Disclaimer: I don't know how this works and I don't really feel like going back through stories to look at a disclaimer. I guess though just like… I don't own any Harry Potter characters, JKR does.

A/N: This is my first story. Go easy on me, or don't. Criticism is appreciated. If I judge this to be bad enough (way to cliché, or OP Harry), I might scrap the story and restart. There have been a couple of ideas I've been playing with. But, seeing as after a year of telling myself I would write the story, I probably won't do that. Personal note: For some reason, I like Fleur/Harry, so things I post in the near future (maybe not in the far future), will probably also be that pairing. Like I said, criticism is appreciated, like, some things I was worried about when writing this was if the timing of people saying certain things made sense, or if certain aspects make sense. PSA: I don't PLAN on Harry being OP. So… yea. Enjoy I suppose?

Fleur's POV

*Huff… huff

Fleur Delacour cursed herself for getting into this position. Right now, she was running away from… whoever those hooligans were. She heard her father hiss, "Mangemorts" before he and her mother had run off to help fight them off and help anyone who needed it. She was supposed to run with her sister Gabrielle to the forest.

Problem one: Gabrielle had sprained her ankle on a tent stake and Fleur could not just leave her sister behind.

Problem two: Gabrielle's cry of pain had attracted a couple of the attackers to their predicament, and Fleur could not see her parents anywhere.

And so it was that she found herself with Gabrielle on her back, running away, knowing full well what might happen to her and her sister should they be caught.

Fleur suddenly cried out as a burst of pain shot through her leg, and she and Gabrielle fell to the ground in a tumble. Fleur hissed in pain as she moved her leg to get a better look, she noticed that is was broken. 'A bone breaker,' she thought numbly.

"Run Gabrielle."

"What?" Gabi was crying at the state of her sister, pleading with her to get up.

"Just run. I can't do anything like this, it's better if they only get one of us."

"B-but-"

"GO!"

Gabrielle looked back at her sister with tears in her eyes, before taking off for the forest.

Fleur sighed, and started crying, tears running down her dirt-smeared face. She steeled herself as she could feel her pursuers getting closer. They all stopped a short distance away.

"Well looky 'ere, looks like we got ourselves a little bird." The man in front grinned wildly, before beginning to walk forward.

Quick as a snake, Fleur whipped out her wand and fired a reductor at the man. His comrades, if they could be called that, looked back at the mess that was their friend, before snarling and sending hexes her way.

"That little bitch. Don't kill her. I'll make her pay for killing Ribes."

Fleur considered herself to be one of the best duelers in Beaubaxtons, but not even she could outduel 10 fully fledged wizards. It wasn't long before a tripping hex sent her sprawling to the floor, her balance already precarious from her broken leg, and a quick "Expelliarmus" ripped her wand away from her and into the hands of her attackers.

Once the spell fire stopped, the group of men started to advance on her, smiling lecherously, and Fleur found herself dreading what was about to happen, and simultaneously praying that Gabi was able to get away. As they got closer, she could see that her Allure was affecting them, perhaps more than usual. Was it spinning out of control because of her fear? Either way, she did not like to look into the glazed over eyes of her attackers.

"Well, this doesn't look very nice, now does it?"

11 heads looked to the side to a hooded figure standing not far off.

At the voice, Fleur had been filled with hope, but those were dashed once she looked at the figure. He was a young man, if he could be called that, and he was only one person. She could catch just a hint of blonde hair coming out from under the hood.

"Piss off boy. The adults here are having fun, aren't they deary?"

At this, the ringleader started to reach his hand out towards Fleur-

…

only to have his hand fall at Fleur's feet.

Fleur didn't know whether to be sick, or happy. But either way, the screaming of the man, whose name was Cicero if the yelling of his companions was anything to go by, tore her gaze away from the dismembered limb and towards the group and the boy.

"Stupefy." "Incarcerous." "Reducto" "Tarantellegra." "Diffindo." "Ossis Effergo." "Bombarda."

The group started shouting out spells, all aimed at 'Player 3'.

Fleur could see her own shocked face reflected when the hooded figure lazily waved his hand and a wall of ice appeared, stopping the spells in the tracks. Her reflection was soon destroyed however as more spells came crashing into the wall, the attackers not intimidated in the slightest, hurling powerful, darker spells towards the wall.

Fleur attempted to warm the man that his wall was getting destroyed, before she noticed a smirk on his face, just not covered by his hood. What she failed to notice before now caught her eye, as the hundreds, thousands of shards of ice were actually going towards the man.

Right as the wall shattered and the group smirked in triumph, the man used the lull to point his wand at Fleur and mutter "Accio," before curling his hand in.

Fleur found herself flying towards the figure and then her view of the attackers was cut off as suddenly, thousands of shards of ice starting to violently whirl around her savior, she hoped it wasn't too early to call him that. Above the din of wind and ice, she could hear her attackers curse and start up the barrage again.

Her savior just smiled and looked at her. At this point, he turned to her and spoke. "Don't worry, this wall will hold and absorb more spell fire."

In the back of her mind, Fleur registered that the voice belonged to that of someone very young, younger than herself, but, already reeling more magical exhaustion and blood loss, she could only nod her head. Her vision was starting to blur, so she couldn't get a good read on her savior. All she could see was the blonde hair that she spotted earlier, along with a big blur of bright blue and a smaller orb of blue that she assumed was his eye. If she didn't know any better, she might've thought he was a relative!

The man just looked back at his whirlwind of ice, before waving his hand, forming 10 icy spikes from the shards that were whirling around.

Fleur widened her eyes again as she was able to make it that almost all of what he had done was wandless.

With another wave, the ice spikes shot out of the whirlwind, and seconds later, the spellfire stopped. The wind died down, the ice disappeared, and the hooded man was the only one left standing. Fleur looked around and noted the abandoned and smoking ruins of the campsite in the distance.

The man turned towards her, a grin on his face and wanted pointed at her, and for a moment, she was afraid that she had traded one attacker for another.

"Somnus."

Before long, Fleur was asleep. He then waved his wand, rudimentarily healing the leg and setting it. Healing was not his expertise. He then picked up the girl.

As he started walking back towards the campsite, the white-blonde hair that was poking out turned black, the blue light fading, and his glowing blue eyes fading back to the emerald green he was born with.

When he reached the medical tent, he raised his wand up, producing a bang. He saw several medi witches and wizards, along with Aurors come out with their wands raised. A blonde haired woman and brown haired man came out, the woman the spitting image of the girl he held in his arms.

"DON'T FIRE!" the Frenchman shouted, seeing his daughter in a stranger's arms.

"What do you want?" he asked, not being able to see the figure's face.

The man simply laid Fleur down and disapparated without a sound, leaving a score of people in stunned silence.

Jean Sebastian kept his wand trained on the spot where the man had disappeared from, before starting to slowly circle around, ready for any attack. Then he signaled for the Aurors around him to cover him while he rushed to his little girl.

When he got to her, he cast an "Ennervate," and Fleur's eyes slowly opened.

"Papa."

"Oh, Fleur I was so worried! When your sister got home without you, she was sobbing and talking about how you told her to leave you behind and, well, I feared the worst."

"It's okay Papa, I had too, but then that man saved me. Where is he?"

"A man had dropped you off earlier, but then disappeared as suddenly as he appeared."

"Oh." Fleur looked ever so slightly" downtrodden. She then perked up. "Maybe you can help me find him! He was young, probably around 15. He had blonde hair, and blue eyes. But, not like mine. They were colder, harder, more like the sky than my sapphires.""

Despite the seriousness of the situation that just happened, Jean Sebastian couldn't help but cracking a small joke. "My, Fleur, I do believe that this is the most interest you've shown in a male in a long time."

"It's not like that Papa! It's just that I would have liked to thank him." She lightly slapped him, but even that sudden action left her feeling slightly light headed.

"Ok there flower, let's get you inside the tent and treated. It looks like you may be suffering from anemia there."

Fleur kept talking as he led her to the medical tent. "I want you to look for him. Not just for me. He is very powerful. He took on 10 wizards at once."

As Jean Sebastian gave her away to the medi-witch, he was left to ponder his daughter's words.

10 wizards at once… Not an easy feat at all. As one of the more experienced members of the Ministère de la Loi Magique, even I could probably take one 5 wizards at maximum. To say that a young boy did it… She might have been addled from the blood loss, or the person could have been wearing a glamour. I'll ask her when she wakes up for more detail."

Meanings:

Mangemort: Death Eaters
Ministère de la Loi Magique: Ministry of Magical Law.
While Britain's Government is set up in departments, France's is Ministries.
At times, when I think it's appropriate, I'll use the French word, but usually it will be English