Power, Freedom and a French Flower

Correspondence with a Veela

AN: Alright guys, since I received so many messages about it and half my reviews talk about it, here is a quick clarification:

Harry disarmed Fleur during their duel and would have won, however, the officials had not yet called the duel for Harry. Therefore he had not been declared the winner yet and instead, with some heavy French bias, Delacour was declared victorious, as Harry got disqualified.

Hopefully, this clarifies a few things.

I hope you guys still enjoy my story.

Don't forget to review and leave your feedback.

The recognizable sections belong to JKR

Chapter 24

September 30th, 1993

Beauxbaton Academy

Fleur Delacour was lonely, but she would never show it. Today she sat down for breakfast at the small tables that were scattered around the Beauxbaton equivalent to the Great Hall and started eating some pastries and croissants. Today was her 16th birthday and she would be spending it all by herself.

Her father and mother were at work. Her sister is still in wizarding primary school, she would be joining Fleur at Beauxbaton next year, once she turns eleven in spring. Fleur had started her fifth year this term and it had been one of the worst so far.

Right at the beginning of summer, she had undergone her Veela maturity. She was extremely proud that it had happened so early. It was proof of how powerful she was and might become, but it also meant that things got a lot worse in school for her.

Not on the academic side, no. She still performed best in all her classes, chasing her goal of becoming an enchantress or curse breaker. She will sit her OWLs next year, as was the tradition in Beauxbaton, even though Fleur was sure she could complete a couple of subjects already.

No, what had gotten even worse was all the staring from the boys and the envious, jealous looks from the girls.

Before her maturity, she had been a beautiful girl. Now, she was breathtaking. Before her maturity, the boys would usually take a look at her, catch themselves staring after some time, and return to whatever they were doing, while blushing.

Now they continued staring. Very few had the mental power to snap out of it by themselves. Even some of the male teachers were struggling and all of them were highly accomplished wizards.

She had not once encountered a boy that could hold a normal conversation with her. Well, technically that was not true, Fleur thought. She had met one boy. But it was less of a conversation than just insults she had to endure whenever meeting him.

She remembered the boy well, but then again, how could she not... It was Harry Potter. The British enigma and the one to humble her. After their duel and Potter's disqualification, people started congratulating her. But Fleur could not even look at them. It did not feel like a victory.

She had lost. According to the officials, she had won the competition, but Fleur knew that she had lost the actual duel. For the first time in her life, she had truly lost a duel, not counting any of the practice duels she frequently held with her Papa and instructor of course. No, this had been an actual duel she had lost.

The boy had toyed with her. Ripping the blossoms from the stem of the flower one by one. She still remembered being at his mercy. The pressure of the water in her lungs, the feeling of drowning. She remembers the pleading look she had shot at him and she remembered how realization had set in his eyes and he instantly dropped the horrible spell.