Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Rise of the Meretrix	By : NormalMannn Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 9361 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from the story

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
French Terms that will be used multiple times:

Ma chérie à My Dear
Ma Belle à My Pretty/
Oh and forgive my representation of Fleur’s accent. I figured it would be in keeping with her character at this point. Also, while it may feel like spelling mistake, if it is a z instead of an s, or a t, it is purely intentional.

Also, fair warning, this is something of a filler chapter setting up a big lemon in the next one. A little bit of history and character development in this one.
[font="Calibri",]Chapter 15: A Fateful Encounter…Times 2!!![/font]
Where we left off with Harri:

As the two girls lay atop each other in the sand, simply lost in gazing into each other’s eyes, neither realized the importance this meeting would play in the future.

Both girls were quite content with staying in the position they had managed to find themselves in. If left alone, they probably would spend the rest of the night simply gazing into each other’s eyes. Fate had other things in mind though, as soon enough they were interrupted by the sound a young girl’s voice.

“Fleur! Fleur! où êtes-vous?” (Where are you?)

As though dunked with cold water, Fleur jumped off of Harri, blushing furiously and looked towards the direction the sound was coming from.

“Gabby! Ovor here, ma chérie!” Fleur shouted back towards the direction of the voice.

Harri, finally coming back to senses, managed to get up in time to see a small golden ball slam into Fleur, almost tackling her to the ground but somehow the elder girl managed to hold her balance.

At first look all Harri could see was a blob of golden hair sticking to Fleur, but once the blob let go of hugging Fleur, she finally managed to get a good look at it. It turned out to be a little girl, who by appearances appeared to around eight or nine years old.

Interrupting her little observations, Fleur did the introductions, “Harri! Thiz iz my little sizter, Gabrielle Delacour. Gabby, this is the owner of the beach, Harri…umm I never got your last name?”

“Oh! I am sorry. Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Harri Potter. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Both of you.” Harri finished with a small smile towards the now identified Gabrielle. The shock on their faces was nothing new to Harri, but to both their credit, they recovered much more quickly.

Hearing her name, both the blondes’ eyes widened, and Gabrielle blushed furiously. Tugging on her elder sister’s arm, she had her bend down so that she could whisper something in rapid fire French in Fleur’s ear.

Fleur listened to what her little Gabby was saying, and her eyes appeared to widen even further. Harri observed her trying to argue back something in French as well, but apparently, whatever Gabrielle was arguing, she appeared to be winning.

Finally after a huff, Fleur nodded her head to Gabrielle, and turned back towards Harri.

“I apologize, ma chérie,” Fleur finally turned back to Harri and spoke, “for my rudenezz, but my little Gabby here is quite smitten wiz you. And I must admit, I am a little shocked az well. You are Ze lazt perzon I expected to run into during our trip.”

Gotta give‘em some brownie points, Harri thought to herself, at least they have more tact than a certain someone I know. They apologized for the shock AND they didn’t ask to see my scar. This has potential.

Breaking herself off from her internal soliloquy, Harri decided to focus on the little girl first since she seemed to be the more star struck of the two admittedly gorgeous sisters. Gabrielle was trying her best to disappear behind her elder sister, although the way she peeked around to look at Harri was absolutely adorable.

Aww!!!! She is like a little animal. GLOMP!!!! GLOMP!!!! GLOMP!!! Harri’s brain chanted at her.

“Hello Gabrielle, it’s a pleasure to meet you, umm, do you mind if I call you Gabby?” Harri asked tentatively, to break the ice with the little girl.

Little Gabby seemed hesitant to answer, and peered at her elder sister. Fleur gave her an encouraging look, and Gabrielle, still blushing furiously peeked her head fully out from behind Fleur (soooo cuuuteeee!!!!, Harri) and answered, “It’s okay.”

“Thank You Gabby! It’s a really lovely name for a really lovely little girl!” Harri continued trying to put the little girl at ease, “So Gabby, as I said before my name is Harri. I am almost thirteen years old. How old are you? You look like an adorable seven or eight year old.”

Harri had assumed the girl’s age based on her petite build and small height, what she was not prepared was for Fleur’s tinkling laugh, and Gabby’s puffed up cheeks earned by her comment.

“I am 10 years and eleven months old, I am not a child.” The girl’s huffing reply had Harri both a little shocked, and drowning in cuteness overload. Even if the girl was almost eleven years old, she looked like a cuddly little doll.

If she was my little sister, I would probably never let her go. She would be my personal cuddle bear. Harri thought to herself. Also, her English is impeccable compared to her elder sister. I will have to ask her how later.

Deciding that trying to treat the girl like a child wouldn’t really endear herself to Gabrielle, so Harri decided that she might as well treat her the same way as she treated Sarah. They were the same age, and Sarah was very mature for her age as well.

“My apologies Gabby. It was my mistake. I didn’t realize. Can you forgive me?” Harri decided to give her patented Puppy Dog Eyes®©™, and hoped they would do the trick.

As a young preteen girl experienced in using the same technique, Gabrielle seemed to have some resistance build up to the particular technique. But, after a few moments, she huffed and blew some hair out of her eyes, and responded, “Alright. But I have a condition.”

Wow, talk about a little schemer. So cute. Well how bad could it be? Harri thought to herself, ah crap, I just had to jinx it, didn’t I? When will you learn Potter?

“Gabby!!! Zat’s not nize zhing to zay!” Fleur exclaimed, finally being spurred into speaking.

“But Fleur! You already agreed to do it and, and this is the easiest way. And she already offered, right?” Gabrielle finished turning back to Harri at the end of her comment.

“It’s alright Fleur, I asked to make it up to her. And a Potter never goes back on her word. So let’s hear it Gabby, what do you want me to do, in order for you to forgive me?” Harri said with conviction, consoling herself with the fact that this was an almost eleven year old, she could take whatever the little girl could think of.

“Alright then Gabby, what is it that you want me to do?” Harri asked again.

“I’ll let Fleur explain, she can explain it better than I can.” Gabrielle responded.

Harri looked towards Fleur expectantly, and was surprised to see a bashful expression on the face of the elder girl. “Fleur?” Harri questioned.

“Well you see, what Gabby wants your help with,” Fleur started to speak at which point Gabrielle poked her in her side, “I mean what WE want your help with, requires a little bit of Veela history.”

“Tell me Harri, what do you know about Veela?” Fleur questioned.

“Well, let me see. First of all, I take it both of you are Veela?,” Harri asked and got two nods in response, “Umm from what my mom once explained to me, other than the obvious natural beauty, and Veela charm that all Veela have, they are supposedly magical hybrids between magical humans and some unknown avian magical creature. No substantial proof exists, and the only ones who know for sure are the elder Veela covens, and they don’t share such secrets with outsiders.”

Harri paused for a second, and getting the encouraging nod from Fleur, she continued, “Um whatever magical creature ancestry the Veela have, it gives them limited control over fire, and allows them to transform into a feathered avian form when they are feeling heightened emotions, most commonly anger.”

“You know more zhan we expected, which zaves uz a long part of ze explanation. Before I zay any more, in all your explanation, you ‘av not exprezzed any animozity towardz our magical creature ‘eritage. Why iz zhat? I woz under ze impression zhat most of ze British magicalz disliked hybridz or magical creatuerz? And how iz it, zhat you can rezist our allure so eazily? I have not met anyone capable of zuch other zhan our father.” Fleur asked with a contemplative look in her eyes.

“Well ladies, that answer to that is quite simple. My mother taught me better than that. She is from a non-magical family, and she has always taught me to respect others no matter how different they are from me. Plus one of my uncles is a were-wolf, I have some very special friends that are all magical creatures as well. It would be quite hypocritical of me to discriminate against you just because you are not fully human. As far as the allure goes, I have a strong will. Besides, I don’t need any charm to tell me how beautiful you are.” Harri explained as though her words should be common sense, though as she ran over the last statement in her head, she flushed bright red in embarrassment at voicing that little thought out loud.

“Fleur! I told you!!! She is the perfect one to help us!!!” Gabrielle exclaimed quite exuberantly.

“Hold your Pegasuz, ma chérie. Let me explain everyzhing to her before you get zo exzited.” Fleur calmly responded to Gabrielle appearing quite used to her little sister’s burst of emotions.

Clearing her throat, Fleur turned back towards Harri, and started to speak, “Well, it appears you know most of the basics, and your mother has given you better facts than most of the magicals know or tend to believe. You are correct that it is the elder Veela covens that are thee keeper of our history and knowledge, but what I am about to share with you is something that is common knowledge among Veela. But before I do, I need your oath that you will not reveal this information to anyone without a Veela’s permission, and even at that not without extracting the same oath of secrecy I am asking you for.” Fleur spoke in her sweet, sensual voice. So much so, that Harri had trouble just focusing on her words, and not getting lost in that seductive voice.

“Anything! I mean yeah, sure, I am willing to swear a secrecy oath, as long as it includes the statement that it will not involve anything that will do anything to endanger my family.” Harri responded.

“Perfect, and no worriez ma belle, zhis oath iz only to protect ze Veela zecrets. Zhere is no danger in ze secret itself, az long az you do not advertize zhat you are aware of it. If the wrong zort know it, zhen zhey might try to force it out of you. Anywayz, please repeat zhis. I swear on my life that I will not reveal the secret about to be revealed to me to anyone without permission from a Veela. So Mote It be.” Fleur reassured, and gave the wording of the oath, and surprisingly, only the oath was spoken without her heavy French accent.

Thinking over the words of the oath, Harri figured that it was safe enough, and if the need ever arose, her mother was a deft hand at finding loopholes in such things. Having deemed the oath safe, Harri repeated the wording of the oath, and at the end a small aura appeared around her briefly showing that magic had heard her oath.

By this point Gabrielle was jumping around and clapping with joy. The look of happiness on her face was such that Fleur didn’t even bother to reprimand her or tell her to calm down.

Taking a deep breath, Fleur continued her explanation, “Zhank you for your trust in uz. The zecret that I am about to tell you is zomething only a handful of non-Veela have ever been truzted with. You zee, we spread ze information zhat we are descended from an avian so that people will not find out the truth. We, zhat is the ze Veela are descended from three different creaturez.” Fleur dropped the big bomb on Harri and waited for her reaction.

Other than a contemplative look on her face, Harri didn’t appear too much surprised, which in turn surprised Fleur, “You zo not find zhis shocking, ma chérie?” Fleur asked.

“Well, if you think about it, it makes sense. I mean Veela are able to fly, have control over fire, and have their famous allure. Those three powers are not something that are common to any one creature. So it would make sense that you guys might have more than a single creature in your ancestry. So, who are the big three?” Harri asked, excited at the prospect of learning about more creature-human breeding, thinking it might help her understand the Queen better.

The incredulous look on Fleur’s face was quite the scene, and something Fleur would deny with all her being. “I have never met anyone who haz been able to deduce zhat fact so quickly, and wizout judgement. You are correct in your azzumption, ma chérie. We, the Veela are descended from three mighty creatures. First and most simple, our allure comes from our succubus ancestry, which is the simplest one to explain.” Fleur paused, to collect her thoughts before deciding to continue, “Which is also one of ze reazons Veela are such sexual creaturez. Ze second and third creaturez are a bit more difficult to believe.”

“Try me Fleur, you would be surprised at the things I have felt, and done. I doubt there is anything I would find impossible to believe at this point.” Harri replied in a dry tone, thinking back to all her adventures, and not to mention the Queen as well.

“Well you zee,” and at point Fleur actually blushed prettily, “We get our wingz and power of flight from our hippogriff ancestry, and our fire powerz from a magical species of a long lived giant fire zalamander. Apparently, out firzt ancestor was a zomething a slut who fucked anything and everything zhat moved. The paintingz we have of her in the main island look strikingly like you. If zhere wasn’t a difference of over a thouzand years in between, I would have sworn you were the first ancestor.”

Harry chuckled nervously at that. Coincidences and her didn’t get along. She knew this was going to come back and bite her in the ass someday. But that is a tale for another day.

“You zee for a Veela to be granted the ability to reach her full powerz, we must gather zhe blessing of one of each of our ancestorz. Our coven has tracked down a fire salamander to a cave near here. Which iz why we were here in ze first place. But ze area is locked, and we cannot proceed. We were hoping you might be able to help uz.” Fleur finally explained the problem faced by the two Veela.

“Oh that cave on the other end of the beach right? I know about the salamander living there. My dad sealed it off because he didn’t want to hurt the salamander, and didn’t want someone else to get hurt by it. Our house elves bring it enough food to enjoy itself, and no one gets hurt. I can lift the enchantment there, but the only way to do that is for me to come with you, as it will lock itself otherwise.” Harri explained.

“Umm….zhat might be a problem. I do not mind you coming wiz us, but the blessing involvez….uh…zhat is to say…..” Fleur stuttered, failing to find the words to explain what this particular adventure would require.

“Oh for Goddess’s sake sis, you get flustered so easily. Harri, what my dear sister here is trying to say is, that to get the blessing from each of the creatures before our 17th birthday, we must ingest seed from them three times, from our mouths, with our pussies, and our asses.” Gabrielle quite boldly declared as Fleur was unable to respond properly. Funnily enough, for all of Gabrielle bluster and bravery in explaining, she was also blushing redder than Harri’s own hair.

For a few moment, Harri remained silent, as though shocked by the outrageous comment by the young girl. The silence extended so much that Fleur, thinking the worst, and hoping to spare Gabrielle a bad rejection by her secret idol, finally asked, “I realize you might be disgusted by us. We will leave-“

Before Fleur could finish her sentence, Harri spoke up quickly, “Stop. I am not disgusted. I was just surprised. I am no stranger to, ahem, ingesting seed into different orifices from a large number of varying creatures. I was simply stunned that this practice appears to be more common than I had imagined.”

“You have?” Fleur asked in a disbelieving tone, as though the very thought was difficult for her to comprehend even.

“I have. Ask me some other time and I will tell you all about it.” Harry promised and then continued, “But right now, the more important task is dealing with your situation. I take it you both have to complete this blessing?”

Getting a nod in return from both the silvery haired blonde girls, Harri nodded her head in determination. “Let’s go then. I am excited because just this once, I know what I am walking into. Plus,” and it point she gave both the sisters a very hungry look, “I think I am going to enjoy this one. A lot.”

“Fleur, I think we might have bitten off more than we can chew this time.” Gabrielle mumbled to Fleur, but loud enough for Harri to hear and give her a devious look. Staring at Gabrielle, Harri licked her lips, and gave her the steamiest look she could muster. In return, Gabrielle eeped, and hid behind Fleur again.

Laughing a little at her little sister and new friend’s antics, Fleur obliged Harri’s request, and the three set off towards the other end of the beach towards the cave. And the salamanders, can’t forget the salamanders.

It took them around half an hour of walking to get to the entrance to the cave. They had decided to walk leisurely, so that they could talk a little and get to know a little bit about each considering they would be getting to know each other really well, really soon.

Their father was the head of the French equivalent of the Law Enforcement Department, as well the Foreign Affairs Department. While someone who could have easily become the minister, he preferred to work from the shadows, pulling strings more than being in the limelight. Harri made a note not to do anything to piss such a man off.

Their mother, Apolline Delacour, on the other hand was something of a fashion giant in France, both the magical and mundane parts. As a woman who had inherited strong Veela genes, she was someone whose appearance belied her age. Supposed to close to her late thirties, she looked in her early twenties, if Fleur’s description was to be believed.

Harri found out that little Gabby had a huge crush on her from all her Girl-Who-Lived bedtime stories, and knowing that her hero spoke English, Gabrielle had bugged her father incessantly for early English lessons, which explained how her English was so much better than Fleur’s accented one. She also learned that Gabrielle love to draw, although when asked what topic she like to draw the most, she had quieted down, and blushed silently, again withdrawing into the side of her sister.

Fleur had only given her little sister a knowing smile at the act. Fleur shared a little bit of her own hobbies as well. She loved to sing, and normally sang to Gabrielle every night. She also loved to play the violin. Even though she was good enough to win, she never did either of the activities in front anyone other than her family or some very close friends.

Harri also learned that Fleur was fiercely protective of her little sister, and had on more than one occasion hexed an errant wizard or two who had tried to get close to her. Although for some reason, she appeared to approve of Harri’s interest in Gabrielle without any problem. She admitted that for some reason, her Veela instincts were shouting at her that Harri could be trusted.

Fleur admitted to Harri that she kept most of her accent because it made her voice sound sexier when she spoke English. If she focused on speaking, she was able to talk without the accent, but personally she preferred it with the accent. She also sheepishly admitted that her accent got worse under stress and irritation.

In return Harri shared parts of her own life with the two sisters. She told them about her mother, and little brothers, about Hermione, Sarah and, Emma. At Fleur insistence, she ended up admitting her semi-unrequited crush on her best friend Hermione. Fleur and Gabrielle both gave her a hug at that, and told her to keep on fighting.

Gabrielle wanted to know about all the adventures and the magical creatures Harri had encounters with, to which Harri invited her to visit her at their beach house, as she was telling the same stories to Sarah anyways. The more the merrier.

Gabrielle was interested in the faraway looks Harri got in her eye when talking about some of the people she had mentioned. When asked about them, Harri gave a bashful smile, and blushed a bit. Her answer to all those questions was, I’ll let you find out for yourself once you meet them.

At the mouth of the cave, they could see a small shimmering barrier. It was almost completely transparent, and if they hadn’t known it was there, there was a high possibility that they would not have realized its existence.

“Well, here is where I come in. Alright, since I am technically not allowed to mess with the barrier permanently, I can only bring it down for a couple of seconds at a time. So when I say go, you have to run in quickly, ok?” Harri both explained and asked for confirmation that her instructions were understood.

Both girls replied in the affirmative, to which Harri took a small knife that was lying hidden behind a rock, and sliced open her palm, wincing a bit a bit at the pain.

“Alright, stand as close to the barrier as you can without touching it. There we go. And get ready, in three, two, one, GO!” Harri had placed her bleeding hand on the stone, which caused the barrier to open up. The three girls took the opportunity and ran through, and just in time too. As moments after they made it through, the barrier closed off behind them.

“You were not joking about ze barrier. Zhat was very cloze.” Fleur said, still trying to catch her breath from the running.

“Umm….guys….,” Gabrielle tried to gather their attention. Once they had caught their breath enough to turn towards her, they realized what she was trying to draw their attention to. Apparently in their rush they had not noticed that they must have gone through another set of wards, set specifically for females apparently.

Harri’s breath got caught in her throat as she realized that all three of them had had their clothes vanished completely. Her own nudity wasn’t really something that bothered her that much, but what got her so mesmerized, was the bodies of the two Veela. If Harri thought they were beautiful before, it was nothing compared to the two now.

Fleur, her elder by three years, was the definition of a super model. Her body, while covered was sexy, now simply oozed sexuality, the effect compounded by the fact that Fleur was not the least bit shy in her nude state. Not only was she tall, but she had slightly larger than normal, yet extremely perky, milky white breast, with cute pink areolas at the end. Her stomach was completely taut, with nary a sign of any fat. Allowing her eyes to take in all of Fleur’s body, she focused now on her legs. Her legs felt like they went on forever, and her eyes were drawn to the valley between Fleur’s legs, her breath became a bit labored from excitement as she saw the pink puffy lower lips, completely bare of any sign of hair.

“Like something you see, ma petite colombe (my little dove)?” Fleur teased Harri’s lingering eyes, while making no effort to hide her own eyes that were drinking in Harri’s nude body.

Blushing and shaking herself out of her staring, she pointedly looked away, only to turn her eyes on Gabrielle now. Even though Gabrielle was barely eleven years old, she looked nothing less than her elder sister, just on a smaller scale.

Similar to her elder sister, her body was pale and milky white, and her small form gave her a fae like look. Her breasts, owing to her age were small, likely large A-cups. Her form was very lithe, and like her sister, was completely free of hair except for one small part. Harri couldn’t help herself from grinning at seeing a small blonde tuft of hair above the young girl’s tiny slit, cute shaved in the form a lightning bolt pointing towards her lower lips, exactly in the replica of Harri’s own scar.

Harri gave Gabrielle a big grin, causing the girl to blush and huff and much like Harri had done in front of Fleur’s look, turned away pointedly. Deciding she would get the time to tease the girl later, Harri decided to get back to their original task at hand.

“Well ladies, we made it inside in one piece. Let’s start moving so that we can finish what we came here for.” Harri said finally.

Deciding with looks between themselves that no more talk was necessary, the three girls ventured forth towards the new adventure.

Unseen by any of them, in the corner outside the barrier, the spirit giggled madly. “I knew those wards would come in handy one day. Hehheheheh!!!!”
- 14
- 15
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Rise of the Meretrix