Harry Potter: The Unchained Flower

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the items and such that is not and will never be used by J.K.R.

I have recently read a story from an author named Alexander Ravenhearst but sadly, he has taken this story down. So without his permission, I will try to continue this story in my own way due to it being a great plot and have [personally changed some details to accommodate my own plot for it.

Chapter One: The Fated Meeting

Harrison Potter was a strange man.

A strange man indeed considering the fact that he would always be secretive of his business inside and outside of town. But, apart from that, you would consider him to be a fairly decent young man.

By now, his neighbors would guess his age would be around twenty-two. They were right of course. At the ripe of age of twenty-two, one would think young Harrison would be out every night drinking and spending hard earned money with friends inside the local bars.

But that was not the case for this significant young man.

People inside the village would agree that young Harrison was an unusual boy of his age. Never drinking or out, running wild with the youngsters of his age, he was simply an enigma.

And enigma that caused most of the young women in the village to take a liking for.

Of course, his title and status was certainly part of him being a very sought after husband but women tend to ignore that fact and simply wanted to unravel the mystery that is Lord Harrison Potter.

-Potter Estate

"Harrison! Another letter from the Duke of Suffolk requesting you to reconsider the marriage proposal for his daughter, the Lady Lovegood." Was the first sound that Harrison woke up to.

Groggily, Harrison sat up from his bed and started stretching his arms and back. Noticing that something was missing, he stood up and rang a bell.

"Lord Harrison, you are earlier than usual today." A man wearing a sleeping gown and cap spoke at the door of the said room.

"Aunt Alice was particularly early with her mail today. Damned woman can't even give me a moments peace before waking me up with betrothal contracts. Can't she see I am not interested in marrying a woman I do not love, Master Neville?" Harry grumbled as he accepted a mirror from Neville.

Looking at the mirror, he saw himself; at least, his outer self that is always projected to the world. With bright green eyes and perfect, smooth skin, no wonder he is always being pinned for by women across the country. His hair, once untamable, was now pulled back into a ponytail with a wave of Master Neville's wand.

Wand.

Yes, as anyone with an ounce of logic would have guessed, he is a wizard. And what was the reason for Harrison's lack of response for the wand waving done by Master Neville? Simple really, Harrison, too, is of wizard-blood.

"Smooth wand movement Master Neville. A new spell I presume?" Asked Harrison as he put on his rings and robe.

Neville cracked a smile before replying in a cheerful tone. "Discovered it from a local merchant yesterday, My Lord. He guaranteed it would fix any hair anomaly."

Harrison sighed as he stood up and started walking towards the large balcony. His hair was always untamable. A trait passed down from Potter to Potter. It started from his Great-great-great-great and so on grandfather and was deemed incurable but here was a new spell that fixed everything. The Wizarding World seemed to be moving faster than expected but, no matter how fast, was still not keeping up with the muggle one.

He looked out towards the big patch of land he owned and saw his herd of Pegasus galloping around the large field. A little farther from his manors boundaries, he could see the village and the townspeople bustling around. Smokes can be seen clearly coming out of the chimney and the echo of church bells can be heard.

"What do you see Master Neville?" Asked Harrison as he motioned towards the field and looked inquisitively at the man he was with.

Neville, scrunching his face and went into a supposed thinking pose replied carefully "I see a meadow or a field and the village. I suppose I am missing something important again, My Lord?"

Harrison smiled and gazed towards the sky before replying "You are missing the greatest gift we, as humans, will ever receive in this world of ours Master Neville."

Neville, looking dejected that he did not get the exact answer, nodded once before asking slowly as to not disturb his Lord's concentration. "And what would that be exactly My Lord?"

"Life." Answered Harrison as he swept away from the balcony towards the door, swishing his cloak as he passed Neville.

Neville, himself, was only half surprised of his Lord's answer. Harrison had always been this way, spouting nonsense around whenever he felt like it. Ever since his parents death, he had completely changed from being the carefree young man to the serious and willful man he is today.

Neville sighed after recollecting his thoughts before following his Lord outside the room, into the Dining Area which Harrison would usually spend his mornings reading letters and burning them if necessary in the large fireplace that the room had.

-Potter Manor Dining Area

Just as Neville suspected, Harrison was already sitting at the head of the table shuffling through his mail with his mother handing them to him one by one.

"But you must respond to these letters Harrison! It would be rude not to even give them a response, even if it was a No." said Alice as she handed a few more letters to Harrison who was just chucking them into the fireplace behind his chair.

Harrison laughed out loud before replying in a mirthful voice "Aunt Alice, these are proposals for betrothal contracts which I specifically told the entire King's Court not to even try to send one for me."

Neville smirked at the situation happening in front of him before coughing to announce his presence and saying in a grave voice "But My Lord, it is expected of you to marry and produce an heir for your Dukedom."

Harry glared at the direction of his long time friend and companion before replying "As I have said in the last Court Meeting, I will not marry out of a contract but out of love. It was in the will of my late father and I agree with him wholeheartedly."

Everyone fell silent after that statement. Everyone in the household knew not to mention the late Duke and Duchess of Clarence for obvious reasons. Harrison took their deaths as his own fault that he could have rectified if he had been more careful at that time. He never forgave himself for it. The household, in turn, saw themselves as the reason for the Lord and Lady to die. They simply didn't do well enough and that led to the destruction of the family they were serving.

Harrison glanced towards the two and saw their long faces before realizing what he had done and tried to rectify his mistake by jokingly saying, "Well, even without fathers orders, I would have still married out of choice. I mean, look at granddad and grandmum. Too bloody exciting for my taste."

Both Longbottoms laughed at that statement. True, the grandparents of their current Lord did not agree much. Them agreeing would have caused a great stir in the household and the village if word got out.

Noticing the change of atmosphere, Harrison smiled before going back and sorting through his mail. Apparently, the Earl of Stockton had enclosed a portrait of his daughter in the mail, hoping to entice Harrison into agreeing. In fact, if Harrison were not so serious about marrying out of love, he would have already taken the offer the Earl was willing to give. The fact that his daughter was also a beauty; he would have been a very envied man.

"This Earl of Stockton, he tries so hard to make me agree to a marriage contract with his daughter." Harry commented lightly as he threw the letter and the portrait into the fireplace.

"My Lord, the Lady of Stockton is a beauty often sought out by suitors, why not accept the offer and be done with this madness?" Neville gestured towards the pile of unopened marriage contracts.

Harrison smirked before summoning his wand from inside his robes and pointed it towards the pile of letters. The letters burst into flames and was quickly turned to ashes before Harrison put his wand back into his pocket. Smiling, he turned towards the mother and son before grinning, "Problem solved!"

Shaking both their heads, the Longbottom matron got up and faced her son saying "How about you young man! When will you decide to marry and bless me with grandchildren? Heaven knows I deserve it."

Neville shifted uncomfortably from his spot before replying somewhat awkwardly "I will get right on it mother."

Harrison just smirked when he saw Alice nod in agreement with the response Neville gave. It never ceases to impress him how Neville can be so bold outside the house but when confronted with his own mother, cowers like a mouse.

"Now now Aunt Alice, I do remember a ball that I have to attend to this evening. Best prepare me for that before drilling Master Neville here of his relationship status." Harrison chided lightly, garnering a thankful smile from Neville.

Alice thought for a second before walking towards the door. Just as she reached it, she looked back and said "Your Magical Tutor will be here shortly, best be prepared when he arrives."

Harrison shot up quickly and rushed towards the door, not even looking as he crashed into several tables and servants who already knew why their young Lord was running and just smiled to themselves.

Neville himself started laughing when his mother disappeared through the door. He already knew that Harrison would run out as he did. Casting a listening spell, he heard Harrison curse and a loud crash signifying that his tutor was already waiting for him.

Satisfied that Harrison got his ass handed to him by his tutor, he got up and cleaned the ash that was left by the burnt letters and sighed. Harrison would have a long way to go to marry a lady and he could never marry before his Lord.

Life was just unfair.

-Night of the Ball

Harrison looked up once again and checked the clock that was standing near the entrance of his manor. He had been waiting for the time for the portkey on his hand to activate and bring him to the ball he had been dreading to go.

He looks towards the mirror to view, once more, his attire for the night. Alice had readied for him his usual dress robes. She already knew that Harrison disliked being singled out so she had prepared the robes with the colors he liked and would pass unnoticed by most people, green.

Harrison smiled at the sword he had fastened on his right hip. It was a medium sized sword unlike the rapiers that nobles usually had these days. Encrusted with jewels, it was the prized possession of the Potter Household, the Sword of Gryffindor.

A small tingle from his hand alerted him of the portkey being activated. He waved a good bye to Alice, who was standing by on top of the staircase beaming down at him. Alice, herself, waved back before Harrison disappeared in a flash of light.

-Palace of Versailles

Harrison landed smoothly from his portkey journey. He had always had the problem of landing on his ass on journeys such as this when he was a kid, but when you are already the head of your house and a Duke, landing on your feet was a must.

He shook his head and adjusted his clothes before looking up towards the palace.

The Palace of Versailles.

A simple yet elegant palace, which is warded heavily by the French Goblins themselves. Its walls, stronger than those of the English Palace's and yet much more artistic in nature. Unlike the English who value sturdiness and stability, the French value artistry more.

Walking slowly towards the double doors, which were now guarded by two Imperial Guards, he double-checked his signed invitation by the French King Louis XVI. He only met the man once but he certainly made an impression if he was invited to an all-French ball.

Reaching the doors, the one of the two guards held out his hand. Harrison, not knowing what to do, gave him the invitation and spoke in French saying "His Majesty King Louis XVI invited me himself to the ball."

The other guard, who was definitely trying not to laugh at the rusty French, nodded and gestured for him to go through the door.

Harrison, not knowing what to do, said a quick thank you and walked right in. Inside, he could see paintings hanging on each side of the wall. The corridor, in itself, was not long but the amounts of paintings hanging on each side were numerous. Finally, he reached the far end and saw another man wearing a somewhat funny suit gesturing for him to hurry up.

Reaching for the invitation once more, the man stared at him briefly before saying "I will announce your presence. Once finished, you will go down the staircase and greet the King and his family first before setting off on your own."

Harrison nodded in reply before breathing deeply. He would be announced. He was avoiding being recognized and here he was, waiting for the man to shout his name and status. Life couldn't give him a break.

The said man turned from his spot and shouted in a loud voice "Lord Harrison Evans Potter, Duke of Clarence!"

Harrison opened his eyes and started his decent. He was going to be hounded and he already knew it. The looks from all the French nobles were like daggers to him. Although nobody really was opposed to an English being invited, curiosity was still there.

King Louis, bless his soul, took the initiative to greet his guest. Those who saw him move, bowed low to show courtesy.

Harrison looked at the King and sighed in relief. At least there was someone he could talk to here. After reaching the bottom, Harrison bowed low and said "Thank you for inviting me Your Majesty."

The King pulled Harrison up and smiled at him before replying, "The pleasure is all mine, Lord Harrison! Now, come meet my wife and children! Everyone else, return to what you were doing before the Duke arrived."

The Queen and their children were quickly introduced to Harrison. As he suspected, there was a motive as to why he was invited to the ball and family introductions was not it.

"So Harrison, my husband tells me you have not found any women worthy of you." The Queen started as she looked at him straight in the eye.

Harrison glanced at the king who was preoccupied with one of his younger children before replying, "The King is right, I have not found a woman who I want to be by my side as of this moment."

The Queen smiled brightly before pulling a lady who was standing idly by herself and said in a cheerful tone "May I introduce the heiress to the Duchy of Britanny, Lady Fleur Delacour."

The lady in question just arched her brow and bowed slightly. Harrison, taking note of her reaction to him replied "Pleased to meet my Lady. I am sure you have already a sense of who I am?"

"The Duke of Clarence, Lord Harrison Potter. My pleasure to meet you." Fleur replied in a nonchalant manner.

Harrison smiled before observing her. Traditional blonde hair, blue eyes and a sharp face. A woman who must be sought after by most men in France.

"I'll leave you two to talk then." The Queen said and quickly turned around to find her husband and tell him the pairing was a success. God knows how long they have been planning this meeting for and it was time for a celebration.

Harrison glanced towards the said lady before saying "They have set us up."

"I know." Fleur replied as she looked around.

He, himself, looked around before asking, "Why are they setting you up though? I am pretty sure with a face like yours, you would have no problems in finding a husband."

"That is the problem. Every man either wants my position or my face as a trophy wife. I would have neither and have stayed unmarried. The question here is, why are you being set up? A face and a position like yours would have most women in England swooning." Fleur replied with a serious face.

Harrison smiled at the fact that this lady was almost like him. "Your problem is, alas, also my problem. Now, how about we dance to this melody before continuing our conversation. I believe from the looks of that man over there, he wants you for himself!" He whispered as he dragged the lady into the middle of the room.

Fleur looked towards the man Harrison had pointed before replying in a grave tone "That is Lord Draco Malfoy. A man whose head is bigger than his fortune. He is one of the suitors who I, unfortunately, had accidentally toppled a hot cup of tea on his pants."

Harrison laughed softly before replying "Such a waste of pants. Do be careful around me My Lady, I do not want my pants to be spilled on!"

Fleur just smiled, a true smile for the first in many years. The King and Queen saw this smiled at each other's success before the Queen spoke "The court will not like her to be married to an English noble."

The King just sighed before replying, "I know, my dear. But, for the sake of the happiness of my niece, I must do something about it."

-Sidelines

Draco Malfoy was angry. Worse even, he was furious! How dare the Englishman take his lady and dance with her! Even worse is that his lady agreed readily!

Lord Draco Malfoy, Comte de Toulouse, was always a pompous Lord. Never doing work and never caring for his workers, he only had one goal, which is to climb up the social ladder. And the fastest way he could do that is to marry the Lady Fleur and assume the title, Duke of Britanny.

And now, with the Lord Potter in his way, he must be more aggressive.

"You will be mine my flower. Whatever it takes."