Hey, everyone! Mystery Critic here, back at you with the first rewrite for a chapter of Ma Fleur, Ma Ange, Ma Tout. I had been corrected about that several times, and so, I fixed it. This will be the first chapter, and I will be ripping the whole story down to rewrite some things, make things a little smoother, and even things out. If you are reading this story for the first time, welcome, and I hope you enjoy it. If you are coming back, bear with me on the rewrites, and I will be going through all of the old chapters and fixing grammar mistakes as best as I can! Correcting the grammar and spelling mistakes have been a long time coming, and it's finally here! As for the disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. Anywho, now that we've got all that out of the way, sit back, relax, and enjoy the first rewritten chapter of Ma Fleur, Ma Ange, Ma Tout!

Chapter 1

Harry sits on the couch, his parents on either side of him. His father is reading the latest daily prophet as he has his evening tea and his mother is reading a book on charms. Harry sighs as he focuses back on his book of brooms. Suddenly they heard a banging at the door….

Harry awoke as the banging on his bedroom door intrudes in on his dreams, Vernon's voice booming through the thin wood.

"Wake up, boy!" He yells, continuing to pound on the door. "If you don't get up now, we won't be able to beat the bloody traffic!"in

"I'm up!" Harry snaps back, sitting up and rubbing his temples. "I'm getting dressed now."

"Alright, hurry up then!" With that, the loud, thumping footsteps of his "uncle" recede from in front of his door as Harry sighs, frustrated, running his hands through his raven black hair. He's been dreading this trip to France for the last two weeks, and the depressive day had finally shown it's ugly face. He never had the best time on vacations, the majority of them consisting of coming back to this awful place and suffering the abuse of his so-called family.

He stands up and stretches, groaning as his muscles adjust to being awake once more. He removes his pajamas, putting on a gray t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans both too big. He throws last minute things into his trunk and drags his trunk down the stairs and waits in the foyer for the rest of the Dursley's to finish getting ready. They walk into the foyer and stop in front of him as they stare at him. Petunia scoffs, obviously appalled by Harry's lack of proper clothes. Dudley puffs out his bulbous chest, proud of his fancy cardigan, vest, and corduroy slacks. Vernon stares down at his trunk, his face turning red and seeming to inflate as he points at it.

"Why are you bringing that thing?" he spits out, his face resembling a steamed beet. "I thought you weren't going back until September!"

"I told you already," Harry said, sighing in frustration as he stares at Vernon, his emerald eyes piercing through him as he snaps back. "After we get back from France, I'm going to the Burrow for the rest of the summer, remember? You won't have to deal with me once the trip is over."

Vernon opens his mouth as if to say something, then closes it and whacks Harry hard across the face, causing him to fall to the ground groaning. Harry quickly gets back up to avoid being kicked and wipes away the tears that sprung to his face; "Watch your tone boy" Vernon warns, then motioning for them all to leave. Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley put their suitcases next to the car, while Harry remains inside and looks down at his suitcase.

He waves his hand over it slowly, concentrating hard as he focuses his magical energy through his hand. After a few tries, the suitcase jumps up from the ground, shrinks down to the size of a small lighter, and he slips it into his pocket, mentally thanking Lupin for giving him tips on how to avoid the trace. Without performing an actual spell, and focusing completely on intent, he was able to circumvent the trace. He might try his best to behave most of the time, but he would never stop being a Marauder. Harry walks outside and Vernon calls out to him.

"Boy!" He snaps, "Put the bags in the boot," Vernon says as he walks past locking the door. Harry loads the bags into the boot before shutting the door. He slides into the car behind Vernon, his legs uncomfortably folded to make room for Vernon's girth. He even had the car modified but his size was still too much for the stylish four-door, and the car purrs to life, pulling away from Number 4 Privet Drive.

After several hours of driving, Petunia's squeaky voice chimes in, pointing out the window.

"Oh look, Diddykins!" She squeals, pointing at the sign coming up. "We're coming up to the ferry now!"

Dudley looks out the window, a bewildered look on his face as he stares at the ferry. Harry couldn't see how Dudley could be so interested in a stupid boat. After a few minutes of slowly driving down to the beach, the sand spitting out behind the tires as he tries driving on the sand, Vernon steers the car down the pier up to the ticket booth and rolls down the window.

"Yes, hello. May I have four tickets, please?" He asks, the best smile on his face as he talks to the saleswoman. She turns around and looks at him, darting her brown eyes up and down quickly, assessing him as she blows a bubble with her gum. As it pops she scoffs and rolls her eyes with a nod, eliciting a chuckle from Harry. Vernon hands over the money to the girl and she hands back four tickets. He nods a little and pulls away from the booth. The car pulls up onto the ferry and Vernon cuts the engine, sighing as he looks towards Petunia and Dudley.

"Are we ready for a great family vacation?" He says smiling at them. After they both clap and smile at him, he turns to Harry. "I hope you're going to behave, boy. I don't want to have to regret bringing you along. Understood?"

Harry nods stiffly, opening the door and getting out of the car to stretch his legs after the long drive through the English countryside. He moves up to Vernon's window and knocked. Opening the door, Vernon got out and glowered at him.

"Yes, boy?" He said, clearly annoyed.

"I'm just going to wander around. Maybe go to the front and watch the water." Vernon opens his mouth to protest, but Harry cuts him off.

"Don't worry, I won't get into any trouble, I won't speak to anyone unless spoken to first, and I'll mind my own business. I won't do anything to embarrass you, I promise."

"I, well..." Vernon nods, and motions for him to go. "Off with you, then."

"Thank you," Harry said, turning heel and walking off towards the bow of the boat, not turning back as he already starts smiling, happy that he is going to have at least an hour and a half of peace before they're in France. Harry walks for a few minutes until he comes across a couple of boys surrounding a beautiful young woman, ogling at her like they were staring at Aphrodite. He could understand why, as she was incredibly gorgeous, almost perfect. Her silvery blonde hair flowed down to her waist, shining in the sun as she flips it, trying her best to ignore the boys.

She looks to Harry and their eyes meet, sapphire eyes clashing with his emerald, a blush creeping across his cheeks before he turns his face away and keeps walking past her. He continues on until he reaches the bow railing and leans against it, staring out at the water as it parts around the hull. Harry looks to the side as the beautiful young woman from before leans against the railing next to him, staring at him for a moment before saying something to him in French.

"I'm sorry, but I don't speak French," Harry says, remembering his promise to Vernon about not speaking to people he starts turning to walk away.

"Forgive me." She says, her voice an ethereal jingle that sent shivers throughout his body and kept his feet rooted to the ground. "I was 'oping to find someone 'ho could speak French, but so far everyone 'as just ogled at me. Anyway, my name is Fleur Delacour. May I ask your name?"

"Well, I see no problem with that." He responded, turning around and taking her extended hand gently. Now that he couldn't leave on the polite premise of not speaking French it would be rude to leave and rudeness would be embarrassing, thought Harry. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you."

Fleur nodded and says; "Arry Potter? That's a nice name." As she smiled the wind off the channel's water blew Harry's and Fleur's hair around, revealing Harry's scar. Fleur stares in shock for a moment, and before Harry could ask if she was alright she suddenly withdrew a wand and waves it around them, a slightly opaque bubble forming around them. When she looks back down, Harry has his wand out and pointed at her, the tip glowing red.

"Wait, I'm a witch! I don't want to harm you. I just put up a privacy ward." Fleur explains quickly as she stares down his wand.

"Wait, you know me?" Harry says, raising an eyebrow at the gorgeous young woman. As he looked around people were just avoiding them even Dudley who was no more than 10 feet away. He focuses back on Fleur. "So you're a witch?"

"But of course!" She says, flipping her hair behind her back. "One of ze best in my year at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic here in France. What about you? Do you go to 'Ogwarts?"

"Yeah, I do," Harry says, chuckling sheepishly as he rubs the back neck. "So, what are you doing here? Why aren't you in France?"

"Ah, well…" She says, looking away in embarrassment. "Zat would be a bit of a personal question, I'm afraid."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He says, putting his hands up defensively. "I didn't mean to intrude. I can leave if you want me to."

"Non, eet's fine." She says, looking up and smiling a little. "I could use ze company. Zat iz, if you don't mind."

"I wouldn't mind at all..." He says, another blush creeping up on his face.

"You are quite, comment tu dis*… Adorable, I believe, ze phrase is?" She says teasingly, gently tapping her finger against the tip of his nose. "Oui, you are adorable when you blush, Monsieur 'Arry Potter."

"Just Harry, if it's okay." He says, shaking the blush off and smiling up at her.

"'Arry eet iz." She says, smiling brilliantly. Harry looks into her eyes as she smiles, his mind going out the window as all he can see is her bright sapphire eyes. As he stares, an unfamiliar feeling washes over, like everything he knew no longer existed, while everything that ever would be was there in her eyes. As he falls deep into the spell of her eyes, he doesn't hear her calling to him, or the water, or the honking of the boats' horn. "Arry, are you alright?"

"Huh?" He says, snapping back into reality, the feeling disappearing as he shakes off what just happened. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just zoning out for a second."

'Well, then.' Fleur thinks, staring at him up and down with an appreciative look. "Eet's not often someone just zones out around me Monsieur Potter" Fleur smiles as Harry's blush renewed.

"Anyway..." Harry says, starting to engage in a conversation back and forth with her about Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. After a while, Harry is the one talking as Fleur is just staring at him, listening intently and nodding. Harry notices and blushes, looking away. After a few moments, he speaks up, breaking the silence and blushing, noticing the way she was looking at him.

"So, the blokes really like you, don't they?"

"Well, of course, zey do." She says, getting a raised eyebrow from Harry. "I am a Veela, after all."

"What's a Veela?" He asks, cocking his head a little. "Is that some kind of French Ministry position, or something?"

Fleur starts laughing, a wondrous sound that fills the air, even more beautiful than the peals of bells in the countryside.

"Non, silly boy." She says, wiping away a tear that had formed on her cheek from the laughter. "A Veela iz a magical creature. We are always beautiful women 'ho 'ave an allure on almost all men, and some women, as well. 'Owever, if you make us angry, you will regret it."

"What happens if one of you gets angry?" He asks, gulping and blushing as she gives him a sultry look, her sapphire eyes darkening a little as her voice lowers to a purr.

"Maybe one day you can see for yourself, mon cher.**" She says, raising an eyebrow when all he does is blush while her allure is on full strength.

"Very interesting..."

"W...What is?" He says looking up, a bright blush still on his face.

"Well, ze fact zat you are still standing, for one." She smiles when a confused look appears on his face. "Ze allure I just told you about eez iz at eet's strongest, and zat would drop most full-grown men to zeir knees, to say nothing of 'ormonal teenagers. Ze fact zat you are unaffected by eet eez very interesting."

"Why's that?" He asks, his intrigue increasing as he looks at her inquisitively.

"It might mean somezing or nozzing at all," Fleur responds looking him up and down. "It might mean my magic 'as chosen to bond to you, or you are in love wiz someone else." She explains.

"But… Why would it be someone like me?" He asks, his previous composure falling for just a moment, but it was long enough to see the sadness and fear that was hiding behind the mask. Fleur sees through it for a moment before the mask was back in place.

"What do you mean, 'Arry?" She asks, looking into his eyes worry and overtaking her before a voice calls out from several yards away.

"Boy!" Vernon yells from out of sight. "We're almost there. Get over here and get in the car!"

"I've got to go…" He says, sighing as a cold and emotionless mask appears on his face, turning to go back. Fleur gasps slightly as this new mask appeared sniffing all life from his eyes. "It was one of the biggest pleasures of my life to talk to you. This is goodbye, I guess."

"Non, wait!" She says, grabbing his wrist and spinning him around. She pulls out a small piece of paper and a muggle pen from her satchel, writing something down on the paper and folding it, placing it in his hand.

"I want to talk to you again, 'Arry. Zis is my address 'ere in France. Send me a letter whenever you can, oui?"

"Oui." He says, a smile creeping back on his face before it shatters and is replaced with that same cold face when Vernon calls out again.

"I said get over here, boy! NOW!" He sighs and turns back around and walks back towards the source of the horrible voice.

'Ze Boy 'Ho Lived…' Fleur thinks, watching him walk back. 'But why is he so sad? I must tell maman about him. Maybe she can cast light on this. But perhaps a trip to a friend. Harry was her destined after all, and a gift was in order.'

Well, everyone. That's the rewrite to chapter one with grammar and spelling mistakes fixed. I hope you all enjoyed it. I hope you all enjoy the rewrites, and I will see you all next chapter. This is Mystery Critic, signing off.