699A/N: Sorry I took so long to update, but I've been out of the country and my computer broke down. I know that that's a pretty sucky excuse, but it's the one I've got. There are some things that happen in this chapter that I wasn't going to originally put, but it sort of grew a life of its own, you know? By the way, you guys are the best. I've gotten 43 reviews... 43 reviews! Wow, when I posted this, I wasn't even sure that I was going to continue it, but the response that I got was amazing. I've never gotten 43 reviews on a single fanfiction before, let alone one chapter. And that's not even mentioning the 117 favorites and 236 followers. I am amazed, you guys are the best, and I hope you enjoy this.
Italics = French
Harry stretched as he woke up. He had had the weirdest dream about veela- wait, veela… His eyes widened as he realized that he wasn't in his common room. 'Crap, it wasn't a dream' he thought as he got out of bed. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Harry went into the little kitchenette to make breakfast where he was quickly joined by Fleur, Marie, Cecile, and Gabrielle.
"Good morning." He greeted them quietly "How do you like your eggs?"
"You can cook?" Fleur asked, impressed.
"Yeah, I do most of the cooking at my relatives." Harry's eyes widened and he clamped his mouth shut. His unusual behavior did not go unnoticed by the veelas.
"What is the matter, Harry?" Marie asked with concern.
Harry smiled "Nothing, it's just, I don't have to go back to the Dursleys now! You know, it's kind of funny, French really did help me to get away." After a glance at their curious faces he elaborated. "When I was little, I used to pretend that I would have other relatives who would come and take me away. That's why I started learning French, actually. I was convinced that I had other family who were super secret spies or something that were hiding in France, and that they would come and rescue me one day."
The girls glanced at each other. This did not sound like a normal family relationship. Teens usually had some troubles with their parental figures, but not to the extent that they didn't want to ever go back. Especially not when they were just little kids.
Cecile was the first one to break the silence "Why don't you want to go back to your family?"
Harry frowned and switched back to English "I don't know how to explain that in French, so please excuse me. And trust me, those people were not my family."
"What do you mean?" Fleur asked in accented English.
"My so called family hates magic. Until I turned 11, I lived in the cupboard under the stairs, half starved, and dressed in my overweight cousin's hand-me-downs. I was punished for every bout of accidental magic I had, and my Uncle tried to beat the magic out of me. I didn't even know that the magic world existed until my Hogwarts letter came. They just told me that my parents were pathetic drunks and were killed in a car crash. To keep people from noticing the obvious signs of abuse, they told everyone that I was a juvenile delinquent and blamed me for everything that my cousin and his gang did. So tell me, would you want to go back to that?" Harry asked angrily.
The girls all looked back at him with tears brimming in their eyes. "We… we didn't know. Who waz ze batard who put you there!?" Fleur asked angrily.
"Dumbledore-"
"I'll kill him!" Fleur yelled angrily. As soon as she said it, she started to transform into her full veela form. Wings sprouted from her back and feathers coated her skin. Her hands turned into claws, and her skin started glowing.
"Fleur, calm down!" Harry said in French, desperately trying to keep the young veela from going rogue. He ran towards her and before she could claw at him, wrapped her in a hug, trying to keep her from hurting any of the others. Then something strange happened. Images started flying across Harry's vision, A little blonde girl wearing a tutu, the same girl, only a bit older, learning to play piano, a man and a woman holding a little bundle of blankets and explaining that that was the girls' new sister, a bunch of boys trying to take advantage of a preteen version of the girl, but being held off by her veela form. On and on the scenes went, until he saw modern day Fleur meeting a boy with bright green eyes and messy black hair, and hearing his life story. It was amazing, he could feel her emotions and what she was thinking during each and every one of what he supposed must have been her memories.
Once his vision cleared and he could see what was happening around him, he realized that both he and Fleur were levitating 2 meters above the ground surrounded by white light. A wave of exhaustion came over him, and the last thing he remembered before passing out was Fleur turning back into her human form.
"Uggh," Harry groaned as he woke up. "What happened?"
"Good, I waz beginning to zink zat you would nevair come around." Cecile proclaimed. "Give me a moment to get ze ozzers."
"Wait, what?" He asked no one in particular just before three veela entered the room.
"'Arry!" Gabrielle squealed as soon as she saw him "You're awake! We were getting worried, Fleur woke up 10 minutes ago."
Harry's eyes widened. Ten minutes? "How long have I been-" he paused for a moment, trying to remember his French. "Unconscious! That's the word, how long have I been unconscious?"
"It's only been 20 minutes, Gabrielle just has no patience." Marie remarked jokingly.
"Hey!" The little girl cried indignantly "I do too have patience, Harry was just asleep foreeeeeeever."
"Wait, where is Fleur?" Harry asked. "And what just happened?"
"Fleur went to the bathroom. She'll be back in a minute, and I think that she should be here to explain what just happened to you."
"What should I be here for?" Fleur's voice asked as she came in. Harry didn't know why, but he felt happier and more at ease the instant he saw her.
"To explain your love bond to Harry!" Gabrielle piped in.
"What?!"
"Gabby!"
"He was going to find out eventually!"
"What exactly is a love bond, and why do I get the feeling that it's one of those life altering events that only happens to me?" Harry asked with slight trepidation, and more than a little sarcasm.
Fleur laughed, and said "You're probably right, but it doesn't only happen to you. There are at least 12 documented cases of love bonds that I know of just off-hand."
"Great, and we get to be lucky number thirteen!"
"Loving your enthusiasm, Harry, loving it."
"So, what exactly is a love bond?"
A/N: Woohoo! Finally made it to my self made quota of over a thousand words! Yup. Three guesses as to what a love bond is. You know, I didn't want to call it a soul bond, because those are just so common in fanfictions and aren't quite the same as this. For now, it's a love bond, as previously stated, but I don't know if that's just going to be the nickname, or the official name of the bond. I'd appreciate name suggestions in reviews, or just reviews in general! Every author loves hearing feedback, and it helps us write faster! R&R, bye!