A/N: So, it almost feels like I am repeating myself a wee bit, but oh well, here we go again. Sorry for the long, long, long, and possibly worthy of another long, wait for this, a teaser of the eighth actual chapter in my Harry Potter Saves Fleur and Has to Marry Her story. Damn Life Debts, they just cause so many problems. (*Author sighs theatrically*) I will be updating this story a little more frequently than the time between this chapter and the previous one (hopefully). I ask that you all remain patient with me.

Even though I haven't been updating as often as many of you, the avid readers (or is it rabid readers?, hmm, must consider this) would have liked, I hope that you can enjoy this chapter.

I have received a few complaints about Fleur's lack of an accent in my story. So, I decided to leave it up to you, my dedicated readers, to decide if I should go back and edit in her accent. Let me know via the poll that is on my profile. IF the vote comes back as "yes", I will be in serious need of a beta reader to assist me in getting it right.

I haven't been completely baby and new house focused over these months, as some of you who have reviewed have seen responses from me and little things fixed in some of the previous chapters. I would like to have a cover picture for this story but have yet to find any good ones of Harry and Fleur together. If one of you could find and/or come up with one (if you're talented like that), please send it to me via PM. I will look at all pictures sent and will select the one that I think fits the story best. I will be sure to give credit where it is due in the intro A/N for the chapter following when I select the picture. Thank you!

I have a sad announcement to make: It seems that my esteemed team of lawyers was unable to procure the licensing to the Harry Potter universe from J.K. Rowling. However, they did inform me that if I continue to write on a strictly "zero financial gain" basis, a.k.a. stick to fanfiction, then I was in the clear... Yay!

As always, read and enjoy, and if you can't enjoy mine, go read someone else's!

Getting to Know Each Other

The Next Morning

A Glimpse of Harry's Training

Fleur Delacour rolled over in the bed that she shared with her fiancé to avoid the midmorning sun that was making its presence known in the form of brilliant light streaming through a narrow crack in the curtains that had been drawn closed last night. Initially, she had rolled over to escape the sunlight so that she could sleep a little longer, but upon finding the other side of the bed empty and cool enough for it to have been empty for a while, any thoughts of sleeping in fled. Fleur sat bolt upright in bed, at once alarmed that her fiancé wasn't in bed with her and curious as to where he could be. She slid out from under the covers and off the bed, fully intent on changing her clothes and then finding Harry. Fleur had just pulled on the shirt that had been left out for her, this one a white version of the silver shirt she wore yesterday, when she heard a crack of apparation behind her. She spun and found herself looking at the Matron of the Potter Family House-Elves. If Fleur remembered correctly, the house-elf's name was Misty.

Misty looked up at the young lady who, though the Young Master and Missus had forgiven her, she hadn't, and said, "If Young Miss Flower will follow me, I's taken you to where Young Master is."

Fleur nodded to the elf, "Merci."

With that, the young Veela followed the House-Elf Matron out of the room she shared with Harry and down the hall towards the stairs. They descended the stairs in silence and Fleur followed Misty into a wing of the manor she hadn't visited yet. Of course, she had only been a guest of the Potters for a day and a half, or there about, so obviously she hadn't gotten to visit other parts of the house yet. As she followed Misty down the hallway, Fleur tried to think of a reason why her betrothed would have risen so early before she was shaken out of her reverie by Misty announcing, "Young Master and Missus is training in here. Young Mis Flower is asked to stay behind the red line on the floor or she could ends up needen Miss Poppy again."

With that said, the hose-elf opened the door and allowed Fleur to enter the room. Fleur had just turned to take in the appearance of the room when she saw a flash of blue spellfire speeding straight for her. Before she could react, the spell seemed to burst against an invisible wall directly in front of her. Coincidentally, the invisible wall seemed to be even with the red line that Misty had warned her about. Fleur didn't really notice the coincidence as she stood transfixed by what was occurring on the other side of what was obviously a form of containment ward.

She watched in awe as the battle between Harry and his mother seemed to ebb flow like the tides. One seemed to have the advantage one moment only to have it stolen by their opposite the next. Fleur lost track of how long she stood there watching the duel. Was it really a duel though? To her it seemed to be more of a dance between two equals. It was clear to her that both combatants were intimately familiar with how the other fought. The two seemed to dance around the floor, the air between them constantly filled with the multicolored flashes of spellfire, their styles complementary yet different. Lady Potter's style was one of speed and power combined in such a way as to form a graceful yet deadly dance like a hawk on the wind before it strikes. Harry's seemed to also be made of equal parts speed, power, and accuracy combined to create a style that was both brutal in its offensive abilities and efficient in that there seemed to be very little if any wasted movements.

She watched as Harry sent a series of spells at his mother, his wand a blur. Fleur watched as Lady Potter brought her wand up with a flourish, erecting a semi-transparent shield just in time to protect herself from the flurry of spells. She watched as most of Harry's spells impacted Lady Potter's shield, each one causing the shield to visibly weaken. Then finally, the last spell to hit Lady Potter's shield shattered it, forcing her to dive to the side to avoid the second salvo of spells that Harry was launching. Fleur watched as Lady Potter rolled to her side as spells left scorch marks on the stone floor in her wake. As the elder Potter came to her feet out of her roll, she launched a stream of daggers out of her wand at her son. Fleur almost screamed when she saw the daggers flash across the space between the two Potters. She saw her fiancé grin as he waved his off-hand in an almost dismissive gesture and shouted, "Llofruddio brain (Murder of crows)!"

Fleur watched as every single one of the daggers flying across the room suddenly became individual crows, who then reversed course and flew back towards Lady Potter. She watched as Lady Potter reacted by using her wand as a flamethrower to try to incerate the crows flying at her. What she failed to notice was that that spell was immediately followed by a chain of a spells that Fleur recognized as a blasting hex, stunner, disarming charm, full body bind hex, and the levitaiton charm. Fleur watched as the blasting hex sent the distracted Lady Potter airborne, the stunner effectively ending the fight, the disarming charm sent Lady Potter's wand sailing away from her, thick ropes wrapping around her as the full body bind hex hit, and the leviation charm keeping the now unconscious and bound Lady Potter from slamming into the ground. She watched as Harry carefully lowered his mother to the floor, a grin spreading across his face.

Fleur was about to ask why Harry was grinning when she saw him flick his wand and Lady Potter's hair changed to what Fleur could only describe as a very, very, and possibly worthy of another very, violent shade of almost-neon orange, her dress from the plain black that it was to what Fleur could only describe as a zebra-striped scarlet and gold pattern. As she looked at Harry, he waved his off-hand in her direction and said, "Chwalu'r wal (Shatter the wall)."

Fleur watched as the red line that seemed to stretch the length of the floor, extend up both walls, and along the ceiling, turned from red to an almost royal blue in color. She watched as Harry moved over to where his mother's wand had landed, picked it up, and walked across the floor to where his mother was lying unconscious. Fleur approached him and asked, "Why did you change the color of your mother's hair and clothes? You had already won the duel."

Harry looked at his fiancé and chuckled, "Well, good morning to you too. It's a little deal we have had since we started my combat training when I was ten. If my mum beats me, she gets to change my hair and clothing color for the day, and if I beat her, then I get to do the same."

Fleur looked back down at Lady Potter, "So, does she have to stay like that all day?"

Harry gave her that same grin that she had seen the various members of his family wear at one point or another, "The deal is that we have to stay like that for the day, no matter what is going on."

He chuckled for a moment, "One time she had to go to an investigation in Glasgow with pink Auror robes and matching hair."

Fleur looked at him, "You're joking, surely?"

Harry let out a short laugh before giving his fiancé a single word answer, "Nope," making sure to pop the 'p'.

Fleur looked back down at her soon-to-be mother-in-law as Harry waved his wand and used a silent reviving spell on his mother, who came awake with a jolt. Lady Potter sat up as her son vanished the ropes from the full body bind and looked around before her violet eyes settled on the two teenagers, one who was wearing the typical Marauder's grin and the other was looking on with a look of shocked interest.

Bellatrix looked from her son to his fiancé and asked, "So Fleur, how bad is it?"

Fleur didn't answer immediately as she conjured a hand mirror and handed it to Lady Potter. Fleur watched as Lady Potter studied herself in the mirror for a few moments before looking back up at her son, sarcasm coloring her voice as she spoke while rising to her feet, "Really, Chudley Cannons Orange and Gryffindor scarlet and gold? Really? You couldn't come up with anything more original?"

Harry grinned at his mom and said, "Nope. It's especially fitting today since you have the privacy box tickets for the pre-season match between the Cannons and your favorite team, the Harpies."

Bellatrix just sighed and rolled her eyes at her son before turning her attention to his fiancé, "So, I take it that the two of you have made up."

Fleur nodded as a small smile graced her features, "Oui. After our talk last night, I was informed by my fiancé that we are going on our first official date today."

Lady Potter turned her attention back to her son while arching an eyebrow, "Oh really, and when was said fiancé going to mention something to his mother, before or after he changed her hair and clothing colors to what they are now?"

Harry chuckled nervously, "Uhh... after?"

A/N #2: Hopefully all of you liked the teaser of the next chapter. I hope to have this one finished and beta'd within the next couple of weeks.