Harry Potter Breaking Free

It was Harry's first year at Hogwarts again and the two Veela were being tugged along for the ride. Both ladies were quickly brought up to speed when dozens of relevant memories formed in their heads unbidden. As a result, both Fleur and Appoline learned a great deal about Harry's entry into the magical community. What they both thought was especially shocking was Harry's small stature at the time, looking more like a nine or ten year old than the eleven year old he really was. Then, there was his extreme ignorance about literally everything magic related. Harry loved Hogwarts right from the very beginning, yes, but he was also lost, scared and having to figure it all out as he went along.

As the memories settled, the Delacour ladies began getting angry at the connections that they were making. From an outsider's perspective, it was obvious that Harry had been set up to look completely incompetent upon entering magical society, especially considering the unreasonable expectations everyone had heaped upon his shoulders. Harry was the so-called Boy-Who-Lived for Gods' sakes. He was literally the last boy on the face of the planet that should be kept completely clueless to his own heritage.

As all of the context involved in the current memory finished settling into place, Fleur and Appoline also learned of the various clues that Harry had encountered throughout the year. The Gringotts vault break in, the ongoing pain in Harry's scar, the troll attack, the attack during his first Quidditch game (and winning regardless), Norbert the dragon hatchling, the Mirror of Erised, Snape and the wraith in the woods, Hagrid and his pet Cerberus Fluffy...

All of these separate incidents came together, as the Delacours watched Harry and his friends make their way through the corridor's various tests. By the time Harry drank the fire proofing potion and walked through the final door, the two French ladies also thought that he was about to confront Snape in the chamber beyond.

They were wrong, just like Harry had been.

When Harry entered the chamber containing the Philosopher's Stone, he was extremely surprised by who he found. Professor Quirrel stood there, which meant that he was far more capable than he'd been acting all year...

When Harry failed to sneak up on the man, Professor Quirrel demanded that Harry assist him in figuring out the mirror of Erised. Harry refused. They dueled... after a fashion. Harry fought bravely, but he didn't even know how to cast a Protego shield at the time, so he was subdued with almost embarrassing ease.

Quirrel spoke to a voice emanating from somewhere unseen. At the voice's order, Quirrel took off the turban that he was wearing, and Harry saw the face of evil embedded into the back of the man's head. Harry's scar exploded in pain, causing the being in Quirrel's back to laugh maniacally. Voldemort attempted to convince Harry to join forces with him, but the boy defied him over and over. In the end, Harry was physically hoisted in front of the Mirror of Erised, at which point the Philosopher's Stone settled into his pocket.

In his steadily building frustration, Quirrel physically attacked Harry, only to find out that his body disintegrated wherever their skin made contact.

Without any hesitation, Harry went on an immediate offensive, screaming in agony as he grabbed at every square inch of exposed skin he could find. It was painfully obvious to both of the Delacour ladies that although Harry's skin wasn't falling off, making contact with Quirrel's body was hurting him badly.

After a short but vicious struggle, Quirrel's body was destroyed and Harry collapsed to the floor. Whatever magic had destroyed Quirrel's body had exhausted Harry, to the point that he was unable to reach his feet again.

Unfortunately, that was the moment when Voldemort's wraith exploded out of Quirrel's ashes, screamed in rage and flew directly towards Harry's body.

The wraith entered Harry's chest, where it began a full possession attempt. Harry writhed and moaned on the floor for several long moments, before screaming the words "get out of my body!" Harry's body exploded with green tinted magic and Voldemort's wraith was ejected from within his chest with the force of a bullet. The wraith was damaged and was forced to make it's escape. After gasping for breath and trying once again to reach his feet, Harry passed out slumped against the mirror.

Instantly, both Harry and the Delacours found themselves back in the library. While the two Veela staggered and stumbled, but managed to remain on their feet, Harry immediately fell to his knees, where he began shaking violently. After a long moment of shocked stillness, both Fleur and Appoline rushed towards Harry's side. Alongside their healing ability, they both began radiating feelings of soothing comfort, calm, healing and in Appoline's case love.

"I've never remembered the possession attempt until now," Harry choked out. "I think I was Obliviated. Until now, I've been led to believe that Dumbledore saved me."

The two French Veela looked grim as they hovered over Harry, helping him move on and heal with their empathic abilities. Fleur began to leak some affection inside of her comfort without even realizing it.

After a little under two minutes passed, Harry finally managed to climb back to his feet again, where he turned to address the Delacours. "Uhh, well... Okay. According to the mechanism that tracks time in my Mindscape we've been in here about twenty minutes real-time now. If you're willing, I'd like to keep moving."

Despite the fact that Harry was still visibly shaking, he still looked determined to finish his task.

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