A/N: I'm blown away by the responses from the last chapter! You inspire me to continue writing and producing the best work I possibly can so thank you all so much for your reviews, likes, and follows.

QTdrum: Don't worry I plan on finishing this story 🙂 I'm not sure if I will delve into Day and her background because I want the main focus of this fic to revolve around Hermione and Fleur. Although she has been relevant to the story, Day has been seen a lot rather than our two girls. I might consider it later, but I'm not sure yet.

After the girls were in the tower a day goes by until Gabrielle shows up at dinner. I went back and edited some in case that wasn't clear.

Kpop1392: No Gabrielle will not be transferring to Hogwarts. The main reason is that Fleur came to Hogwarts to begin anew, to start fresh. This can't happen if her little sister follows her. You will understand more by the end of this chapter. Hopefully I'll get around to writing more about Day and her crush by the next chapter, but no promises. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Checkpointcharlie127: Thank you. I will watch out for that. It's a habit I couldn't shake and even though I could edit this multiple times, there will still be errors.

Person of No Interest: I agree that Slytherins have a bad reputation and with some students it does have validity, but I think that the books were somewhat harsh on the house. All Slytherin students can't be as evil as they are made out to be. I believe that most were groomed since birth to think they are superior because of their blood status, which makes them assholes, not evil.

Anyway, lets continue.

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She strode resolutely towards the Slytherin table when Fleur spotted her and stood; raised brows the only evidence of her surprise. Her head was held high with her hands on her hips as the mini Fleur reached the Slytherin table. The younger girl stopped and they stood on either ends of the table in a short stare down, neither blinking or saying a word.

Suddenly the younger girl broke the silence and spoke rapidly in French. "Why did you not write?" She said it softly, almost a whisper, the anger clearly evident, but the Great Hall was so quiet everyone could hear.

"Why are you even here?" replied Fleur evenly.

"Because you have not written. We need to talk." The young girl, obviously frustrated with her reply.

"Not here. Come." Fleur brushed passed the miniature version of herself and walked to the exit. The girl threw her hands up in clear exasperation and followed.

The two brezed out of the Great Hall in unison, the smaller trailing behind slightly, all eyes glued to their backs. It wasn't until the doors closed behind them and they were alone that Fleur grabbed the younger girl tightly by the arm, dragging her to a sudden stop.

"Gabrielle, why are you here?" she asked again.

The young girl yanked her arm from her sister's vice grip and rolled her eyes. "I told you Fleur, we need to talk."

"You could have sent an owl." The frustration could almost be heard slipping through her usual monotone voice.

"I've sent you owls. You never replied." She crossed her arms in clear agitation, eyebrows furrowed.

"I would have if you told me you were coming to Hogwarts."

"So that's what it takes for my own sister to respond to my owl, petty threats and accusations?"

Fleur's jaw snapped shut, cutting off the retort on her tongue and she had enough decency to look sheepish. It was true that her family has tried to contact her many times during her time at Hogwarts, but she could not bear to respond. How could she tell them that she was having difficulty adjusting, how painfully lonely she was, or how after two years without an incident, she lost control after only two weeks at the castle? She was ashamed. This should be a new life for her, a new beginning, and she was failing. How could she bare to tell them?

Gabrielle noticed the flash of hurt in Fleur's eyes and sighed. "Cutting off your family is no way to deal with your problems Fleur, you know this."

At that moment the doors to the Great Hall opened as two Ravenclaw girls stepped out having finished dinner. They froze with a curious gaze when they spotted Fleur and Gabrielle standing just a few steps away.

"Let's go somewhere more private." Fleur whispered taking her sisters hand and leading her away from the slacked-jawed Ravenclaws who watched them leave.

At first Fleur begun to lead Gabrielle to the Slytherin common room with the idea of continuing their conversation in her room, however she changed her mind, walking instead of the castle altogether. It was a beautiful, clear evening. The air was crisp and fresh and when they stepped outside she took a lungful, helping to clear her head. She led the younger girl to the lake, which was beautifully reflecting the vibrant reds and yellows of the setting sun.

Her hands shook slightly as her sister stood before her. She felt silly for feeling nervous. Once upon a time speaking to her sister came so naturally. As children they shared a bedroom as children, even though their home had plenty of space for them both. In the end this solidified the friendship between the two.

They stood for a moment near the lake, waiting in silent regard for the other to break the calm.

It was Gabrielle who spoke first. "The lake. It is pretty yes?

"Yes, it is." replied Fleur flatly.

Gabrielle scrutinized her sister for a moment before continuing. "You've changed. Where's your passion? I show up at your school unannounced and all you do is stand there indifferent and emotionless. I look at you now and only see a shadow of your former self. " She paused in order to gaze at her sister once more. Although the face was so familiar, a stranger stood before her staring blankly off in the distance refusing to meet her eye. "What happened to you?"

"You know exactly what happened." A slight growl slipped through her tight control.

"It's been two years Fleur, you need to forgive yourself. I have long ago. I just want my sister back." Sorrow gripped her chest, tightening it painfully as she watched her sister so closed off to her.

"That is something I can never do. I've made my bed, I need to lie in it. This is something I will always carry with me." Her long fingers curled into fists at her side, trembling now.

Gabrielle was not ignorant to Fleur's plight. Growing up Veela she was quite aware of the struggles her sister was experiencing, of the hardship she would inevitably face herself, however she thought they would prevail over them as a team. But when Fluer's powers emerged, she became closed off, choosing to close herself off from everyone, her sister included. A part of Gabrielle didn't blame her for her choices, but she desperately wanted her sister back in her life so much so it hurt. She assumed when Fleur completed her training with the flock things would go back to the way they were, but the girl trembling before her was a stranger.

She moved forward, only to have Fleur immediately take a step backwards. Sighing she allowed the distance, giving the girl time to rein in her emotions.

It took minutes for Fleur to regain her composure. "You are so beautiful...I'm sorry" she said in almost a whisper. "I'm sorry for everything my dear sister."

If it was any other time Gabrielle would not have believed the words spoken with such flatness on an emotionless face, however she saw the apology shining in her eyes which said more than words ever could.

"I did not come here seeking an apology from you Fleur. I came to see how you are handling this new school. Even if you did write, I would have still come to check because that is what sisters do for each other. I know you think you are protecting me by staying away, but it's not helping either one of us. I miss you. You've barley spoken to me since-"

"I know!" she interrupted. "I know. It is my fault. Everything is my fault."

"Fleur." She groaned, "I told you, I forgive you! I just want us to be like what we once were. Please stop pushing me away." At that moment she was almost begging.

"Just be patient. Wait until I am fully mated and then things can go back to normal." There was a twinge of hope that swirled within the sadness of her eyes. Finding a mate seemed like salvation. Oh how she longed for the day this curse would break and she could finally feel again.

"Fleur that could take years. You don't know when you will find your mate, or when you will be ready to bond. It could take years. I will not wait that long. You need to come to terms with this. I refuse to lose my sister."

Forgetting all self-preservation, she ran to her older sister, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist and rested her head on Fleur's chest, inhaling the familiar scent. She began to weep. She cried for the time lost. She cried for the misery they endured. She cried for her sister's self-penance. And she cried harder when she felt Fleur's long arms wrap around her in a tight embrace and run her fingers through her hair soothingly.

It took every ounce of strength for Fleur to keep her emotions from overflowing. Her sister held her as if afraid she would disappear. Her heart broke at the sight. She couldn't focus on the sobbing girl in her arms, terrified that her grasp on her emotions wasn't tight enough. This is what her training was for, this moment, and she refused to fail.

She lost track of time, standing by the lake, but it wasn't until the sun had fully set did her sister give one final hiccup and slowly pulled away.

"I love you dear sister. Please don't cry." The sides of her lips upturned slightly, eyes soft and earnest.

It was the first show of emotion Fleur's face showed Gabrielle and it warmed her heart, loosening the tightness in her chest. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her robe "At least write to me Fleur, please." She begged.

"Yes, dear sister. I will."

"You promise?"

Fleur took Gabrielle's face between her hands and pressed a kiss gently to each cheek. "I promise."

"I love you too." For the first time since she arrived at Hogwarts, she smiled widely and Fleur felt a heavy weight lift from her shoulders.

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After the commotion that followed Fleur's abrupt departure from the Great Hall, Hermione quickly lost her apatite. She could no longer listen to those around her declare that they all now had double the chance of scoring with Fleur now that a younger version appeared. Her stomach churned when a particularly loud boy announced that he would prefer to bed the younger girl. She huffed loudly as she stood and stormed from the Great Hall.

She decided the best way to rid the blond Veela from her mind was to begin working on Snape's potion assignment. Knowing that the library would be closed in a few hours, she settled on working in the common room. When she arrived, she unceremoniously dumped the contents of her bag on a long table that was used for studying.

The Ravenclaw common room was particularly different from other houses. Their founder, much like her pupils, favored intelligence above all other traits, which was demonstrated in the design of the room. It was larger to accommodate long tables that stretched along the walls, giving ample space for students to complete classwork. Blue flames burned from petite lamps above the tables, providing extra light to the workspace well into the night. The fireplace to the side of the room was relatively small as were the leather couches that surrounded it.

Under the soft blue glow of the lamps, she noticed the thin Veela book she borrowed from the library among the assortment of school supplies that fell from her bag. That would most definitely hinder her desire to rid the thoughts of the Slytherin girl from her mind, so she deftly ignored it and began to organize the mess she created. Once she was satisfied with the arrangement, she pulled out her potions textbook and began to work.

Frustratingly enough, work was not enough to prevent Fleur from popping to the forefront of her mind. Leaning back, she groaned and rubbed her face with both hands, giving up on completing the potions assignment for the night. Keeping the girl from her thoughts was futile, so she sighed and gave in, letting her mind roam free.

She thought about her lips that were ever so slightly pouted, about the way the sun's reflection made her hair look silver rather than blond, about how her long eyelashes brushed gently against her cheek when she looked down. She thought about the moment she saw emotion shining through the girl's eyes and how it thoroughly took her breath away, about the rapid drumming of her heart and warmth that spread through her chest whenever she was near.

She thought about the look of indifference on her face and wondered why she would create such a façade. What happened to make her this way? She could admit, the girl was truly stunning, but she wondered if anyone was able to see what lay behind that callous mask she wore. Even the appearance of her sister could not rattle the stony girl.

She remembered the flicker of surprise in her eyes when she first saw the girl but it disappeared as quickly as it came. If she had not known what to look for, she would have missed it completely; her face gave nothing away. She remembered the way her hands shook ever so slightly and her clenched jaw.

Surrendering completely, she grabbed the Veela book that taunted her from its place under a stack of schoolbooks and opened it. What she did expect however, was a small piece of parchment to fall into her lap. It looked as if it had been ripped from a larger page and hastily stuffed behind the cover. She turned it over.

If you're curious, all you need to do is ask.

-Fleur

She gripped the small parchment tightly as she felt her stomach dropping to her feet. Fleur must have gone through her things when she left her bag behind the other day. The invasion of privacy stung, but her blood ran cold at the thought of Fleur finding this book among her things. She knew now that Hermione was curious about her culture...about her. How mortifying.

She groaned and laid her forehead on the desk, blushing fiercely.

"Hello Hermione."

She almost jumped completely off of her chair at the greeting. Heart racing, she turned to find Luna smiling behind her.

"Bloody hell Luna, you startled me."

"Oh, did I? I'm sorry. I thought you heard me walking up behind you." said Luna dreamily.

"That's alright really, I was just distracted." She found the humor in that, due to the fact that odd girl in front of her always appeared distracted, like she's in a hazy daze inside her own wonderland. However now the tables have turned. She was so absorbed in her thoughts about Fleur, she was the distracted one.

She smiled wider and glanced over Hermione's shoulder at the work spread across the long table. "Working late I see." Luna said good naturedly.

That elicited a small smile from Hermione "Sure am."

"I was wondering if you've visited Hagrid yet?"

The abrupt change of subject caught Hermione off guard, which must have shown on her face because Luna continued, "I was wondering if you wanted to go visit with him tomorrow with me after Herbology."

Remorse ate at her stomach because she in fact had not visited the kind half-giant this year, even though it's been almost a month since school started. This made her decision easy. "Of course, Luna. It sounds like fun."

"Oh good, it would be nice to visit with a friend."

Her guilt felt like a punch to the gut as she realized that Luna was her only friend in the castle and she has not seen her outside of class once this year. She was the only person who went out of their way to show her any kindness. The strange girl had very few friends besides herself so she resolved to spend more time with her.

"Maybe we could grab lunch after as well." Hermione offered.

The smile Luna gave was worth it as it spread across her face, lighting up her features with joy. "That would be nice. I'll see you after Herbology then." She turned and skipped towards the girls' room.

If that's all it took to make the girl happy, then she vowed to make time to spend with Luna more often. Her smile fell as she turned back to the small parchment still crumpled in her fist. Sighing she shoved it back in her bag along with the rest of her school work. Now was not the time to sort out the complex emotions the note evoked. She was tired and her bed was calling.

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When Fleur returned to the Slytherin common room she was not surprised to find Dahlia waiting for her. Smiling softly, the raven-haired girl stood from her placed perched on a comfy recliner and joined Fleur at the room's entrance. She must have spotted something in her eyes because the next moment she wrapped two strong arms around her friend's waist.

Fleur allowed the embrace and returned it softly, resting her head on Day's firm shoulder before pulling away. She was already spent from her discussion with Gabrielle, so two hugs in one day was pushing it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dahlia asked after a moment?

Fleur didn't answer but tilted her head towards her room as she turned and walked in its direction. They entered and immediately Day flopped on the bed with an "Oof". She scooted backwards to headboard as Fleur joined her. The girls sat silently resting against the comfy pillows at the top of the bed.

Fleur has kept this story to herself out of fear and shame. It was something she guarded vehemently and has kept close to her chest since it happened, so she had some trepidation about telling Dahlia. She has proven herself to be a steadfast friend from the day they met and she had no qualms with her knowing the tale, however she has not told it before which made forming the right words difficult.

They sat in silence until minutes went by and Fleur finally began

"I was at Beauxbatons when it 'appened."

I had no idea my powers would manifest in such an extreme, violent manner. I was told, warned even, by my mother and the flock about the dangers of a Veela's power. I was forewarned of its instability, but I was young and arrogantly stubborn. When my powers began to show, I ignored their advice and although I should have gone to the flock for training, I selfishly kept it to myself. I was conceded in thinking I could handle it myself. Foolish.

Thrall is the first power to appear in a Veela and for me that felt harmless enough. I do admit, when I first realized I could control men, I took advantage of it; I basked in that power and I'm ashamed to say that I used it to my advantage. After a while I came to realize that this power is not a blessing, but a curse. When you have the ability to control others as I do, it makes it nearly impossible to form true friendships because you are constantly wondering about the sincerity of those around you. The men did my bidding and women were jealous of the power I wielded. Who then is left to trust?

Even through all of this I was still vain and foolish in believing I had a firm grasp on the situation and could handle my powers on my own. I was wrong.

It happened when I was at Beauxbatons and the day began like any other. Herbology was my first class of the day and when it was finished I decided to clean myself off in the bathroom because I became hideously filthy in the greenhouse. I was in a rush to leave for my next class when I bumped into my sister Gabrielle. Literally, I ran right into her.

It took but a moment to comprehend it was in fact her I bumped into, but it took a little longer to spot the bruise on her cheek, the gash on her lip, and the tears in her eyes. She was breathing heavily as if she was running, her hair disheveled. I heard heavy footsteps behind me and when I turned I saw the boy she was dating sprinting towards us. I noticed he was also wounded with a bruise above his eye and a gash along the bridge of his nose. He looked mad, like a wild animal. When my sister cowered behind me, it was easy to guess what happened.

It drove me crazy. How dare someone put their hands on my family! I have never felt emotions so raw, so powerful it was crippling. Anger, sadness, and vengeance bubbled deep within and began to fill me. I sank to my knees as it overflowed, no longer able to support my weight and screamed. The Veela within snapped.

You see Veela magic is driven by emotion. When we feel a surge of emotion, any emotion, our magic responds. Usually the reaction is destructive and potentially deadly, which is why many young Veela are sent away for training. I, in my naivete, ignored my blossoming powers and had no training to speak of so when I saw my sister wounded and scared, my powers emerged with a vengeance.

I don't remember much of that time, but I do know that the boy had enough sense to run...my sister however did not. What I do remember is her desperately clinging to me as the word around her was being destroyed. The door ripped from its hinges, the walls crumbling, and my magic ripping into everything in its path. Everything, including my sister.

My sister only wished I would stop...but I could not. She tried to help and paid the price. This power is a plague, leading to nothing but destruction. I knew that the moment I looked down to see my sister harmed even greater by my own hand than at the hand of that Petit garçon.

It was terrible. It looked as if my magic dove into her, causing her arteries and veins to glow with magic for an instant, filling to the brim until they burst through her skin in a wild display of carnage. Her screams shook me from my stupor long enough to shake myself from her grasp and flee.

I ran. I had no plan. No clue to where I was going except away. I ran outside the boundaries of the school and decided to apparate to the flock and somehow, I managed to arrive at their forest without splinching myself. As I ran through the woods I could feel my magic destroying everything around me. Nothing, living or otherwise, was safe.

Magic was draining from my core so quickly. Completely empty, I collapsed. All I could do was lay there on the forest floor and tremble until finally everything went black.

I lost track of time and to this day I don't remember anything until I awoke some time after laying on a bed. Later I found that it was Mazarine, the leader of the Flock, who found me two days after I ran from the school curled up in the woods and brought me back to her home. I spent the next two years studying with the flock in order to better control my new powers and never returned to Beauxbatons, choosing instead to come to Hogwarts.

"I 'ave not slipped, not once in over a year but as soon as I get to this ce putain school I cannot control myself! All zat training and for what, to trip as soon as I'm away from the flock? None! I'm better zan zat!

Day was silent through Fleur's speech. She could see her friend was carrying a heavy load on her shoulders and needed to vent, but the quiver of her lip, shaking hands, and slight tremble to her voice spoke more about the emotions hidden beneath the surface. Day knew she was holding back as best she could but she would rather not push her luck. .

She took one of Fleur's shaking hands in her own and patted it lightly. "We all make mistakes Fleur." she said gently. "That's what this was, a horrible mistake. Your sister still loves you."

"I don't know why." Fleur turned to look at Day, her blue eyes wide and shining. "I 'urt her. Dahlia you didn't see it...see 'er after. I left 'er 'orribly scarred. A wound made by pure magic never 'eals fully. She's no longer in pain but one side of her body is covered in scars. She's gotten good at using glamour charms to 'ide zem, but she will never be ze same." She felt a terrible ache that shot from her core at the knowledge.

Day's heart broke for the damaged girl next to her, looking at her with big, sad eyes. Hurting someone you love is never easy. She couldn't imagine the pain and guilt Fleur was hiding under that mask of indifference. Putting on a brave face while carrying this with her must have been extremely difficult. At least she has a friend to talk to now. As she gave Fleur's hand a reassuring squeeze she vowed to be strong enough for her fragile friend to lean on.

She smiled sadly as Fleur did just that. The girls sat silently in the dark, Fleur's head resting gently on Days shoulder with their hands clasped tightly. They spent the night this way until they could no longer keep their eyes open, choosing to slip under the covers together for the remainder of the night.

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A/N: Another fact about me, I really don't like writing dialogue so this chapter was especially difficult for me to finish. That was the main reason why this chapter wasn't posted sooner; I was too busy banging my head against the keyboard.

We are starting to see a rise in action and finally understand some of Fleur's past. Took long enough lol.

Petit Garçon: Little boy

Ce Putain: This Fucking