667Ch-17 : The Museum
The next day, Harry woke up in a hotel room in Fleur's arms, which was slowly becoming a norm for him. Though initally smiling, all the memories of yesternight came to the forefront of his mind and a look of horror dawned on his face. Fleur was still sleeping and for the life of him, Harry could not understand how such an innocent and cute face could hide a cold blooded murderer behind it.
Bloody hell! Harry was afraid of his girlfriend.
He loved Fleur, he knew, how could he not? Even now, just looking at her sleep gave him butterflies in his stomach…but how could he impose that image of her with that image of her. Suddenly shaking a little, Harry decided that he needed some time alone to think.
He tried to slowly extricate himself from her arms without disturbing her in the least, but nonetheless, she woke up at the last moment. As she slowly opened her eyes, Harry could not help but give her the look – and he saw the exact moment when she understood his fear, his panic – at seeing her awake. She took a deep breath, removed herself from his embrace and slowly sat up.
"Do you 'ate me 'arry?" she asked after a moment had passed.
"No…" he spoke automatically, running a hand through his hair. Oh, he could not hate her…never hate her. A lot frightened, maybe, but not hate. "I just…don't know…how to react."
"Look at me 'arry…" Fleur said, giving him an earnest look. "Please."
Harry sighed and faced her. It was time to act like a man. "Fleur…"
"Listen to me, 'arry…I told you already that you don't know some of my secrets…"
Harry gulped. "So…that was what you meant by 'your secrets'?"
Fleur nodded. "Look, I am not asking you to continue this relationship…I understand if you don't like me anymore…"
Harry's eyes widened in shock. Could he just end the best thing that happened to him just like that?
"…I know 'ow I must be looking right now in front of you…" she continued, "But believe me 'arry, I 'ave never killed anyone who did not deserve to die."
Harry was unable to interrupt her. "…My father iz a…don…in muggle terms. 'e is a well known face among Wizards and muggles alike of France…'e always taught me to stand up for what I felt is right, not what others dictated to me."
Harry cleared his throat. "Your father…is a…don?"
Fleur sighed. "Yes, 'arry. My father 'as killed as many, if not more, men as Voldemort 'imself did. But…people still regard 'im in good light…because he never used 'is power to kill innocents…non, he only did it for the betterment of our society."
Harry was speechless. What do you say to your girlfriend when she admits to being the daughter of a mass murderer?
"My country 'arry was perhaps as bigoted and corrupt as yours before I was even born…until my father came along and started a revolution..."
"Huh," Harry blinked, "You are saying your father singlehandedly removed corruption from your ministry?"
"Non, not singlehandly…'e 'ad 'is support," she replied, "And 'e did not remove the corruption…he was courageous enough to remove the corrupted."
"Killing, Fleur?" Harry snapped. "Killing? You are saying killing is the answer?"
"Tell me 'arry…do you think your 'agrid…if 'e had completed 'is education…could have been the 'eadmaster of 'Ogwarts after Albus Dumbledore?"
Harry shook his head.
"Why? Becoz 'e iz not fully human, right?" she asked, trying to make a point. "I am part Veela, 'arry. My school's 'eadmistress has giant blood in her. Where would I be in Britain today, nothing more than a sex slave."
Harry looked at her, shocked. But what she said was true…perhaps that's why it took him four years to learn that Veela existed…because none of them lived in his country. He took a long time to think and find his voice. "I understand where you are going with this…but can we kill everyone we don't like Fleur?"
"No 'arry…I don't like your potions teacher Severus Snape…but did I kill him? Non, right? 'Ave you really forgotten that you caused your dark lord to kill 'is own death eaters that night?"
Harry's mind went back to the night Fleur was speaking of. It was true that, though indirectly, he caused the death of more than one death eater on that day. And the way he was throwing killing curses on Voldemort put him on a level of hypocrisy he mostly accused others of showing…Fleur was kind of right…what was the difference between a serial rapist and Voldemort…both were fucking innocent people.
No one could accuse Harry Potter of being an unreasonable or dull headed person. It was people like Crabbe or Goyle who took days in getting a concept through their thick heads…Harry thought of himself as quite a smart and handsome young man.
Plus, he did not like how vulnerable his girlfriend looked in that moment.
So, it was quite a surprise for a sad looking Fleur Delacaur when Harry Potter bobbed his head up and down in a satisfied nod and jumped on her. He attacked her lips with such ferociousness that Fleur could not help but let out a surprised yelp. She fell on her back and pulled him down on her, her insides going all gooey-gooey as she realized that Harry finally understood her.
She took Harry's hand and placed it on her hip. She let him have his way with her mouth as his tongue fought with hers for control. She let him fondle her breasts for the first time ever and even encouraged him to do so when he stopped. She joined her legs at his waist and felt his erection on her skirt. She looked into his eyes as he pulled back and gulped, this time out of lust, and nodded her permission.
She unbuttoned his shirt, just as he pulled on her skirt and tore through her blouse.
"Slowly…" she whispered, "slowly…," and Harry chuckled, giving her frantic nods.
He slowly unhooked her bra and took his time looking at her firm breasts. She pulled his lips down on her nipple and he sucked. Fleur could only moan her appreciation as he did the same with her other nipple. He cupped her breasts, enjoying the small mounds of flesh more than anything he ever did. He lightly bit on her nipples and licked her cleavage hungrily. Leaving a slow trail of kisses all the way from her breasts to her stomach, Harry finally reached between her thighs and touched her, with his tongue.
"I haven't done this before…" he said, suddenly a little unsure of himself, looking at her from down there.
"Shut up 'Arry…remove my panties, will you?" snapped Fleur through her laboured breathing.
Harry, as usual, did as Fleur told him. "You are beautiful…" he said, himself breathing heavily, naked lust showing in his eyes.
Fleur giggled. "Every girl iz same down there."
Harry was unable to hear what she said…his senses were leaving him. He slowly kissed Fleur on her sweet spot and licked her once. Getting encouragement when she moaned, he stopped thinking for once and let his tongue do all the work. As Fleur writhed under him, Harry felt his own need intensifying a hundred fold. He hadn't tasted anything like her ever before. When he felt Fleur pulling him upwards, he made quick work of his underwear and positioned himself over Fleur…in that moment, it wouldn't have mattered if Fleur was Voldemort himself and he was about to be AKed by her…he knew only one thing in that moment…
"I love you, Fleur…I love you so so much…"
Fleur took his member in her hand and squeezed lightly. "I want you 'arry…I want you…now."
Without saying another word, he grabbed Fleur's hands and pinned her down. He bit her neck lightly and entered her in one smooth motion. She looked at him as her eyes watered and he kissed her cheek, drinking away her tears. "You all right?"
Fleur nodded her head and smiled up at him. "You 'ave 'ad your chance 'arry Potter. I am never leaving you now."
"Oh…I am ready to live as your bitch Fleur…" He replied shamelessly.
Fleur giggled once more and locked her legs around his waist. Harry began grinding his hips in slow successive motions as he felt her soft tissue expanding and contracting for him with every thrust. He kept her mouth occupied with his until Fleur mumbled something... understanding her muffled words, he rolled over and watched her beautiful form as she started bouncing on him and Harry could admit that he wouldn't be getting used to her anytime ever. Nothing could be as amazing as Fleur bouncing on him. Period.
It wasn't long before Harry came…It was even shorter before they were going at it once again…
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It took Harry and Fleur a couple of days to get their bearings straight and control their urges enough to wear clothes without the other one ripping them off as soon as they had touched skin. Harry realized that he was a fan of hotels where food was delivered to the room, and Fleur realized that Harry had no inhibitions whatsoever in doing exactly what Fleur told him…Harry also realized that getting out of Hogwarts had already paid off more than he had ever expected.
It was noon one day when they found themselves in the famous Egyptian museum, an oddly pinkish building with a huge dome, arguing about the merits and demerits of preserving dead bodies…he was arguing with himself, that is. Fleur was mostly concentrating on showing her love for him. Most of the mummies were unidentified along with artefacts and jewellery which were a part of history now.
"I don't get it…we have a mummy…so many mummies…but we don't know which one is which…what is the point?" Harry harrumphed.
Fleur chuckled, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "I guess they are lovers who did not want to get apart."
Fleur was showing a lot of pda on their first outing after…you know. Though Harry did not mind it one bit, the public there were giving them odd looks and Harry did not want another Nile river incident. So, he smiled and tried to keep it to a minimum.
"No Fleur…had it been love, we would have found two mummies inside one coffin, instead of one coffin and a lot of gold…these people only loved money."
Fleur nodded and pulled his cheek. "Awwww…'ow smart, my 'Arry…"
Now, she was getting out of hand. Harry chuckled…maybe last night's wine hadn't worn off completely…
"Fleur…people are lookiiing…" he said, pointing at a man who was essentially glaring at them.
"So…'arry…I love you baby…I can spoil you a little, right?" she said, glaring right back at the offending man until he ran off.
Harry pinched his nose. "Fleur, I think we should go back to the hotel."
Fleur smiled. "You miss me already baby…"
"It's not what I meant," he muttered, "I meant that I don't know why I wanted to see mummies…these are just… embalmed dead bodies."
"'Arry, look at them…" said Fleur, somewhat seriously. "Look at them, these mummies have secrets most can only dream about…they are history we can always rely on…"
"Secrets?"
"'Arry, when the muggle world was in its infancy, and there was no statute of secrecy, wizards used magic so great that it is impossible to imagine now. Egyptian civilisation was one of the greatest to ever exist. There were monks so powerful that even Dumbledore would think ten times before crossing paths with them."
When Harry looked sceptical, she took his hand and went to a secluded spot. "'Arry, we are here for a reason."
Harry raised both his eyebrows. He still lacked the muscle control to pull only one up which irritated him to no end. "What reason?"
"Look there, 'arry…you see that book over there?" asked Fleur, pointing at a glass box that contained one single innocent looking book that was completely black.
Harry nodded, trying to make out what was written in the description. "The…book…of Dead…Huh?"
"Oui…The book of Dead…'arry, don't you see?" she whispered, excited for some reason. "After your 'eadmaster told us about…our little problem in your 'ead…I wanted to read as much as I could about souls and death and such, but there were no books to be found…none. Except this one."
"But…" said Harry, "this is a muggle museum Fleur…if it was useful, it wouldn't be here."
"It is useful, I know it…the problem is the language…"
"Language?"
"It is an old script…very very old."
"So…?"
Fleur bit her lip. "We will find someone…but first we have to get that book."
Harry nodded his head…stealing wasn't that bad, infact it was miniscule, after you had your share of kills. "That part should be simple. We'll come here tonight…take the book and pop away."
Fleur sighed. "I am afraid it will not be that simple."
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The famous Egyptian Museum of Cairo was managed by muggle authorities but as there was almost a non existent magical ministry in Egypt, it also housed a number of artefacts lost to history that were magical in nature. Thus, since there was no ownership claim on these artefacts, they rested with the other antiquities, guarded by the elite force of ICW Emblems – who were basically international aurors.
Though Harry had his doubts in having a face-off with these international aurors, Fleur was adamant that she wanted the book.
It was midnight when both of them apparated to the edge of the wards outside the museum. They had identified a few entrance points during their visit and confirmed a presence of wards, though they were kept dormant during day time. Fleur had procured a batch of polyjuice potion from somewhere and promptly nicked a few hairs from the hotel manager and his secretary. They had charmed their boots to be silent and carried all their luggage in their pockets in case of an emergency.
Taking a deep breath, Harry moved forward with Fleur after a nod from her. Just as he had expected, the wards flashed once before giving them an entry. Quickly putting on his invisibility clock, he waited for the guards to come out as Fleur stood still.
It was only a moment when a couple of men apparated a meter ahead of Fleur. "Excuse me lady," said one of them in a hoarse voice, looking at the demure girl's face Fleur had taken, "what are you doing here? Museum is closed for muggles and witches alike."
"Stupefy…Stupefy…" was all Harry whispered, before both of them were down in a heap.
Fleur took out out her hand and cuffed both wizards and took their wands. "'Arry...take one and keep it for emergency."
Harry took the offered piece of wood and gave his cloak to Fleur. Soon enough they had reached the gates of the main building which were obviously locked. He had a feeling that a simple Alohomora wouldn't do the trick this time. Though getting second thoughts about this whole misadventure, he aimed his wand at the double doors with Fleur on his side as both of them intoned, "REDUCTO"
As soon as the doors had reduced to dust, several things happened at once. Harry took out his Firebolt and zoomed inside the museum. A dozen wizards appeared out of thin air and started firing at him as he maneuvered his broom in a zip zap motion to dodge the spells being thrown his way. Fleur, for her part, was invisible and making quick work of the renowned Emblems.
One of the wizards understood what was happening and shouted, "Shield your backs, you fools!"
Harry knew Fleur wouldn't be able to keep up with so many of them and himself started throwing reductor curses left and right from his position in the air. One of his spells hit the skeleton of a huge dinosaur as it disintegrated and his bones flew in all directions hitting a number of attackers. He quickly flew in the direction of the dark book and destroyed the glass box.
"Nooooo..." He heard someone shouting before he grabbed the book, and promptly fell down from his broom.
Getting up on his legs unsteadily from the sudden and unwelcome black out, Harry jumped out of the way of a curse and shielded from a couple of stunners coming his way. "Impedimenta" he shouted, slowing one of his attackers in his tracks. Realizing that time was running out, Harry quickly shrunk the cursed book and put it in his pocket. "Stupefy..." he yelled, stunning a wizard who was trying to sneak on Fleur.
He had to cover his ears with his hands when he heard's Fleur's amplified voice screaming at the top of her lungs. Looking her way, he realized that her tactic was successful in disorienting their attackers.
Quickly Summoning his broom back to him, Harry flew back towards the door, destroying another skeleton on his way...this time, knowingly...and banishing the debris on the group blocking his way.
Fleur appeared just as she aimed a wide area banisher on the few aurors who were still attacking her and Harry pulled her on the broom behind him.
"DON'T LET UP," he shouted at Fleur against the force of wind as one of the wizards suddenly appeared in front of him and Harry had to nosedive, and pull back sharply, kicking the fool on his way up.
As soon as they crossed the wards, Harry apparated them away.
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