Hi Peanut here, long time reader and thought I'll take a stab at my own Fanfiction. This is a Harry/Fleur fic, I find writing French accents to be a lot harder than it looks, so I've left it as English and you'll just have to use your imagination that it's accented French. There will be swearing and violence so warnings there for those who don't like that. Not much really to say other than I hope you enjoy what my mind has made up.

Disclaimer: I do not own the sandbox that is Harry Potter. That's J.K Rowlings. I'm just playing in the sand and hopefully make something special.

Harry Potter and The Feathered Wings

'Bugger'

That pretty much summed it up for Harry Potter, the so called 'boy-who-lived' as he sat on a rock by the lake, holding a strip of cloth that had once been a part of his now ruined school uniform, to his swollen and cut cheek, trying in vain to stop the flow of blood.

'Bugger'

Just a few hours ago Harry was sat with his best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley watching with everyone else to see whose name will come out of The Goblet of Fire and be the champions of the Tri-Wizard tournament.

First name that came out of the Goblet was 'Victor Krum' the best Quidditch player in the world. Though to Harry he seemed a bit moody for having just had his name came out and slightly flat footed as he walked to the front, but even Harry couldn't deny that with the skills he showed on his broom at the world cup and the air of confidence that he radiated that the world famous seeker was a good choice to be Durmstrang champion.

Second name that came out was 'Fleur Delacour' the beauty of France. Harry still couldn't figure out why all the males (and a couple of females) were staring at her like a piece of meat. Though for all the beauty she seemed cold as ice when she asked for the French dish that Harry was about to try. Though it seemed that when her name was called out, her fellow peers of Beauxbatons didn't seem all that happy about her being their champion.

Third and what was thought to be the final champion 'Cedric Diggory' The Hotie of Hufflepuff. As he charged up to the front between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, high fiving students as he went and flashing his pearly white teeth, Harry thought that Cedric will do well in the tournament. Though not as famous as Krum or a divine beauty as Delacour, Cedric had the hidden strength that only came through hard work.

Then it all turned for the worst. The cup flared blue and a forth name came out. Even before Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry said the name, Harry knew it was his name. After three years of near death experiences, fights with evil Dark Lord, giant snakes, werewolf's, soul sucking creatures and in one case a rogue Bludger. Harry had developed a sixth sense of what he liked to call 'if there's a chance it will happen to me it will'.

'Bugger'

The next hours after that was still a blur. The headmaster rough handling him, demanding that he answer his questions, the disbelief that Harry was telling the truth that he didn't put his name in and that somehow he got past the age line of one of the most powerful wizard of all time. The 'little boy' comment from the ice beauty Delacour, the sneer and mutterings of 'just like his arrogant father' from his most hated person and potions master Snape and even being called an 'arsehole' from Cedric paled to the reception that Harry got once he made it to the Gryffindor common room.

The look of hatred that was directed at him from everyone as he stepped through the portal was enough to stop Harry dead. That sixth sense was kicking off again and once again that night Harry found himself in a position that he never thought he would be in. He didn't know which of his fellow house mates cast the first spell. Only that it was a cutting spell and caught him high on his cheek, but that seemed to release the flood gates and Harry was on the receiving end of some of the most painful curses that was taught at Hogwarts.

He tried to defend himself, but a Expelliarmus saw his wand in the hands of Hermione, who just stood and watched him with the same condescending look she gave him when she informed Harry last year that she had stolen his Firebolt to get it checked out.

Ron was at the front, red faced and bellowing out insults as he let fly with cutting curses. It was as if 3 years of being Harrys best friend meant nothing and the jealousy that Ron always tried to hide was too much, and exploded with so much fury that Harry would have been worried for his friends sanity if it wasn't for the fact that Harry was being sliced open in hundreds of places.

So Harry did the one thing that his pride would let him do. He stood up straight and let the pain wash over him. It wasn't like Harry didn't feel it, because he felt it alright, it was that he was so used to the pain from 10 years of the Dursleys 'love', that had just harden him and taught him not to show it.

Finally from what seemed like an age, but Harry expected it to of only lasted a minute, did the spells and curses stop. Silence was only broken from the heavy panting from those who had pushed their magic. While still covered in blood that had started to drip off him, Harry made his way to Hermione. Her eyes widen as he got closer, as if just realising the horror that she had just be part of. Without saying a word Harry just held out his hand for his wand. No words were needed, not that he thought he could speak, as it was taking all of his effort not to cry out in pain. Harry's wand jumped out of her hand and flew into his. Turning around he made is way outside to the rock he now sat on.

'Bugger that hurt' he thought. He wouldn't cry. He hadn't cried since he was 5 when he realised that no-one would come if he did, so he saw no point in it anymore.

"Hello Harry Potter" said a musical but cold voice from behind him.

Quicker than a blink of an eye, Harry was up on his feet with his wand out stretched with a curse on his lips. He would not be caught unawares again.

"Oh Mon dieu" it was the French champion, the coldness in her voice vanished with the shock of seeing him cut up so badly, she moved forward to grab hold of him as he looked like he was barely standing, not taking any notice of his wand. The only thing that she now only recognised of his from earlier was his green eyes, which were once bright with life that was the very window to his soul, but now only held a cold dark green look of contempt, surrounded be wet and dry blood.

"What do you want?" he snapped out, backing up a few steps away from her. He didn't want any help from anyone, and he most defiantly did not trust anyone who had only that night called him a little boy.

"Who did this to you?" she demanded. The shock making her accent even more pronounce.

"Why do you even care, as you've made it pretty clear I am only a 'leetle boy'." Anger started to bubble up. He had enough, the emotional and physical strain he had been through tonight was starting to catch up on him. "If you, princess, must know, this is how Gryffindor's deal with those that they believe are traitors" he all but spat out. He started to shake now, getting violently worse as his vision started to black round the edges.

"Arry calm down please, you don't understand. I was not insulting you, the fact is, you're only 14 in a tournament for adults, face it, you are a leetle boy. I'll get help but you must settle down before you make your self-worse" her panicked voice though was getting further and further away for him, he just couldn't make sense of things anymore.

'Bugger it all to hell'

Then suddenly the blissful darkness took him. Like a puppet that suddenly had its strings cut, Harry crumpled to the floor still bleeding and unconscious. Leaving a now, very panicked and distraught woman with his battered and broken body.

-[HP&TFW]-

The first thing Harry noticed when he came to, was the fact the he was laying on something soft and warm. Feel like his body aching was not a new experience for him. He could hear voices talking around him, though he couldn't understand what they were saying. With what seemed more effort than it should have been, he managed to open his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the white ceiling. Though that was all he could make out as he suddenly realised that he wasn't wearing his glasses as the world around him was burly.

'I must be in the hospital wing,' he thought. The next thing he made note of, was that for some reason it seemed like the room was brighter than it normally should be, and it smelt of lemon chemicals that he used for when cleaned up the house for Aunt Petunia.

'That's weird, I've never known Madam Pomfrey to use muggle disinfectant' Harry thought

"Ahh Mr Potter, I see that you are awake, please hold still while I make sure that you're ok." said female accented French voice from across the room. Turning his head to the side he could just make out a female shape making her way to him with her wand out.

"Where am I?" he inquired

"You, 'Arry Potter, have the privilege of being in the Beauxbatons clinic inside the carriage" said the voice on the other side of him. This did not surprise him as he long ago thought the carriage must be bigger on the inside to hold all the Beauxbatons students and teachers. Like how Mr Weasleys tent at the world cup looked like a two man tent but infact held plenty of space for all the Weasleys plus him and Hermione inside.

Turning his head to the other side, he could make out a woman with long blonde hair, but it was the musical voice that gave it away to who it was, though it seemed slightly warmer than it ever has been towards him.

"Can I have my glasses please Fleur? I'm pretty much blind without them." he asked

"I must remember that for when we are competing against each other in this tournament, no?" she chuckled.

Suddenly he felt the familiar weight of his glasses on his nose and the world came back into focus. He noticed the room was very much like the hospital wing at Hogwarts, though the room seem to be a lot smaller and there weren't as many beds. Though considering there were about 30 Beauxbaton students, he didn't think they needed one as big as the one in the castle.

As he watch the Healer, who he now noticed was in her late 20's with warm dark brown eyes with her long black hair platted down her back, Harry could only describe her as having that girl-next-door look, began waving her wand over him. He could see the frown beginning to form on her face.

"Mr Potter, Healer Page at your service. Your tests have come up with many strange and interesting results. Have you visited a Healer before dear?"

"Madam Pomfrey, the Hogwarts Healer, has been saying that if I visit her anymore she's tempted to but a plack above a bed with my name on it" he laughed as he said this. He really wouldn't put it past her to do it.

"Then I must go speak with Madam Pomfrey and compare notes, because your blood contains a fair bit of Basilisk venom and Phoenix tears, plus other things that I can't quite work out."

"Umm, I'm pretty sure she already knows since I suffered a Basilisk bite about a year and a half ago. If it wasn't for Fawkes, that's Professor Dumbledore's Phoenix, then I would've died" he said quietly. Though the horror on both the Madam Pages and Fleur's face would've made him laugh, if it wasn't for the fact that he suddenly realised the events that brought him here, even after all he's done for the school.

"So Fleur, umm... thank you for bring me here." he manage to whisper out. After all, his so called 'friends' turned their back on him and even cursed him. However this completely, yet beautiful, stranger, who seemed to always have the air of winter ice around her had gotten help and even stayed with him.

"You still have not told me how you managed to get so hurt, other than it was some sort of punishment from your house mates, and how did you manage to be bitten by a Basilisk, let alone be near one without dying?" she replied

"They aren't happy that my name came out the cup. Though they didn't really let me explain before they started to curse me. Hell they didn't even ask me questions, just started laying into me as soon as they saw me." Anger was starting up again, but he crushed it fiercely. Now wasn't the time to get angry. "Also my life at Hogwarts has never been easy, and this year seems to follow the same old pattern"

"Well Mr Potter" Healer Page suddenly cut in "I want you to take this sleeping draught potion and get a good night's sleep while I go talk the Hogwarts Healer. There's some other things I need to check out from the results which concern me, but don't worry, they're not life threating. So don't panic dear, you just rest up. Ms Delacour, I wonder if you're willing to stay here and look after the clinic again for me while I'm away. I shouldn't be too long."

After seeing the nod from Fleur and watched as Harry drunk the sleeping draught. Healer Page made her way out the clinic to get some answers.

"Well Fleur, I suppose I'm in your care again and at least I won't have to go back to the tower tonight. So goodnight Fleur, thanks again, for everything" Harry all but yawned as the potion started to kick in.

"Goodnight 'Arry, I'll be here when you wake up in the morning. Then you can tell me the full story about this Basilisk. Also I have some more things I need to ask you. You are not an ordinary wizard are you? You also intrigue me." she smiled at that last statement.

Harry couldn't help but blush and didn't know what to say to that, but lucky for him the sleeping draught had started to really take effect. With that, Harry laid down and felt his eyes start to close and before he knew it, he was off to the land of Morpheus. Where his dreams seemed to be just as confusing as he's life seemed to be.

There we go, first chapter. I found it hard to make the conversations flow at the start, but I think I got there in the end. I'm trying not to do to much bashing but it will be very much Harry on his own at the start.

So please like and review and i'll see you in the next chapter were things will start going AU on us.