Harry Potter Veela's Embrace

When Harry arrived back in the Hospital Wing Madame Pomfrey was in her office. Harry sat down on the foot of his bed and kept looking from one Delacour to the other. He released a sigh. "Why?" He whispered but he knew he'd have to wait before they could answer that question. He found himself looking again at their silvery-blonde hair, at their perfect complexion, and visualized the beautiful eyes that lay behind the closed eyelids. He remembered Fleur's from under the water, the look that was in them. "Was that the love?" He asked himself, not believing it could be true. As he looked at Fleur, his eyes came to rest on the smile that was on her lips. "It was those lips that gave me my first kiss." Harry thought. "A kiss that sealed my fate."

"Ah Mr. Potter you're back," Madame Pomfrey said from behind Harry. Harry didn't turn but heard her footsteps across the floor as she came over to him. He only turned when he felt her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Harry. I almost feel like this is my fault."

"Why?"

"I keep thinking that maybe I should have sent the young Delacour up here before you and her sister got to the platform," Madame Pomfrey said, "Or at least kept her unconscious. Maybe then none of this would have happened."

Harry looked at the concern in the school's nurse face and knew she did what she had to do. "You had no reason to. It's just the way things happened. This is definitely not your fault."

"Thank you Harry," Madame Pomfrey said, "You've spent so much time under my care Harry, I've grown quite attached to you." She turned and looked at the Delacours. "They were very concerned about you. Outside of the short time they met with their parents, they never left your side. Even when we gave them the sleeping drought, they fell asleep looking at you."

"I…I'm sure it's something to do with the bond," Harry said.

"Maybe, but Harry," Madame Pomfrey started. "I've been in charge of this wing for a long time. I've seen a lot of loved ones at bedsides and I've become very good at reading emotions. I can tell they care about you."

Harry didn't reply to this but his eyes came back to the peaceful sleeping face of Fleur then over to Gabrielle. "Why?" Was his only thought but in itself it carried many more questions.

"So where is that dog of yours?" Madame Pomfrey asked. "He's been in here so much in the last couple of days that I've grown quite accustomed to him. Never seen a better trained animal. He would sit and stare at you for hours."

Harry smiled at the thought of his godfather watching over him while he slept. "I think he's in the Great Hall, I understand that he's been popular there as well."

"Yes he has been. Oh, and Harry when you get a chance, you might want to let Miss Granger know you're awake. Poor girl has been asking about you every couple of hours. I think since we didn't let your friends visit you they might have presumed something far worse has happened to you."

At the sound of Hermione's name, an image of her floated in Harry's mind, he felt her hand from earlier intertwined with his. "I've already spoken to her, she found me as I was walking to Professor Dumbledore's office."

"Of course she would," Madame Pomfrey said with a sad smile. "Now Harry, I need you to drink this potion and lay back down in bed for a few minutes."

Harry looked at the thick yellow concoction she handed him. "What does it do?"

"It's going to release your negative emotions Harry."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

Madame Pomfrey looked at Harry for a few seconds, "Albus was concerned that you might lose your temper before hearing all that you needed to know, so he had me administer a calming potion that keeps the more negative emotions like anger in check."

"But I got angry earlier at Ron, I–" Harry started, but then remembered how quickly the anger had disappeared.

"Then I would have hated to have seen you if your anger hadn't been bound Harry," Madame Pomfrey said. "The potion only diminishes the emotions, it doesn't eliminate them, but if you were angry enough to feel it while under its influence, it was pretty severe."

Harry thought of what had caused the anger. Ron had called Fleur and Gabrielle 'Veela girls' as if they were objects or prizes, but why would that have caused so great of an anger? Images came flooding into his mind as if the question had burst a dam. He was looking at the mirror of Erised three years previous with Dumbledore saying "You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you," Then he was in the tunnel between the shrieking shack and the Whomping Willow. Sirius, the man who only an hour earlier Harry knew to be a mass murderer only to find out differently, was telling Harry he was his guardian and offering to have Harry come live with him causing Harry's heart to explode in joy, and finally Harry saw in a single instant, every moment he had spent unloved at the Dursleys. Every birthday gone unnoticed, every Christmas without presents, and every achievement unrecognized or even ridiculed. Then again in his mind he heard Dumbledore's voice,

"The bond cannot be formed out of nothing, there must be love for the individual before it can start. The love might not have been deep or it might have been from the depths of their hearts but it was there."

"since the bond is permanent you would eventually probably marry them both."

Harry looked over at the sleeping Fleur and Gabrielle and realized that was what they were offering him, unwavering love and a promise of a family. His family, no not his, but for them to be a family.

Madame Pomfrey had been watching Harry as he seemed to wrestle with his thoughts, "Are you alright Harry?"

"I think I'll be fine, thanks," Harry replied as he climbed into his bed. He uncorked the vial and turned it upside down, allowing the thick yellow liquid to pour into his mouth. "Disgusting, but at least it's better than Skele-Gro." Harry thought as he swallowed. Almost instantly, he felt his anger and frustration open up and threaten to overwhelm him. "WHY?" It was more of a demand than a question now. "WHY is it always me?" He looked over at the Delacours, and that word floated up from the depths of his anger; 'family' and with it came a sense of calm that enveloped him.

As Harry laid there thinking his stomach gave another grumble reminding him of the coming dinner. "Madame Pomfrey, Professor Dumbledore is having a dinner prepared. Fleur and Gabrielle will need to be awakened soon."

"Oh, then I better start making the preparations," And she strolled back to her office.

It was twenty minutes later when Albus Dumbledore came through the hospital wing doors followed by Padfoot. Madame Pomfrey who had been keeping an eye on the door came out to greet him. "Ah Poppy," He said. "I think it is about time to awaken the ladies."

"Yes Albus, Mr. Potter informed me of such. It'll be a couple of more minutes before we can."

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