Two weeks after the Black family came, Harry was packing a duffel bag full of clothes.
Since their visit, the manor's only visitors had been Sirius, Bella, and Andi, but hardly ever at the same time. The latter two were both very busy with their Ministry jobs, as Bella conducted a lot of security operations and oversaw the Aurors, while Andromeda worked more with the movement and management of Ministry employees. Human Resources, Harry believed the Muggles would call her job.
Harry decided to put his swim trunks in his bag, just in case. He knew that Delacour Estate wasn't too far from a private stretch of beach, so he figured better safe than sorry.
There was only a week and a half until Harry's thirteenth birthday, and he was rather excited for it.
Harry strongly suspected that Lily, Sirius, and Bella were planning something large for his birthday. Andromeda didn't stop by often enough for Harry to gauge her involvement, and he hadn't seen Nym since the pool party, though she was forgiven because she was on the long journey to becoming an Auror.
Then, the letter had come last night. It was from Fleur Delacour, inviting Harry to France for a few days. Lily had been oddly hesitant to let Harry go to France alone, but he'd talked her into it, using his approaching birthday as an argument.
So, Harry was packing. He would be Flooing to France alone, and Lily was waiting in the living room to say goodbye. Harry double-checked that everything he needed was in his duffel, and then he zipped it all up, tucked his wand into his jeans pocket, and left his bedroom.
Harry went straight to the living room, where their Floo Network connected fireplace was.
Harry walked in carrying his bag and found Lily waiting for him. She gave him a bright smile, and walked forwards to hug him.
Harry felt his mother's large, pillowy breasts squash against his chest, but didn't react. He just wrapped his arms tight around his shockingly gorgeous red headed mother, and enjoyed the embrace.
"I'm going to miss you." Lily murmured.
"It's just a week, Mum." Harry laughed. She cupped his cheek, and her green eyes bore into his.
"It'll be the longest week of my life." she announced. Harry smiled.
"I'll miss you, too, Mum." Harry said. Lily leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Harry's cheek.
"You're getting tall. I don't have to lean quite as far." Lily commented, pulling Harry back in for another tight hug.
"Mum. I'm going to be late." Harry said weakly. She laughed.
"Apolline can wait a few more minutes." Lily said.
Harry chuckled, and they held their embrace for a few moments.
"Alright. I got you a gift, before you go." Lily said, "Consider it an early birthday present. Sirius helped me pick it out."
Lily handed Harry a small package. He took it and unwrapped it eagerly, revealing a small, ornate handheld mirror.
"A mirror?" Harry frowned.
"It's a two way mirror. Hold it up to your face and say my name. I have a matching one, and so we can communicate. I felt like we hardly saw each other last year at Hogwarts, and with you being in a different country for the next week, this seemed like a good gift." Lily explained.
"Mum, this is great!" Harry enthused, and threw his arms around Lily for one last hug.
Harry tucked the mirror into his duffel bag, and with some more good-byes to Lily, he went to the fireplace.
"Delacour Estate!" Harry cried.
As the green flames rose up around him, the last sight Harry saw was his stunningly attractive redheaded mother looking rather sad.
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The green flames cleared and Harry stepped out of the fire, coughing a little. He emerged into a much less homely room. The Potter family was obviously wealthy beyond measure, just like the Delacours, but Potter Manor had a much homelier feel to it, so much so that Harry sometimes forgot just how expensive the manor was.
Delacour Estate was not nearly as homely, with a lot more grays and whites, and furniture that was finely crafted and visibly expensive rather than comfortable.
"'Arry!" a familiar voice exclaimed, and Harry turned quickly to the sound.
Moving towards him swiftly was a gorgeous girl of sixteen years. She had long, silvery blond hair which fell almost to her waist, and had some lustrous waves to it. Her eyes were a bright blue, and her body was heaven sent. Fleur was of average height, with perfect legs currently shown off in cutoff jean shorts, a flat, toned stomach that wasn't on display, and then two, large breasts.
See, the Delacour women were of Veela descent. Apolline, a half-Veela, had two daughters with Jacques Delacour, Fleur and Gabrielle.
Fleur, Gabrielle, and Apolline were all insanely beautiful. Gabrielle had yet to turn thirteen, and so while she was exceptionally beautiful, she had not yet hit Veela maturity.
"Fleur!" Harry managed before the older girl had embraced him. She, in very typical French fashion, swooped down and planted kisses on both his cheeks, then gave him a glowing smile.
"Welcome to France!" she exclaimed happily.
"Thanks." Harry said, enjoying the musical French accent to her words. Fleur's accent was rather strong, stronger than her sister or her mother's. Harry vaguely wondered if she had picked it up at Beauxbatons, the wizarding school she attended. Hogwarts generally only took students from Britain, Ireland, and Scotland.
France and Spain both filtered into Beauxbatons, and Harry sometimes privately thought it was unfair that Beauxbatons got to have both sexy French girls and sexy Spanish girls.
"I'm glad you could accept my invitation. I feel like I have not seen you in an eternity!" Fleur said, beaming.
"Yeah, I feel the same way. It was last summer, right?" Harry asked, trying to think.
"Oui. Right at ze very start." Fleur nodded.
"Harry!" a second female voice called, and Harry turned to see Fleur's mother, Apolline, entering carrying a tray with small cakes and tea upon it. Apolline set down the tray, and straightened up to descend upon Harry.
Apolline closely resembled her daughter, with silvery blond hair and bright blue eyes, though Apolline's were a few shades paler blue. She sported some extremely large breasts that fit her body perfectly, thanks to Veela magic. She was curvy in all the right places, and she had an almost otherworldly quality of beauty to her.
Harry knew from letters with Fleur that that effect of flawless beauty only appeared in Veela who had bore children, which meant Fleur, while stunning, could not yet compare to her mother, who was without physical flaw.
"You've grown!" Apolline laughed, and then planted a kiss on each cheek just like Fleur before pulling him into a tight hug, where her exceptional tits pressed against him. Apolline always got him instantly hard whenever she was in the room (something Harry suspected was her Veela aura), and Harry no longer found that shocking.
"In more ways than one." Apolline murmured in Harry's ear before drawing back and he let out a startled sort of sound, realizing what she meant.
"Maman, I will show 'Arry to his room." Fleur said.
"Thank you. Harry, I have an important matter to discuss with you, so please come by my study once you've settled in. But there's no rush, you are here for a week, after all." Apolline smiled at Harry, though he saw a bit of tension in the smile. He wondered why she needed to speak with him.
Harry grabbed his duffel bag and followed Fleur out of the living room and into the hall. She led him up a grand flight of stairs to a hall decorated with lots of gold accents and items, then to a particular heavy-looking door.
"This is your room, 'Arry." Fleur told him, opening the door, "Maman ensured it was spotless by her own hand."
Harry was surprised at that. Usually that sort of thing would be a house-elf's job, right? He knew the Delacours had two house-elves, so why had Apolline done it herself?
"Harry!" a voice called, and Harry turned to see a girl sprinting towards him. Harry caught Gabrielle Delacour around the waist, and the pair hugged tightly. Gabrielle didn't mess around with the kiss-cheek greeting thing. She rapidly let go of Harry and turned to Fleur, the most adorable angry look on her face.
Gabrielle was the spitting image of her mother and sister in every way but one. She had dark blue eyes like her father rather than light blue eyes like her mother and sister. But otherwise, Gabrielle was very similar. Silvery blond and beautiful.
She hadn't yet hit maturity, so her body was actually a little underdeveloped, even compared to someone like Daphne, who didn't have a drop of Veela blood in her.
Gabrielle had small, perky breasts, and some slender curves developing in her hips, but in… five months or so, that would almost certainly change. Her birthday was in the third week of December. Gabrielle was only four to five months younger than Harry at twelve.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me that 'Arry was here!" Gabrielle exploded, her usually subtle French accent becoming much more pronounced.
"It must have slipped my mind." Fleur said lightly, looking a little amused.
"She told me ze wrong time!" Gabrielle told Harry in outrage.
"Gabby, it's fine. You're here, aren't you?" Harry asked. Gabrielle's angry scowl at her sister melted slightly at the childhood pet name that Harry used for her.
"Oui. I am." Gabrielle said, shooting a dirty look at Fleur, but then she hugged Harry again.
"Maman wants to see you in her study." Fleur told Gabrielle, who looked confused, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Why?" Gabrielle asked.
"She said it was important." Fleur shrugged, "'Arry and I have been called, too, once he gets settled."
Gabrielle gave Fleur one last harsh look before heading off to Apolline's study.
Once she was gone, Fleur burst into her musical laugh.
"I did tell her ze wrong time." she confided, "It was very funny."
Harry worked to keep a smile off his own face, but failed, and the two laughed together.
Harry and Fleur entered the guest bedroom where Harry would be staying, and Harry set his duffel bag on the circular table by the balcony doors.
The balcony doors were open right now, and a salty sea breeze was blowing through them. Delacour Estate was right on the ocean, something Harry always delighted in, as Potter Manor's only water feature was the pool.
"I guess we should go see your mum, then." Harry said, and glanced at Fleur. She nodded.
"Do you really not know what she wants to say to me?" Harry asked. Fleur shook her head.
"Non. I truly have no idea." Fleur said, and Harry thought it sounded entirely truthful.
Fleur led him to a room with a large window casting lots of natural light into the room.
Behind a large oak desk sat Apolline, and Gabrielle sat in one of the two thin wooden armchairs before the desk.
"Harry." Apolline gestured to the second armchair. Harry took the seat, and Fleur stood behind his chair, hands resting on the back of it.
"Harry, I will confess that I may have had an ulterior motive when I allowed Fleur to invite you to stay." Apolline began. Harry frowned.
"What kind of ulterior motive?" Harry asked. Gabrielle, too, looked curious, and Harry suspected she had been told to wait for him when she had arrived, as she didn't seem to know more than he did.
"As all three of you are aware, Gabrielle's thirteenth birthday will occur in almost five months' time. On the morning of her birthday, she will awaken a full-blooded Veela, which obviously has some… challenges." Apolline said, and looked to Fleur.
Harry and Gabrielle both turned in their seats to look at Fleur, who's face had turned a bit like someone remembering something unpleasant.
"It was not fun." Fleur said in a low voice that she never used.
"Beauxbatons' students are only too aware of Veela and their biology, as they are mainly a French species, though they are of course worldwide at this point in time. They did, however, originate in France. I do not want Gabrielle to go through the same resentment and ostracizing that Fleur had to deal with." Apolline explained.
"What are you saying?" Gabrielle asked, looking distraught.
"I am saying that you will not be attending Beauxbatons in the fall." Apolline said, and visibly braced for Gabrielle to explode. But, to everyone's surprise, Gabrielle almost seemed too shocked to react explosively.
"Not… attending Beauxbatons?" Gabrielle blinked.
"No." Apolline said in a gentle voice, "Instead, I've transferred you to Hogwarts."
Harry's eyes widened.
"'Ogwarts?" Fleur asked incredulously from behind him.
"Yes. They know what a Veela is there, of course. But from what Lily has told me, nobody there is particularly suspicious of Veela, and they certainly do not have a grasp on their biology like Beauxbatons students do." Apolline answered her elder daughter.
"Is Fleur transferring too?" Gabrielle asked, still looking rather shocked.
"No." Apolline said gently, "She is about to enter her fifth year of education, one that is rather important, due to the O.W.L.s. I do not wish to disturb that process."
"Is that why I'm here?" Harry spoke up, "Because I go to Hogwarts?"
"You are here, because yes, you go to Hogwarts, but also because you and Gabrielle are very close friends, and have been your entire lives. I know that you will help Gabrielle during this troubling time without question. The maturing process can be rather volatile, but I expect you are capable of handling it, and my daughter trusts you entirely." Apolline said.
Harry glanced sideways at Gabrielle, who nodded a little in agreement.
"I would like a promise that you will defend Gabrielle during her time at Hogwarts, no matter what." Apolline said.
"Of course." Harry said at once, "Promise or not, I'll always protect her."
Apolline gave Harry a warm, loving smile that did nothing to calm the throbbing between his legs.
"I have heard stories about how awful Beauxbatons is to Veela." Gabrielle confessed to her mother and sister, "I suppose a part of me is glad I won't have to go through that myself."
"And if anyone tries to mess with you at Hogwarts, I'll jinx them into next week." Harry grinned at Gabrielle.
Gabrielle adopted a rather haughty look.
"I am perfectly capable of jinxing their asses off myself." she said, then returned his grin.
"Mind your language." Apolline told her younger daughter sternly but not harshly.
"Shall we visit ze beach?" Fleur suggested, touching Harry's shoulder. His cock leaped at the thought of Apolline, Fleur, and Gabrielle in bikinis.
"Sounds great. You know I love the ocean." Harry said. Fleur nodded.
"Of course I do." Fleur smirked.