen" She stated.
Harry sighed. "Yup" He mumbled, closing his eyes. "Just give me a second"
After a second had passed, Fleur tapped her foot nervously. "I'm sorry to disturb but-er-a second had passed"
Is she serious?
"Sure give me a minuet" Harry muttered.
He processed what all his ears had heard in the following minuets and forced himself calm. Okay Harry, She's going to explain now, He thought.
Harry opened his eyes. "Right, you were saying..." He trailed off.
Fleur smiled. "Do not interrupt" She warned.
"Sure, no problem" He agreed.
Fleur took a deep breath in and closed her eyes, before opening them again and looking at Harry.
"I was born in 1945 to a wizard and a Veela. My father fell in love with my mother during his schooling or at least pretended to, and I was conceived in his seventh year. The two of them remained in peace for awhile, before my father started practicing dark arts. Or before my mother realized it anyways. My mother, she was very smart for her age. She suspected him since the beginning. But love is blind, making my mother the same" She paused, staring at Harry.
He nodded. "Go On" He urged.
"They stayed together for how long I don't know. But long enough for my little sister to be born-"
"Your little sister?" Harry interrupted.
Fleur took a shaky breath. "Do not interrupt" She reminded him.
He blushed. "Sorry"
"My father was rarely ever around. When he was, he and my mother ended up fighting. I raised my little sister on my own. Mother helped, of course. But father never did. He was cold. He was brutal" Fleur stopped dramitaclly, giving Harry the hint that the story would now become interesting.
"Then on my Ninth Birthday, My father came home. This time the two of them had a very heated argument, worse then the others. They were yelling at each other like anything. I grabbed my sister and we hid behind the door. We heard them arguing. My father noticed me and-" Her voice cracked.
Harry reached out towards her but she shook her head.
Then she continued like nothing had happened, "-He tried to curse us. Veela magic is powerful, they do not need wands. She managed to protect us. Then Father left. That night my mother grabbed all our belongings and told us that we were going away to some place far far away. We were ready. Ready to leave our old lives behind. But he returned" She spat out he like it were a dirty word.
"The two of them started dueling. My sister and I watched from the place she had hidden us. But none of them were dying. Veela's are immortal. Or they are supposed to be, until their beauty and magic gets exhausted. My mother fought bravely, but my father would not leave. Finally, she threw the necklace she used to wear towards us and created a protection field around us. She said I need to spin it three times. Told me that I should hold on my little sister tightly. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated, created a shield around me and my sister with her remaining life force. S-She died protecting us. She got exhausted. She used her last bits of Veela energy to protect us"
Fleur pursued her lips. "I guess she had some sort of time turner which was connected to her energy. But anyways, Dumbledore found me. My sister, she went somewhere else. I-I don't know how. He raised me up. In those two years before I started attending Hogwarts, I became tough. I told myself that I would not put anyone else in danger because of myself. I became powerful. I swore to myself that I would avenge my mother. And since then I've been waiting"
Harry stared at her in awe. "Y-You're a time traveler?" He asked softly.
Fleur nodded. "I have one last piece of information to share with you" She spoke quietly.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"My father is Tom Riddle. The present day Voldemort"